CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Daisy
I was backstage waiting, a little nervous. Carmen had looked at me a little funny when she’d first seen my costume. But I thought it was perfect.
I was wearing black hose with little crystals scattered throughout them.
I had on four inch black stilettos. And I was wearing a sequined unitard made to look like a tuxedo.
It pushed my boobs up and made them look even bigger than they were.
There was a cut out between my sequined bowtie collar and the top of the bustier-style unitard so that my cleavage was very visible.
In fact, it was the focal point. The unitard was Brazilian cut, too, so it purposely let a decent amount of my ass show.
I didn’t want to be naked or topless, but I figured this would give these guys what they wanted anyway.
I had my hair tucked up under a sequined black top hat, and I had a shiny black cane. I mainly needed it so that I could make sure I didn’t fall when I went down the stairs into the audience. I’d also worked it into the routine a bit.
My heart pounded with nerves and excitement as I waited for Carmen to introduce me.
I was going on after Abbi finished her set for the night. Abbi’s routines were always graceful and sexy, but tasteful. She was the type of stripper that people would call a dancer. With good cause. She’d taken years of ballet and moved with elegance.
Carmen had suggested Madeline, but I had balked at that.
Madeline got downright filthy with her moves onstage and had no compunctions whatsoever about being naked.
I figured no matter who followed her, the men in the club would be disappointed.
She usually went on last for the night, and I thought that was a good thing.
Carmen had agreed, so Madeline would be coming after me.
I’d be a very tame lead-up to her set. I bit my lip. I hoped the routine I had planned would be sexy enough to dispel the thought that I was just a sweet, girl-next-door type. I needed these guys to want me in the auction.
Abbi finished up, and the spotlight shone on Carmen. The club went dead silent. Carmen almost never appeared onstage. She looked amazing, as usual, and I could see from my vantage point that the men were watching her, transfixed.
“Good evening,” she said into the microphone.
“I have a special treat for y’all tonight.
I’ve teased for a couple of months that an upcoming auction would feature a woman you’ve all been asking for over the past couple of years that she’s worked here at Sugar.
Well, the time is now! Next week’s auction will feature one of our most popular hostesses. ”
There were murmurs of excitement through the crowd.
They were usually reserved, rarely showing much emotion.
In fact, the only time I’d ever seen this crowd holler and go crazy was last year when my friend Nadine had stripped to some very…
unique music and routines. To hear them get a little excited now was nerve-racking.
What if they were disappointed it was me?
Both Jelly and Glory were just as popular in the hostess position as I was.
“I can’t even begin to guess how often she’s requested each night. She’s been one of us here at Sugar for a long time now, and we’re so excited to be able to offer her up as our next cinnamon girl. This month’s mystery girl is… Daisy!”
There was a roar of talking, applause, and a few hoots and hollers, and I had to hide a relieved grin.
“Get ready to see her in a new light, gentlemen. I know you won’t be disappointed.”
The spotlight shut off, and the stage went dark.
I hurried out to stand in the same spot she’d just vacated.
When we passed each other, she grabbed my arm.
“Real quick, I wanted you to know that Jack Lancaster is sitting at the premier table with all my brothers and a couple of other guests. Show him some extra attention, okay? He’s extremely interested in bidding on you in the auction.
” She gave me a quick wink and was gone, after dropping that bombshell on me.
My plan with Nico had worked. The night in the VIP room had not only made Jack a member, but one who wanted to own me for three months.
I didn’t have time to think about it, though, because the first beats of Q-Tip’s classic song “Vivrant Thing” started up.
I had picked the version with an extended entrance so the easily recognizable bass line would play longer, giving me more time with my routine.
Our sound guy also knew to loop the song seamlessly until I was finished.
I got my stance ready, cocking my hip, thrusting out my chest, and throwing my head back.
I held my hat on my head with one hand and tapped my cane on the floor with my other.
When the spotlight shone down, I knew it would highlight my breasts more than anything else, and that was what I was going for. It suddenly beamed down on me, and there were several gasps of surprise. I waited a full eight count before starting my routine.
I wasn’t using the stripper pole. Carmen had wondered if that was a mistake, but mainly I thought my tits would pop out of my outfit if I tried to swing around it and arch my back.
Instead, I was using a shiny black chair.
I danced around it, twirled it, sat in it, kicked it around and caught it, and so on.
The last two moves I did were to sit down, open my legs as wide as I could giving the audience a few of my crotch, covered, of course, and throw my head back letting my hat fall to the ground.
My long hair tumbled down over my shoulders and swirled around my back.
Then I stood up and writhed above the chair as if giving a lap dance to an invisible man.
I was so caught up in the dance, I didn’t even notice whether the men were responding well to it.
Done with the chair, I looked up and realized every eye was locked on me.
The guys looked hypnotized, and I couldn’t help smiling as I strutted to the edge of the stage and used my cane to help me down the stairs.
It looked like a sexy prop that went with my moves, though, not something I was using to keep me from falling flat on my face in front of a couple of hundred of West Bay’s richest, most elite gentlemen.
Once I reached the floor, I headed directly to the premiere table, which was easily seen from everywhere in the club. The spotlight followed me. My eyes landed on Enzo’s and he gave me a quick wink and a sly smile. He knew what was coming.
I walked over to him and put my hands on his shoulders, tits in his face, as I quickly straddled the chair and began moving over him.
I was using moves I’d seen Madeline and some of the other girls do when they performed lap dances.
I must’ve been doing something right, because I felt Enzo’s impressive cock harden beneath me.
His breathing picked up, his hands went to my waist, and his eyes met mine as I continued to gyrate and basically dry hump him.
“My God,” he hissed his eyes heavy with lust, “tell me you’ll meet me in the VIP room after this. Please.” He held my hips tight for a moment as he subtly thrust upwards, hitting my core right where I would feel it most.
I sucked in a breath and moved in sync with him for a few moments.
“Fuck, Daze. If you keep this up, I’m going to come,” he breathed in my ear. I knew what he meant. I was drenched. I ignored it, though, and gave him what I hoped was a man-eater, sexy smile as I kicked my leg up and over his lap, ending the dance with him.
He took a deep breath and continued to stare at me as I performed a few more beats of my dance while I looked for Jack.
It didn’t take long to find him. He was seated at the premier table, just a couple of chairs away from Enzo. His eyes were riveted on me, watching every move I made. I pushed away the sudden nerves I felt at approaching him and continued to try to think of it as just a performance.
I reached him, straddled him, and did a body roll, making sure we touched in all the right places.
I turned so my back was to his chest. I continued to perform a faux lap dance, that seemed very real, by thrusting my ass back against his lap and then rolling it forward to the beat.
I did this a few times, and I was about to step away from him when he grabbed my hips.
He was suddenly in control, thrusting his cock against my core over and over again while holding me almost still.
I moved as if we were performing some sort of practiced dance.
I tried to smile, but his movements were pushing me towards a climax.
I could not come in front of all these men! That was worse than stripping naked.
Or could I? As I looked around the room and saw all those eyes on me, I felt myself getting even wetter. I liked their eyes on me. I wanted them to watch me. I was shocked to realize I wanted them to see me come, and it turned me on even more. I was a drenched mess at this point.
I was breathing heavily now, and my chest was heaving. I knew ninety percent of the room had their eyes locked on my breasts. But I was focused on the ten percent who might be able to tell that Jack was basically fucking me with his clothes on.
I felt his hands loosen momentarily, and I took my chance. I swung back around to face him. “What are you doing?” I asked through a pasted-on smile. I was trying not to look as if I was about to come.
“Making you feel good,” he answered, those beautiful eyes of his watching my tits before dragging upwards to meet my eyes. “I need you to turn around again, beautiful.”
He grabbed me around the waist, lifted me, and flipped me back around. I must’ve looked unsure, because Nico stood and went to the stage, grabbing a microphone hurriedly. The spotlight switched to him while my music continued.