The dance begins

Isabella took a deep breath, steeling her nerves. She had danced many times before, but never for an audience like this. And the thought of doing...other things, in front of these strangers, made her stomach churn.

She walked up the steps to the stage, her heels clicking on the wooden floor. She could feel the sweat starting to bead on her forehead, her heart racing.

She stood in the center of the stage, the bright light above making it hard to see the floor. Already, a steady stream of men have begun entering, whooping and hollering as they saw her.

She felt the weight of their gaze on her, the raw desire in their eyes. She knew they wanted her, and it sent a thrill through her. She could feel her body responding, her nipples stiffening, her pussy growing wet.

The room was filled with the sounds of men stomping and chanting, their voices filling the air. The sheer volume of their voices shook the room, sending a shiver down her spine. She could smell their sweat, their excitement, the scent of their arousal. It was intoxicating, driving her mad with lust.

She closed her eyes, letting the sensations wash over her. Before long, the entire Battalion were seated in the audience, and the air was electric with anticipation. Isabella began feeling self conscious, standing before a sea of leering men. She wanted to cover herself, to hide from their gaze.

But she didn't. Instead, General Serrano signaled for the music to begin, and Isabella felt herself start to sway to the beat.

She could feel their eyes on her, taking in every inch of her body, every curve and swell. Her skin was hot, burning, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

She danced, moving her body sensually, her hips rolling in time with the music. Sensing an imminent beat drop, she fell to her knees, out of the blinding spotlight and allowing her to see the audience clearly for the first time. They were watching her with rapt attention, their hungry eyes revealing the barely restrained lust within them.

She reached behind her neck and unzipped her dress, letting it slip down her shoulders, exposing the top of her large, full breasts.

The men cheered, their voices filling the room with a deafening roar. She could feel their desire, their need, their desperation.

She teased them, slowly sliding the dress off her shoulders, revealing more and more of her tanned, toned body. She moved her hands up her body, cupping her breasts, squeezing and teasing them.

The men were going wild, their shouts and cheers echoing off the walls.