Kinky Girls Do ~ Bundle Two

An erotic short story collection by

Your Attention Please © copyright 2007, 2013
by Michelle Houston

Tied With A Bow © copyright 2010 by Michelle
Houston

A Passion For Learning © copyright 2010 by
Michelle Houston

Chasing Her Dream © copyright 2007, 2013 by
Michelle Houston

Cover art © 2013 Michelle Lee

Edited by Jenna Byrnes and D Musgrave

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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 different, and
she had learned to play up to what worked with each. Lifting her
hands to her hair, she let the tresses slowly fall between them,
fluttering around her face and shoulders.

Again their gazes met, and even from across
the room Angela could see the fire in Darren's eyes. He appeared
calm and collected, but she knew the beast within him was tightly
leashed, waiting to spring free. She shuddered at the delicious
knowledge of what was to come.

Grabbing the pole, Angela spun around it,
her thong pulling tightly against her pussy. As soon as her heels
touched the stage, she bent over and shook her ass, watching for
cues from between her legs. Spotting a bill being waved at her, she
stood up, running her hands up the back of her legs and over her
ass. Pivoting on one foot, Angela strutted across the stage and
crouched. The five slipped into her garter. Smiling at the balding
man who gingerly brushed the back of his hand against her skin, she
leaned forward, her lace-covered breasts a breath from his face.
His eyes almost crossed and she smiled. She loved this. Despite
making a good living, it was the attention that made stripping
perfect for her.

Dropping back onto her hands, she thrust her
barely covered crotch into the balding man's face. Eyes wide, he
slipped another bill into her garter. As he moved back, Angela
gracefully flipped herself upright, grateful as always for years of
martial arts training.

Spotting her stool on the corner of the
stage, she worked her way to it and pulled it to the center, while
dancing around it and subtly loosening the ties on the top half of
her gown. Climbing up, she hooked her feet around the legs, grabbed
the back of the set, and arched. Breasts straining against the lace
covering them, she wiggled to loosen the ties, and then relaxed,
dropping back to a normal sitting posture.

Parting her legs, while leaving her feet
still anchored, she ran a hand over her body, and treading on thin
ice, she rubbed it over her crotch, just enough to tempt but not
enough to push the obscenity laws and get the club fined.

Pumping her hips, she gave allusions to
masturbating, and then allowed her hand to drop to the stool.

Curling her fingers over the hard wood, she
arched again, feeling the gown burst open, baring her whole body to
the audience's view. Sliding carefully and with a sinuous grace off
of the stool, she caught her lace confection between her body and
the edge of the stool and slid free of it. Shifting to her knees,
she tossed gracefully towards the back of the stage, and crawled to
the front edge.

She could feel her pulse racing. Adrenaline
surged through her as her gaze flicked across the room again to
meet Darren's. His lips curved into a shape with which she was
intimately familiar. She was pushing all his buttons. The animal
within him was breaking free and she was to be dinner. She would
have purred if she could.

The second song ended and slipped right into
the third. Hard, pulsating music blasted over the sound system. The
deep bass pounded into her. Her pussy clenched in need. Four
minutes to go and she would head backstage. Four more minutes, and
he would be there waiting for her. She would be his. But now, her
audience demanded her attention.

Reaching her destination, she stood and
caressed her body, her hands running lightly over her stomach down
to the band of her thong and pulled the material up into the wet
folds of her pussy. Angela's lips parted for the delicate lace,
allowing it to slide against her throbbing clit. Those close to the
stage could see her juices glistening on her inner thighs.

Several people held up money, eager to catch
a glimpse of her pussy up close. Stepping over to them, the thin
material rubbing deliciously between her lips, Angela crouched
down. Those putting money into her garter could smell her sweat and
essence combining into a musky tang all her own. One daring woman
leaned forward, her clothing brushing against Angela's leg, as she
slid a bill into the thin strap of the g-string that curved around
her hip. The woman's nostrils flared as she inhaled deeply, before
she moved back.