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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. Not quite touching where I needed him, but close enough to make me squeeze my legs together.

“Six months I’ve watched you,” he said, eyes locked on mine. “You know how many nights I went home hard as fuck because of you?”

I bit my lip and smiled. “Tell me. I want details.”

He chuckled darkly. “Every Friday I sit right here. You climb that pole and I imagine it’s my cock you’re sliding down on. When you spread your legs on stage, I picture burying my face between them until you scream.”

Heat rushed between my legs. I shifted, letting the robe fall open a little more. “You’re dirty when you talk. I like that.”

His fingers traced small circles on my thigh. “You’ve been teasing me for months, Jade. Shaking that perfect ass, looking at me while you touch yourself on stage. You knew what you were doing.”

“Maybe I did.” I leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “Maybe I got wet knowing you were watching. Maybe I went home some nights and fingered myself thinking about your hands on me.”

Wayne groaned softly. His grip tightened. “Fuck, Jade. You can’t say shit like that and expect me to behave.”

“Who said I want you to behave?” I placed my hand on his chest, feeling his heart pounding. “Club’s got one week left. Rules are stupid anyway.”

He turned his head and our lips were inches apart. I could smell his cologne, feel his warm breath. “Then why’d you run back to the stage earlier instead of coming with me?”

“Because I like making you wait.” I smiled playfully and dragged my nails down his chest. “I like knowing you’re sitting here aching for me. Makes me feel powerful.”

His hand slid higher, fingertips brushing the edge of my thong. “You’re soaked, aren’t you?”

I gasped as he pressed one finger against the damp fabric. “Maybe. Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

He rubbed me slowly through the thin material, eyes never leaving my face. “I want to. Right here. But you’d probably like that too much.”

I moaned softly, hips rolling against his hand. “You’re such a tease, Wayne.”

“Me?” He laughed, low and sexy. “You’re the one who’s been dancing half-naked in front of me for half a year. Payback’s fair.”

I grabbed his wrist, holding his hand right where it was. “Then payback harder. Tell me what else you think about when you watch me.”

He leaned closer, lips grazing my neck. “I think about sucking on these pretty tits while I finger you. I think about bending you over that stage after everyone leaves and fucking you until your legs shake.”

My nipples hardened against the robe. I pressed my chest against his arm. “Keep talking like that and I might break my rule tonight.”

“Good,” he growled. “Because I’m done watching from the sidelines.”

The lights in the club dimmed further. Only a few girls were still working. One of the bouncers nodded at me as he passed… he knew I could handle myself.

I stood up and took Wayne’s hand. “Come on. Private corner. I want you to watch me up close.”

He followed me to one of the semi-private booths near the back, the ones with low lights and deep couches. I pushed him down onto the seat and stepped between his spread legs.

“Eyes on me,” I whispered.

I let the robe slip off my shoulders, revealing the tiny black lingerie set underneath. Then I started moving. Slow. Sensual. Rolling my hips, running my hands over my body the way I do on stage, but this time it was only for him.

“Like what you see?” I asked, turning around and bending over, ass inches from his face.

“Fuck yes.” His hands gripped my cheeks, squeezing. “This ass has been driving me crazy.”

I backed up until I was practically sitting on his lap, grinding against the hard bulge in his pants. “Feel that? That’s what you do to me every time you stare.”

Wayne groaned and pulled me down harder, thrusting up against me. “Take the top off, Jade. Let me see those tits.”

I turned to face him, straddling his lap. “Say please.”

His eyes darkened with lust. “Please, baby. Show me.”

I reached back and unhooked the tiny bra, letting it fall. My breasts spilled out, nipples tight and begging for attention. Wayne’s hands were on them instantly, cupping, squeezing, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks.

“Beautiful,” he muttered. “Fucking perfect.”

I moaned as he leaned in and sucked one nipple into his mouth. The wet heat made my pussy clench. “Yes… just like that.”

He switched to the other breast, licking and nibbling while his hands roamed my back and ass. I rocked against him, feeling his cock straining against his pants.

“Wayne…” I breathed, fingers in his hair. “You’re so hard.”

“Because of you.” He pulled back, lips shiny, eyes wild. “I’ve been hard since you crawled across the stage earlier. Want to feel?”

I reached down and stroked him through his pants. Thick. Long. Pulsing under my palm. “Damn. You’re big.”

He hissed in pleasure. “Keep touching me like that and I won’t be responsible for what happens.”

I squeezed him gently, stroking up and down. “What’s gonna happen, huh? You gonna pull me into the bathroom and fuck me against the wall?”

His hands tightened on my ass. “Don’t tempt me. I’m trying to be good tonight.”

I laughed softly and kissed his neck, biting lightly. “Good boys don’t come to strip clubs and grope the dancers.”

“I stopped being good the moment you sat on my lap.” He pulled me in for a kiss — deep, hungry, tongues sliding against each other. I melted into it, grinding faster on his cock.

When we broke apart, both of us breathing hard, I whispered, “I want you so bad right now.”

“Then stay after closing,” he said, voice rough. “Let me take you somewhere. Or hell, let me have you right here after they lock the doors.”

I moaned as he sucked on my nipple again. The temptation was so strong. My body was screaming for him. But something in me wanted to drag this out, make it burn hotter.

I pulled back, chest heaving. “Not tonight. Tomorrow. Come early. I’ll give you a private show before the club opens.”

Wayne’s eyes flashed with frustration and desire. “You’re killing me, Jade.”

I leaned in and bit his bottom lip. “Good. I want you thinking about me all night. I want you stroking that big cock thinking about my pussy.”

He groaned loudly. “You’re filthy.”

“Only when I like someone.” I climbed off his lap slowly, making sure to drag my body against him. I picked up my robe and slipped it on, leaving it open in front.

He adjusted himself, breathing hard. “Tomorrow then. What time?”

“Six. Before the doors open.” I blew him a kiss. “Don’t be late. And Wayne?”

“Yeah?”

I smiled wickedly. “Wear something easy to take off.”

He stood up, towering over me, and pulled me in for one last rough kiss. His hand slipped between my legs, rubbing my soaked thong. “This better be dripping for me tomorrow.”

“It will be,” I whispered against his lips.

He stepped back. “One more night of watching. Then I’m taking what we both want.”

I watched him walk out, my body throbbing, and my heart racing.