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The Dance
Date: 7/23/2015, Categories: Seduction, Author: henrygatewood, Rating: 17, Source: LushStories
perfume and young sweat until I reach the ground level. A bouncer nods deferentially as he opens the door for me and I head out into the club. The main floor is scattered with dozens of round tables, all occupied, and among them there now flows a tide of female loveliness wearing enough combined clothing to make a small pair of gloves. The familiar ritual ensues. Men are led off, one-by-one, to the stairs leading up to the main balcony level. There are little booths up there, half-enclosed, patrolled by burly and humourless men with security badges. Booths where money changes hands. Booths where men sit motionless in deep chairs while women strip and tease them with their bodies. The shame and the indignity of it appals me. The sense of utter powerlessness and vulnerability. It must be terrible. Why on earth would a man go through all that just to see a woman take off her clothes? You appear to feel the same, I notice, as I watch you again. A parade of stunning women approach you and are each politely declined. You want both less and more than they can offer you. You came here seeking something you can't quite define and haven't yet found, compelled by a dark hunger you don't fully understand. I am here for much the same reason. I circle the large room, smiling at a few punters but ignoring their beckoning glances. I approach your table, choosing a course that will keep me in your line of sight for as long as possible before I pass by. From the corner of my eye I see you ...