of course i can

It seemed so vulgar to do something so private and personal in front of someone, it was as though Tony had known I wished to be debased and invented a way I had not foreseen. Fingering myself in front of him was one step beyond stripping. It was exciting, but the frustration was getting to me. I reached between my legs and wet my fingertips in my juices, then began rubbing my clit.

His eyes soaked it all in and I felt the humiliation of being reduced to masturbating after all the foreplay he had put me through. Still, dancing naked, or the idea of it, was humiliating to me so I might as well get used to it.

"Wait a sec" I thought, "Have I now accepted that sometime soon I would be on stage, with all those men leering at me, being nothing but a sexual fantasy for them?" This then was the ultimate humiliation, and my thoughts were so focused on it that I couldn't say when aimlessly rubbing my clit became full on out of my mind rubbing one out.

The awareness came to me suddenly. In the time we had been together, Tony had gotten me to accept humiliating acts as being sexually exciting and being things I was willing to do for money, or at least come to accept the idea of dancing naked for strangers for money.

With this thought distracting me from cumming, I opened my eyes after several minutes of touching myself and saw Tony staring at my pussy, his hand clinching the bulge in his trousers.

I knew the playing field was becoming equal.

"Do you like that? Do you like watching me finger myself?" I gasped.

"Yes, I want you to cum for me, there is nothing more beautiful than with a young lady cums."

I slowed my attentions to myself and said, "I will, but you have to do something for me."

"What's that?"

"Take off your pants and let me suck on it. Will you let me suck you?"

"Hmmmm, I don't know..." He smiled and started to say something, but just then one of the glass panels on the dark wall lit up. Through the glass now I could see a room with a couch and an end table. A door on the opposite side opened and Amber, wearing only a bra and panties, came in holding the hand of a customer as she did so.

"Oh good, I've been wondering when you would see the VIP room in use. It's a room where the dancers, and only the dancers, not the waitresses, can take special customers for special services."

This made no difference to me; I was too horny, and I was in need of cock. My heart was racing, and I was on the edge of cumming and had been for a frustratingly long time. It was time to move forward.

As Tony was still seated on the couch, although now looking through the glass at Amber giving some guy a lap dance, I sat up, took a pillow from behind me and set it at his feet. Before he could protest, I knelt in front of him.

"Wait, you're going to miss this."

"Don't care" I managed to gasp out as I ran my hands up his slacks and, as expected, found a generous bulge. All I could think of was getting this cock somehow inside me. Amber giving a lap dance didn't matter to me.

I looked into Tony's eyes, or tried to but he was looking through the glass. "Well, that's rude" I thought. "I'm about to suck you until baby batter squirts out everywhere and you'd rather watch another girl stripping in a private room?" Oh well, by this time I was so hot and bothered I couldn't stop anyway. All I could do was tease his cock and balls the way he had teased my pussy and ass.

I unzipped his pants and reached to pull his meat out. He slapped my hand away and nearly shouted "Stop it. If this guy is a freak, he could hurt her before the bouncer gets in if I don't signal fast enough. When the VIP's are in use, we pay attention. Got it?"