Your pudgy admirer.

You glance over to where the bouncer nods, seeing the pudgy guy staring at you with wet hungry eyes. You nod thanks at the bouncer and swallow a grimace of distaste as you tuck the bills you were tipped into the small purse you brought, then slip your heels back on and saunter around the stage. The man watches you approach, his nervous fingers fiddling with his drink.

"Hi," you say sweetly, forcing a simpering smile onto your face. "Would you like a little company?"

"Yeah...I mean yes...I'd like that," he stammers, rising to his feet and pulling a chair out for you. You smile at him sweetly as you sit, arching your back a bit to show off your breasts. His eyes don't seem to be able to stay in one place, wandering over your face and body.

"What's your name sweetie?" you purr, leaning towards him and gently touching his arm.

"Darren," he stammers, looking at you with hungry eyes.

"Well hi Darren. You already know my name. Great to meet you. And thanks so much for the tips. You were very generous."

"You deserved all of it...you're a great dancer...and really pretty..." he mumbles, looking at your nipples again.

"Why thank you, Darren!" you say with a throaty laugh. "You're so sweet!" You're starting to enjoy flirting with him, enjoying his eyes wandering over your body, feeling your heat growing. He's far from an attractive man, but the attention you got while you were dancing, and the hungry appreciation in his eyes has your belly fluttering.

The DJ introduces Ginger, who struts onto the stage, in a flurry of multi-coloured silks, swirling and writhing to the music. Darren's eyes don't even flicker at her, never leaving your face and body. You lean towards him whispering in his ear, letting your ripe breasts rest on his arm.

"Would you like a personal dance Darren?" you say with a breathy sexual voice. "A dance just for you?"