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  Ebony maneuvers herself between Alyssa and me, pushing me to the side with her ample hips.

  "Ebony, this is my friend Alyssa," I say, pretending to nurse my side where she bumped me. "She was wondering if you would give her a private dance."

  Alyssa begins to panic. "Oh, no, I don't want that. I mean, I do, but I don't want you to...I would love for you to, but I don't do this sort of thing."

  Even in the dim light next to the stage, I could make out how flushed she is with embarrassment.

  "You never had a lap dance before, have you, sweetie?" Alyssa shakes her head. "It's ok, don't you be afraid, honey-chile. You just let sweet Ebony take care of everything."

  Ebony takes Alyssa by the hand and leads her to one of the large, private back rooms. There are benches with big cushions mounted around the room, and a large, round, cushioned seat in the middle of the room with a pole mounted in the center.

  This room could easily hold a number of dancers and their quarry, but it’s empty at the moment. Except for us. Ebony winks at me over Alyssa's shoulder as I slip in behind them.

  She leads Alyssa to the round cushion in the middle of the room, and turns to face her. "I've been watching you watch me while I was dancing."

  "I didn't mean to..."

  "Of course, you did. That is why I dance...for everyone to watch me. I like that you were watching me. I was watching you, too."

  Ebony, a true professional, starts dancing as the music for the next song comes on. She places Alyssa's hands on the cushion, next to her, and stands before her, slowly twisting and turning her body and hips to the music.

  Ebony puts her hands on her flat stomach, and takes her time moving them up her cocoa brown skin, tracing the outline of her full bra, up the sides of her neck and head. She stands against Alyssa, on the cushion, and grinds her hips into the latter in time with the music, hands running down Alyssa's head, and neck.

  She reaches behind Alyssa, and gently drags her nails along the open back of her dress, just hard enough to sting a little. Alyssa closes her eyes and lets out a silent moan of pleasure.

  Looking at the two of them, my cock becomes fully erect. I can't take my eyes off them, and this show is driving me wild.

  Ebony reaches behind her and unsnaps her bra and then lets it slide off to one side. She keeps her incredible tits covered with her other arm, as she tosses the bra next to Alyssa.

  She puts a stiletto-clad foot on either side of Alyssa, and reaches behind her to the pole mounted there. She uses it to pull herself up, her pussy right in front of Alyssa's panting mouth. Ebony gyrates her hips, teasing Alyssa, grazing the tip of her nose and lips.

  She lets herself down slowly until she is in front of Alyssa again. Then, she turns away and grinds her ass into Alyssa's pussy. Ebony lays her head on Alyssa's shoulder, and runs her hand down Alyssa’s body.

  Man or woman, Ebony knows how to give you what you want.

  She turns around, and this time, she straddles Alyssa, pumping her hips to the base of the music. Ebony's shoves her gorgeous tits in Alyssa's face, steadying herself with her arms around Alyssa's neck. Alyssa opens her eyes to see those beautiful brown tits, with chocolate-kissed nipples, and she can no longer keep her hands to herself.

  Ebony knows it so, she reaches down to Alyssa's arms and lifts them up and over her shoulders. Alyssa strokes Ebony's back with her fingers. Now, it is Ebony who lets out a little moan.

  Movement catches my eye, and I look up to see the other eleven members of the board coming into the room, each taking a spot around the perimeter. Alyssa doesn't notice them, her attention focused fully on the breasts that are being rubbed in her face.

  Ebony shifts her position, straddling one of Alyssa's legs, and putting one of hers against Alyssa's pussy. As she grinds, a leg stimulating the other's cunt, Ebony takes Alyssa's head with both hands, and brings it to her waiting mouth.

  Ebony kisses her, softly, slowly at first, and with each thrust of her hips, the kiss becomes deeper and more passionate. Alyssa wraps her arms around Ebony, thrusting back into her, the passion building within both of them.

  All eyes in the room are focused on them. All cocks in the room are pointing at them. Every man in the room wants to be inside Alyssa.

  Alyssa closes her eyes again and throws her head back, one hand grabbing Ebony by the hair, the other hand bracing herself on the cushion to add more force, grunts and moans as she and Ebony grind against each other. All I can think to myself is how I am falling in love with this woman.

  But Ebony knows her job too well. It is not hers to provide release. It is hers to stimulate and titillate. And she is very effective at what she does.

  The song ends. Ebony untangles herself from Alyssa, kissing her gently. Alyssa, still breathing heavy, sits with her eyes closed, trying to regain some composure as her hands slowly travels the length of her inner thighs.

  Ebony stands up, puts her bra back on, and walks over to me. "I'll just add the dance and the room to your tab." She kisses me, and I can taste Alyssa on her lips, as she playfully grabs my cock, sliding her hand along the shaft, through my pants. "You boys have fun." And with that, she walks out of the private area.

  Alyssa, having finally caught her breathe, says, "I think I need another drink, Theo." She opens her eyes, and for the first time, sees that all twelve of us are there. She realizes that all twelve of us had been watching her.

  Chapter 11

  Alyssa

  I don’t really know what to expect from my suitors at this point. The dancer that was just on me has left the room, so we’re all in here by ourselves. Why would they want to be in here where the little stage is empty and there’s no dancer?

  And why am I even here with them? They really didn’t have to buy me a lap dance; I’ve never really had any interest in women from a sexual perspective. Ugh. I suppose I’m am just having a hard time figuring them out.

  As I mumble about how I should just relax and enjoy my damn self , Nico pipes up.

  “Hey Alyssa, have you ever wanted to dance?”

  My stomach turns. I’ve never had the gall or the desire, but I swallow that thought and courageously respond.

  “I’ve never really thought about it,” I say coyly. “I just might try today.”

  I roll my shoulders back and puff my chest out as the men stare at me. I cross my legs and lace my fingers over my knee as I give them all a sultry gaze, somewhat emboldened by the alcohol. They’re practically salivating, and I fucking love it.

  “Oh yeah?” exclaims Tristan. “Let us be your critics, then.”

  I place my fingers on the arms of my chair and gracefully lift myself up. I walk past the group, swaying my hips hard with each step, letting them see the curves of my ass up close as I make my way to the stage.

  My heart beats faster with each step. Before I know it, I’m already on stage, and my hand caressing the pole. A new song starts as I take off my boots and socks, and I do my best to just lose myself in the beat.

  I turn away from them as I pull my top off, revealing a plain black satin bra. I start strutting in a circle, one hand still on the pole. With my other hand, I unbutton my pants and shimmy out of them. Now, the men can see my black lace panties.

  I stop spinning for a moment to get my pants off. Then, I toss them to the side. Here I am looking just like one of the workers. I lean against the pole, and raise my hand above my head to grip the pole. I tilt my hips forward, grinding and slowly rotating them as I lower myself further down the pole. I make eye contact with Finn as I pull myself forward to the edge of the stage. He immediately crosses his legs.

  “Are you sure you’ve never tried this before?” Easton asks. I see him grabbing at his pants to adjust himself, asking questions to distract me from his growing boner.

  “Nope.” I roll onto my knees and elbows, my tits practically popping out of my bra in their faces. “This is definitely a first for me.”

  Each one of them is entranced. Their infatuation with m
e is evident, and their hunger for me is incredibly detectable at this moment.

  I figure this is the best time I can use to really drive them wild. For once, I’m the one who’ll be in control of the room. I’m at the knob, able to dial down or turn up the sexual tension.

  I lift myself up onto my knees and spread my legs. I take my hair in my hands, my arms raised high for dramatic effect, and grind my hips at them, letting them see me ride the air...pretending it’s their cocks.

  I make some suggestive facial expressions, leaving little to the imagination. For a moment, my eyes are closed and I’m just letting the music flow through me. It’s some electronic dance music I’m not too familiar with, but it’s just perfect for a sensual private show.

  I bring my hands behind me and unclasp my bra. I peel it off of my shoulders one at a time, holding the cups over my breasts until I’m fully revealed. I pull the bra from my chest and toss it to the side. I let my hand rest on my neck and travel down my collarbone to my breasts, tracing their shape slowly.

  My fingers then travel down to my stomach and right to my pussy. I rub it hard through my panties, and I realize I’m just as turned on as all of them. I give twist my body and open my eyes. I see all twelve of them with their cocks out of their pants, hungry for me, and I almost lose my rhythm.

  “I take it you’re all enjoying the show?” I ask as I prop myself up on my feet and bounce my ass up and down for them.

  “Fuck yes, we are, Alyssa,” Tate says. Some of the others respond similarly, either through words or violent nods.

  “Hehe, good,” I said with a giggle. I stand up straight and hook my thumbs on my panties.

  I rotate my hips as I pull down my panties. Then, I bend down to throw them away, but I keep my legs straight to give the group a great view of my bare, glistening wet pussy.

  I turn around to see each of them stroking their cocks. I’m so unbelievably horny. I don’t know if I can stop myself from jumping right onto each of their cocks.

  I sit against the pole and spread my legs apart. I bring my hand to my pussy and slip a finger in, wetting it with my juices. I move my finger back up to my clit and circle my fingertip on it, moaning lightly and shuddering at my own touch. I bring my hand back to my face to lick my fingers and grin at the group.

  Tristan stands up from his chair, led by his cock, and approaches the stage. I lean forward on my knees, my hands resting on the ledge in front of me. He grabs my head when he gets close enough and pushes my head to his cock.

  I moan, his throbbing cock against my lips. I swirl my tongue against the pre-cum on the head of his cock before kissing it sloppily. He grunts at me. I take his cock’s shaft into my hand and grip it tight before sucking it. My hand meets my lips and I stroke and suck him at the same time.

  He bends back and his cock lengthens in my grasp. He moans with each breath, and I feel my pussy grow hot from all of the eroticism in the air. There are eleven men watching me blow their co-worker while I’m naked on a stage after having just played with my own pussy. It sounds like a goddamn dream.

  How I ever got here, doing exactly this, is beyond me, but there’s no turning back. I’m enjoying every moment of it, without an ounce of remorse for anything that’s led me to this point.

  Tristan’s cock teases the back of my throat. I feel him pulsing at my lips, and I take a deep breath as he starts spewing his load onto the back of my tongue.

  I want to taste his cock again, but I gag on it he pulls away, his cum flying onto my chest. It dribbles down my face as I continue to stroke him into pure ecstasy.

  His load is heavy on my skin, almost like an entire layer of clothing by the time he’s finished. I fucking love it. I take his cum and rub it onto my tits. I scoop up what’s on my face and deposit it into my mouth, directly onto my tongue. My gaze is locked on Tristan as I suck my finger clean. I swirl his cum in my mouth with my tongue, playing with it before I gulp it down.

  He brings his face down to mine and tilts my head to match the angle and kisses me as a thank you. He turns away and returns to his seat. He crosses his legs and rests his arm against the armrest as he relaxes and watches the rest of my strip show, delighted.

  Before I can get to dancing again, Sean and Easton both approach the stage at the same time, right next to each other, cocks out. I sit up on my knees and wrap a hand on each of their cocks, pumpingthem and smiling up at their faces.

  I can only imagine what a sight I am. I still have traces of Tristan’s cum on my chin and on my tits. Regardless, it must be working in my favor because both Sean and Easton are already leaking pre-cum at just about the same time.

  I get to work on Easton’s cock first while stroking Sean with my other hand. I grab Easton’s balls and massage them as I bob up and down happily on his large cock. My tongue swirls and flicks along the head of his cock and I feel it swell up in my mouth. I’ve got him close already.

  Rather than just let him blow his cum on me right now, I pull my mouth off his cock and switch to Sean. I slowly stroke Easton’s cock as I swallow Sean down my throat. Sean grabs my head and forces it against him, my nose now pressed against his skin.

  He starts thrusting into me, fucking my mouth and throat as I playfully pump his friend’s cock with my free hand. He humps against my lips hard and fast, and as I take an opportunity to take a breath, I feel his hot cum shooting down my throat.

  His hand keeps me tight against his body, using me as his cum dumpster. My pussy is radiating heat and dripping wet. He lets my head wriggle free, and I turn back to Easton just in time for his cock to pulse in my hand, exploding cum onto my face.

  I stick my tongue out to capture some of it and let the rest land on my forehead and my cheeks. It drips down all the way to my chest. The creamy liquid seeps into my skin and coats me like a face mask. I smile and kiss Sean’s cock as he finishes. Both Easton and Sean smile at me and return to their seats.

  I’m enjoying the promiscuity of my display. It’s a new experience for me to be so...ostentatious in my endeavors, but it’s so liberating. Before I know it, I have Simon, Tate, and Ford approaching the stage.

  “You boy’s just can’t seem to get enough, can you?” I ask. I stare at each of their cocks hungrily. “Come join me up here. Let me have you a little closer.” They oblige my request and all climb to join me on stage.

  I have Tate stand to my left, Ford to my right, and Simon in front of me. I take Simon’s cock into my mouth and grip Tate and Ford’s cocks in each hand. I pump them both in rhythm. I twist my head on Simon’s cock while pulling him in and out against my lips as I suck him hard.

  He gasps and grunts as he reaches his climax and floods my mouth with his cum. There’s so much that I can’t keep it all in at once and it leaks from the creases of my lips and drips down my chin, mixing with Tristan’s and Easton’s cum.

  I feel his cum coating me, and I try to focus on Ford and Tate’s cocks in my hands. After Simon pulls his cock out of my mouth, I swallow the cum on my tongue, and I kiss his cock before he steps off the stage.

  Next, I slobber on Ford’s cock, lubricating it with my spit and doing the same with Tate right after. I continue to pump their cocks, twisting and changing my grip to keep them stimulated. I feel each of their cocks throb at my touch. I bite my lip in anticipation and watch as cum flies onto my torso and legs.

  They come long and hard, and I bask in the stream that makes contact with my skin. I even feel a glob drip down to my pussy lips and I feel a jolt of pleasure run through my body. I quiver and smile at both of them, and they each take a turn bending down to kiss me before sitting back down.

  I look out to the floor and see that half of these men still have their cocks out and are stroking them playfully at the show I’ve put on. I take a moment and decide to show off my handiwork. As a new song comes on over the sound system, through the bass-heavy speakers, I stand up and start twirling around the pole.

  I shake my body to the beat, my ass often swaying back and fo
rth with the tempo. I’m glowing bright purple from the black lights. I grab my tits and squeeze hard. Then, I turn around and smack my ass. I grab it tight and leave black light handprints from the cum across my butt cheeks.

  “How about the rest of you come up here for a sexy finale?” I say to the men.

  Without missing a bit, they all rise from their chairs and approach the stage in a circle. I take a deep breath and grab cocks to my left and right and suck the man in front of me.

  I don’t even know whose cocks I’m handling. I just want so badly to suck them and stroke them until they explode and cover me in cum. After a few pumps and sucks, I switch cocks. I move around the circle, making my way to each of them.

  If it’s been in my hand, it goes into my mouth. From there, it goes back in my hand again. After I take them all, I’m back to the first cock that was in my left hand. Now, it’s in my mouth and I’m sucking it hard. It pulses and he comes into my mouth. I swallow the cum as fast as I can before it dribbles out of my mouth.

  I move onto the next cock, and the next one, and the next one, and one right after the other. They hold their load until they come in my mouth, my lips pressed against their cocks. As I lap at the last cock, I look up to see the beautiful Ty. He gazes down at me and grips my hair as he ejaculates right against the back of my throat. I swallow and swallow as he ejects loads of cum into my mouth.

  When he finishes, he slides out of my mouth, and I back up and rest against the pole, full of and covered in their cum. There isn’t an inch of my body that hasn’t had cum on it. I look at my hands, my wrists, and my tits–they’re all covered. I scan my torso, my pussy, my legs, and my feet. Also covered.

  I’m literally soaking in cum from head to toe, and it’s absolutely exhilarating. I take a minute to re-familiarize myself with my surroundings. I see the lights on stage, my clothes off to the side, and each of the men back at their seats after enjoying their shared time with me.

  “Would you like another drink, Alyssa?” offers Tristan. “We were thinking we could all return to the public space and let you wind down.”