Stripper

I meticulously drew my eyebrows, applied dreamy, shimmering eyeshadow,

lightly brushed on blush, and painted alluring red lips. I gently pursed my lips, then used a cotton pad to wipe away any excess lipstick. My makeup was finished in no time, and a sexy,

alluring woman appeared in the mirror. If I were a man, seeing this scantily clad woman in the mirror, I wouldn't be

able to resist either. In the dim light, I could still vaguely see a black bra and panties under the sheer fabric;

the tiny panties barely covered my buttocks and the prominent mound of my breasts. Looking in the mirror, I raised an eyebrow and smiled with

satisfaction . Looking at the clock, "Oh dear, it's almost eight o'clock! They paid a hefty price!" I hurriedly

grabbed a pinkish-purple long dress from the wardrobe, stuffed it into a paper bag, picked up my bag, slipped on my white stiletto

sandals (each at least eight centimeters high), locked the door behind me, and clattered downstairs.

It takes about an hour

to get from my place to the performance venue by bus . There are buses that pass by, and I like taking the bus because I enjoy the way the men and women on the bus always stare at my heavily made-up face, their eyes filled with suspicion and disdain. I love that

feeling of being ogled; otherwise, I wouldn't go to work, because I'm a… stripper!!!

When I came out in my pinkish-purple dress, the room was already

packed

voices. Everyone there was a man, ranging from ten to sixty years old. I stood next to a chair, only two steps from the front row, with a floor-standing karaoke machine behind me. My image appeared on the forty-inch screen.

Looking at myself in my long dress and t-shirt, holding a microphone, I realized there was a camera

filming me in the distance.

Actually, this wasn't some high-end hotel or karaoke bar; it was just a small town on the outskirts of the city

. The theater was a converted old local cinema, rented by the owner. The place was incredibly hot, and a strange smell filled

my brain; I was burning up…!! I knew I was performing the grand finale!! When the music

started, all the men in the audience fell silent, and the lyrics appeared on the screen. I started singing

and dancing like a pop star on TV. Slowly, the first song ended, but I didn't

take off my clothes. I waited for the atmosphere; I needed the atmosphere, the kind that would make me impulsive!! The men in the audience

shouted , "Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!" Others yelled, "If you don't take it off, we'll refund your money! We'll give you a refund!"

The crowd kept shouting.

My body grew increasingly hot, and I began to feel a surge of desire. Backstage, the boss had anxiously told me that

today's success depended entirely on me. The troupe had already lost a lot of money, and they'd paid a high price to hire me. To recoup the losses,

today's performance had to be spectacular, at least showing some skin. You see, while their previous performances had striptease

elements, they always wore bras and underwear at the end, just skirting the line. Their female dancers were adamant

about not showing in front of so many people, so they found me through a friend. The boss knew I had formal dance training, and more

importantly, I'd danced in high-end nightclubs. The funny thing was, the boss was still uneasy. His first question upon seeing me

was, "How can you be so beautiful?" He probably thought a woman as beautiful as me wouldn't dance this kind of dance.

But he was quite despicable; he'd laced my soda with a powerful aphrodisiac. Later I learned that this kind of drug could

turn a virgin into a harlot, but I was already a harlot! Giving a harlot this kind of drug... God! ... 　　When the song started again, I danced wildly to the beat. During the slower version, my eyes became seductive and wanton. My hand, not holding the microphone

, began gently caressing my breasts outside my shirt. That steamy scene appeared on the screen simultaneously. I loved this vibe; I could watch my own performance on the big screen! Oh!! I loved it! 　　The men in the audience erupted in cheers, their crotches bulging. My hand slowly slipped inside my shirt. Although no one could see my hand, it was obvious to everyone that I was caressing my breasts and nipples. 　　The chair! My stage was just an ordinary chair, umbrella-shaped at the apex. I wonder who designed it— maybe the boss? He was hiding in the corner, sweating profusely, watching me, worried my performance wouldn't be up to par. Ha, dear little boss, a slut with a powerful aphrodisiac—the performance begins…you won't believe me! 　　My lip movements while singing sounded like moans, and the people on the big screen were clearly enjoying themselves. Several audience members in the front row couldn't resist reaching out their hands. I didn't stop them, letting them grope around my thighs. An elderly man, over sixty years old, even reached his hand down to my vulva. Even through my skirt, I could feel the touch on my slit. The old man gently pressed his finger down onto my vulva. I couldn't help but let out a loud, lewd moan into the microphone , echoing throughout the venue. My vulva began to wet… 　　The sound caused a stir and excitement among the men in the audience! It wasn't time yet. I used the music's tempo and rhythm to sway my body, cleverly avoiding the hands. With my back to the audience, I slowly stood on a chair, slowly unzipped my long dress , and gently swayed my body. The dress slid down to my feet. I sang with my back to the audience. Three minutes later, the audience shouted, "Take it off! Take it off!" Others yelled, "Turn around! Turn around!" The music suddenly changed, the rhythm quickened. I didn't hesitate, nor did I need to. I turned around and jumped up quickly. As I jumped, my breasts were almost bursting out of my bra. The men in the audience started breathing rapidly. I loved that rapid breathing sound! 　　I grabbed the right strap and pulled it down with the beat. Then, with another turn, the left strap slid down as well. Everyone stared wide-eyed, anticipating the unveiling of my treasures. Unfortunately, I didn't take off my bra before the song ended. Although I was impulsive, a slut struggling with a powerful aphrodisiac, I was a professional stripper. I knew when to do what. 　　The men present were all aroused, their attention focused on the two points I had concealed with my hands. Soft music resumed, and I slowly loosened the front clasp of my bra, revealing my full, firm breasts. The two pink nipples were enough to make anyone's heart flutter. I leaned back, raising my hands above my head, immediately exposing my two large, plump, round breasts to these men! Freed from their restraints, they seemed eager to spring forth, trembling and erect in the air due to their heightened excitement. The small, pink nipples stood erect from the stimulation . The beautiful, slightly red areolas accentuated the nipples, making them seem tempting to bite. As I slowly sat down to continue, the atmosphere became a little out of control. Because of the close proximity to the audience, two men with lewd appearances...

As I sat down, the two men, one on each side, grabbed my breasts and began kneading them mercilessly.

Their hands felt like smooth, white jade, and their four claws relentlessly ravaged my two

bouncy of flesh, pinching, grabbing, and pressing. One even sucked on one of my nipples, causing me to let out

one intoxicating moan after another. The microphone in their hands broadcast my lewd cries without reservation, and

chaos ensued. I was so overwhelmed by the pinching that I wanted to give up the performance! Then,

the boss's voice came through the earpiece, "Continue the performance, there's still time." Several security guards in black pushed

the two men away, and the performance continued…

Okay, I crossed my arms over my large breasts, wiggling my snow-white buttocks as I continued to sway

on the chair. My underwear flew out of my hands, causing another commotion. Now I stood naked on

the chair , all the spotlights shining on me. In front of all the men in the room, I held nothing back…

My long, slender legs were muscular and shapely, the glistening groin area swaying in the breeze, reflecting the light of dewdrops.

My smooth, hairless pubic area was clearly visible under the light, the mound in front resembling a large, white steamed bun

with a deep slit cut in the middle. The men in front stared in disbelief, while those behind, probably not

seeing clearly, yelled, “Why is there another pair of underwear? Not enough!” “No, this slut doesn’t have any hair,

where’s her big white cunt?” The men in the room rushed forward, even the security guards in black forgot their jobs and

stared blankly at me. I spread my legs, and look… the thin, red lips and taut labia, like a clam spitting

out , suddenly opened wide.

Not enough? Let's show you the most secret, beautiful, and ugly part of a woman. I spread my legs wide and slowly

squatted on the chair. In this position, the smooth, tender vulva was completely exposed. The two

pink and light brown labia were partially visible, but somewhat embarrassingly, due to the stimulation of the powerful aphrodisiac and my deliberate

display , my genitals had become erect, the labia thick and engorged with blood. Most shamefully, the nipple

was now swollen to the size of a grape, shamelessly peeking out from between the layers of labia.

The music grew louder, and I turned and leaned over the back of the chair, arching my snow-white, tender buttocks high.

Looking at myself on the big screen, I stretched my hands behind me, parting my buttocks to

expose my anus to everyone. As I thrust forward, my large buttocks swayed from side to side, deliberately contracting

my anus, making the surrounding wrinkles tremble as it moved. The labia below opened and closed slightly,

revealing a wet sheen. My two full, firm breasts bounced

up and down . An old man next to me watched, his heart pounding. Seeing my wide, fleshy

buttocks writhing, he slapped it hard. A loud "smack" echoed through the speakers

, and a bright red handprint appeared on my buttocks on the screen. "Ah..." I moaned lewdly... My two

pink labia, like wet flower petals, immediately blossomed with an alluring charm; my tender vulva

opened and closed abruptly, making soft, lewd "plop, plop" sounds...

Someone shouted, "The police are here..." Several security guards hurriedly shoved me into a car and rushed

me away this place of trouble that I had aroused, pitifully still immersed in lust with my bare buttocks exposed!

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