The Black Box

"Hi. My name is Eric, I'm the owner of the Black Box. I hope you're enjoying the show and having a good time."

"Oh, hi. Yeah, I'm enjoying ... um the show."

"First time here, I take it."

"Yes, I heard about back home. Now that I'm in Phoenix, I wanted to see if what I heard was true." she says nervously holding her martini. She looks up at the stage, where a straight couple are stripping.

"Tell me, If I wanted to get up there, and strip, would I be allowed?"

"Of course. That's what the Black Box is. A safe place for exhibitionists and voyeurs."

"And it's free?"

"It's free."

She watches the couple on stage for a second.

"Would I be able to give you a blow job up there?"

"Yes, but that costs money. Just a blow job, $100. More if you want more."

She sits back, thinking, and finishes her martini.

"I like that." She pauses, "And I just go up, what, when the stage is empty?"

"Yep. When you're ready, and the stage is empty."

"Yes, we have a wide selection to choose from, just ask the DJ over there before you go up."

"Thanks." 

I leave, and go wander the room, making sure that things are running smoothly and customers are happy. After a while, Bonnie gets me, and we go on stage. 'Rocket' by Beyonce starts playing.

Bonnie turns her ass to the audience, running her hands along her butt cheeks while gyrating to the rhythm of the music. She runs her hands up her sides, and turns around, her hands cupping her breasts.

She moves her hips to the the music, as her hands go down her stomach, down to her skirt, which she left ups an inch.

The crowd murmurs, a low hum that rises and falls with the beat. She exhales through her nose and bends forward, the top of her skirt sliding down her thighs. She lowers her dress straps off of her shoulders. She slowly lowers the dress, until it falls to the floor. The dress pools at her feet, leaving her in a black lace bra and matching panties. Her hips sway to the music, every movement drawing more hushed appreciation from the audience. 

She runs her hands up and down her newly exposed skin, timed to the music. She lifts her hands above her head, twirling and gyrating. The crowd responds with whistles and cat calls.

She moves her hands to her tits, cupping them before taking off her bra. Bonnie's body moves like she's been choreographing this moment her whole life—confident, deliberate, but not performative. It's like she's dancing just for herself, and you're all lucky enough to be watching. She lowers her hands to her panties, teasing pulling them off. The music swells as she peels the lace down her thighs, kicking them off with a subtle flick of her foot. Now completely bare, she turns to give the crowd a slow spin, letting them drink in every curve of her body. Her nipples pebble in the cool air of the club, her skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat as she sways to the beat. When she turns back to me, her gaze locks onto me with newfound intensity. She crooks a finger, beckoning you closer.

I step forward, as 'Rocket' is ending. Bonnie drops to her knees, and undoes my belt. The crowd's applause fades into the background as Bonnie's fingers work my belt open with practiced ease. Her hands tug my pants down just enough to free my growing erection. She inhales sharply, watching my cock spring free, already half-hard and twitching from watching her strip. Her fingers wrap around the base, squeezing gently as she looks up at me with half-lidded eyes.

"Just from watching me?" she asks, her voice barely audible over the ambient music and distant chatter of the club.

"Just from watching you."

She doesn't wait, she licks my cock from base to tip, and puts it in her mouth.

She pulls back just enough to swirl her tongue around the head before diving down again, her nose pressing into my pelvis. The wet sounds of her mouth working my cock echo in the quiet club. Every movement of her mouth and hands is slow, deliberate—like she's savoring every second, every taste of you. Her fingers dig into my ass, encouraging you to thrust, and you do, pushing gently into her mouth as she bobs her head in time with my hips.

The crowd has gone wild, watching with rapt attention as she services you. Bonnie doesn't care. Her hands slide around to my thighs, kneading the muscles there as she continues sucking you deep. You can feel her throat relaxing around you, accommodating my girth with effortless ease.

"Oh fuck! I'm going to cum!" I moan.

Bonnie pushes my cock all the way, pressing her nose against my crotch. She then pulls back, allowing me to fill her mouth with my seed.

The first pulse of cum hits the back of her throat, she fights the impulse to swallow. Another spurt follows, hot and thick, and she moans around your cock, her eyes fluttering as she holds my seed in her mouth. Her fingers still work between her thighs, rubbing frantically as she milks your orgasm with her mouth. Her hand strokes me slowly now, coaxing the last remnants of cum from me as she gazes up at me, her expression still flushed, her mouth still wrapped around the tip.

She pulls off, and leaves her mouth open to show me and the audience how much cum there is.

"Damn, girl. I'd let you do that again."

She swallows, and says "I just might come back and do this again."

We get dressed and exit the stage.