The sultry dance seems to just keep escalating, Roman's hands clenching into the velvet as he tries to compose himself. God, it's almost like Moxx is purposely targeting, gyrating his hips in Roman's direction.
It's so fucking inviting, the image of those strong, powerful thighs parting as he grinds his ass against the pole. Roman can feel himself basically drooling and Seth chances a glance at his friend and grins. Jack-fucking-pot.
Dean bends at his deliciously small waist seamlessly, one knee wrapping around the base of the pole and using his free hands to propel himself, spinning loosely on the pole with just his bent knee to support him. Its athletic eroticism at its finest and the patrons of the bar all seem to agree as more hoots and hollers seem to fill up the place. All Roman can think about is grabbing those knees and hoisting them up, burying in face in this man's ass and licking for all he's worth.
God, he has to unbutton his dress shirt now, especially since Moxx as starting crawling to the front of the stage, away from the pole and bowing his back nice and deep. It accents that slight waist of his even more, the loose length of chain dragging against the floor as the stripper seems to be panting. Moxx has a nice, round ass that's got just enough jiggle, just enough give to bounce as he crawls. His body is made to be adored and shown off to the eyes of the masses. It's just that fucking beautiful.
Roman had no idea until now that some of the stage dancers would make it to the floor during their performances. But he's pretty sure his dick is mere seconds from ripping through the front of his dress pants when the beat of the song picks up, the bass thumping harder as Moxx slides himself off the stage. He grinds his ass against the corner off it, the plump muscle of it sitting on it for a moment before he stares directly at Roman.
His tongue lulls out then, long and wet and seems to accompany the dog collar almost too well. Fuck, Roman wants to do anything to mingle his own tongue between those sweet little pink lips. He becomes lost in imaging what they taste like he almost jumps when a large platform boot slams down on the table in front of them. Seth's clapping and hooting registers somewhere in the back of mine, but know that those long legs are close enough, he registers those pale thighs are covered in very thin and partially torn fishnet.
"Hey there, big dog…" Smokey sex and a hard rasp. Just like he imagined. There's a smirk there before he slides in closer, standing completely on the table before bending at his waist again, his ass effectively in Roman's face.
His nails honest to god rip through the velvet covering of the plush bench because there's a strict 'no touch talent unless they're putting themselves on you' and Dean hasn't made contact and Roman is pretty sure his brain has short-circuited. Want. Want. Need.
So close, that amazing ass rolling mere inches from his face before Dean windmills his legs around, spread wide and far and Jesus Christ, he didn't even know people could bend that way. The view is just as goddamn sweet, Dean's fat dick obvious through the skimpy layer of his shorts and panty hose and oh fuck, it looks like he's wearing panties or something else underneath.
"G-God…"
"You can just call me Moxx." He chirps back through the thumping baseline, before effortlessly sliding his arms behind him, using his palms to push himself off of the table and right into Roman's lap. "You like that, big man, huh?" There's sparkling little flecks of blue and white in his dark black eyeshadow that just sits so damn well with those mischievous eyes.
"I-I…" Roman can't speak, he really can't and he hates that he's fucking up so bad, but who wouldn't when such a fine specimen that smells vaguely of cherries and the sweetest musk is right in their lap, grinding their ass against his erection. "…oh fucking Christ…"
Moxx chuckles then long tongue flicking out to wet at his lip gloss, wide blue eyes fluttering at him hotly before he effortlessly throws a leg over Roman's shoulder. "Seem pretty stiff, sweetheart, in more ways than one…" It's a singsong of a statement and said so intimately that Roman's head spines. Moxx manages to spend himself even further, leaning in close to his ear. "….'s alright, big man…you can touch a little, I won't tell."
That's all the permission the businessman needs, grabbing his hands greedily at his waist and shamelessly moans out when he realizes just a couple more inches and his hands would completely encompass Moxx's entire waist. It makes his head spine and he'd love to just rest there for a moment, but he's greedy and wants to touch more. The stripper moans against him, especially as he slides his large hands down, palming hungrily at his ass. "Fuck, baby boy…what I wouldn't give to split you open on my dick." He finally seems to find his voice and Moxx makes a small, needy noise at that, before using his other leg to push his crotch against Roman's face.
The Samoan can't help it as his tongue flicks out, one quick swipe to take in the intoxicating scent and sweat and fuck. God, he tastes so goddamn good and he's moments away from just ripping those shorts off and going to town.
"Oh fuck…" He hears the sexy minx gasp out, pushing his dick farther against Roman's face and damn near riding his head, seemingly forgetting for a moment that he was in the middle of working.
But much to his displeasure, the music seems to be reaching its climax and Moxx abruptly pulls away. He slides off of Roman's lap, but not without giving him a small little grind and standing back on the small table.
Seth his staring up at him, wide-eyed as hell and impossibly turned on as he finishes his routine, ripping off the sorry excuse for jeans at the beat of the song drops to reveal what Roman suspected. A thin, almost sheer pair of panties.
The crowd erupts loudly, before Moxx turns again to make eye contact, throwing the shorts right into Roman's lap. He quickly fumbles then, but manages to take out a wad of money, well over 5k and shoves it into the performer's grasp. Moxx stares for a moment, almost confused before he gives him a little wink. And just like that, the most gorgeous creature Roman has seen is whisked away, leaving him achingly hard and with the sexiest piece of clothing to ever grace his grasp.
"Holy shit, Ro that was…something else." Seth smirks, before waving down Renee to get Roman another glass of wine. "Never seen a routine quite like that before."
"I want him."
"Hell, I'm pretty sure everyone in the club did."
"No, Seth…" Roman growls, shamelessly taking the shorts and pressing them against his face, taking a deep whiff. Seth is rather glad that the lap dancers have returned, some new faces filtering in to distract the other patrons from his friend's bizarre behavior. "…I want him." A deep, almost demonic timbre and as Renee comes back with a glass of wine Seth has to ask her.
"Can my friend over here get a private dance from Moxx?" He gestures over to Roman who he is pretty damn sure is vibrating at this point, palming himself shamelessly. They'll definitely have to go by another club and pick someone up for Roman to pound into because a classy establishment like this isn't a cover for prostitution. Regardless, Seth wants his buddy to at least enjoy himself a little longer with this Moxx guy.
Renee shakes her head then, looking rather remorseful. "I'm sorry, it's not in Moxx's contract to give private dances." She shrugs her shoulders then, giving Roman a sympathetic smile. "We have a lot of others…"
"I don't want anyone else. Ask him." It's a near violent grumble as Roman downs his second glass of wine in two greedy gulps. Over a year of sexual repression bubbling over and even a longer time of an unsatisfied sex life with a cheating wife seems to toppling down.
"Please, thanks." Seth tips Renee an extra $100 as the hostess disappears to the back with a nod. "Relax, Ro…even if you do get a private dance, we don't want you scaring Moxx away."
"I just…fuck, Seth…I need him."
"I know big guy, I know…just gotta wait and see what Renee says." He pats his friend's jiggling knee then, praying Renee can reason with the performer.