The Firecracker

Do I want to be a sweet angel, or a... firecracker? I... I want to show Bear I can... I can please him, but...

I gotta be me.

"Give me the firecracker outfit, Suzie."

In spite of being slumped in the chair, still trembling from your experience with Bear, your voice is clear and strong. Suzie gives you a little grin and a nod, and hands you a small bag. "Word of advice, hon. Don't get too close to the edge of the stage. Those guys can get grabby, and touching your audience is a no-no. Other than that, it's your dance. Give 'em hell out there, kid." You can tell she's still skeptical about what you're doing, but you now recognize the look in her eye to be concern, not disdain.

You grin back at her as you grab the bag with the outfit. "Don't worry about me, Suzie. I got this."

When you said those words, it was mostly the whiskey boosting your own natural bravado. Once you put on the Firecracker outfit, though, you really started to believe them. The entire ensemble is black leather. Long boots go up past your knees, accentuating your best feature. At first you were skeptical about the tight booty shorts, but you can't deny they make your ass look incredible, and you're excited about the zippers on the side. Those will be fun. Your breasts are held by a dangerously small bikini top, and you love the way the black triangles covering your nipples seem to accentuate the natural lift of your young breasts while still allowing them to move enticingly. You've never worn anything like this in your life, and you can't wait to show it off.

Just you wait, Bear. You're not gonna know what hit you.

As you strut out onto the stage, you drink in the excited cheers and whistles of your audience. The feeling of putting your body on display like this is intoxicating. Your outfit makes you feel like a sexy superhero, and the booze coursing through your system is making you feel like an absolute rockstar. By the time the driving guitar of Heart's "If Looks Could Kill" starts to blast from the speakers, you're bursting with energy. Let's fucking do this.

This isn't like the first time you danced. There's no hesitation, no uncertainty. You know what these guys want, and you're going to give them more than they can handle. Spinning, twisting, swaying, strutting, moving your body with total confidence that no matter what you do, the men watching are going to love it. And they do. You've never heard a crowd get like this. They roar with approval at your every move, and the more of your inner fire you put into your performance the louder they get.

About halfway through the song, you decide to kick things up a notch. You want to see just how wild you can drive these guys. Turning your back to them, you reach behind you to untie the knot of your leather bikini top. Slowly swaying your ass, you undo the string and feel a thrill as your audience surges with anticipation. Letting the string fall and holding the top in place with your other hand, you turn to face the men, the hunger in their eyes clear. They're eager for more of you.

Why not make them wait a little? What are they gonna do?

You sway your body, still hiding your breasts from them as you give them a mischievous grin. Their impatient cheers send a tingle down your spine. You don't want to keep them waiting, but knowing you can is indescribably thrilling. At just the right moment, when the music reaches a crescendo, you pull the top away and throw it to the side, revealing yourself to your audience and drinking in their grateful roar. That's right, guys. That's what you want.

Putting a little more twist and shake into your movements now, giving these men the show you can tell they crave, you can feel a hunger growing within you. The power you have over these men, over their desire, is making your pussy throb. You want them to want you, to need you, to crave you. They're already going crazy out there, why not see how far you can push them?

As the song powers into the final chorus, you turn away from your audience again and pull down the booty shorts a little, earning a surge of cheers. You spin around, moving your hands back up your body to cup your breasts, then bringing them back to your hips, pushing the front of the shorts down enough to let the top of your bush peek out. Letting your purple hair fall over your eyes, you give the men a look of pure fire, a cocky smile on your lips. It looks like every man in the bar is crowded around the stage now, and they're all hanging on your every movement. You've never felt so powerful. So alive.

So deliriously turned on.

Right as the song hits its climax, you grab the zippers on the sides of your shorts, and in one swift motion pull them down and tear the shorts off, throwing them out into the sea of male bodies and presenting your glistening wetness to them. You stand there, feet planted wide in a triumphant pose, clad only in the long leather boots. Your nipples are hard, your body is shining with a sheen of sweat under the spotlight, and you know your juices are streaming down your thighs. Head held high, an ecstatic smile on your face, drinking in the ear-splitting cheers of your audience, you feel like a goddess.

You don't even remember the song ending, or how you got to the small backstage room. In your head, you're still in that moment, body vibrating with pure erotic energy. You almost can't believe all that just happened. It already feels like some insane dream. You just did a strip show in a biker dive, and you had every man in the building in the palm of your hand. At least, you hope it was every man.

"Hot damn, sweetheart! You killed 'em out there." Bear enters the room with a wide smile on his face and a wad of bills in his hand. "I knew you had what it took to win me that money."

You smile back at him, not feeling the least bit embarrassed by the fact you're still just in your boots. This is what he wanted to see, right? "Who says it's your money, Bear? I didn't see you up there dancing." The fire inside you flares at your impulsive act of defiance.

Bear's smile sharpens as he pockets the cash. "Wouldn't that be a sight?" He chuckles. "It's my money because you're my girl, sweetheart. Simple as that."

His girl. Something about those words sends an electric thrill through you, but the fire from your dance is still burning hot, and that whiskey is making you feel reckless. "Oh is that so, Bear?" Your eyes flash at him. "Prove it."

A man his size shouldn't be able to move that fast. Before you can take a breath, he's shoved you against the wall with one large hand wrapped around your neck. His grin is inches from your face, and that something is back in his eyes. "Oh, I already have, sweetheart. But since you clearly need a reminder..." He trails off, letting you tremble in his grip as his hot breath washes over you.

After a moment of unbearable anticipation, your eyes go wide and you pull in a choked gasp as two thick fingers push inside your soaked pussy. He curls them inside you, digging into your sweet spot, forcing a strangled whine from your constricted throat as you squeeze around him.

"Is that my girl's pussy?" You've never heard him growl like that before, and the confident menace in his voice makes you melt.

Yes yes fuck yes I'm your girl it's your pussy. You can only give him a small nod as your quavering eyes plead for more. Bear doesn't make you wait. Without warning, his fingers start to viciously hammer into you, and your knees immediately give out. His hand on your throat and his fingers fucking in and out of your tight passage are the only things supporting your weight. Your hands feebly grab at his arm holding you against the wall, trying to keep yourself from collapsing. You can't breathe, you can't make a sound, all you can do is look up into Bear's eyes and tremble.

It doesn't take long for him to **** a climax out of you. He already had you so worked up after last time, and the erotic thrill of your dance had pushed you even closer. Your mouth opens to release a faint, **** whine as your juices violently squirt out of you, over Bear's hand and onto the floor. Before you pass out, Bear pulls his hands away from you, allowing you to slump down the wall, your bare ass landing heavily in a puddle of your girlcum.

You suck in heavy, shaking breaths as Bear unzips his pants. He reaches in and pulls out his immense cock, precum dripping from the uncircumcised tip, the pure masculine scent of it overpowering you. "You still want that cash, sweetheart, or do you want this?"

What cash? That fire that ignited on stage is still there, but it's been tamed by this giant of a man. Shaking with the **** of your orgasm, head spinning with the whiplash of finding so much power within yourself and yet being so easily conquered anyway, you look up at Bear past his length. You can barely make a sound. "...please..."

He smiles down at you and pushes himself back into his trousers. "That's what I thought, sweetheart. Now, I say it's about time we celebrate your winning performance. We can do that here if you want, I'm sure you'll have plenty of guys wanting to buy you a drink after that show." He leans down a bit, reaching a hand down to you. "Or we can head back to the clubhouse, and we can celebrate a bit more privately. Up to you."