Max dances.

Max looked back the way she came, cursing to herself when she saw that a bouncer was now standing blocking her path away from the stage. Her eyes shot back to the cop uniform. She knew couldn't afford to make a scene with the bouncer so he quickly grabbed the belt and loosely wrapped it around her thin waist. She slid the night stick into the belts holster, put on the hat, and took a deep breath before strutting onto the main stage.

Max was met with a whistles and cheers as the men took in her beautiful form. Her tight little body covered only in the tiniest pair of bra and panties, leaving little the mens imagination. The large police belt shifted on her hips as she sauntered down the stage, her hips slight shaking with the beat of the music. She closed her eyes, and danced with the music, letting her hands trail up and down her body, teasing herself as much as the men watching.

The men couldn't help but stare as her body moved hypnotically with the music. Her hands cupped her breasts as she swayed down the stage. Max reached out for the pole, hugging it tightly to her body rubbing herself against it, throwing her head back as if she was enjoying the smooth steel rubbing against her half naked body.

She slid down the pole then stretched her self out on the floor of the stage. The men's groans are barely audible over the loud pounding music, but she could hear them. Rolling over she slowly crawled towards a group of men.

"Ohyeah baby," one of the men call out as she gets close enough to touch. She tried to ignore their groping hands as they stuff bills into her top. Letting their hands wander, cupping and squeezing her firm breasts before she finally pulled away from them. Max gave them a wink and turned away.

"Ahh," Max squealed out as the men quickly begun groping her ass. The rough texture of money rubs against her smooth skin as more bills are stuffed into her thong.

"Hey!" Max yelps out as one of the men not content and wanting more snakes his hand under her thin panties, thrusting a finger into her tight wet pussy. Her head spins around, ready to kick the mans head off but before she can even react a bouncer is already pulling him away from the stage.

Crawling her way back towards the pole, her ass arched into the air giving all the men a nice view, she knew that she has to go further. She pulled the night stick from the belt holster and rubbed the smooth rounded edge against her stomach, letting it slowly trail downwards past the her belt until shes softly rubbing it against her panties.

The hard night stick pushing against her pussy has the desired effect on the men. Their eyes are focused on her completely following her every move as she dances slowly with the music. The night stick slowly rubbing against her wetness, she squeezes her thighs together holding it in place as her hands travel back up her body, freeing her bra from its clasps.

The men all groan as her bra falls limply to the floor. Her perfect breasts now exposed to their leering eyes. She squeezes her breasts biting down on her lip as he slowly begins to rub the night stick between her legs again.

Max lets herself slowly fall to the floor once again. Her hips rhythmically grinding against the night stick, her eyes trailing over each set of eyes watching her. She pauses for a moment, and does a double take as she sees a man in one of the far tables.

A baseball cap and sunglasses obscure much of his face, and he sits deep in the shadows of the club making him difficult to see. But Max would recognize that scruffy jaw line anywhere. It was Logan.

Her face went bright red with embarrassment as she realized he had seen everything. She looked down between her legs, her hips still thrusting against the night stick as if it was some cock fucking her. Her head snapped back to Logan, his gaze still fixated on her half naked body. Realizing then that he was enjoying watching her. She couldn't help the tremble of desire that ran through her knowing that Logan had seen her.

Their eyes locked and Logan shot her a cocky smirk, as if he was daring her to continue. Max smiled back, never one to turn down a challenge. She reached down and swiftly tore off her panties, giving the men infront of her a perfect view of her dripping cunt.

"Ahhh" Max gasped as she pushed the bulbous end of the night stick against her tender pussy, using it as a makeshift dildo she slid the tip of it into her hot core. She arched her back, spreading her legs further apart gasping in pleasure, her eyes never leaving Logan's as she slowly began fucking herself with the night stick.

Focusing on Logan, she could barely hear the hoots and hollering of the men around the stage as they watched in amazement as she fucked herself. She couldn't help closing her eyes and gasping as she imaged the nightstick being Logan's cock. The thought alone enough to push her over the edge. Her body shuddering with climax she let the night stick slid out of her body as she laid back and enjoyed the pleasure washing over her.

"Night Stick Nancy everyone!" the DJ announced to the cheering of the men as the song came to an end. Max's eyes snapped open she had almost forgotten where she was. A look of confusion crossed her face as she looked over to Logan only to see an empty table. She didn't have time to figure out where he had went as the DJ was already announcing the next girl. Embarrassed with what she had done infront of all these men she quickly picked up her things and left the stage.

"What the hell was that?" an half naked women greeted Max angrily.

"Wha?" Max replied to the furious women.

"You stole my costume, you stole my theme, you bitch! You stole my money!" the women yelled out as she grabbed a handful of bills that were still stuffed under the police belt before throwing them into Max's face. "You won't get away with this!" she yelled out as she stalked away.

Guess that was the real 'Night Stick Nancy' Max though to herself. Suddenly feeling very naked she looked around backstage for something to wear.

"Here," a women said entering the room. A small silk robe in her hands. Max graciously took the robe. Although it barely covered her ass it was better then nothing. She looked the women over. Her hair tightly tied back and wearing a business suit she looked like she would be more at home at a law firm than a strip club.

"Nice performance... Maxine is it?" the women said with a smirk. "Tables three, five, eight, and twelve all requested personal dances. Tables two, seven, nine, eleven, sixteen and seventeen requested time in the private booths. And a gentlemen that introduced himself as a Mr. Eastman was inquiring about private time with you in one of the private VIP rooms."

"Oh," Max replied as the women looked at her expecting an answer.