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"Stand up and turn around slowly, let me see all of you."

I did as he requested, but halfway through the turn he said "No, slow down, lift your arms above your head and hold your hands together and sway to the music as you turn around again, even slower this time."

I started over, this time my arms raised, my left hand gently holding my right wrist above me. As I swayed my hips back and forth with the music, which had a slow, throbbing rhythm, I felt sort of silly. Oh, I was as horny now as I could ever remember, although still in control of myself. My pussy was wet like a gusher was about to burst forth, my nips were stiff enough to cut glass and my clit was throbbing. Tonight, when I got home, I was going to seriously rub one out I knew, but that knowledge and those feelings didn't make me feel less goofy as I turned with my arms above my head, dancing slowly like Daphne from Scooby Doo.

"Okay, now this time as you turn, slide your hands down your body then bring them back up your tummy and lift your breasts up."

I again did as I was told, trying to keep the beat, going slow, and everything, while buzzed, was confusing, but I did the best I could. At least lifting my boobs gave me a chance to squeeze and massage them a bit, which didn't' bring me any relief. It just made things worse in the horny department but felt good for the moment. I let out a sigh, then caught myself. It wouldn't do for Tony to know the effect he was having on me.

"We don't have a pole for you to work in here like on stage, so now I want you to put your hands over your head again, and this time lean against the glass, arch your back a little to push your butt out towards me."

This was awkward, but as I had no idea how to strip for a man, I again followed his instructions as I would all night.

"No, keep your hips swaying to the music, just push your butt out towards me"

I tried this and was rewarded with him saying "That's great! Perfect, you have an amazing ass"

"Thank you"

"I bet you've heard that before."

"Yeah, but not while I was, well, you know" I giggled.

"Stripping?"

"Yeah." I smiled.

"May I?" He asked as his hands reached towards me. I flipped my hair over my shoulder and smiled as I was trying to figure out what he was asking to do, and he took my delay as consent.

His hands gripped one cheek each through my jeans and began massaging my butt. It felt wonderful to be touched, my skin was electric, and I tingled all over has he rubbed my derriere. As he lifted and separated my cheeks, he likewise pulled just the slightest bit on my privates, opening my pussy and it felt wonderful! A moan escaped my parted lips and I let him continue for as long as he wanted, which was all too short.

"It's coming up on the end of the song" Tony said as he released my ass a minute or two later.

I was on fire; I must have been blushing all over so intense was the excitement and embarrassment I was feeling. As I turned to face Tony, I remembered the bulge I had seen earlier in his pants and looked again. If anything, it was larger as he sat and watched me. In my naivete I began to think "Well, maybe he's not completely out of my age group. Maybe he would want to spend some time with me after work."

"the song..... Don't get distracted" he said, looking me in the eyes.

This reminded me that on the three-song schedule they keep, the girl is to be out of her blouse and bottoms by the end of the first song, and out of her underwear or lingerie by the end of the second, before dancing nude to the third. I hadn't removed anything yet.

I looked into his smoldering eyes, and slowly unbuttoned my blouse. I felt like a wanton slut as I exposed my skin to this man who was a stranger not even an hour ago. At the same time, his attention on me was oddly empowering. I knew he was going to look at me only, and follow my moves as though hypnotized until his eyes were satisfied that they had seen all of me.

The blouse fell off my shoulders and he stared at my chest. I pushed the cups of my bra together making a deep valley of cleavage for his eyes to explore, then slowly turned and moved my hand down to the zipper on the front of my jeans..... oh god i was stripping off for this crude stranger...