Page 121 of The First Taste
I couldn’t care less about the music, honestly. Chances are that if it was made in the last hundred years, I won’t like it anyway.
I flap my hand, uninterested. “I’ll buy all of your time tonight, Cerise. Just hurry the fuck up. I want to see you dance like you did downstairs. That’s why I chose you.”
Her cheeks stain hot pink. She glances at the floor for a moment. “You saw me dance on stage?”
As she asks, she starts moving toward the pole. Hopping onstage, she starts to approach it. I sit back, feeling my pulse pick up.
“That’s right,” I say. I try to play it cool as though she’s not about to take her clothes off and try to make me horny. Sucking in a deep breath, I tell myself to relax.
She hops up onto the platform and starts gyrating her hips, running her hands up through her hair and down the front of her body. Her eyes close and then pop open for a moment, pinning me in place as she rubs the silky material covering her pussy.
Something about her expression, a heavy lidded innocence, really fucking turns me on. She’s like a virgin giving off fuck me eyes for the very first time.
I know it’s all a show. I know that it can’t be real. But I let myself sink into the moment, let myself be swept along by the tide.
Cerise grabs the pole and swings around it, undulating her body. I tilt my head to the side and bite my lower lip. She climbs the pole deftly, leaning out and then letting her back bow until she touches the floor with her hands. She does the splits in midair, her kimono falling so that I can see her legs and her material covered pussy.
“Take off your robe,” I order.
A little smirk appears on her face. She dismounts the pole by doing a roundoff, then gives me a sultry look. She unties her kimono slowly and then shrugs out of it, leaving her in the black bikini.
I take a sip of my whiskey, trying not to show how base my thoughts are. I’m excited by the slight curves of her hips as she dances before me. She bows before coming back up very slowly, never breaking eye contact with me.
Then she grabs onto the stripper pole with one hand and lifts onto her tiptoes. Her arm arches gracefully above her head. She leans forward, extending her leg behind me. I trace the curve as it lifts behind her.
When I saw her do this move before, I thought that perhaps she had some ballet training. But now I think it’s more than that.
My lovely little ballerina is truly talented and well trained. The fact that Cerise is working here at Club X is a puzzle. She’s been involved in a hardcore ballet program somewhere, I can tell. Unless she has recently quit, she is doing something very forbidden in the ballet world.
I sit back and watch her climb the pole again, hiding a smirk. Moonlighting here is a definite no no, whether her program explicitly says so or not.
The song shifts just as she pulls on the strings of her top.
“Cerise,” I command. “Come here.”
I pat my thigh. She blushes, climbing to her feet. Her hips sway as she pads over to me. Her cheeks color again when she stands over me, leaning forward to push my shoulders back against the red velvet booth.
As she looks me right in the eye, I wonder how she manages to blush on cue. I know it’s doubtless a manipulation of some sort. But I have to say, it’s working on me. I can feel myself falling under her spell.
Especially when she straddles my lap and sinks down so that I feel the exquisite pleasure of her ass against my thighs. My instinct is to grab her, to take control.
I am always in control.
But I just ball my hands into fists and tense my whole body.
“You should be mine,” I tell her, looking at her perfect little tits.
She puts her hands up against the booth behind my head. “I am yours, Mr. X. You can ask me for anything tonight.”
I scowl. “What if I want you at my beck and call? Hmm?”
I raise a hand and push her hair off her neck. It’s so fucking silky and soft against my fingers.
Cerise shakes her head. “I don’t know.”
She rolls her body, grinding against my cock. My eyes narrow on her face.
“I could be your patron. That’s what all the girls here want, isn’t it?”
