Free Kinky Girls Do ~ Bundle Two by Michelle Houston

 
     
YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE
     
     
    There was no way around it, Angela was an
attention slut. Shaking her tits in guys faces, and letting them
slip money into her g-string got her hotter than Nevada in July.
The loud, throbbing music always got her going, as it washed over
and through her. She selected her music carefully, knowing just
what would allow her to show off her body in the best light.
    As she watched Bethany, a new girl, stumble
up the steps behind the stage to observe her act, Angela tossed her
a knowing smile. "Relax, kid. You'll knock them dead."
    Bethany smiled shyly in response. She was
kind of cute. "I'm not sure that I can do this."
    Unfortunately, she was definitely too timid.
"You know ballet, right?" Angela continued at Bethany's nod. "Then
you already know how to captivate an audience. That'll give you an
edge. Just remember, they're here to watch you, not the other way
around. They're paying to see your body, so you own them. Use them
and walk away. Make them want more. It's what I do."
    "…And now, here's our luscious Chantal, for
her last set of the night." The voice of the DJ echoed throughout
the back room.
    "That's my cue." With a flirtatious wave,
Angela pushed through the curtains and stepped onto the stage.
    As it always did, the light blinded her for
a moment. It was the perfect time for a dramatic pause. She could
feel the gaze of the audience as if it were a living entity,
caressing all over her body; they would be admiring her assets,
their minds comparing her to the girls who had gone on before.
    She knew the picture she
posed: long blonde hair, slim waist and very ample breasts. As her
eyes adjusted to the lights, she strutted out onto the stage. With
each step her peek-a-boo lace gown tightened against her torso, the
trimming brushing against her thighs. A line
from  Pretty Woman  always ran through her mind: "Work it, girl. Work it,
work it." That's what she always tried to do.
    Across the room, Darren stood waiting, as he
did every night she danced. Their gazes met, and she tossed him a
smile before looking away. A shiver raced down her spine, as she
moved across the stage. She could feel his gaze following her as he
leaned up against the wall, his muscular arms folded across his
broad chest.
    Looking out at the audience, she focused her
attention on a spot just above their heads as she danced around the
stage. Dropping to her knees, she occasionally spread her legs, a
special treat for those who were seated close to the stage.
    There was an art to
stripping that many never seemed to master. It wasn't about
flawless movements and all the fancy shit that you see in the
movies. Although she loved  Flashdance , she knew what a
disservice it did to many strippers. The audience for the most part
doesn't care about the theatrics. They want to see tits and ass.
And it's the strippers' job to give it to them.
    The song ended and another began, flowing
almost seamlessly together. The DJ and Angela had worked together
long enough to get the music for her set perfected. As the beat
slowed slightly, she lifted her hands to the waist of her gown,
pausing seductively. Hoots and hollers came from the audience.
Egged on, she untied the ribbon that held the bottom half of her
gown closed. Grabbing the edges she pulled it open and turned her
back, looking coyly over her shoulder. They were eating it up.
Tonight was definitely going to be a lucrative night.
    She flipped the skirt up over her ass,
showing off her barely there thong. Giving a shimmy, she rolled her
hips, drawing attention to the shapely curves of her ass. As she
bent over, baring the firm globes, she could feel her thong
tightening, the thin strip of her g-string parting her ass-cheeks.
As she stood upright, she slid her hands up her body, caressing her
legs and sides.
    Spinning around, she looked out at the
audience as she did a hip rotation, judging their mood and what was
catching their attention the most. Each audience was