Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
My shift has been long. The music is loud, the men are loud. On this stage, I am a queen, even if the crown is just a spotlight and the throne is a brass pole. They watch me, hands gripping their drinks, their eyes hungry. I give them a show. But inside, I feel empty. A machine on repeat. I need something real.
My set ends. The applause is sloppy. I grab my towel and head quickly toward the back hall. “Five minutes, Stella,” the DJ calls out. Five minutes. That’s enough time. I push open the door to the small storage closet near the ice machine. It smells like bleach and desperation. I lock the bolt quietly. No one ever comes back here. This dark, hidden place is mine.
My shift has been long and I need a break
My body is vibrating from the adrenaline of the dance. I don’t take off my costume. Instead, I just push the silk fabric aside as I close my eyes. I’m not thinking about the men, or the money, or tomorrow. I think only about the urgent, insatiable need to feel something that belongs just to me. It is a secret ritual. A quick and hard grab for control in a place where I feel none.
My breath hitches as my hand slides into my g-string and starts rubbing my bare pussy. I cum fast. My teeth bite down on my lower lip to stop the sounds of my moans. I close my eyes as I feel the warmth rushing up and down my entire body. My legs shake and I hold onto a shelf so I won’t fall. These shoes are impossibly high and I’d never be able to get back up by myself.
A few moments later, I smooth my costume and push the fabric back into place. My fingers shake slightly as I check my lipstick in the dark reflection of the ice machine. I step back onto the stage for my next set. The men gasp, their eyes glued to me. They think the heat they see radiating off me is for them. They think I am dancing harder, reaching closer, wanting them. But they are wrong.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
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