Pure Seduction

“Time to put on a show.” I thought to myself, then smiled seductively.


I walked over to him slowly, heels making muffled sounds on the carpet. I stared him in the eyes, stepping closer. I stood over his waist, swaying my hips, and draping an arm loosely over his shoulder. I sat down on him, straddling his waist and discarding my heels.

I get closer to him and as soon as I lock eyes with him I realize that he is the man from the front row. I could not deny how sexy he was, his eyes doing something to me that I never thought could happen. His green irises lock with mine and a huge grin appears on his face.

I rock my hips on his and move my hands up to my hair. A loud groan comes out of his mouth and I feel his length harden against my crotch. I push myself off of him and make my way to the pole that is in the center of the room. I move my hips in a grinding motion before climbing on the pole. His eyes follow my every movement and I smile seductively.



I turn around so that my ass is facing him. I continue my seductive movements moving my hips to the music. I turn around and I'm caught off guard because the man is now standing in front of me. His eyes go directly to mine, and my tongue darts out to lick my lips. As suddenly as he was in front of me, his hands are on the side of my face and his lips are connecting to mine in a passionate kiss. A familiar spark of lust runs through my veins and I whimper, hands grabbing his arms. His hands move from my face and slide down my waist to grab my ass, my own hands tangling through his hair.





“Very progressive aren’t you.” I tease, pulling away from the kiss and biting my lip.

He smiles at me. “ And you're quite the dancer.”

I let out a loan moan and press my lips back against his, draping my arms around his neck loosely and pressing close to him. In one swift movement, I’m pressed against the wall and one hand is holding my wrists above my head, the other on my waist. I yelp in surprise at the sudden movement and he grins, pressing his body flush against mine and I feel his length against the cleft of my ass. I whimper, wiggling my hips and coaxing out a feral moan. He grinds against me and I bite back my own moan, throwing my head back in momentary ecstasy. The hand on my waist trails up my hips to my boob, and he began to toy with it. I gasped and bit my lip to stop myself moaning, but my head remained back and my body began trembling from the ecstasy.

“Don’t like people ‘earin you moan? Don’t want them to know you’re havin fun? How about the fact that you obviously like it rough.” He whispered into my ear, sending a spark of pleasure down my spine. He had an accent, sexy but husky at the moment from lust and alcohol. Thinking on it, I recognized it. English, or well British. I didn’t have time to think on that because he had began to discard the corset and ripping my already artfully ripped leggings.

“Safeword.” He said suddenly and I smiled. At least he was sober enough to know to get a safeword.

“Honey. Because it sounds like an old lady.” I answered simply and moaned as he rocked against me.

I could hear the smile as he chuckled, then suddenly it was skin against cloth, not my cloth. I whimpered and pressed against him, wiggling my hips teasingly.

“Fuckin’ clothes.” He hissed, moving his hand from my body to pull down his pants and briefs until it was skin on skin and I moaned loudly, pressing against him in an almost needy matter. His hands move down my heat making me shudder and I can feel him rubbing my clit in circles, making me moan loudly and press back against him. The hand moves from my clit, and suddenly there’s a finger inside me.



“Oh my god-” I moaned hands pressing against the wall for purchase. His body is close to mine and I can feel every breath he takes. My walls clench and I can feel myself almost ready to let go, the pleasure overwhelming me.

“Found it.” He arrogantly whispers in my ear.

I smirk, abruptly pressing back onto his fingers simultaneously shoving him back a little, then pull forward, pulling his fingers out. I spin around and smile at him, grabbing his shoulder and throwing him back onto the couch, and then kneeling in front of him with a grin.

I start to stroke his length through his boxers and a loud hiss comes out of his mouth. I kiss around the waistband of boxers, teasing him and he throws his head back, obviously frustrated. I pull down his boxers, slow and teasingly, then all the way, letting his erection spring free and I lick my lips. I teasingly do kitten licks against the head getting moans from him. I wrap my lips around the head and lick, not moving but just teasing him and he gives a frustrated moan, grabbing my head and forcing me to take his whole length in my mouth. I gag from the sudden intrusion on my throat and he lets go of my head with a throaty moan. I pull all the way off and huff, glaring at him before taking him in my mouth again and actually doing something. I bob my head up and down, pressing my tongue to the head and he moans, gripping my hair tightly. After a few moments, I notice he’s getting close and I pull off with an obscene pop.



“Whaddya stop for?” He grumbled and I grinned, standing and straddling his waist and draping my arms over his shoulders and he places his hands on my hips.

“Don’t you want to get some real action?” I teased, whispering it seductively in his ear.

“Course I do.” He chuckled.

I smirked, wiggling my bare hips against his erection and he moaned. I smirked, raising myself above him, and lining myself up, then stepping away from him.

“Well to bad.” I said with a smirk. “I’m a stripper, not a prostitute. If you want a prostitute, go to the whore house on 5th Avenue.”

With that, I gathered my clothes, pulling them on and taking one last look at his shocked face. I chuckled to myself, turned and walked out of the room and back to the dressing rooms. As I arrived I looked back out and saw him angrily complaining to the manager. I snorted, changing from my stripper outfit into some leggings, a long black t-shirt and converse. I pulled my hair into a bun and left just as the boss went looking for me. This man obviously went to the wrong place if he thought I was gonna have sex with him. Stripping is not the same as prostitution.

Maybe they don’t have a difference in England. I thought to myself, crossing my arms over my chest, a bag on my back.

Notes

Ok so sorry i have not been updating. It is exams is coming up soon and then school ends so I have been studying. Any who mne and my friend have been writing stuff to get our mind off of studying so here it is with GIF's of course. It is goign to be a fanfic but I dont know if I want to post it here.... Ok enjoy!!

PS: I HAD TO CHANGE MY ACCOUNT STILL THE SAME PERSON. But i lost all my works on this website. :(