"Seth, you're up last tonight!" Tara yelled across the room, nodding to some of the other dancers before heading back out to the front. Seth frowned and glanced over at one of his friends, the redhead shrugging with one shoulder.
"Maybe someone saw you dance last week, requested you specially?" he suggested, turning back to the mirror to fluff his loose locks a little more. Seth shrugged, picking up the eyeliner and tracing his eyes, using the tip of a finger to smudge the black line a little.
"I wonder who that might be…" he mused, moving over to the wardrobe racks.
"And now, for our final dancer of the night! Our very own, PUPPY!" Seth sighed and rolled his eyes at the announcer. Justin always liked to be very flamboyant in his introductions. The curtains opened, and he crawled out, making the puppy tail attached to his butt plug sway enticingly. Wearing nothing more than puppy ears attached to a clear headband, and a silvery thong that glittered under the lights. Wrapping his hands around the pole he pulled himself up, locking one leg around the pole and rolling his hips, almost humping the metal. His eyes were flitting around the crowd, looking for the lucky guy who would receive the free lap dance at the end of his act, and coming up woefully short. He leant backwards, moaning softly and rubbing his hard dick against the cold metal pole, even as his eyes lit upon the small group of business men in the corner closest to the stage, Heath leaning over to pass them their drinks.
Seth danced his way off the stage, heading straight for the tall, heavily muscled brunette and straddling his lap, grinding against his lap and grinning in triumph as he felt the man's cock respond instantly. He groaned as he felt it rub insistently against his ass, heavily aware of how little there was between his ass and the thick dick. He rolled his hips, loving the guttural groan the movement pulled out of the brunette's lips before he rose and danced back to the stage, wiggling his ass before strutting back behind the curtain. As much as he might complain about the customers grabby hands, he did love the attention.
Yes folks, that was Roman he was grinding on.
