There's a man in the corner of the room, sitting in one of the strip clubs navy blue chairs. I can't quite grasp many of his features, but I can see his bright green eyes never leaving my body. I clasp at the pole and begin to climb it; once getting to the top I let go and let my upper body hang down. I find those eyes once more in the distance. I slide down the pole, and then my show is over. The DJ announces my name "Give it up for the Lady Blue, Gentlemen!" a few handfuls of dollar bills are thrown my way, in thanks I give the crowd a peak of my breasts and then giggle and blush. I turn to go towards the back of the stage but before leaving I blow the green eyed man a kiss. He stands up and walks out the front door.

"Blue, you did amazing out there!"  Cherie yells to me over the noise of the club, and the chatter of other girls getting ready for their performances. I sit down at my vanity, begin to wipe away the make-up, and take of the jewellery used for the show. I close my eyes and start to imagine the green eyed man, my legs begin to desire his mysterious touch, and my head begins to imagine the things he could do to me. I open my eyes to look at myself in the mirror and lick my lips. I grab my purse off the table, heading to go outside.

I stand in the alley way for a few moments to cool down.  The alley is dark; no-one has bothered to put in a new light bulb so there's not much one can see this late at night. I lean up against the wall, reach through by purse to grab a cigarette. Putting the cigarette between my fingers I prop my purse up on my knee to rustle through to find a lighter. After countless times of rummaging I give up and grunt.

"Need a light?" says a man's deep  voice from the other side of the alley, startled I respond "Who's asking?"  He walks over towards me and lights my cigarette. It's only when he gets close enough to me that I recognize those bright green eyes.  I take a drag of the cigarette "Thanks." he puts the lighter back in his pocket, and introduces himself "My names not important, what's yours?" I go to reply but he cuts me off "And no I don't mean your stage name." I give him a smile "It's Diandra."

"Diandra is a very unique name, I like it." I take another drag from my cigarette and drop it on the ground to stomp it out.  "So what did you think of the show? I noticed your eyes glaring at me all night so I must have done something right." he nods "Indeed you did many things right, but I believe a better question is why you're out here instead of getting ready for another performance?" I remember the aches my body felt when I imagined his touch, I sense myself getting warm against the cold air. I cross my legs to contain the urges "I needed to clear my head, I couldn't think straight." those bright green eyes stare into my soul. I start to worry if he can sense my temptations.  Instead he simply asks "Well let me help you with that."

I get closer to him; I put my hand on his side and begin to slide it down across his leg. He looks me straight in the eyes; I see a smirk grow across his face. When I begin to feel something else grow, I crouch down onto my knees. Looking back up into those green eyes, my body's excitement overwrites the pain of the gravel beneath my knees. Smiling while unzipping his jeans I bring them down to his thighs. I grab his large erect penis in my small hands and put it into my mouth; he gives a slight moan of pleasure. He then puts his large hand into my hair. I go deeper and deeper; he tightens his grip around my hair and begins to push my head faster towards him. It becomes harder to breathe with the intensity of his push along with the size of his penis overwhelming my small mouth. The saliva in my mouth begins to cascade out onto his penis and in the silence of the cold night I can hear it drip onto the ground. 

He pulls me off his penis, and jerks me up to my tippy toes still tightly gripping me by my hair. "I realized I didn't pay you for the show." He twirls me around so I'm now facing the stone wall; my body is then pushed up against the wall. He restrains my body by pinning me to the wall and rips my mini-skirt down to the ground. My legs are then pushed away from each other, he brings my right leg up and stops pinning me to the wall for only enough time to put himself in me. Still soaked by my saliva it slides right in, and oh does it please me so. He thrusts into me with a grunt to go with it. I begin to moan when he asks "Does it feel good slut?" To occupied by the intense pleasure to answer I only give him an "Mm-hmm" he pushes me harder into the wall "A slut should always answer a man." I open my mouth to speak "Yes, yes it feels so good!"  He thrusts into me once again but harder this time, his penis threatening to penetrate a hole through my stomach.

After a long while, I'm sure I had woken the whole neighbourhood with my yells of pleasure but I didn't care because it only made him go harder and faster. He rams himself in deeper than ever before. The pulsating sensation of his climax excites me and I sense the warmth of his semen. It fills me to the point of bursting and spills down my legs. "What a good little slut you are." he says to me while pulling out. His grip begins to loosen and I fall back to my knees. I hear the zipping of his pants when a few bills are thrown in front of me. I pick them and myself up; turn myself around to find the mysterious man has disappeared. I put my skirt back on, and open the door to the club to go back in when I hear Cherie call for me "Blue! You're going to be late for your next show C'mon!"  I look behind me to see if the man is there, but instead all I see is his lighter among the darkness of the alley way.

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Littlebirdhouse - 2/6/2015