Lapdance. And maybe more to come

You writhe sinuously through your set, getting more and more excited by the lust filled eyes that gleam at you from stage side, from the applause and occasional whistles of approval as you display your lovely body.

During your third set you really get into it, writhing on the ground as if being fucked hard by an invisible lover, feeling your pussy drenched with your arousal, your lips flowering in need. You squirm before each set of hungry eyes at stage side, showing them your swollen labia, stroking your hands over your breasts as you bite your lip and stare into their faces.

When the song ends, you kneel and bow your head, basking in the applause and whistles of approval, then rising to your feet and sauntering to the stage steps, holding a handful of bills. You fold your blanket, tucking the bills in your tiny purse, then sway back to the three guys you were sitting with. They rise and grin, two of them holding a chair out for you to sit.

"Damn! That was something to see," Chuck says, his eyes roaming over your naked body. "They damn sure didn't have nothing like you back home on the farm." You giggle and nod, reaching out to pat his arm in thanks."

"You're so sweet," you flirt. "Thank you so much." You giggle softly and nod, reaching out a hand to pat his arm in thanks.

"It was hot," Brian nods. "You're hot as hell Bambi."

"Why thank you!" You give him a sultry grin and preen a little, arching your back slightly to show off your breasts. You see him swallow and lick his lips, and feel your excitement growing stronger as you see the power you have over these men.

"I never seen a girl with those little bars on her titties," Ted says, his eyes fixed to your pierced nipples. "Damn, didn't that hurt?"

"Mmmm, a little bit, but it was worth it," you purr. "I love the way they make my nipples look." You caress one ripe breast, gently rolling the stiff nipple between thumb and forefinger, running the tip of your tongue over your glistening lips as you watch the men stare at you.

"So did you guys talk it over?" you ask with a sultry smile. "Decide whether you wanted a private dance...or something more..."

The three men share a glance, then look back at you.

"We were thinking a private dance...at least to start," Ted says. "A hundred for three, you said?"

"Mmmm, but for that I can only dance in one of your laps. The boss says if we change...partners...we have to charge like it's a new customer," you give a sorrowful smile and pout. "Sorry guys, house rules."

The fact is you don't know if that's true, but you don't want to take the chance that it is and wind up in debt to Tony. The mercenary part of you thinks that if it isn't true, you might work these guys for more money. Money you desperately need.

"Ok, so if we each get a dance, that would be a hundred fifty?" Ted asks. "What do you think, boys?" The other two nod, Chuck already taking a roll of bills out of his pocket.

"Oh goody," you grin at them. "So which of you boys want's to go first?"

Chuck slaps a three fifties on the table in front of you, laughing at the other two who are still fumbling for their cash.

"Tell you what fellas. My treat. But I get the first dance with this little filly," he grins and winks at you.

You smile back at him, biting your lip and tilting your head coyly. "Mmm, sounds good. Push your chair back a little Chuck. Give a girl some room to move."

He obeys, watching you with hungry eyes as you rise and move swaying towards him. As the next song begins you step between his legs, writhing close to him, letting your hair brush against his face, your warm breath touch his skin. You squirm and wriggle through the song, briefly pressing your breasts against his chest, hearing his breathing quicken as you dance. As the song ends you slide down his body, finishing on your knees looking up at his face, your tongue licking your lips as you gaze past the bulge in his pants.

"Damn!" he says with a laughing gasp. "God Damn!" You give him a grin and squeeze his thighs briefly as you get up, swaying over to Brian as the next song begins. You straddle his legs, moving and bucking on his lap as if fucking him, tossing your head as you arch your back and let your mouth fall open as if in orgasmic pleasure.

And in truth, you admit, you're incredibly horny. You'd like nothing better than to have a fat cock thrusting into your wet pussy, filling you with hot pulsing meat, sending you into convulsions of ecstatic bliss. You writhe against Brian, letting your head drop beside his, giving a little gasp in his ear as you rock your hips against his lap, feeling his hardness.

"What an incredible ass," Ted says from behind you as he watches you squirm on his friend. You give your ass a little flex of appreciation at his words, then wriggle in a simulation of orgasm as the song ends, leaving Brian wide eyed and damp lipped. Rising off his lap with a little sultry wink, you move to Ted, letting your body sway and your ripe breasts jiggle.

"I'm so glad you like my ass," you purr, turning to show it to him, then straddling his legs and twitching your rump against him. You look over your shoulder at him, seeing the effect you're having, the river of lust running through him. You can feel his hard cock rubbing against you, and you tease him, grinding yourself against it, gasping in genuine excitement as you do.

You're so wet you think they must be able to feel it through their pants, your pussy ready and open for cocks, as your arousal builds to a fire inside you. You have to control yourself to not grind down on his heavy bulge and bring yourself to orgasm, will yourself to perform for him and not surrender to your own maddening lust. As the song nears it's end you stand and turn to face him, letting one stiff nipple brush his cheek as you lower yourself squirming onto his lap, resting your hands on his shoulders as your pretend to fuck him hard.

"Whooo!" he says with a gasp as you finish and stand up, smiling at him as your run your hands down your taut body. "Damn, that's worth a little extra." He pulls another fifty out of his pocket and puts it on top of the other three bills on the table.

"Awww that's so sweet," you purr, picking up the bills and tucking them in your purse as you sit. You bask in the lustful attention the three men are giving you, preening in satisfaction.

Then you realize that they aren't the only ones staring at you. The table of men Ginger warned you about are also staring, the leader's dark eyes fixed on your body. His gaze is cold, pitiless, almost reptilian. You give a little shiver of nervousness and turn your attention back to your three dance partners.

"That was so much fun! Thanks guys!" you coo. "Would you like another dance.....?" you ask, letting the question trail off as you move your body slightly to show off your delicious flesh.