“Okay,” he said, his face hidden in the dark. “Strip down. I want to see it all.”

With trembling fingers, Natalie began to undo the tiny pearl buttons of her silk blouse.

“What’s your stage name going to be?” As she threw off her blouse, Rocky stepped right up to the foot of the stage, so close she smelled a whiff of his spicy aftershave. It made her knees tremble. Her skirt dropped to the floor.

Stage name? She hadn’t thought about one. What should she call herself? Something strong, but feminine, too.

“Is Amazon Rose okay?” she asked as she unfastened her bra and let it slowly slip to the stage.

Rocky groaned. “God, babe. Call yourself whatever you want. You look good enough to eat.”

Suddenly confident, Natalie grinned at him. “Lookee, no touchee.” She lifted her breasts with her hands, bent forward and shook them. Her stiff nipples were inches from his face. “Remember, Rocky. Lookee but no touchee.”

He groaned again and she laughed. She straightened up and clasped her hands behind her neck thrusting her breasts forward. She’d brushed her areolas with the barest hint of pink glitter before she left home. Now they sparkled in the light. She twisted back and forth showing off her breasts. They bounced like ripe tomatoes, firm and full. Edible.

Then she tilted her pelvis forward until her thick patch of pubic hair almost tickled his nose. She watched him lean close and breathe in deeply. The bulge in his black jeans was well defined now. The guy was definitely loaded.

When Rocky finally glanced up, she spun around on her high heels so her ass was right in his face. She bent forward until her long hair swept the stage and studied him between her legs. “How’s this?”

He didn’t say a word. He was too busy staring at her wide-open butt crack. She watched his dick harden even more. He was going to hurt himself if he didn’t unzip his fly pretty soon.

“Do it, Rocky,” she whispered. “Let me see what you’ve got.”

“No.” He groaned. “I can’t. It’s against the rules.”

“Aw, come on, Rocky. Show me.”

He blew out a huge breath. “Okay.” He had his pants open almost before she stood up again. She turned around to face him. His uncircumcised cock gleamed in the dim room as if he’d used a little glitter on it, too. She squatted.

“Touchee?” she cooed.