bradley

 

 

Bradley knew the drill: get up there, do a clothed tease, start taking it off, then start giving one-on-one dances to the women lined up behind him as the crowd went wild. It was a routine he knew all too well by now, but he still got a rush every time he stood backstage waiting to go up there. Tonight, there was an extra reason for his excitement: Victoria would be there, or at least she had promised to come.

He scoured the crowd from his spot behind the curtains, trying to spot her. Finally, just as he headed out towards the stage, he spotted her with her girlfriend, the one he saw her with at the club.

He looked her up and down, and was imagining her soft skin all over his later that night, when he heard the MC call his name. Damn the timing, he thought. He was hoping to have a couple of words with her before she watched him take it all off and grind all over other women, but she showed up at just the wrong time.

He tried his best to concentrate on the stage, which was hard, because he felt her eyes boring into him every second that he was up there. He tried to gauge her reaction, but it was nearly impossible. He did see her smile at one point, and thought he heard a holler from her direction, but wasn’t sure it was her.

He watched her intently as he took it all off to reveal his huge, hard shaft, and saw with satisfaction that her eyes widened and her lips curled into a smile. He knew she was fairly inhibited, at least in public, so he was satisfied with that.

The women lined up behind him were eager for their turn on the stage with him, and he tried his best to give them all equal time. This wasn’t really his favorite part of the job, because he had to try to figure out after a few glances what sort of dance each woman preferred.

One thing he did know was that after a taste of his moves, they all wanted to come back for seconds. And sometimes, thirds, in private. Occasionally, he had to deal with stalkers, but they would usually back off and forget about him after a stern talking to.

None of that interested him now. He only had one thing on his mind: Victoria and her sexy smile. And those legs – he had a weakness for legs and she had the best pair he’d seen in a long time. Images of what he planned for her later flashed before him as he went through the motions of his dance.

He hoped that watching him up there with other women didn’t offend Victoria, and was relieved when it was finally over and he could leave the stage. He made his way to her table and tried to size her up as he approached. She smiled and looked him up and down appreciatively.

Perfect, she’s not pissed, he thought, and breathed a sigh of relief. We’re definitely on for later.

When he got to their table, he leaned down and gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Hi, Victoria. Hi, there,” he said to Ashley. He’d forgotten her name and hoped she’d remind him.

“I’m Ashley,” she said with a huge smile. He guessed that the alcohol was starting to have its effect on her.

“Well, welcome Ashley. I hope you’re enjoying the show.” He was sure she was having the time of her life, judging by the way her eyes sparkled.

He turned to Victoria, but she spoke first.

“So, this is your so-called acting job?” She asked, trying not to sound too accusatory. For good measure, she flashed him a smile so he wouldn’t take it the wrong way.

He paused while he considered his response, and decided to try a humorous approach. This was no time to get too serious about his night job – there would be time for that conversation later on, if it came up.

“I’m kind of acting, aren’t I? Because I’m definitely not a cowboy in real life,” he said with a grin.

Victoria laughed and nodded. He looked down at her and was overtaken with lust and anticipation of taking her later that night. She looked so hot that he wanted to take her home then and there, but they had just arrived and he wanted her and Ashley to have a little fun together before whisking Victoria away.

Besides, he was expected to do a little mingling with the customers and do one more dance before taking off for the night. After having taken the previous Friday off, he didn’t want to give his boss any reason to get pissed off at him. In fact, he spotted the manager by the bar just then, looking around and checking out the action.

“I’ll be back out in a few minutes,” he whispered in her ear. “Looking forward to later, sugar. I have to mingle a bit with customers before we leave, but I’ll be thinking of you the whole time. And I have one more dance. I hope you enjoy it.” He winked at her before walking away, clad only in a small white towel.

He looked back one last time before heading backstage, and saw Ashley excitedly talking and gesturing to Victoria. He chuckled to himself. He bet that none of them had ever been with a stripper before, and hoped it wasn’t going to stand in the way of his plans for her.