"Joanna Wylde - The Price of Pleasure" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wylde Joanna)

“What should I do, boys?” the woman called out loudly, flashing a broad grin at the
audience. Their crude suggestions rang through the crowded club.
The men were feeling wild tonight, Jax thought.
Laughing, she responded by yelling, “Well, then, what’s it worth to you? I think I
need some motivation!”
Instantly credits started raining down on the stage. Another woman, naked except
for a series of strategically-placed leather straps, started walking around leisurely,
bending over at the waist to pick them up. Apparently the men liked the view she gave
them, because another shower of credits came flying toward her.
“I can see you men know what you want…” the dancer called to the rowdy crowd.
“Fortunately, I’m a woman who knows how to give a man what he wants!”
With that, she rose a little on her knees and used her teeth to slowly draw down the
fastening on Daaron’s pants. The crowd roared again, growing louder as she paused
dramatically. Then she pulled the zipper all the way down with a flourish, freeing the
warrior’s enormous cock from the imprisoning fabric.
It stood out straight from his body, the head flushed red with excitement. Reaching
out delicately with her tongue, the woman swirled it around the helmet-shaped tip. The
warrior gasped, reaching one hand down to grip the back of the dancer’s head.
Encouraged by Daaron’s grasp, the woman slowly drew him into her mouth, then
pulled back teasingly.
As Jax watched with interest from his seat, Daaron gave out a groan, and tried to
pull the woman’s mouth back over him. She resisted, however, standing up instead.
Music with a slow, pulsing beat began to sound.
“Darling, I think we can give them a better show than that,” she said, looking to the
crowd for approval. The answering shouts from the crowd agreed with her. Turning
away from the man, she rotated her hips, then slowly started pulling at the skimpy little
sarong she wore around her hips.
“Take it off!” rang out a voice, and the crowd went wild. She winked broadly at the
audience, then slipped the sarong off, kicking it into the audience.
As Jax and the other men watched, she slowly dropped to her knees, facing the
audience and turning her back to the aroused male standing behind her. Her large
breasts strained against the confines of the brief band holding them. The crowd urged
her on as she removed the band and flicked her hardened nipples with her fingers. Then
she glanced flirtatiously up at the man standing behind her, and rubbed the back of her
head sensuously against his aroused penis. Daaron gasped audibly at the sensation.
Slowly leaning over toward the audience, the woman placed both hands firmly on
the stage, thrusting her round bottom up at the warrior.
Daaron didn’t need to be asked twice. Kneeling down behind her, he grasped his
cock in one hand, rubbing up and down its length several times. Then he lined himself
up against the woman’s moist cunt, pressing against her.
She looked out at the crowd and licked her lips, pushing gently back against him.
“Let’s give ‘em a show they won’t forget,” she said over her shoulder.
Daaron grunted in agreement, then grasped her waist with both of his broad hands.
Holding tightly, he thrust into her. The sensation must have been intense, because her
gasp was loud enough for Jax to hear it all the way across the room.
The music rose in volume, and the crowd quieted as Daaron pulled almost all the
way out of the woman, then slammed his cock back into her. She gave another cry, and
Daaron started pumping in time with the music. The dancer’s ass slapped back against
him, and her breathing grew fast. Daaron and the warriors in the audience weren’t the
only ones enjoying the show, Jax noticed with amusement. The dancer looked like she