Perfect, of course.

Key-boy dropped the needle onto his record and Hiyoko’s favorite dance song began to play. Sunshine took her cue to start strutting confidently forward along the main walkway of the stage. Before she reached the end, she made sure to unzip her suit just under her breasts. While she may not have had the largest assets in the chest department, they were still considerable, and the same could be said for her ass; a perfect blend of size and firmness. With that in place, she leaned forward and did a handstand before falling forward onto her knees, presenting her groin at the very edge of the stage and squeezing her breasts as much as possible with the soft fabric. She then sensually ran a finger up from her pussy to her navel, teasing the audience with the sight of her perfect body before she finally gripped the zipper of her suit. Her pace was painfully slow for the audience, bated breath as they watched it travel all the way down to her groin and reward them a tantalizing glimpse of her bright red panties.

Already, there were those who were fishing into their wallets to make her show a little more flesh, to free those poor melons of hers that were being squeezed suffocating inside her suit, and Hiyoko was more than happy to oblige them. Extending her hand, she soon found fistful after fistful of bills shoved into her palm, and when she stopped to count them all she saw that it was roughly 400,000 yen. And she’d only just started her routine.

“Oh wow! You boys really want to see a lot more of Sunshine don’t you?” Hiyoko said with a teasing wink as she fanned herself with the money. “Well, since you’re so generous, I don’t see why I shouldn’t oblige.”

And with that, she finally went to the stage’s star pole, and grabbed tight. Moving in perfect synchronization with the beat of the DJ’s music, she started by humping the bar, putting extra effort to make her rear bounce as she moved. At first it started slow, but when the music started to pick up speed, she did too, but not before she flicked her suit off her left shoulder.

Gripping the pole and turning herself upside down, she held on using nothing but the strength of her thighs and began to spin. As she did, she tugged on her catsuit at the sleeves, and before long, her arms were completely free of the fabric. Positioning herself so her ass was touching the pole, but her front was facing the crowd, Hiyoko descended.

Seeing the Ultimate Dancer’s melons up close and personal sent most of the crowd into a frenzy, a lot of them pushing and shoving each other just to get a better view. While Shuichi didn’t partake in the physical aspect, he did reposition himself to get a better view, just like the rest of his friends. Mahiru was busy snapping pics, but Hiyoko could see she was having an effect. Mahiru had not only taken off her tie and unbuttoned the top part of her shirt, but she was also rubbing her thighs to relieve the tension building in her pussy, and sweat was turning the white parts of her outfit see-through. But Hiyoko was far from done.

Picking herself up off the floor with flawless and sexy grace, Hiyoko turned around so her audience saw her juicy booty. Biting her lip, Hiyoko caused her ass to ripple and shake as she slowly peeled off her catsuit, and stopped just beneath her panty’s waistline. Then she grabbed the pole once more and this time, she decided to show off her incredible flexibility. She began to spin on the pole, but she managed to do a full split on the piece of metal as she did. Looking at the crowd, she was proud to view the impressed looks on their faces. Wrapping one leg around the pole, she began to pull her catsuit down her free leg, not stopping until she had managed to peel it off, all while maintaining her momentum. Then, it was time for the other leg.

Last time, she simply spun her whole body in one direction. This time, she’d dazzle the crowd with her mastery of acrobatics. This time, on top of spinning around the pole, she also began to rotate her body itself, using her hands to hold onto the pole as the movement picked up speed. Before long, Hiyoko was in a state of constant motion; going around the pole while also spinning her body with incredible precision and grace. Of course, also this movement had another effect; the final piece of the catsuit still clinging to her body began to slip on its own as the weight of the rest of the fabric. A fact that didn’t escape people’s notice. More and more speed was picked up, and more and more of her skin was exposed. Finally, the last bit let go, but before it could fall to the ground, Hiyoko swooped in, grabbed it, and flung it to the group that surrounded Shuichi.

Naturally, everyone went there in droves, but the first one to grab it was a guy with shark teeth and pink hair, who quickly began to keep it from the hands of other perverts who wanted the souvenir. Shuichi, meanwhile, looked back at the Ultimate Dancer. Hiyoko had repositioned herself, her body looking like she could be resting on her side, and blew a kiss in the direction of the birthday boy.

“Alright ladies and gentlemen, if you’ll direct your attention back to Sunshine, you’ll see the real show about to start,” the DJ informed, encouraging the small scuffle to end.

All eyes were back on Hiyoko, who was standing once more, ready to get to the main event. The DJ then pressed a small black button on his turntable and two long, thick white silk ribbons descended from the ceiling just above the edge of the stage. Grabbing onto both of them, she took a deep breath, and smiled.

It was time to show them all what it meant to be an Ultimate.

The dancer was quick to take a running start, wrapping her arms up in the silk ribbons as she did. When she finally reached the end, she lept, and did a backflip as she did. Thanks to the ribbons, Hiyoko didn’t fall, but instead suspended herself in the air. Making sure to stick her ass out, the dancer soared across the people in the club, many of whom tried to touch her ass to ‘give her tips’, but alas, found that she was out of reach by a mere fingernail in length. Swinging back, Hiyoko appeared to be on a collision course with the metal pole, but anyone who thought that would actually happen clearly hadn’t been paying attention.

Once she was back on the stage, she let the momentum carry her as she lowered herself until she was just a few inches above the ground. Then, seconds before she collided with the pole, she changed course and quickly ascended on a single silk ribbon. Wrapping one leg around the ribbon, she used the other to propel herself out of the way and back up off of the ground. Once again, she was soaring through the air, like she was on a swing. But this time, she was going to travel at an angle, the trajectory taking her directly towards the bar.

However, when she had a bird’s eye view of the club, she saw Mahiru again, still sitting in her chair a few feet behind Shuichi. Not only that, but she could see Mahiru was biting her lip and had stripped out of her green jumper, leaving her in just her thin white undershirt. Hiyoko’s original plan for the night had been to go to the client and let him be the only one who could touch her, but she decided that could be saved for later. After all, she knew he’d enjoy touching her a lot more if she got him riled up first.

As the ribbons moved and she flew further out over the audience, Hiyoko this time put her chest as the thing closest to the people, and dozens of greedy and eager hands tried their best to stuff money down her shirt and bra, but while many were close, none succeeded. Once she reached the bar, Hiroko bent over the counter, and gave her boss a high five right before Hiyoko swung herself back to the stage.

By then, the crowd had learned that trying to touch Hiyoko was pointless, so they had taken to throwing their money at Hiyoko to encourage her to strip off her clothes faster. Hiyoko couldn’t collect them all as she flew through the air, but that didn’t stop her from trying. Once she reached the stage, the first thing she did was put the money she collected with the rest of the paper in her red straps on her thighs. Once that was done, her gaze locked squarely on the Ultimate Photographer.

Using her experience and expertise, Hiyoko managed to launch herself far into the air, and quickly climbed up the two ribbons and subtly motioned the DJ to move them forward. Once she was in the proper position above her friend, Hiyoko descended from the ribbons like a spider spinning a web.

Hiyoko landed right in front of Mahiru, her pussy directly in front of the photographer's face while her legs were on the chair’s armrests. The girl’s mouth dropped open as she looked up in awe at the stripper in front of her, so close that she could almost taste her.

Mahiru looked like a total mess; her hair was a bit frazzled, and thanks to the sweat, Hiyoko could see that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath her shirt. The photographer looked up nervously, and the dancer shot her friend a sexy and smug grin, knowing that Mahiru knew exactly what she planned to do. Mahiru gave a nervous smile and just subtly nodded, giving her consent. The fact that all eyes in the club were on them now only made the situation hotter for the photographer.

With permission granted, Sunshine finally began to dance, swaying her hips from side to side - though her red panties, soaked with both her sweat and her juices, were all the redhead could really see. Hiyoko knew Maihuru wouldn’t mind, though, since this performance was just as much for the other customers as it was for her.

Making sure to give her ass just the right amount of jiggle, she also used the silk ribbons to emphasize the other parts of her body, the fabric gently caressing her chest and thighs, and the parts touching her rear end looked like waterfalls on account of the way she worked it. Mahiru herself was panting like a dog in heat, sweat trickling down her forehead, her cheeks were as red as her hair, and her nipples poked through the white fabric of her shirt. She was so entranced by the way Sunshine moved that Shuichi was honestly amazed that she had enough self control to stop herself from rubbing her pussy right then and there. She did keep snapping pictures with her camera, however, which was positioned just under Hiyoko’s noticeable cameltoe and had a perfect view of Hiyoko’s body. She was taking so many pictures that Mahiru could practically make a slideshow of Hiyoko’s routine, but by that point she almost seemed to be taking the pictures out of reflex.

Of course, just like everyone else Hiyoko gave special attention to while working the main floor, watching just wasn’t enough for Mahiru. Eventually, the redhead stretched out her hand slowly, like she was completely in a hypnotic trance, her tongue seeming to roll out of her mouth. Before she could touch though, Hiyoko grabbed the silk ribbons and did a backflip, using her legs and hand to suspend herself mid-air, her chest straining against her “shirt” and bra so much it looked like they would tear, and her panties almost disappearing between her shining ass cheeks. With her free right hand, she grabbed Mahiru’s soft red hair to keep her from flinging back to the stage, and gave her a “tut tut”.

“Sorry sweetheart, I’m like an overpriced wedding ring. You can look all you like, but no touching without paying through the nose,” Hiyoko scolded as she waved an index finger from side to side. “But, unlike a stupid ring… I can certainly touch you.”

Before Mahiru could say anything, Hiyoko smashed her lips against the photographer’s own. Mahiru was too stunned to do anything to stop her, but that was just fine with Hiyoko. Gripping Mahiru’s hair even harder, Sunshine **** her tongue into Maihiru’s mouth and began to move it around as lewdly as possible, puffing out Mahiru’s cheeks in the process. The redhead let out little moans and gripped the arm rests of her chair as hard as she could, **** to somehow withstand the oral ****. Hiyoko, sadly, couldn’t spend a ton of time on her friend, so she made sure to finish this quickly.

Sucking Mahiru’s tongue in and giving the most powerful french kiss she could, it took only a few seconds for her to make the Ultimate Photographer climax. When it came, Mahiru’s pupils seemed to shake and tremble before her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her foot stomped on the floor and then dragged on it while the rest of her body convulsed, and her wanton moans audible to the entire club even over the music and Hiyoko’s powerful mouth muffling the noise. The audience could also see the edge of Mahiru’s short skirt thanks to the fact that Hiyoko was sitting on the chair’s armrests, and they could all see a thin, clear trail of arousal start to leak out from underneath. Shuichi swallowed as he wondered just how wet she must have been underneath that skirt.

After what felt like an eternity, Hiyoko pulled away with an audible pop , and a bit of saliva trailed between their mouths. If she was in her right mind, Mahiru probably would’ve been either embarrassed, angry, or a mix of the two. But if one looked at them, they’d see that her eyes had a glazed look in them, her mind more than likely overwhelmed by how intense the climax was.

“That was fun, but I’m afraid I have to go now, sweetheart.” Hiyoko grabbed one of Mahiru’s breasts tightly, eliciting a moan from the other girl. “But be sure to take all kinds of pics, m’kay?”

Mahiru let out a low whine as Hiyoko pushed herself away using her friend’s cleavage. Back to the stage, there was another customer that needed special attention. Gracefully, Hiyoko flew from Mahiru back to the stage, sliding gracefully across its surface before coming to a stop directly in front of the birthday boy himself. His face went just as red as Mahiru’s hair. She looked over her shoulder and began to bounce her gorgeous rear up and down. Unlike pretty much every other customer here, he knew better than to try and touch without permission. Hiyoko let out a low moan, drawing his attention to her face.

“Hey, handsome. You know, all this dancing is making me thirsty. Mind fetching this poor girl a drink?” She said with a smile.

Shuichi froze for a moment like a deer in headlights, unsure of what to do until he realized that he still had his untouched glass of wine sitting in a glass right beside him. Smiling nervously, he lifted the glass up toward the stage as Sunshine crawled toward him on all fours with a predatory look in her eyes. Hiyoko smiled sweetly as she took the glass and took a small sip before leaning back and pouring the rest of it out onto her chest. When the sparkling red fluid was finally gone, she tossed the glass to one of her backup dancers and stood up, bending forward to let the audience get a perfect look at her dripping rack.

With their eyes all locked on her, she began to play with them, bouncing her tits up and down, side to side, and squeezing and squishing. Then she grabbed her wet, flimsy “shirt”... and tore it wide open. Now dressed in nothing but matching bra and panties, she took the remains of her shirt and twirled it around her head like a lasso, all while shaking her hips erotically, earning dozens of whoops and hollers from everyone. Then, without warning, she let go of the shirt, tossing it directly into the face of Shuichi’s brown-haired friend. Smirking, she once again got on all fours, and beckoned Shuichi closer with her index finger. Nervously, he leaned in closely, and was rewarded by her placing a hand on his cheek.

“You are such a good boy. For that, I’ve got a special reward in mind for you.” Hiyoko promised before placing a gentle kiss on his lips, earning the man many glares from the group around him.

And after saying those words, Hiyoko got up right as the song ended, and began to strut to the back of the stage. Of course, there were a few groans, some from men on the edge, and some from people who were disappointed she stopped with clothes still on.

“And that’s all folks! For now at least. Don’t worry that she hasn’t gotten naked, I promise she will have more in store for you!” the DJ announced. “And, of course, we have plenty of other lovely ladies ready and waiting to dance for you!”

The announcement pacified the crowd, who were now ready to see what came next.

Mikan took a deep breath as her boss returned, her hips still getting plenty of lustful stares even as she disappeared backstage. Even from her hidden position, Mikan could see almost all the men had to shift in their seats to accommodate the uncomfortable new bulges in their pants, and Mahiru had to get up to change her panties in the nearest bathroom. Even Hiroko, who had no doubt seen the performance dozens, if not hundreds of times, had clearly gotten hot under the collar watching that performance.

Mikan could also see the Ultimate John himself completely entranced too, almost drooling at Hiyoko by the end of the routine and showing just how much she deserved her Ultimate title. Mikan knew that a performance like that would be hard to top, and many dancers better than her had certainly tried.

Still, she knew that she wasn’t going to improve unless she tried, so she took a deep breath and readied herself for her name to be announced.

“Alright, everyone, it’s time to introduce our next lovely lady!” Key-boy announced outside. “She has long purple hair, a penchant for needles, and has a medical degree that costs more than a small house! Put your hands together for… Lisa! The Candy-Striper Stripper!”