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flipping my hair back and taking off my top. The crowd cheered at the sight of my bouncy chest.
     
    I got down on my knees and pushed my tits together right in front of a customer's face. I turned around and crawled towards the pole, giving them all the perfect view of my ass. I ran my tongue up along the pole, gathering my salty wetness. I'd never tasted myself before and it was really turning me on.
     
    The desire to touch myself was building. My face was flushed and my heart was racing. I continued dancing, picturing Ace holding me tight and never letting me go. I snapped back to reality when the music stopped. The audience erupted with cheers and gave me a standing ovation. I didn't even know what I did up there. I was so distracted with the thought of Ace.
     
    I went back stage to find Helena getting ready to go on.
     
    “I just watched you, Rachael. What got into you on stage? I've never seen you like that before.”
     
    I blushed and hid my face. “I don't even know what I was doing.”
     
    “It looked like you were ready to orgasm up there.” Helena laughed.
     
    My face turned a deeper shade of red. “I think I almost did.”
     
    Helena continued applying her makeup. “Well give me whatever drug you're on because I want to feel that.”
     
    Should I tell her about Ace? There was something about this guy but I barely knew him. “Good luck out there,” I told Helena as she went out on stage.
     
    I sat down in my seat and realized that my panties were soaking wet. I got a fresh pair from my drawer and slipped them on. I relaxed and closed my eyes. Ace was so fucking hot. My body pulsed at just the thought of him.
     
    Joe marched in through the door and interrupted my fantasy. “I don't know what you did out there but it was fantastic, Rachael.”
     
    “Thanks, Joe. I guess I was just in the right mood.”
     
    “Well whatever it was, do it again. You have a gentleman out there requesting a lap dance.”
     
    Could it be Ace? I checked the clock on the wall and it was almost ten. I smiled and got my game face on. I was going to give him the lap dance of lap dances.
     
    I strutted out into main room and over to the private booths. My heart skipped a beat right before I opened the velvet curtain. And everything fell apart when I saw it was a stranger and not Ace.
     
    I put my smile back on. Got to focus on all those tips. “Hey sugar, you want a lap dance?”
     
    “Get that pretty little ass of yours over here.” The customer was large and reeked of alcohol. His eyes were cast in shadow and his grin scared me a little.
     
    “Buckle up then, this is going to be a wild ride,” I replied playfully.
     
    I faced away and planted my butt right on his crotch. He was already hard which wasn't surprising. Most of my customers were before I even started. I rubbed against him, listening to him moan and groan.
     
    He wrapped his hands around me and squeezed my breasts. I normally didn't care about men touching my chest or my ass but this felt different. It felt wrong. The man leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “You were so hot on stage. I couldn't stop thinking about your big tits and fine ass. I bet your pussy is so wet right now.” His hand trailed down my stomach and I swatted him away.
     
    I shook my finger at him. “No no, you're being a bad boy.”
     
    The customer leaned back and smiled. He was really enjoying this. I spun around and straddled him. I buried his face in my chest, rubbing my cleavage all over his face. Suddenly, he flung me off him and stood up.
     
    His smile turned devious as he looked down at me. “I bet you can't wait to feel my big cock inside you.” He began to unbuckle his belt.
     
    I was calm and collected. I'd been in this situation many times before. Jerome, the bouncer, was only feet away—plus I knew Karate. The customer was drunk and there was no need to cause a scene. I tried reason with him. “Sir, you're drunk and you can't do this.”
     
    The man