Emily hung upside down on the main pole of the Principessa Tempesta club, clutching onto the metal using as many points of body contact as possible. Sliding down she placed her hands on the catwalk, releasing the rest of her grip feet-first, and rolled her hips as she let the pole escape from between the cheeks of her full ass. Solidly planting her feet, arching her back like a cat's, Emily shook her ass at the crowd before surging forward, pressing herself against the pole. The metal was cool between her bare breasts and against her thong-covered pussy, Emily gasping in pleasure as she crushed the pole further into her warmed flesh.
Spinning a full revolution around the pole, attached to it at the hips, Emily cast her eyes over the packed club, smiling lustily at the few who caught her attention. She had the largest number of patrons, easily double that of those watching either Crystal or Ariel on the other catwalks, and all of them followed her every movement. Turning her gaze beyond the dance floor as she leant her torso away from the pole, bending her back back enough to make a gymnast envious, Emily looked at the patrons at the club's bar, inviting them with half-lidded eyes to join her.
A businessman rose from the bar after her gaze had caught his, taking his flute of wine and shouldering his way through the crowd surrounding Emily's catwalk. A few patrons went to berate the businessman but shrunk back when he fixed his cold eyes on them and the drunk man seated at the end of the catwalk couldn't leave his chair fast enough when the businessman tapped him on the shoulder.
Emily tried not to falter when she felt the businessman's eyes on her, continuing her swivel kick, and dropped to her hands and knees, beginning to crawl along the catwalk. She ignored the men pressing on either side of the elevated platform, each trying to put at least a finger on her glistening flesh, and came to a halt in front of the businessman, straightening her torso and spreading her knees until her thighs were nearly flush with the surface of the catwalk.
"My Lord."
The high-born businessman let a small superior smile appear on his face when he heard Emily's words and rose from the chair, stepping forward to take hold of her chin. She moaned at the pressure and looked at the businessman in submission, whining as though she were an abandoned pet when he let go.
"Go to one of the backrooms. Wait for me there."
"My Lord? This is not that sort of..."
The businessman laughed, spreading his arms and turning to glance at the other two dancers and the few servers that could be seen.
"Of course it is. Now go."
Emily slowly stood, glancing towards the DJ and then the nearest bartender, before hurrying down the catwalk, collecting the schoolgirl uniform she'd worn at the start of the performance.
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The red light illuminating the room bounced off the mirrored walls, ending up being absorbed by the black fabric adorning the pieces of furniture. Emily was reclining on a sofa, a flute of wine held loosely in one hand, when the businessman entered the room. She wordlessly extended the flute and he took it, downing the wine in a single swallow as he began disrobing. Standing Emily crossed to his side, pressing herself against him as she took over the task of removing his clothing. With a lust-filled growl though the businessman pushed Emily back onto the sofa, sneering at the dishevelled woman as he tore the last garments from his body.
"On the bed slut."
Emily slid onto the bed, undoing her bra and taking it off as she spun to lie on her back. Tilting her hips as the businessman approached she squealed when he pulled her thong along the length of her toned legs, letting him enjoy the sight of her naked and open body. She laughed when he grabbed her legs, hauling her towards him, and bucked forward further, sighing as the motion made his length disappear into her. With a rapidly building pace the businessman began thrusting into her, spurred on by her moans and cries of pleasure, before a firm hand lashed out, encircling Emily's throat and strangling her voice.
The businessman's pace increased, a slightly confused expression starting to replace the cruel one he habitually wore, and his grip around Emily's throat tightened, the dancer squirming fitfully beneath him. With a gasp the businessman climaxed, his free hand racing up to grasp at his chest, and then he slowly toppled. Emily sucked in deep breaths as the hand that nearly killed her was removed, rolling to the far side of the bed and onto her hands and knees. She turned when a man stepped through the doorway, rubbing her throat and feeling the bruises beginning to form, and he looked down at the deceased businessman before turning his attention back to Emily, an open grin appearing on his face.
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