Nancy licked her lips. Her mouth was bone dry from repressed excitement. "I said I could do better than she is."
Tom looked blearily at the stage, at the young stripper who held the curtain between her writhing thighs and ground a rhythm out. "Hell, yes. Damn right!" he said.
The three of them laughed together, and it seemed that Tom and Rita were fondling her rather… intimately. Their hands were getting a little bold. Nancy laughed from tension and excitement. She was in a wildly drunken mood… the kind of mood she knew could end up in a sick headache or intense excitement. Something was in the air… it was no ordinary night in her life… she began dancing, her feet in place, only her body moving in a sensuous rhythm in time to the music. She let her magnificent hips do a bump and grind. Actually, she was mocking the girl on the stage, yet it came out as brazen and sexy, and Nancy swiped one hand over her eyes, amazed at her own audacity. She had moved like a slut, and the feeling she got from it was daring and… exciting.
Tom and Rita let go of her and pressed away from her, giving her a little room in which to dance.
Closing her eyes and running her hands through her long, coal-black hair, Nancy let herself go and was surprised by her carnal thoughts as she let her hips sway and pump lewdly.
It all happened spontaneously… none of it was really planned… Nancy began dancing and found herself carried away by the daring idea… she knew she was good and better than the girl up on the stage. She opened her eyes to see she was dancing in the dark, ringed around by tightly observant faces. Men were all around her… she saw their faces… saw Tom and Rita grinning… saw more and more faces turned to her as she danced. She danced with her arms held away from her body. Her ripely curving hips swaying with a liquid lewdness. The men watched her with tight, horny smiles. Here was a truly beautiful girl… here was a girl with a face and figure that looked like it belonged at some wealthy country club… here was class with a body that was nothing short of magnificent. The regulars on the block pressed around her. They had heard of girls like her coming to slum and staying to lewdly fuck all comers. Each of them had heard stories or seen such a thing happen; now, in front of them, it was happening once more, and they were all going to be involved in a night to remember.
It was obvious to everyone that Nancy was almost in a wanton mood and trance. She danced with her full sensuous mouth parted in a slack smile, showing her clean white teeth and wetly parted lips. Her eyes were melting and heavy-ridded. It was obvious she had too much to drink, for she swayed as she danced, catching herself with a lewd loose hip movement.
Nancy danced and the men moved, always a ring around her, always guiding her toward the stage. Nancy could hear the music getting louder and she moved toward the sound, running her open hands slowly up and down her lovely long thighs. The ring of men parted and Nancy saw the brightly lit empty stage. Her eyes were languid and smoky, as she saw the stage and slowly realized that the stripper was gone.
Her smile broadened as she boldly stepped up on the tiny stage and stood with her back to the audience, her hands tangled in her long hair. Wantonly, provocatively, teasing every man in the place, she thrust out her smoothly rounded buttocks and let them undulate and slowly rotate in time with the music. She didn't care much where the stripper was and assumed she had left. At that moment, Nancy wasn't thinking much… she was feeling.
She was feeling more lascivious and lewd than she ever imagined she could. Her proudly thrusting huge breasts were rising and falling as she panted for breath, yet she could not stop her body from writhing and undulating slowly.
She waved her broad, beautifully shaped buttocks at the audience then whirled around to face them, her back arched, her proud young breasts thrust out, and slowly, obscenely thrust her pelvis out at the men.
A film of perspiration was on her face and her smile was lewd and easy, her eyes unfocused, her mind awhirl with pulsating feeling and drunken daring. Her brassiere barely covered her huge melon-round breasts, and every man looked, realizing it was all reaclass="underline" she looked even better than when dressed.
Nancy closed her eyes as her body swayed rhythmically in time to the music. Her pelvis pumped lazily back and forth in a parody of stand-up fucking as she slowly reached and slipped one brassiere strap off her shoulder.
At the bar, Tom whispered something hastily in Rita's ear and she dug in her purse, coming up with a miniature camera. Tom was all action, checking the camera quickly, no longer so "drunk" as he had seemed. He was unobtrusive as he raised the tiny camera to one eye, squinted, and clicked off a picture.
On the tiny stage, Nancy was all sensuous motion. Her hips moved freely in a wanton way. Both of the thin black straps of her brassiere were slipped off her shoulders. She reached behind herself with both hands, her fingers toying with the hook. Her ripely rounded breasts were forced to jut out even more above her incredibly slender waist and lasciviously flaring hips.
The clasp popped free and her brassiere leaped forward, her breasts actually seeming to swell in pride and freedom. Her hands caught the flimsy brassiere and she held it for a long tantalizing moment before taking her hands away… Ietting it fall silently to the floor.
The men pressed tighter around the stage now as Nancy closed her eyes and lifted her arms, letting her fingers tangle in her ink-black hair and also raising her out thrust breasts even more. She danced in lewd rhythm to the music while Tom clicked pictures of her naked to the waist. All the men were looking at her naked breasts, at her darkly pointed nipples that were growing even more bulleted, betraying the sexual excitement she was feeling. Her nervous hands tried to cover them up and all she succeeded in doing was making herself all the more provocative. Her hands cupped her breasts as if she were offering them to each and every man present. Beads of sweat could be seen forming on her shoulders and torso, and sweat snaked seductively down her deep cleavage, calling attention to how perfectly rounded and formed her big ripe breasts were. Men sipped their beer and licked their lips as their eyes stared at her lushly molded mounds of soft warm flesh.
Except for the blaring music, the room was silent now. The bartenders had stopped serving and crammed down to one end of the bar to watch the stunning young woman on the stage. The place was packed with people coming in from the sidewalk, sensing something special was going on.
And Nancy knew it! She stood up on the little stage and felt a lewd power and a strange pleasurable sense of humiliation, baring her breasts to strange men who only thought of carnal things. It was exciting and oddly satisfying. Nancy felt she had them in her power, and a wildly wanton voice in her was urging her on. Smiling, her eyes half-closed, she let her hands slip down to her waist, to where her dress was bunched and gathered. Wiggling her hips lewdly, thrusting her pelvis out in wild time to the music, she shimmied out of the dress. She peeled and rolled it over her wide hips until it fell free to the floor and then she stepped out of it, wearing nothing but high heels and delicately gossamer panties. The panties were black and contrasted startlingly with her velvety white skin. In wiggling out of the dress, she had unwittingly pulled the panties half off and each and every man there could see how voluptuously she was built. Her little belly was delicately sculptured and defined, her hips swayed fully and easily and flared out excitingly. Her thighs were full and cubed sensuously. Nearly naked, Nancy was far more appealing than she had been with her clothes on.
Her eyes liquid and giddy with booze, she let her wet lips relax in a lewd smile as she danced, cupping her breasts provocatively again as she slowly turned her back on the tightly knotted audience. The men were not to be cheated, for they were seeing a new view of her buttocks. The flimsy black material of her panties only served to outline her snowy twin cheeks. With all her lewd hip movements, the filmy material had ridden up, being caught in the velvety deep crevice between her ass-cheeks, allowing her quivering, seductively undulating flesh to be freely seen.