You plead

You hear the harshness of his voice, the grim realities of his words and your spirit quails at the thought. But you need the money. You need a solution to your rent problem, and that need supersedes all rational objections.

"Please Tony!" you beg, sinking to your knees. "Please give me another chance! Please! I really need this! I know I can do it!" You hold out your hands, imploring him. He looks at you impassively for a moment, then shrugs.

"Ok sweetheart, whatever you say. One more chance. But if you can't cut it, then...adios muchacha," he says, jerking a thumb towards the hallway door as he strolls back to the DJ booth. After a moment the same song starts and this time you really try to get into it, surrendering to the music, using the pole, strutting and swaying in front of Tony as he slumps in a chair watching you with uncaring eyes. You twirl in front of him, bending over and showing your ass, running your hands down your thighs as you peek flirtatiously at him between your legs. As the song reaches it's end you've got your shirt unbuttoned, pulling it off with the final bars, holding it in front of your breasts with an expression of mock innocence on your face, waiting for his judgement.

He doesn't react, and the second number starts, a more sensuous rock number, and you start to work the pole, twirling around it, then writhing as your wriggle your skirt down your hips, sinuously swaying in front of Tony. Another turn on the poll and you unhook your bra, feeing your ripe firm tits, your nipples hard with excitement. Swaying in front of Tony you turn your back on him and slowly roll your panties over your ass and down your thighs, peeking over your shoulder at him with a mischievous grin, then kneeling down to drop them on the counter in front of him. You kick off your heels with your next turn on the pole, and as the song ends, you're writhing in front of Tony, stroking your hands down your taut body, biting your lip.

He still doesn't react, and when the third song begins you remember his instructions, sliding to your knees on the stage and prowl towards him, biting your lip as you toss your head to swing your pony tails. Reaching the edge of the stage you squat, running your hands up your body, stroking them over your breasts, flicking them over your stiff pierced nipples, then let yourself fall back, arching your body and spreading your thighs, exposing your swollen labia to him. You're excited by your act, excited by the performance, loving the flutter in your belly, the warmth growing in your pussy. You know you're wet, and you wonder if he can tell, most of you hoping that he can, that he knows how excited you are. You writhe on the floor in front of him, your eyes on his impassive face, your hands roaming over your own taut flesh. As this song ends you rise to your knees, your thighs spread, lifting one breast to your lowering mouth, taking your nipple in it as your eyes hold his.