Larissa Finishes Her Set

Violet was just doing her thing when the spectacle started.

She didn't know how else to describe it. The brunette wasn't a stripper, just a weekday bartender, and weekend night shooter girl.

Despite her fantastic tits, she didn't think she held much of a candle to some of the dancers, in look or bravado.

So the furthest she would go was to put on a jeweled push-up bra, and strip her shirt as the night got busy. Using her tits to sway the sell of shots, and if you were spending or tipping enough, let you pull the test tube from her rack.

Occasionally she would pass through and go up on stage for a minute or two just to rile up the crowd, often taking one of her test tube shots from a stripper's cleavage and vice versa.

But Violet was stunned as the hand reached out to her and the perverts in the front row goaded her into stepping up on stage. It was Larissa's third song. She was naked atop the stage performing lewder than Violet had ever seen anyone perform. At one point she even thought she saw Larissa squirt.

Violet didn't really know Larissa that well. She had always come off as aloof, being one of the top girls in the club. In fact, she had never pulled Violet up on stage before. When she wanted a woman to rile up the audience, she had her pick of strippers.

Stepping up onto the platform placing the test tube tray safely out of the way Violet felt mesmerized and oddly aroused as Larissa dance around her, grinded against her. And pressed Violet back against the pole.

The cold wet brass gave Violet a shiver, her mind trying not to wonder if it was sweat, or other bodily fluids and hoping it was just the cleaner.

Violet cringed for a second as she felt the tongue toy with her belly button piercing. Her hands momentarily cupping over Larissa's as the Brazilian hooked her fingers in Violet's bra and tried to tug it down.

“I don't flash.” Violet shouted over the music, Larissa simply responding with a devilish grin as a leg swung out and pulled the test tubes into an aerobic stretches reach.

Taking two tubes from the stage Larissa held them out wide, jiggling her tits before dragging them up Violet's legs, kissing and licking across Violet's toned chest, not just to applause, but a pleasured gasp as Violet without thinking even embraced and pulled the Brazilian’s head against her body.

Each touch of the lips accumulating the warming sensations beginning to pleasurably electrify Violet.

Placing one test tube confidently in Violet's top Larissa used her free hand to gesture up cheers, licking along the bra line she kissed her way down to grabbing the rim of the shooter with her lips and threw is back.

The coloured **** quickly oozing out of the tube, which Larissa then toyingly swallowed as if a dildo.

Kissing up to Violet's neck Larissa grinned. She knew she had already crossed several of Violet's boundaries, but could sense the girl's arousal and vulnerability to the stripper's corruption. “Bem.”

“I want you to do one thing when you take this.” Larissa spoke to Violet's ear, knowing full well she had the girl in a position where professionally she couldn't refuse too publicly. “I want you to grope my titties and suck on my nipples before you go for it.” Larissa remarked, spinning the shocked shooter girl away from the pole as Larissa took her place, standing with legs spread, teasingly dragging the test tube shot up from her pussy, across her stomach, and around her breasts before sandwiching it there. Looking alluringly at Violet.

Violet felt awkward, like a fish out of water this wasn't her element. Swaying her hips, she hooked her thumbs in the elastic band of her yoga pants and sashayed over, to Larissa.

“Kiss up my body.” Violet couldn't hear the words, but understood them as they were mouthed, she paused a moment, hesitant about if she should. That wasn't like her.

Or so she thought as her lips touched down on Larissa's mons, the cheers from the ecstatic crowd drowning out the music for a moment as Violet ran her hands over Larissa's hips,

Resisting the sudden thought and temptation to run a finger quite publicly up the stripper's pussy lips as she felt Larissa's large breasts meet her forehead.

You can do this Violet. She thought to herself, finding herself strangely excited and ever more aroused.

Sliding her hands beneath Larissa's she felt how warm and firm the chest holding the shot glass was. Kissing along the breast flesh Violet stepped to the side and displayed touching Larissa's nipple with her tongue.

The crowd hooting and hollering obviously eager to push her onwards.

So with sudden, confident and assertive action Violet mouthed the nipple, sucking it hard, and lewdly. Shifting to give everyone she could a solid look as she swirled the sweet nectar she didn't expect to free from the corrupted lactating breast across her tongue.

Sucking long and hard, the mouthful of milk was swallowed, the breast failing to give anymore up as the tit popped free of Violet's mouth, a look of sheer passion stunning the shooter girls face. Violet wanted more. She needed more.

Repeating the process with the other nipple, Violet felt almost disappointed when she finally threw the shooter back. The one actions she had initially just wanted to get over with.

Kissing her way back down Larissa's body she ran a hand across Larissa's pussy.

Brazenly licking the corrupt juices from her finger to cheers as she strutted down off the stage, grabbing her now corrupted test tube rack as several guys climbed up on stage with bills in their mouths to be danced on.

Larissa smiled, eager to see how Violet would devolve as the night went on. Her bra's faux gems glowing a dull red with the Idol's corruption.

Popping a tit in one of the mouths she pulled cash from on the stage, she reached for the towel she had cleaned the pole with.

She needed to give some cover for the tongues she expected to lick her snatch before getting off stage.