The manager of the club gave Cody a small tap on the rear, pushing him out onto the floor. His heart was pounding, each eye causing his mind to race. He quietly mouthed to himself you can do this, and convinced himself that all the sweat and hours he had put into his dance would be well worth it. He blocked out all the prying eyes and began his routine, the music drowning out the catcalls from the locals who'd come to see him strut his stuff. As he kept dancing, his posture changed from nervous stuttered movements to the flowing, flawless dance he had worked his well toned legs off for. Suddenly the embarrassing outfit became his power, and he worked harder to make sure all the audience got a good view of his well toned body, his lithe frame, his full, perky rump, and especially the cock cleavage showing off his well sized black member. Off in the crowd the manager gave a nod, and a grin, wishing he had gotten a better handful of that rump before Cody had left onstage.
On occasion, when Cody danced alone by himself for any upcoming routines, he would become intoxicated by the music and unable to hold in his pleasure. When this happened he took it as challenge and danced even harder. However, when this happened at the club, he would still feel a tinge of embarrassment as his cock would pop out of the 'uniform' and the audience would only get louder. But then again, that got him excited, too.
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