Page 26 of 12 Days

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 me 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.

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