The Move part 3

The Move part 3

When Comanche turned her back and undid the clasp on her top, Tori felt her breath catch in her throat. Comanche turned back, holding the garment over her breasts and danced a moment longer before tossing it off stage. The guys all cheered and clapped, but Tori was oblivious to it.

The girl's breasts were incredible. They were proud and firm, capped with large areolas and thick nipples. Tori could not seem to take her eyes, off them. They swayed and bounced gently as Comanche danced. Tori was so enthralled she did not even hear Joann speaking. It was just a minor buzz in the background.

When the dancer bent over slowly, pulling her skirt down, Tori felt like she had been kicked in the stomach. She could not seem to breathe at all as the soft expanse of the girl's beautiful ass was revealed. She wore only a tiny black G-string and Tori could easily see where it clung to her fat mound.

The girl stepped out of her skirt and began to move slowly around the stage, holding her G-string out for guys to stuff bills in, or presenting her ass, which they all took the opportunity to run their hands over. Tori was barely cognizant of Joann stuffing a bill into her hand. When she noticed it she blushed crimson and stared at the floor.

Go ahead, Tori, you know you want to, her friend encouraged.

Tori stood hesitantly and walked mechanically toward the stage. She felt like every eye in the place was on her and she nearly fell when her feet moved from the carpet to the tile surrounding the stage. When she looked back up, Comanche was staring at her and Tori felt her face flush.

As Tori approached, Comanche moved to the end of the stage and gracefully squatted down. She spread her long legs and hooked both thumbs into her G-string, pulling it outward. Tori could clearly see her thick black pubes and the coral colored lips peeking out as she shakily placed the bill inside.

Thank you, she whispered in a seductive voice that somehow drowned out the music and cat calls.

"Y..y...your welcome," Tori stammered.

The girl smiled and winked before rising in a fluid motion and gathering her things. Tori made her way back to her seat and sat down.

You look like you have just seen a ghost, Joann said with a smile.

"I..."

Shhh…. Do not say anything. You aren't a good liar and you can't lie to me even if you were, I know you too well.

Tori wondered what she was talking about, but let it pass as the others came back by.

What are you two doing?" Veronica asked.

Holding our table. Place is filling up and if we leave, we won't get it back, Joann said quickly.

Oh, cool, she replied as they breezed down to the other stage.

Joann crammed another bill into Tori's hand.

Go on, Tor. She at the other stage.

Jo, I...

Shush. Take your drink for some courage, but get moving, the song's already starting.

Ladies and gentlemen, the DJ called, Directing your attention to center stage for our featured performer, Pinky Pumpkins!

A roar went up from the crowd and most of the patrons crowded towards the center stage. Tori ignored them, ignored everything as she gulped down the last of her drink and took a seat by the smaller stage. She was the only one on this end of the club as Comanche glided out from behind the curtain.

She was still wearing only her G-string and moccasins. Tori could not believe how toned her body was or how beautiful. She was just staring when the girl smiled directly at her and began to dance. This song was different than the one she had performed to center, stage it was more frenetic and allowed her to show off her strength and stamina rather than accentuating her grace. When she held the hips of an imaginary lover and bucked her hips as if fucking her, Tori thought she would die.

Comanche whirled and twirled, working up a good sweat that bathed her skin and caused the light to glitter of the soft curves of her body. The music slowed, suddenly and became soft as it flowed into a sensual acoustic interlude. Comanche fell to her stomach a little to Tori's left and then rolled over twice, so she was lying on her tummy with her feet pressed against the gilt work rail at the edge of the stage. She pushed up, in a single languid motion, spreading her legs and raising her ass, while pressing back.

Her pussy was directly in front of Tori, only inches from her face. She knew it had to be her imagination, but she swore she could smell the delicate aroma of the dancer's arousal. Comanche had her torso flat on stage, but she glanced back and pulled her G-string to one side, leaving her pussy bare.

Her mound was fat and fleshy, but the lips were delicately formed and gaped open just enough to reveal the darker pink of her inner folds.
Her pubic, thatch was strange, seemingly starting from a central line and growing outwards. The heady scent of her arousal and exertions was now obvious.

Thanks for sticking with me, I hate going before the feature act, she said in an exotic whisper.

Tori wanted to reply. She desperately wanted to say something, but her tongue seemed cloven to her palate. The girl smiled, rolled over so she was sitting with her legs still spread and thrust her pelvis towards Tori.

You're a shy one, I like that. If you want to tip me better do it now, the song's almost over.

Tori nodded mutely and extended her hand with the bill Joan had given her. Comanche glanced left and right, then dropped to her back. With one hand she grabbed her G-string and pulled it aside. With the other, she grabbed Tori's wrist and guided the shaking girl's hand to her pussy.

Thanks, babe, Comanche said as the song ended.

She sat up quickly, pecked Tori on the forehead and was gone. Tori wandered back towards their table totally lost. She could feel the girl's wetness on her, fingertips but was unsure if it, was sweat or something else. She absently held her fingers to her nose and the heady scent left no doubts. She drifted past the table and down towards the other stage, oblivious to her friends calling her.

Several patrons had gathered around, but Tori still got a seat at the middle of the small stage. She dug another bill out of her pocket and waited tensely.

Ladies, and gentleman that was Pinky Pumpkins. She will be back in half an hour. Right, now we have Barbarella center stage. Camille and Comanche are on the side stages and Bunny, Lilith and our new girl, Chiquita are available for table dances. If you really want a treat, remember to ask about the private dances, only thirty bucks for three songs, until midnight.
Comanche came out and while she smiled at all of the men around, she gave Tori a wink before she began to bump and grind to an old Motown hit. Tori was watching, spellbound when Comanche passed very close to her.

Tilt your head back, she whispered.

Tori didn't even think not to and she was stunned when the girl leaned forward and rested her tits on either side of Tori's head and shook them. They were so soft, and the skin was so silky, Tori felt a contraction in her deep muscles. It was only then that she realized how aroused she was. Her nipples were poking out and she could feel her pussy twitching.

Comanche was looking down at her and Tori colored furiously at she men hooted and made cat calls.

Stand up and put a dollar in your mouth, the girl whispered.

To be continued