Larissa Hits The Stage

Larissa understood that her and Corrina's ability to corrupt was limited.

But the lewder the acts, the more she could feel the ecstasy of the corruption that could flow from her body. A couple of gentle touches on some of the other girls' shoulders flowed the Idol’s energies into the clothing's straps and shoulders of those she passed.

Sadly, she wasn’t able to slide up the roster to hit the stage as much as she’d like. She was currently sixth in line unless one of the girls before she got taken for lap dances, or she could convince the DJ to call the wrong name.

It took some hanging around and persuasion, Crystal’s three full songs to corrupt him enough to get her hand down his pants. Ember had just spent one song cleaning the pole quite alluringly, meaning she’d get the first weak touch of the Idol’s growing presence here. Knowing the pole was now tainted just made Larissa wetter, and more **** to grind her juices all over it. The song was just about done when with a nibble on his ear came with a suggestion.

“Make me next, and I’ll spend all of Ember’s set giving you a blowjob to be proud of.” Peter couldn’t help himself, feeling her body pressed against him, his resistance eroding ever faster to her offerings the more she touched him, the more he felt the warmth of her EE-cup breasts pressed against his back. He could swear they were burning through his shirt.

He queued up a few more songs, and stepped back from his station, pulling out his aching swollen cock. Larissa didn't need anything else to get her on her knees. Licking up the shaft before diving down trying to suck what every she could off of it.

“Mmmm… Meu Deus, delish.” Larissa moaned lavishly before diving back down, deep throating his cock joyously grinning broadly, grabbing Peter's ass and pulling his cock all the way into her effortlessly.

Larissa pined for another 14” cock, settling for this easy to handle 6.

As she got into her groove, Larissa willed his cock longer, and harder. Relishing its warmth and the clearly positive reaction from Peter as he started bucking his hips and at one point grabbed Larissa's head in climax.

“SHIT!” Peter exclaimed quickly popping his cock from Larissa's mouth and leaning over to hit the mic.

“How about big applause for Ember, she'll be out heating up the floor shortly. And while you might be waiting for Ember to ignite you with a lap dance here comes La-ris-Ssaaaa!” Peter quickly introduced indicating for the Brazilian stripper to hustle on stage for her first song.

Larissa strutted up on stage, corrupted spray bottle and cloth in hand. After all, she had to make this look legit, that and she hoped she could pick up more of the corrupting energies by dancing on the pole as well.

Spinning around she made the pole polishing just as much a part of her performance and the first song where she would normally just remove her top.

As she made her first pass up the pole with the rag she licked her way up the pole followed by the cloth in the hands, reaching up above her head she double stroked down with the cloth while humping into it, hoping to provoke the image of her trying to jack off a giant shaft.

Then she brought the cloth down, pinning it to the poke with her breasts, provocatively she peeled off one bra strap.

Then the other.

Playfully teasing a peek at her tits to the left, then the right. She then raised her chest up as high as she could to the pole, her leather top peeling down as she positioned the cloth to wipe the pole at she started tit fucking a generous amount of its length.

The first song was over, she cast the rag away to the back of the stage and looked down at her audience in perv alley.

Waiting for her next song.