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.“You’re shy.I think that’s cute.” He continued to play with my hair and ran a finger down the opening of my shirt.His nail combed through my chest hair.“Is there another dancer you like better?” he asked.He pointed to Carlos.“He’s very hot.Tight butt, big penis.”On stage, Carlos’s shorts were off and the yellow jock was working its way down his hips.His ass shone in the spotlight.I wanted to look at Giovanni, but wanted to see what was underneath that pouch.Giovanni laughed as he watched me struggle.“Enjoy him on stage and enjoy me upstairs.”I took a big sip of Coke and almost choked as Carlos’s cock sprang free from the jock.Giovanni slapped me on the back as the ten inches waved at me from the stage.“I need a little more time,” I said between coughs and Coke.Giovanni made a signal to the bartender and spun his arm in a circle in the air.The bartender picked up the microphone and announced, “The Legendary Giovanni is next.” Giovanni turned and kissed me on the forehead.“For luck,” he said.He dashed off toward the stage, but instead of ascending the stairs that Carlos was descending, he jumped up onto the stage in one graceful leap.He started to sway with the music and dance around the pole.His spine hugged the pole and he swung around and around, each time, his eyes focused on me.They seemed to hold me.My eyes never left him; he seemed to be dancing just for me.The crowded room shrank and all the patrons seemed to disappear.It was just the two of us and the music.He opened his belt and ran his hands down his chest and across his stomach, his fingertips dipping below the waistband of his jeans.His belt flapped as he moved his pelvis so that it slapped the pole.To the right and to the left, his hips gyrated, his eyes never leaving mine.How I could make eye contact and still absorb his body’s motion was beyond me.He did low knee bends and squats.My heart wished him to hurry and take off his clothes, but another part of me wanted this to last forever.The song ended and another one started.The button on his jeans opened and his flat abdomen was slowly exposed.The fan of hair grew darker and thicker.His belt acted like a large penis on stage, flopping one way and then the other, slapping the pole.My body tingled with the electricity in the room.My heart beat in time with the music.All the hair on my body stood straight up on end.His zipper slowly lowered, the denim giving release to the fleshy mound beneath.His erection rose from the V and sprang into life.His tight jeans worked their way down his legs and exposed his perfect body.He danced and swayed.My mouth watered as he moved.The music rose and he smiled at me.I smiled back.He cocked his head to the side, toward the back hallway and the upstairs rooms.He glowed with pleasure and excitement.“Do you want a private dance?” he asked me from across the room.Could I be reading his mind? Was I able to read his thoughts? My body swayed with the music.The beat grew and my palms went damp.I wiped them on my legs and smiled.“Come with me,” Giovanni called with his silent glance.“Come with me.” He danced and danced.The music climaxed to the last note.And I said, “Yes.”Applause broke the silence as Giovanni pulled up his pants and zipped them before the announcer could say a word.My legs stood and walked to meet him.He jumped off the stage and extended his arm in my direction.I ran to him.His hand reached for mine as the audience parted.Our fingers wove together as our palms touched.He pulled me to the hallway and up the stairs.The stairs rounded at the top, and we entered an area that looked like it was lined with dressing rooms.Giovanni grabbed a key, and we entered one.He motioned for me to sit on the bench and he stood with his hips at eye level.“What would you like me to do?” he asked as the Pointer Sisters’ “Dare Me” started.He opened his belt and unzipped his fly.He pushed his pants down to the tops of his boots and moved closer.I reached around him and cupped his ass.His cheeks fit perfectly into my hands, like they were made for each other.His buns were warm and tight, a fine down covered them as my fingers massaged the muscle and explored the crease.Despite his workout on stage, his skin was dry and soft [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]