Dancing around, she shook her ass for the whole audience, hypnotizing me along with probably everyone else in the club. Some admirers started clamoring against one another to touch her and started waving bills around. But Spencer kept looking at me from the corner of her eye, and then she took off that short white blouse and threw it into the audience, where a few horny people grabbed for it.

Up front style. Ready to attack now.
Pull in the parking lot slow with the lack down.
Convicts got the whole thing packed
Step in the club. The wardrobe intact now.
I feel it. Go on and crack now.
Ooh, I see it. Don’t let back now.
Im’a call her. Then I put the mack down.
Money? No problem. Pocket full of that now.

I feel you creepin’, I can see you from my shadow.
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo.
Maybe go to my place and just kick it, like Taebo.

She then took off her skirt and threw that into my lap, grinning at me.

I was transfixed by her; I couldn’t even think straight. Striking a few suggestive poses,

She then popped the clasp off her bra and cupper her breasts before slowly flashing them to everyone.

This drew a howl from the audience.  She then pretended to be fucking an imaginary lover on stage; bucking her hips into the air rapidly. I thought I would die.  Suddenly she grabbed her rope and swung it around ; it was a lasso. Then she tossed it around me suddenly and pulled on it tightly, drawing me up to the stage. She reeled me onto the stage and pushed me down on all fours, and then climbed on top of me!

She began to slide up and down my back, acting as if she was riding me like a horse.

The audience screamed in excitement; some people looked like they wanted to be her horse too.

And possibly bend you over.
Look back and watch me
smack that, all on the floor,
smack that, give me some more,
smack that, ’till you get sore
smack that, oooh.
smack that, all on the floor,
smack that, give me some more,
smack that, ’till you get sore,
smack that, oooh.

She would give my ass a good slap every time the words ‘smack that’ came blasting over the speakers.  Then she got up on the pole and stuck her ass out for members of the audience to run over. Some even stuck bills in the waistband of her panties even though she was just an amateur. Once the song ended, people clapped and cheered enthusiastically. “Not bad, Ms. Carlin!” said the announcer. “Unfortunately, it doesn’t look like Ms. Carlin’s single though, folks.” Spencer was dragging me off stage with her.  A woman came over to congratulate Spencer on a good job. “Nice going there, hon. With a little more training you’d make a great act here.” Spencer blushed. “Uh, sorry, but I’m not looking to do this as a job.” She said. “You better not.” I said grimly. “Well tell me if you change your mind.” Said the woman. “The back rooms are open if you two plan on going there.” Spencer pulled me into one and shut the door, grinning. “So, what’d you think, Ash?” she asked. I sat down on the couch, looking her up and down. “I think…that was fucking hot. But I don’t want my girlfriend to ever strip at another club again. I don’t like the idea of others getting to touch your goods.” I said. Spencer laughed and straddled me, caressing my face. “Jealous, Ashley?” “Mmmhmm..” I growled. “You’re mine, Spencer. All mine.” I put my arms around her and attempted to roll her over on her back so I could take her right now in this place; I was so turned on by her little striptease, even though I didn’t like how she had been on display for other people as well.