Page 80 of Subbing For Santa

“You’re serious? You want to strip on stage?”

“I’m serious about getting on that stage right now and stripping for you. But I’m not looking for a new job.”

He runs his hand down over his face as he chuckles. “Have at it, little elf.”

Standing, I move out of the booth and approach the DJ, who is just one of the other strippers, and she giggles at my song request before announcing me onto the stage.

“We have a surprise appearance from Santa’s little helper, and she is dancing to Santa Baby.”

The two guys sitting in the front give me a hoot as the bar girls cheer and some others clap as I step up onto the stage. The music starts playing and I sway my hips as I walk along the stage to the pole. Gripping it with one hand, I slowly strut around it, my eyes falling to the two men sitting at the foot of the stage.

One looks like he stepped out of an accounting firm to spend his hard-earned money on whores, and the other looks like he drives trucks for a living, his round belly and overgrown beard catching the peanuts that don’t manage to make it inside his mouth.

I slowly drop, my knees parting wide as I do, my short sundress sure to be giving the men a little peekaboo.

As I stand again, my eyes move to the back of the room where Griffin is now standing outside the booth we were in. His eyes are dark with desire as he watches me, and I’m helpless to fight the way he makes me feel, my hand coming up to palm my tit while the other travels down between my legs.

Griffin stalks towards me then, his eyes only for me, and I take it further, as I start to pop the buttons free on my dress. As he steps in line with the other two men ogling me, I tug my dress open and let it fall to the stage, leaving me standing in only my red lace panties and bra that leaves little to the imagination.

My attention snags on the trucker guy as he starts rubbing over his hard bulge in his pants and Griffin notices, following my gaze.

At first, I think he’s going to lose his temper, but instead, he waves over a girl, whispering something in her ear, and the next moment, she whispers in the trucker’s ear, and he nods frantically before following her through the red curtain to the side of the room.

I turn my back on my audience, doing a sharp bend to flash my lace covered arse at them before I drop down in a bouncing squat.

When I turn back, Griffin is whispering to another girl, and she too moves to the second guy, offering him some sort of service, which he accepts and leaves with her through the curtains.

“I’m running out of audience, Mr Marx. Who will I flash these to?” My tone is laced with innocence as I unclasp my bra, letting it fall to the stage, releasing my tits.

“Everyone out!” Griffin yells, all remaining eyes going wide as they look at him.

They must think he’s joking, but his words and tone the second time ensure they know he’s not joking.

“If you are not out of here in thirty fucking seconds, you are all fired!” He bellows and everyone in the room bails fast.

I pout. “But Santa, who will see this?” I ask, turning my back on him before hooking my fingers in my panties and dragging them slowly down. I bend as I do it, exposing my arse and pussy, looking upside down through my legs at Griffin as I give my arse a little shake.

“Bring that pussy over here now.” He hisses and I grin before hiding it, turning around to face my man and the now empty strip club.

“You meanthispussy?” I ask as I press my back to the pole and sink down, parting my knees to give him an intimate view.

“Yes.”

“But Santa. I’m too horny to move,” I say innocently, grazing my fingers down my front and in between my legs.

“Fuck, Aggie. Bring me that cunt!”

I whimper at his demand, his voice sending heat to my core.

“This cunt?” I pant, circling my clit.

“Fuck yes. I need to fuck you right now.”

“Right now?” I say sweetly, so fucking turned on by the heated look in his eyes.

“Stop stalling and get the fuck over here.” He demands, and I give in, desperate to have him yet again. I can’t seem to get enough.

I drop forward onto all fours and crawl across the stage to him. The moment I’m in arm’s reach, he tugs me the rest of the way, flipping me around so my arse lands on the stage and spreads my legs open wide.

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