I said sure as i got into the floor in front of him. I started sucking him and about 30 seconds in I started stroking him cock with my tongue and lips...going up and down his shaft then swirling my tongue around his head and in his big hole. Between my saliva and his precum the slurping sloppy noise was as loud as his moan of fucking yeah oh fucking yeah. Then I felt a warm sensation hit my tongue as I rolled my tongue across his head then another warm wet feeling on my face all the way to the. Ive been working the pole for almost three years and Im still not tired of it. I love the looks men, and women too, give me while I dance. Desire. Need. Absolutely craving. Sometimes I give them what I want. Others I dont. One night in particular a man named who I later learned was named Ray caught my attention. There was something about the way he watched my hips sway and ass shake that made me hot. When he walked into the club I had just got onto the bar/stage where we girls dance. He watched. Suddenly, there was the rush of men entering the restroom. I heard a couple of giggles but no one actually made a comment about the pantyhose hanging from the ceiling vent or at the urinal. The pace of men entering the restroom began to dwindle and there was silence for a few minutes before the door opened again. I could make out that two men had entered the room. One of them laughed and said “What is this… pantyhose hanging from the ceiling?” He then noticed the pantyhose at the urinal as he. "It's all right Colin, I've arranged a little treat for you - a littlesomething to help you relax" he heard her voice say. The strange thing washer voice seemed to be coming from in front of him.He looked up to see her standing there although he could still feel thehands working his shoulders. He couldn't turn his head around enough to seewho was doing this to him and said nervously "Who ... what ... I thoughtthat nobody else was supposed to know about this - what will everyone say"."Relax.