1. Holy Dance Surprise


    Date: 9/28/2017, Categories: Taboo, Voyeur, Author: kap007, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    offering to cover my mid-length dark brown, slightly wavy hair and that I could either wear a small mask around the eyes or achieve the same effect using heavy stage make-up. And this should disguise me "from my own mother" although we never discussed what my mother would be doing in a place like this! Despite several practise sessions with others in the club, including the manager, and with suggestions from other dancers, nothing quite prepares you adequately for your first lap dance with a paying member of the public. But now it seemed that my mum's foresight in sending me to dance lessons as a c***d was finally going to pay off, although possibly not quite as she had intended! My first night at the club was nerve-wracking and my first dance was, uncomfortable and embarrassing. I was fortunate that I got to do this for a group of guys with one of the other girls, who essentially took the lead and definitely helped me through that ordeal. But the next set was easier and by the end of the night I was fairly relaxed and had started to enjoy it. I had never had so many compliments, I had never felt so sexy yet safe because of the no-touching rule and I had never earned so much money so easily. And things continued like this on other nights. I had been told that sometimes the men wanted more than the "basic" lap dance, but that this was entirely up to the girl. The most common request was for the girl to be naked as she danced, and this did happen although at a price. I had ...
    also heard that, in the privacy of the single rooms, occasionally something more might take place, though this usually had nothing to do with money, it was more that the girl took a shine to the guy. I had ground and gyrated my body to the full satisfaction of the men concerned, but I had always drawn the line at taking my clothes off. And perversely it was my polite but firm refusal that seemed to drive the men, or at least the more frequent visitors, wild. It wasn't until I had been there for a few weeks that I encountered a problem. No, it wasn't a problem, it was a massive nightmare in the form of Tony Morgan, who arrived at the club with his mates, loud, brash and throwing money around. It was clear that he was doing well in the city and that he wanted everyone to know it. And I was "lucky" to dance for him (and his friends) or at least that's what he seemed to think, in his own selfish way. And I had no way out, I had to jiggle my barely covered boobs in his face and feel his hot breath on them, move seductively around him, rub my bikini-clad ass against his leg; virtually have simulated sex with him and his friends. I hated it! No that's not true, I loved it! No that's not right either. I was horrified both that I was lap dancing for someone I knew and that he might recognise me, but turned on for the very same reasons. Tony, judging from the size of his tip, loved it too. And best of all there was not even a spark of recognition; the excessively theatrical make-up and ...
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