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to stand out from the crowd. That meant holding back, even if it killed him.

She smiled back at him between her legs, as if reading his thoughts.

Then she stood, took a step forward and grasped the nearest pole firmly. She pulled
herself up on it, the muscles in her arms bunching as she lifted herself with an ease that
bespoke her strength. Her legs came up, and then her body fell back, held aloft by one
leg wrapped around the pole. Her thigh muscles bunched, and somehow she managed
to slowly spin around, displaying her magnificent body to the entire room. Once again,
her breasts fell out of the bustier, treating them to another glimpse of her dark red
nipples. The man next to Damian moaned aloud, and it took every bit of strength in
DamianтАЩs body not to backhand him. Music welled up around them with a slow,
throbbing beat.

She pulled herself back up, letting her feet drop to the floor, and then rubbed her clit
against the pole. That delicate flush rose in her face once more. She turned to look at
him, and for a moment they were alone together in the room, locked in a tunnel only
they could detect. He knew she wanted him, knew she imagined his cock as she rubbed
up and down the pole.

The flush in her face grew brighter, then her eyes closed, cutting him out. It was all
about her nowтАФsheтАЩd left him behind. The music continued to play, but she was
oblivious, completely focused on the pole between her legs. This was different than any
other performance heтАЩd seen in a strip club. For one thing, she wasnтАЩt making any moves
to remove the rest of her clothing. She ground herself against the pole, throwing her
head back and moaning in time to the music. Her face tightened, and she panted
noticeably. She strained, pushing, driving herself against the pole. She wasnтАЩt
performing for anyone, that was clear enough. That the men around her were enjoying
the show were immaterial.

This was all about her.

Her face grew tighter, the red flush growing bright. Her face twisted and then she
screamed, her cry breaking the spell that had fallen over them.

He felt an answering surge within himself, and he bit his lip, closing his eyes tightly.
For one horrible moment he thought he might come in his pants; just the thought was
unbearable.

He regained control of himself, shifting again and wishing desperately that his
leathers werenтАЩt so tight. The pressure was almost unbearable.

He opened his eyes to discover her collapsed on the floor, panting, breasts heaving.
She lay there for what seemed an eternity, gasping for breath and flushed with ecstasy.
At first it seemed spontaneous, but slowly he realized that even her heaving breaths
were coming in time with the music. She drifted across the stage, somehow using the
pulsing motions of her body to move herself toward him in time with the music. Then
she rolled to her stomach and her eyes met his. Once again, that tunnel opened up
between them. They could have been alone for all the notice they gave the pulsing
crowd.