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her panties, and her hips
still moved from side to side. A proud, knowing grin crossed her face.
    Luke remembered
Graham’s ‘pencil test’.
    “If she
can hold a pencil under her breasts, she fails”
    Well she
passed!
    Turning
and coiling her fingers high on the pole again she wrapped one leg around it,
spun and lowered herself to the stage. Coming round to face the three of them,
she flicked her hair back again and then with ‘pure filth’ on her mind she
crawled over to them on her knees. Luke was having trouble containing himself . He shuffled and made a few adjustments, mainly in
the front of his pants.
    She
brought her face right up to Luke’s, stared into his eyes and licked her lips.
She somehow looked familiar to him, but “That wasn’t possible” he thought.
Blowing him a kiss she moved sideways to face Aya.
    Aya
reached for some club guilders. She put them in her teeth. The “Stage Goddess”
kneeled up, leaned forward, and pushing her boobs together she accepted Aya’s
oral offering between them. Her soft, but firm, smooth as silk mounds
delicately caressed Aya's cheeks as she earned her keep. She deposited the “reward” into a small slot in the stage
floor just in front of Luke (he hadn’t noticed it up until this point) and then
reached out to stroke Aya, sensually, under her chin before returning to her
feet.
    Luke was
then given the ‘come to me’ index finger curl, but before he could do anything
she pointed to the slot in the floor.
    Aya
whispered to him, “Make it count. It’ll be worth it.”
    He
quickly reached for all his “favour” money and stuffed it into the slot.
    Dropping
to the stage again our performer lay down, full length, back arched, knees
slightly raised, her long, slim legs and sharp red heels pointing directly at
Luke. Bending at the knee she then raised them to the sky. The slimmest of
white, lace thongs was looking right at him. She rolled her legs in turn like
porno windmills, just to tantalize and add to his anticipation, then in slow
motion, she peeled her panties upwards and off.
    Luke
truly believed her soft, sweet, shaven, peach-like
pussy was glistening and ripening before his eyes. A hint of
pink. A glimmer of dew and a smell so sweet. Was it in his head or is she really ‘getting off’ on performing for him? Him
alone?
    Her
long, straight, stilettoe’d legs then parted to a 'V'
and her delicate ‘labia’ opened slightly. She brought in both hands, stroking,
caressing, and teasing her thighs, softly, slowly, almost painfully. Luke’s tongue came out. Nobody saw. She saw. Then after moistening
one solitary middle finger between her other “two lips” she delicately placed
it along the full length of her pussy. Luke nearly ‘lost himself’ in his pants
as she lifted her head to smile at him, raised her finger then slid it in. Then
out. Then in. Then out. Twice more. Then up came the legs, down came the knees,
and off went the lights, and the music, together.
    “Holy
Shit! Don’t stop there”. He thought.
    The
lights came on again and normality resumed. Music. Dancing. Frivolity.
Entertainment.
    The
Goddess was standing again, with open arms, beckoning Aya and Famke to join her
on stage. Luke looked at them both questioningly, secretly hoping they would
go, but pretending to have their ‘best interests and honour’ at heart. The
Goddess encouraged them and, to Luke’s amazement, they gave in and mounted the
stage leaving ‘jacket and wrap’ behind.
    A
'Cabaret' chair was delivered to their stage together with a little wooden box.
The Goddess stood behind the chair with the two of them on either side and she
began to whisper to them. Shyly, coyly, they covered their mouths, giggling,
protesting yet nodding their approval.
    The
“star” slinked off the stage and disappeared leaving the girls waiting for
their cue.
    It
began. Tom Jones. “Kiss”. Brilliant choice.
    At first
they looked as if they hadn’t a clue. Out of their depth amateurs,