Chapter 3: We meet once again
# Alessandro
I am Alessandro Denaro, the heir to the Cosa Nostra mafia. I am ruthless and feared by many in our world. It is not an easy task to be the heir of a mafia ring, but outside our world I am just a gentleman.
Now I am on my way to the gym for an appointment with my private tutor. Well, I had all this plan out just the way I want it 'a secret I don't want to reveal yet'.
I pull a string here and there to gather information, and I am satisfied with what I got.
I went into the building and met the secretary, who directed me to the office and I went. I got there and knocked, and I was asked to come in. I looked at the woman in front of her, and she was just like I remember her, but I don't know if she recognizes me. It was at the club and there was little light to see, so she probably didn't recognize my face, but she has been the source of my imagination ever since 'now the secret is out'.
I walked into the office and the boss told me to sit down and Alexis looked sideways at me, and she recognized me from the look on her face.
Alexis
That fateful night, I was out of money and I needed money fast, and I don't usually do a private stripping show, but I was told by my boss that someone had booked me, due to the fact that I needed money for my rent. I accepted the offer, and I was given the room number on getting inside. It was dark except for a dim light. I remember how it went....
I enter into the room and took off my jacket. Soft music was being played. I went to the pole and started swaying my hips. I was only in lingerie.
I had not done this before, so I found it challenging, even with the room barely lit. I could make out the outline of the man in front of me.
Luckily for me, he didn't seem to mind me closing my eyes as I swayed in tune to the music. He was too focused on the rest of my body, watching me reveal inch by inch of skin. I'm gliding now, feeling the music deep in my bones. A smile fights its way onto my face but is quickly erased when I open my eyes and see him leering. It is not like it is something unusual for strippers.
F*ck, I don't want to do this, but I need the money. It's humiliating, onstage you have the option of wearing a mask and here he is looking at me and watching me. Like I'm dessert being served to him on a silver platter ,maybe I actually am served to him because he paid his money. I nearly stumble again but catch myself just in time, spinning.
But I'm not done yet, and the hardest part is only just coming up.
I still have to take my top off.
I let my hands wander over the bare expanse of my belly. I moved slowly toward my pussy and hooked my hand just inside my thong and let it hang there,
That was when the man started to talk.
Strip for me, show me your pussy licking his lips as his eyes do what he just told me and his chest was rising and falling. "Show me the damn goods!"
I bit my lower lip, forcing myself not to reply. Instead of giving him the satisfaction of my answer, I peeled my top off slowly from my body and fondled my nipple, feeling his hungry eyes on my naked skin. I pinched my nipple to make it more erect, and I saw him fondle his cock from his pants. I could tell by the outline that it was huge, and I relaxed that since he was enjoying himself, I could also enjoy myself.
I'm not grossed out anymore because now I'm imagining the man. I imagined me taking out his cock and sucking it and his cock throbbed in my mouth as I sucked him very hard and the way he spilled all his seed in my mouth was enough to get me all hot and bothered. Now, my hands glide over my body with ease. I want this, want him, and I can only hope he's watching from the shadows. I could barely make out his face in the dim light of the room light
Now I'm moving with a purpose, eager to show myself I can do this, I pinched my nipples between my fingers, feeling them harden and form stiff peaks that are desperate to feel his mouth on them.
God, I want him to f*ck me. The thought makes me drip, and I'm painfully aware of the wet spot forming on the front of my panties. I should be ashamed of myself and what I'm doing to make ends meet, but I'm past the point of caring. I'm too needy at the thought of his eyes and hands on me.
Imagining the salty-sweet taste of his cum is enough to get me moaning, and the man was eager for more now, hungrily watching and cheering me on as my body spins and bends in tune with the music. I'm really getting a feel for it now and starting to enjoy exposing myself this way.
I push my inhibitions to the side and allow my body to enjoy what I'm putting it through. The music is loud now, and the lights are still dim, and if I close my eyes, I can imagine the man watching me. I can almost feel him next to me, the phantom of his touch lingering on my skin as I touch myself for his pleasure. I tune out his appreciative groans and try to finish the song.
Under his predatory watchful gaze. He loves this, devouring me with his eyes. He even got his crotch out at this stage, which should really be embarrassing, but it doesn't. All I can think about right now is this man in front of me. His dark hair and eyes, his muscular figure… and most of all, the way his eyes makes me feel all desperate and needy for more of his touch.
More moans rip themselves from my lips. F*ck, I'm getting close to an orgasm even though I've barely touched my pussy. I could have come here and now just thinking about this man putting his hands on me, something I haven't done before.
I know it is about time I finished my dance, but I'm almost dreading finishing my dance. There's a freedom I've found when stripping which is unlike anything I've ever known before. Something compels me to tug on the minuscule panties' thong I'm wearing. I pull them up first, allowing my pussy to eat at the fabric of them, the cotton slick and wet against me, exposing every fold and crevice, and I shift my thong to the side and run my hand through my found fold. The man in front of me roars with pleasure, but I merely smile demurely and continue to tease him.
But then the song ends, and I know it's over. I pull my panties down just enough to expose my right ass cheek, blowing a kiss on the man before disappearing through the door.
Alessandro pov at the club…
Something about that girl makes me go insane. And it's not just her body and her pretty face, those eyes finally exposed without the glasses and shining brightly as her body twirls in front of me.
She looks so hot. Her body is perfect, and she looks like a natural. She can really dance. My cock wants her. No, my cock throbs and demands her slipping into her fold, my mind swimming with thoughts of ripping those tiny panties off her body and filling her up to the very brim with my thick, throbbing shaft. I want to go inside her and come on her skin, and claim every hole. The thought is almost too much to handle, so I force myself to push it off my mind. I can't risk getting even harder. So I won't have to go after her and take her right there.
How the hell did this happen? How did she manage to get under my skin so goddamn fast? I never let this happen to me. If I'm infatuated by a woman, and it hasn't happened in a long time, and certainly not like this.
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