Feature Dancer

I spot her the moment she struts onto the stage—my ultimate fantasy, the feature dancer who's haunted my wet dreams for months. Her curves gleam under the neon lights, tits heaving in that barely-there bikini, ass swaying like a hypnotic promise of sin. Money's no fucking object tonight; I peel off hundreds, stuffing them into her G-string as she grinds against the pole, her pussy lips outlined through sheer fabric, teasing me closer to the edge. She locks eyes with me, drops low, spreads wide—I'm hooked, wallet empty, cock throbbing, ready to worship every inch.