Olga voluptuously bent, swaying her hips and wagging her ass, listening to the impressed audience applauding her in time with the music. The demonstration of her own body brought her into a special arousal, which she had never experienced before. It was incredibly pleasant with clothes to throw away any decency, completely surrendering to the power of their depraved desires. From time to time, turning into the hall, Olga met her eyes with one man, then with another man, and each such contact gave her indescribable emotions! She understood perfectly well: they were not just staring now at a naked woman who had lost all shame and decided to shine a shaved pussy in front of them. Watching a slutty bitch smooth her thighs, now and then putting her hands into the shamelessly opened crotch and with obvious pleasure touching the large brown petals gleaming in the light of the spotlights with bitchy secretions, each of these men saw in her an accessible female, fully ready to mating.

The idea to perform her own naked dance on stage came to her mind spontaneously. This impulse could not be attributed to alcohol: Olga did not drink a whole glass of champagne. She was driven by a real, sincere desire. Even in the restaurant, Alexey, before being stupefied, aroused her, but his present did not give Olga rest all the time. Wearing butt plug was pleasant not only physically. The very fact that she, wearing a very short tight dress without underwear, carries such a piquant toy in herself, incredibly disturbed her mind. Then the atmosphere of the strip club a lot added fuel to the fire of its excitement. And, finally, acquaintance with Vladimir, a mature, strong, attractive man, finally brought Olga to the degree beyond which she had neither the ability nor the desire to resist and restrain her sexual impulses.

Club dancers were significantly younger than Olga. For the most part, they looked flawless in terms of the tastes that foreign cinema, gloss and the immense pornography industry imposed on men. Olga did not have silicone breasts, enlarged by injection of lips and contact lenses of an unnaturally green color. However, this did not prevent her from being a very attractive woman: fit, slim, with beautiful legs, with a sensual, not at all spoiled by the birth of the breast. But the external data was not at all impressive for the numerous guests of the club, who, distracted from the hookah and alcohol, were looking at the stage with genuine interest.

Ordinary strippers for many regulars of such establishments were just a pleasant background, beautiful design of the evening and nothing more. The girls themselves, dancing on the stage, overwhelmingly only formally worked out their number and hurried down to the hall for tips and privates. Even having retired to one of the guests in a separate booth, many of the workers in this seemingly very attractive and seductive industry tried only to squeeze out of the client a maximum of cash, with a minimum of effort. If the man was modest and not too demanding, the dancer could not even undress in front of him completely, having received, however, a considerable sum of money. The priority of the pole workers was not quality, but quantity. The hackneyed saying “time is money” worked fine here too. Experienced strips were able at first glance to determine the prospects of a particular client, and allowed their arsenal of mock seduction, as a rule, to the most monetary guests. In short, the girls were at work. Their only official task was to obtain the highest possible material benefit.Neither the soul nor the body, none of them participated in what was happening.

Olga, who came to the club as a guest, was completely different from regular dancers. She did not have a nurse's suit, she did not sit on the splits and did not perform half-circus tricks on a pole. But she undressed naked, barely on the stage, and began to openly caress herself in the most intimate places. And she did it with such genuine pleasure that she could not but arouse sympathy of a completely certain sense in all men present in the club. By the middle of the song, her hands shifted from stroking and caressing movements to frankly penetrating. In the hall, they whistled, cried out delightedly, with delighted interjections, only more and more stirring up its already considerable enthusiasm. And when she took the base of the cork with two fingers and slowly pulled out a drop-shaped shiny toy, the hall stopped in a tumultuous ovation! Olga turned to face the public. Men devoured her eyes. There was no indifferent. Everyone wanted this shameless fuck! And with genuine pleasure she licked the cork she had just taken out of her own ass, rubbing her clitoris from extreme excitement with the fingers of her other hand, knowing with incredible pride and satisfaction that she had just fucked two dozen unfamiliar men. Thinking that she had so much fuck at the same time, Olga finally experienced such a long-awaited sexual ecstasy.

Becoming Alexey's mistress, Olga discovered stormy, long and incredibly bright orgasms. But now Olga has experienced completely new emotions for her, it is extremely appropriate to supplement the purely physical pleasure. It was incredibly pleasant to finish in front of so many outsiders. Standing in the same stockings and selflessly rubbing the palm between her legs in front of a whole hall of men, Olga was herself, more than ever! Here and now she did not play any of the long-tired roles. In this dizzying moment, there was no need to pretend to anyone to meet anyone's expectations. Her own desires completely coincided with what the local environment expected of her. Unlike cynical professional women from the sphere of men's entertainment, Olga behaved in no way at all, but on the contrary, as natural as possible. Having voluntarily undressed in front of these men, she exposed not only her body, but also extremely convincingly demonstrated to all those present her essence, which had opened up to herself not so long ago. Before the men cheering with delight there was not a mother, not a wife, not an employee or even a citizen of the country. Now on stage, she trembled, bringing herself to a powerful clitoral orgasm, a real fucking ...

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Entirely absorbed in the feelings she had just experienced, Olga hardly remembered how, after the song was over, she left the stage. It seems that the same pliable administrative girl helped her. Next to the DJ console was a small fence. Olga got dressed behind her and proceeded on her still unsteady legs to the table where Alexander and Vladimir were sitting at. Along the way, she heard the host of the show-program crumble in some silly, banal compliments, and the club guests continue to applaud.

Apparently, her short but very informative and emotional performance impressed both the visitors and the administration of the establishment. When Olga came to the table, two waitresses immediately appeared right next to him. One had a tray with a bottle of champagne, the other held a bouquet of roses.

- For your performance, our club gives you a club VIP card! - the first waitress happily proclaimed, putting champagne on the table and handing Olga a brilliant plastic “gold” card with the image of the silhouette of a girl dancing at a pole.

- And this beautiful bouquet is from your new fans! - said the second.

Olga looked in the direction indicated by the waitress. At one of the tables sat a company of four guys about twenty-five, in appearance - young clerks.Those showed outstretched thumbs. Olga smiled at them and waved her hand. Man's attention, albeit quite banal, she was pleased, especially considering how exactly she aroused the sympathy of young people.

Olga sat in her seat on the couch. Vladimir was the first to speak.

- Olenka! Let me, as a guest of your city, express my deep ...