Denton held out till she came twice, and then he moaned and she felt his hot juice spurting into her, dripping down her legs. She jerked away from him, his limp prick popping from her cunt.
"Get me a towel," she said coldly. "I don't want to ruin my costume."
He fetched a towel. He was like a dog in his subjection to her. Brenda cleaned herself off and left the office, Denton staring longingly after her.
Her dance was a big success. Brenda thought that was funny, since she'd never danced professionally before. The band played hard rock music, and all she did was shake her body, showing off her huge swelling tits and her shapely little ass. The customers stared at her hungrily, applauded wildly.
She wondered which one was Sid Taggert, Denton's best customer. As she danced, she looked around the crowd of flushed leering faces. Toward the back of the room, sitting, alone at a large table, she saw one man who wasn't leering. He looked appreciative but cool.
He was about fifty, lean and tanned, expensively dressed. Even from the stage she could see the rings glittering on his fingers. He sipped a martini and followed her writhing body with his cool brown eyes. Somehow that look turned her on wildly.
"Shake it, baby," somebody said, some loud leering drunk in the audience.
"Take it off," somebody else said.
The crowd had to be pleased, so Brenda grinned wickedly and leaned far forward, briefly showing her large brown nipples. There was shouting and applause. She straightened up again and went on with her dance. It gave her a strange feeling of power to know that she could have any man in the room. She could have fucked them right on stage.
She didn't want just any man, though. She wanted that cool silver-haired guy in the back. He was better than all those drooling panting slobs in the audience.
When her dance was finished, she went behind the bar and poured herself a stiff drink. Usually she didn't drink on the job, but tonight she wanted to blot out everything, lose herself in the pleasure to come.
Louis the bartender winked at her. "Baby, that was some performance," he said. "You really turned me on – me and everybody else."
"Thanks," said Brenda. "Listen, who's that guy in the back, the one with the rings?"
Louis looked. "That's Sid Taggert," he said. "He's got so much money, he papers his walls with it. Why? Does he interest you?"
"He interests me," Brenda said.
"I can set you up with him," Louis said, "get him to ask you over for a drink."
"Never mind," said Brenda. "Denton will take care of it."
She went back and danced a few times more, till the crowd started to thin out. She felt like she was dancing for Taggert alone. He never took his eyes off her, but he didn't lose his cool, either. Finally it was closing time and Brenda saw Denton approaching her. He looked gleeful.
"Sid wants to meet you," he said. "Come on, I've prepared a special room."
He took her upstairs to a room she hadn't seen before. There was nothing in it but a king-size bed. They'd hardly arrived before the door opened and Sid Taggert walked in. Brenda felt sudden heat and wetness in the crotch of her panties. She didn't know just why, but this guy really aroused her.
"Sid, this is Brenda," Denton said. "She's agreed to, uh, meet you."
"Fine," said Sid. His manner was poised, smooth. "Take off your clothes, Brenda," he said.
She obeyed at once. Sid's eyes enveloped her, and he nodded appreciatively when she took off her bra and revealed her huge swelling breasts. He nodded again when she removed her panties and exposed the neat dark bush of her crotch. He didn't touch her, though. He sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at Denton.
"Ball her," he said.
Brenda looked astonished. She didn't understand. She'd thought Denton would leave them alone and that Sid would be, making love to her. What was happening?
Denton led her to the bed and said in a low voice, "Go along with it. He has a special way of doing things."
Brenda didn't like it. She'd really wanted to ball Sid. She cooperated, though. It would be unprofessional to object. Denton quickly undressed, but his cock was limp.
She had to save the situation. As Denton climbed onto the bed, she pushed him over onto his back and knelt beside him. She picked up his limp rosy prick and stuffed it into her mouth. She looked up. Sid was watching intently. He smiled slightly, and she figured he was pleased.
She began to suck loudly, wetly, on Denton's doughy soft prick. Denton gasped, sighed, and got flushed in the face. Thank God, he was going to respond. She sucked harder, stretching his flaccid dick like elastic, doing everything she could to arouse him. She kept sneaking looks at Sid. His smile was getting broader.