Back in the dressing room, I slumped onto the couch, a satisfied smile on my face. I had done it again - ensnared another man in my web of seduction.
The dressing room was filled with the buzz of performers getting ready for their next acts, the air thick with the smell of perfume and the sound of laughter. My colleague, a busty redhead named Ruby, gave me a friendly nod as I put on my clothes.
"Luna," Ruby whispered standing outside my private dressing . "That was a killer performance. Everyone's talking about you."
"Thank you, darling," I replied, striking a sultry pose in the mirror. "But you know the rules. No real names backstage."
"Right, sorry." Ruby gave me an apologetic smile. "So, Moon, any juicy gossip from tonight?"
I raised an eyebrow, my lips curving into a mischievous grin. "Well, let's just say there's a lucky gentleman waiting for me in Room 7 right now."
"Nice performance, Luna ," she said, winking at me.
I smiled and replied, "Call me moon inside of here, Ruby."
As I pulled off my red wig and shook out my platinum blonde hair, Ruby glanced at her watch.
"I'm up next," Ruby said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "See you later, Luna."
With a wave of her hand, she slipped out of the dressing room and onto the stage, leaving me to finish getting ready.
I removed my cat mask, carefully setting it down on the vanity. As I stared at my reflection, I couldn't help but appreciate my natural beauty. My high cheekbones and full lips were the envy of many, and my long, wavy blonde hair was a striking contrast to my dark stage persona.
Picking up a brush, I ran it through my hair, smoothing out the tangles and I wore my red wig again.
With the red wig now in place, I slipped on a slinky black gown that clung to my curves in all the right places. My fingers were a blur as I quickly pulled on the mask, transforming back into the mysterious and alluring "Moon" once more.
Picking up a small bottle of perfume from my vanity, I sprayed a delicate mist around my neck and wrists, the scent a heady mix of jasmine and musk.
I checked my appearance in the mirror, my eyes dancing with a mischievous glint as I adjusted my mask and picked up my purse.
I checked my reflection one last time, ensuring that every detail was perfect. Satisfied with what I saw, I strode confidently out of the dressing room and into the hallway, my heels clicking rhythmically against the hardwood floors.
I made my way towards Room 7, my mind already spinning with all the ways I would tease and tantalize my lucky guest. I knew how to play the game, and tonight, I was ready to win.
(Outside The hotel room)
I knocked on the door, my heart racing with nervous excitement. When I heard footsteps approaching, I took a deep breath and steeled myself for what was to come.
The door opened to reveal a man wearing nothing but a wet bathrobe, his skin glistening in the dim light. A cigarette dangled from his lips, and a smirk played on his face. I knew in an instant that I had chosen well for my evening's entertainment.
My pussy clenched as I stepped into the room, feeling his eyes on me as I sauntered over to the small table couch where he sat.
The hotel room was small but elegant, with a queen-sized bed dominating one wall and a simple, sleek couch placed against the other. The bed was covered in crisp, white sheets, while the couch was covered in a rich, dark blue fabric.
The man watched me as I approached, his eyes roaming over my body, taking in my every curve. The heat of his gaze made me flush, and I knew that tonight, I would be the one in control.
I sank down onto the couch next to him, my thigh brushing against his as I leaned in close.
"Good evening, handsome," I purred, sliding into the seat next to him. "I'm glad you decided to join me tonight."
The man took a long drag of his cigarette, his eyes locked on mine. He exhaled slowly, the smoke curling around us like a seductive mist.
"I'm glad I came, too," he replied, his voice low and smooth. "You're even more beautiful in person than I could have imagined, even In mask"
"Flattery will get you everywhere, darling," I teased, leaning in close to him.
The man uncorked a bottle of wine, pouring two glasses before handing one to me. He took a slow sip, his eyes never leaving my face.
"Why won't you take off your mask?" he asked, his tone curious.
"It's against the rules," I replied, a playful smile on my lips. "But I promise, you won't be disappointed."
He smirked, finishing his glass of wine in a single gulp. "In that case, let's get started. I heard you are the best so show me how good you are"
I downed my own wine, my body filled with anticipation. I saw this as a challenge and I have to prove him wrong.
With a smirk of my own, I moved closer to the man. My fingers lightly traced the outline of his bathrobe before I tugged the knot free. The robe fell open, revealing his muscular body encased in a pair of silk boxers.
"You're in for a treat, darling," I whispered, my gaze riveted on his boxer-clad form. "Let me take care of you first."
I slid my fingers under the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down to reveal his erect member. It stood proud and ready, and I couldn't help but smile at the sight.
"Nine inches," I murmured appreciatively, running my fingers along the length of his member. "It's been too long since I've had a man as well-endowed as you."
My hands gently caressed his shaft, teasing and tantalizing. The man let out a low groan of pleasure, his eyes half-lidded with desire.
"I'm tired of small dicks, too," I continued, my voice breathy and seductive. "But you...you're going to give me exactly what I want."
I leaned forward, my lips inches from the tip of his cock. "And what I want right now," I said, my voice husky with desire, "is to show you just how skilled I am."
With that, I took the head of his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the sensitive tip. He let out a gasp of pleasure, his hands tangling in my hair as I began to bob my head up and down, taking more of him into my mouth with each pass.
I eagerly licked the head of his manhood, relishing the salty taste of his precum as I sucked him deeply. I worked my mouth hungrily over his shaft, bobbing my head back and forth in a frenzied rhythm. I was eager to please, lost in the sinful pleasure of the act. I was his harlot, his plaything, and I embraced that role with abandon.