But today, something shifted. She followed, her heart pounding, her body aching, her mind racing with a mix of fear and excitement. She could feel his hardness, hot and insistent, against her thigh. “Fuck, you taste good,” he murmured, before pushing her back onto the stage. Once inside the club, he looked at her and told her to get on stage and start, he would relieve her in a moment. And she wouldn’t have it any other way. “I’m Marcus. Her pussy throbbed, her body aching with a need she could no longer ignore. Come on in, sweetheart. She saw the bookstore, the live sex shows advertised in bold, neon letters. It’s time for the main event.” She opened her eyes, her breath hitching as she saw him step onto the stage, his body moving with a predatory grace. He thrust two fingers into her, rough and fast, curling them to hit her G-spot. She drove to the bookstore, her hands slick with sweat on the steering wheel.
