His brows dipped in curiosity, almost as if he was surprised I could speak. He lifted his chin, straightening his long, muscular body to his full 6' 3 height. For a good minute it seemed he wasn't going to answer. Then he finally spoke. "What is it that you want?"

I ran my tongue along the underside of my lips, moistening them before I spoke again. I shook my head, feeling my chandelier earrings hit gently against my neck. "Just...your name."

The gentleman smiled and it was gorgeous. Finally I realized he had dimples. "That's a pretty steep price. Wouldn't you rather take the cash?"

Suddenly, I felt a bit awkward. Maybe he preferred his privacy, and here I was turning myself into a fool. I sighed. "I'm sorry. I don't have any right."

The gentlemen's voice cut into mine. "You have every right. I just feel performers like their privacy and I can respect that. I'm the same way and I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. I just really enjoy watching you perform." Mmm, he had a nice, deep voice. It was the kind you could imagine whispering in your ear as you were touched and teased by hands that knew exactly what to do with a woman. Despite his classy appearance, he was all sex. I could feel it. I didn't know if my dancing got him off or not, but as my smutty mind started to churn, all I could think of was how his body would feel on, against or in me. Apparently, I was on a roll, and certainly didn't want him to stop talking now. I could listen to that voice all fucking night. I was particularly tickled that he referred to me as a performer, not a dancer or a stripper.

I began to smile. "I appreciate the consideration but it's unnecessary. I don't mind. I'm Charlie." I awkwardly stretched out my hand and introduced myself. Fine time to introduce yourself when he's seen you half-nude like a hundred times.

"I know who you are. I request you by name. I'm Sean," he answered back.

Mmm. Sean. I liked that name much better than what I guessed. His gorgeous skin was making my mouth water to take a bite outta him. But soon my senses started to kick in. I couldn't get involved with a patron. It was the ultimate taboo and though Antonia and I would tease and joke about such cliche trysts, we weren't those type of performers. We held an upstanding burlesque revue, not a seedy strip club. It was a pity, because I haven't gotten laid for a minute. Pretty aching drought. Ohh, but as I looked at him--my secret crush--my body was thirsty for him. "Nice to officially meet you, Sean. Thank you."

I watched as his eyes raked over me again, a hint of his dimples revealing again. "Thank me? For what?"

"For being such a pleasant patron. For being so generous with your tips. Honestly, you pay me way too much. I own this establishment, so I'm not hurting."

Sean put his hands in his pockets. "Tipping is based on the quality of the service, isn't it? Regardless of you being the co-owner of this fine establishment, it's got nothing to do with--"

"How I service you." I completed his sentence with a grin.

"Perform." He rocked on his heels, appearing slightly nervous. What the hell does he have to be nervous about? I'm the one with the fucking heart in my throat!

"Sorry, I don't mean to sound like it's a business."

"Why not, " I asked. "This is a business." I had to say it to remind myself.

"Not really for you." He shook his head. "I believe it's all a bit more for you, Charlie."

"No, not really."

"You don't leave anything personal of yourself when you perform? I find that very hard to believe by watching so many of your performances on the main stage and here." He looked unconvinced, like he knew something I didn't.

I crossed my arms and shifted my weight on my right hip. He seemed pretty sure he knew me, and it freaked me out because I didn't know anything about him. "Have you been reading up on me?"

Sean took a couple of steps forward. I didn't move. Cause I was far from threatened. I was actually very intrigued. As he stood inches away from me, all I could do was swallow and moisten my lips waiting for him to answer me however he saw fit.

"Charlie, I hope you would think I was a fool if I came here almost every month, spending thousands of dollars here and not know anything about you or this place. You do have a website, after all."

His smile sobered, but he stared at me with an intensity that made me shiver. "I'm not an idiot, Charlie. I'm well aware there's a lot more to you than what I see grace the stage here." He paused for a moment. "This is going to sound like a line, but I'm going to say it anyway, because it's the truth." I stood motionless, but if my ears could've perked up like a wolf it would have just then.

"I think you're amazing."

I burst out laughing, despite seeing the slightly offended look on his face. "Whoa, you're laying it on a bit thick, aren't you? I was just hoping for a compliment on my dancing. And you're right, it does sound like a line."

He just stood there with a smile. A hint of devious lingered in it. "Perhaps it came across as such, but it's still the truth. I'm a grown man, Charlie. I don't play games and I know what I want."

"And what do you want?"

"To get to know more about you." I would've laughed again, but there was so much sincerity in his tone, it was hard to brush it off.

Now it was my turn to look at him like I examined him. "Until five minutes ago, I barely knew you spoke more than 3 words."

"Doesn't mean I'm not observant, " he replied. "It's astounding what you can learn when you keep quiet. For starters, I see how satisfied the patrons are here. This is a beautiful and classy place and you draw the right crowd."

I felt like I've opened Pandora's box. I was ecstatic that he wanted to talk to me, but it made me want him more. And I couldn't...could I? Part of me fought with the unfairness as I tried to shut him out. I shrugged. "Tony and I have great marketing." I turned to leave, but his hand grabbed mine and pulled me back to his intense gaze.

"You didn't let me finish." He continued with his hand still gently holding mine, breaking the 'no touch' rule. "It's not just the patrons. More importantly, I see how you treat your performers. They seem happy...very uncharacteristic of a job like this, let's be honest."

I froze as he mentioned the girls. "What do you know about burlesque?"

"It doesn't matter. I know that they love and respect you. Just as much as you do for them. That was very easy to pick up. You run a business. You don't have to care, but you do." His hand released me and slowly reached up to my hair. He touched the length of my curled hair, deliberately letting some tendrils flow between his fingers. It felt really good, almost intimate. I tried not to let it phase me because I just wanted him to keep talking. "Though your sexy, bold and apparently established, I adore the fact that you're genuine. That's not very common and it keeps me coming back here to see you."

I stood dumbfounded as Sean spoke to me in earnest. It probably would've taken me a lifetime to explain how refreshing it was to get a compliment on my personality and not because I had a real cute ass. It came with the territory, I know. Antonia warned me years ago and I accepted it. But you really don't realize how much you value something a bit deeper until you're sucked in a world of superficial gratification and fantasy. I knew I was beautiful. Not because I had hundreds of men tell me, including my late father, but because I had a healthy sense of self. And I guess because of that, I've always craved something a bit deeper. He was offering that to me and it was turning me inside out. "You don't know anything about me, except that I dance for you." I started for the door again until he replied.

"I know you don't keep the tips I give you." He arched an eyebrow as my eyes widened. "You give to the girls, don't you?"

I frowned and turned back to face him. "How did you know that?" I only told Tony and a few other girls, and they would never disclose that information to a patron. At least, they shouldn't. "Who told you?"

He gave a gentle smirk. "You just did." Sean took another step toward me, closing the space between us. "It wouldn't be your style to keep it. You don't dance for greed, Charlie. You dance because you enjoy it. I see it in your eyes every time you hit the stage. You can pretend this is all business, but you leave a piece of yourself here. And I told you..." His hand reached out and gently caressed my face. "Just because I'm quiet, doesn't mean I'm oblivious. Especially when it comes to you." His touch, though innocent, ignited my body like nobody's business. Breaking the touch barrier was a big no-no for me and throughout this whole interaction it was broken repeatedly. Somehow, I allowed it to go on. My skin puckered with goosebumps as his fingertips lightly smoothed across my cheek. My heartbeat felt more pronounced as it thumped fiercely against my chest. Though he barely touched me, my mouth went dry and my core became wet as his hand trailed the contours of my face. I was aroused and he barely even touched me.

As if he read my mind, Sean pulled his hand back and sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm not very good with people and I know I'm not supposed to touch you." He ran his fingers across his head. "I'm very sorry if I've overstepped my boundaries."

I nodded, staring at his lips. He was beautiful. Tall with a square, masculine jawline and bright gorgeous eyes all enveloped in delicious sincerity. His words, his touch--it all was doing something to me and control was deciding to ride backseat to my thought process. "Yes...you have." If I thought too much about it, I would run. My back almost leaning against the door, I reached behind and snapped the lock, shutting us in.

My eyes locked on him as he looked at the door, then back at me with disbelief. I pushed myself from the door and into his arms. Like instinct, his hands wrapped around my waist as I reached up and pulled his face to mine. My lips crashed into his with heated urgency. I sighed as my lips molded against the softness of Sean's, getting excited as his mouth slightly parted to kiss me deeper. It was electric. And when he squeezed my hips, a moan escaped my lips between our kisses. I grabbed his collar and began to kiss and suck the hollow of his neck, when I faintly heard him speak.

"Charlie..." he whispered my name like a prayer. "We don't have to do this. I respect you."

I walked him backwards, pushing him back onto the sofa. "Shut up." I silenced him with another kiss as I climbed on top of him. "It's crazy, but I know you do. Which is how you've managed to get me all hot and bothered right now." Breathlessly, I flung my hair back from my face, then dipped down to suck his ear. He probably figured it out, but this was all about me. I wanted him so bad, I couldn't see past consequences.

He hissed at the gesture and I felt him poke against the center of my body as I ground myself against his lap. That escalated my turn-on for him, just feeling how much he desired me right then. His hands moved from my hips to my ass, firmly squeezing as I began to undo the buttons of his shirt. Sean's eyes watched me as I ran my hands down his pecs down to his firm abdomen. I purred as I admired the lovely male specimen that he was. I was lost to passion. My body bewitched as I leaned in, rubbing my breasts against him like a cat in heat. He groaned and with hooded eyes, grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into another hot kiss. This one was truly wicked. His tongue working into my mouth, massaging against mine, my little ruffle panties got even more creamed. I don't think I ever had someone kiss me where I felt it all the way to my toes before. It made me sizzle and burn for more. I leaned back, panting, feverishly gripping at the fasteners of my corset. Sean assisted, his hands starting at the bottom as I began to free the top. I finally lifted it off me and heard him suck in a breath. His eyes stared lustfully at my bare breasts and tattoos. He licked his lips and sighed at the sight of my taunt, puckered nipples. "You're gorgeous, Charlie. A goddess. I couldn't resist you if I tried."

I arched an eyebrow. "Does that mean you're not going to deny me anything?"

His hands gently played with the hem of my panties, teasing me. "You can have anything you want. Just say it."

"Good, cause I want you." I took one of his hands that teased me and pushed it down right to my achingly hot core, letting his fingers feel how wet I was for him. "I want you to feel what you're doing to me."

"Ahhh," he groaned as he felt my wantoness against his fingertips. I grounded myself against him as his fingers continued to rub me against the fabric. He stared down, sucking in his bottom lip as his thumb slipped past the side of my underwear and pushed against my hard, aching clit.

"Shit," I hissed as Sean finally blew up the 'no-touch' rule, watching him equally enthralled by my allowance of his bare fingers probing me where I dared any patron to violate. He was so gentle in his discovery of me, pleasure mounting within me on each stroke, I threw my head back and turned loose a moan as tingles ran all over my body. "Please, keep touching me..." I panted out the words.

Eagerly, I unbuckled his belt and unfastened the bulge in his slacks. Sliding off him, I stood up only long enough to pull at his pants. Finally freeing his erection, I grabbed the remote and turned the music up a bit louder than usual. I tossed the remote to the side and gave him my most sultry smile gazing between his eyes and his rock hard dick. "By the looks of things I suspect we might get a little loud." Sean leaned back as I pulled down my panties and kicked them to the side. All I had were my boots and a sexy ass smile, letting him drink in my heady vision.

He swallowed and began to stroke himself. I watched wantonly as his hand slid against his thickness, exactly the way I wanted to. I loved it when a man touched himself. "Come here."

As the music changed to one of my most sexy songs, I slinked down to my knees. In rhythm, I seductively crawled between his legs. When I finally reached his bare hips, I pulled up and took him into my mouth. Sean jolted upward as I felt his muscles tense at the feel of my warm mouth closing around him.

"Christ," He growled at me. I felt his eyes on me and the astonishment in his voice as I sucked upward against him. My hands played across his pelvic muscles and closed in until my hand closed around the base of his dick. Pulling away, I let my tongue teasingly swirl around the tip, before taking him back into my mouth. He sucked in a breath, his hands digging into the cushions on each side of him. I moaned at the taste of him, thoroughly enjoying the feel of him pulsing in my mouth. I continued this torture till Sean pulled back. "You have to stop; you're gonna make me come if you don't."

I pulled myself up and climbed onto his lap. I tilted my body, guiding him into me. I couldn't contain myself as I shuddered against him. He was hot, thick and super hard. My eyes misty with need, locked on him as I leaned back, bracing myself with my hands on his knees. I pumped my hips against him, pushing him deeper into me. Every part of my body demanded to be sated. He felt incredible. Sean gripped my hips, steadying me and grinding me against him in rhythm. I arched my back, moaning upwards to the ceiling as I fucked him.

His arms reached behind me and pulled me to his chest. I crushed myself to him as I rode him with wild abandon. I cooed as Sean leaned down and laved my nipples with his tongue. My hands gripped the back of his head as his tongue teased, then sucked at my breasts. Lightly tugging my flesh I felt myself get closer and closer to an orgasm. I bounced on him like a triple crown jockey, savoring each delicious stroke as the angle stimulated my clit. My moans grew louder as my pleasure began to escalate into a ravishing crescendo. Sean gently grabbed my face and forced me to look into his heated eyes.

It was at that moment I felt my body hit that glorious high note. "Oh god, I'm gonna come!" I screeched as I quickened my rhythm, feeling my walls contract and intense ecstasy tore me asunder. I gripped him as he suddenly shifted to lay my back against the seat of the leather sofa. I was still riding the wave of my orgasm as he continued to fuck me missionary. One hand holding my leg high in the sky, he swiveled his hips driving deep into me. All I could do is stick my fingers in my mouth to mute myself. I always was a bit of a screamer, but this man was magic.

"You feel so fucking amazing, I can't hold on much longer." he panted as he pumped harder for a couple more strokes. Suddenly, he pulled out and shot his load all over my breasts. Both of us, exhausted, we laid back for a moment. It wasn't long though till I leaned back to the side cabinet under the sofa and pulled out some towels. I began to clean myself off and then the aftermath of coming started to set in. You know, that awkward shame that you done something or someone that you shouldn't have done, but your need to bust a nut prevented it? That was me.

I slowly sat up and looked at him. Christ, he looked like he was mauled by a cougar. He was sweaty, bare-assed and already growing hickeys. His face was oddly calm, with a very sexy grin on his face as he began to dress himself.

"Sean," I said gently wiping myself off. "I, I don't want you to think I do this kinda thing. I don't know what came over me but, I--"

Fastening his slacks, he stopped and gave me a quick kiss. "Charlie, I know. This is not your style, though I am flattered that somehow I managed to bring it out in you. You sure as hell brought it out in me." He gave me a gentle smile and it seriously made me giddy. "I know how important it is to you to set a good example for the girls, so let's get ourselves in order before we walk outta here.

After both of us were completely dressed, Sean left first. But not before getting my number. I stayed behind for a while, till finally Antonia knocked and came in. By that time, I was calm and my body no longer flushed from being sexed.

She leaned against the door. "Your gentleman left. I take it, he enjoyed the performance?"

I nodded, trying to look uninterested. "I hope so. I know I did."

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