LOGINJadeThe final night at Club Velvet was different. The lights shone brighter, the music louder. My hands shook a little as I stepped onto the stage for the last time. The crowd was packed… people who’d heard the club was closing came out in force. But I only cared about one person.Wayne sat in his usual seat, front row, eyes locked on me like nothing else existed. No whiskey tonight. Just him, watching me, with jaw tight.I grabbed the pole, heart racing. My tiny gold bikini sparkled under the spotlight. “This one’s for you,” I mouthed at him before the music hit.I danced like the world was ending. Spinning, dropping low, arching my back so my tits nearly spilled out. Every move I made was for him. When I slid down the pole into a split, I looked straight at him and licked my lips.The crowd roared, but Wayne just stared, burning me up from across the stage.My set ended with me on my knees, crawling toward him like the first night, but this time there was no teasing smile. Just raw
JadeThe cab dropped me off outside a sleek apartment building downtown. My heart was already racing before I even knocked on Wayne’s door. I wore a short black coat over nothing but red lace lingerie and heels…exactly what I promised him.He opened the door wearing only black sweatpants that hung low on his hips. No shirt. Abs tight, that V-line disappearing under the waistband. His eyes raked over me like he wanted to devour me right there in the hallway.“Get in here,” he growled, grabbing my hand and pulling me inside.The second the door shut, he pushed me against it. “You wore the lace like I asked?”I smiled, playful. “Maybe. Why don’t you check?”Wayne’s hands moved fast. He untied the belt and shoved the coat open. His breath caught when he saw the red lace barely covering my tits and the tiny matching thong.“Fuck, Jade. You’re trying to kill me.” He dropped to his knees, yanked my thong to the side, and buried his face between my legs without warning.“Oh shit!” I gasped,
The club was empty except for the low sound of music from the speakers and the click of my heels on the stage. Six o’clock sharp. The doors were locked. Only the red and purple lights glowed, turning everything into something darker, hotter.I heard the side door open. I sucked in a breath. Fuck me he's here.Wayne stepped in, looking even taller in the dim light. Dark blue button-up shirt, sleeves rolled up, that same hungry stare that always made my thighs press together.“You’re early,” I said, leaning against the pole, one leg bent.“Couldn’t wait any longer.” His voice was already rough. He walked straight to the front row and dropped into the chair like he owned it. “Show me what you’ve been saving for me, Jade.”I smirked, and winked at him. “You paid for a private show, baby. You get whatever you want tonight.”I hit the button on the side table. The music started playing, slowly, heavy bass that vibrated through my body. I circled the pole once, eyes locked on his, then slid
The last song ended, and the lights dimmed, but my body was still buzzing. I could feel Wayne’s eyes on me even as I disappeared behind the curtain. My skin tingled where his hands had gripped my hips. My pussy was wet, aching from all that grinding and teasing. I changed into a sexy black robe that barely covered my ass and headed back out. Most customers had left, but he was still there. Sitting in the same spot, whiskey in hand, looking like a man who had made up his mind.I walked straight to him, hips rolling with every step. “You didn’t leave.”“Didn’t want to.” His voice was low, rough. He looked me up and down slowly, like he was undressing me with his eyes. “You gonna sit, or keep standing there torturing me?”I slid into the booth beside him this time, close enough that my bare thigh pressed against his. “Torturing you? Baby, I haven’t even started.”Wayne turned toward me. His hand landed on my knee, sliding up under the robe until his fingers rested high on my inner thigh
STORY 1: THE LAST DANCE ONE MORE SEXY DANCE🔥👠JadeMy skin glistened under the lights as I stepped onto the stage in my silver bikini, the tiny top barely covering my nipples. Club Velvet was loud tonight, bass thumping through my chest, men shouting, money flying. One week. That’s all we had left before this place shut its doors forever. I wasn’t planning to make it easy tonight.My eyes swept the room, same as always, until they locked on him. Wayne. Front row, same seat he’d claimed every Friday for six months. Dark button-up shirt, sleeves rolled up, showing off those strong forearms. He sat back like a king, one hand holding a glass of whiskey, the other resting on his thigh.Tonight his stare felt hungrier.I grabbed the pole, let my body slide down slowly, thighs parting just enough. The crowd whooped, but I kept my gaze on him. When I spun, hair whipping across my back, I heard his low chuckle cut through the noise. Yeah, he knew I was performing for him.Song one ended.







