The sweat hung in the air like mist and was clinging to her skin wherever it was exposed. Swinging her body round she writhed up and down, rubbing her body against the chrome and flicking her hair as she snapped her head back and angled her body for her next move. Her lean body moving easily as her muscles tensed and pulled as she climbed up to lean back and allow the captivated audience a glimpse of her breast as she pulled herself up and dropped to the floor gracefully. As the song ended she was given a list of private dance requests, flicking through she prioritised based on how much they were paying and if they were regulars. From the moment she joined she always said she will never do anything but topless, at first they were apprehensive but she was so captivating she was never short of requests.
Quickly she popped to her dressing table and checked her make-up - applying a bit of powder and lipstick and changing into a deep purple neglige and thong before slipping her heels back on and making her way to the VIP room first. Pushing the door open there sat a fat, middle-aged man in a grey suit, greying hair combed over to hide the bald patch and sweat patches emerging from under his armpits. She took a deep breath and sauntered into to luscious circular red room. Mirrors circled the room and drapes hung from the ceiling,the centrepiece was the small circular stage which featured a gold covered pole. As she took to the stage she blocked out the the muffled groans from the sweaty man in the corner, instead choosing to imagine it was anyone else. She circled the pole before dropping to her knees and slowly bringing her neglige over her head so her breasts were swinging feely with her movements. Simulating sex she started to gently bounce on her knees, looking him in the eye as she gently took her breasts in her hands, fondling them before rolling onto her back and allowing her long hair to drape off the edge and bringing her legs up the pole, crossing her ankles and showing off her long legs, just waiting for the song to be over.
That was the part of the job she hated. Being on stage you can block out the individuals - the fat businessmen with wives at home, the scrawny teenagers saving up their money to get a glimpse of a naked woman, the old perverts either too decrepit or too numb to it all to even get turned on - she liked the stage, the lights, the freedom and the idea of entrancing that many people at once. At that moment you feel like a goddess, and the ones with money treat you like one. She'd been showered with gifts from admirers - so different to home where she was practically invincible to the opposite sex. As she took her money and moved to the second room she glanced at the clock, she only had 30 minutes before she needed to be back on stage, better make these quick.
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"Pakkun you sure this is the right place. It's a strip club, I hardly think Hinata's going to be in here..." They were stood outside the great white building in the rain, the huge neon sign lighting up the entire street.
"I'm telling you this is where her scent leads. Its difficult around here though, there's so many new smells it could be anything-" a clap of thunder interrupted him and the heavens opened even more, Kakashi's silver hair hair plastered to his head. In trying to blend in over the last week he'd completely changed his outfit to a simple white tank top which showed off his large toned arms, a pair of low slung jeans And in place of his headband a bandana covered his eye. He felt ridiculous but soon changed his mind as he noticed how many stolen glances he got as he walked along the streets. He'd been to shops and bars looking for her - mainly bars - and each time he'd noticed how different the women here where. So much skin on show everywhere he looked, he'd not even needed his books since getting here, his mind filled with images of scantily clad girls walking the streets every time he went to sleep.
"Maybe this isn't a good idea..." He said shifting his weight trying to get the images out of his head "it's a strip club. She won't be here!" The rain continued to hammer down as lightning flashed across the sky. "Ok, I'll go in just to warm up and ask around - just in case. I'll contact you if I need you." Pakkun nodded and vanished with a puff and Kakashi paid the entrance fee and walked into the vast darkened room. Music pumped from every corner as the centre stage was lit up with sumptuous pinks, purples and reds to set the mood. The blonde on the stage currently was putting on a good show grinding herself against the pole, breasts barely contained by the pink bikini top she was was wearing. He felt his jeans twitch in response, so decided to give in, found a booth and ordered a drink. He'd been on the road close to a month now and the realisation that it was now close to two months he'd been without any action hit him. "I think I deserve this" he said reclining into the plush cushions of his booth and resting his hand in the waistband of his jeans.
By the time the blonde had finished his jeans were straining as he shifted again trying to regain some control over his lively member. He heard the PA announce the next act 'here we have the lovely Kiyomi' and as her music started he was entranced by the girl on stage. Her black heels accentuated perfectly toned legs, her ass pert and round, toned abs and breasts contained by a lace halter bra And black leather hot pants. She circled the pole slowly, taking measured steps and swinging her hips with every pace. Launching into a spin she gracefully landed on the floor before rolling onto her back and hanging her black hair over the edge before slowly running her hands over her arms, then her stomach then her breasts... This girl had him entranced, before he knew he was doing his hand slid further into his jeans. Feeling the top of his rigid cock he caught his breath, glancing around he realised it was too dark in the crowd for anyone to see him, so he slid down in his chair until he was practically laying, but made sure he had a good enough view of the stage, then he allowed himself to stroke his entire length before taking hold and gently working his rock hard shaft. His jeans becoming too much of a hinderance now he undid them so he was exposed, the moist air hitting his cock made him gasp again, still staring at the girl on stage. As she continued to twirl round the pole he imagined it was his cock, seeing her bouncing in it, grabbing her hips and forcing her down faster, harder. She cries out in pleasure and claws at his chest. She moves faster and faster... Pumping furiously he comes hard on his top, not even thinking to pull it up. Then suddenly not knowing if the music had drowned him out felt a bit sheepish and quickly did up his jeans and grabbed the napkin from his drink to wipe his top down. 'Hmm, White was a lucky choice...' He thought as he discarded the napkin on the table and took a gulp of his drink. Once he was sure no-one had witnessed his own show he relaxed and was watching just in time to see the end if his mystery girls' dance. As she stood and took a quick bow he sat up in his chair and felt the colour drain from his face. Those eyes, that hair... That was Hinata.