She felt a great surge of power and self-confidence as she realised the grip she had over the crowd. She walked back towards the pole in the centre of...the stage, and taking hold with her right hand, swayed round the pole several times, before taking hold of it with both hands high above her head. She turned her back to the pole, arms still above her head, and slid down it, never taking her eyes off the audience.Standing up again, she took hold of the pole with both hands and swung round. " How about some popcorn, Mac?" Great, with butter," she added."What about a soda?" Make it a large Diet Pepsi."Waiting for our order, I looked around and saw there were very few people milling about. I slid my hand onto her left butt cheek and gave it a gentle yet firm squeeze.Mac glared at me and pulled my hand away."Patience, stud."The worker returned with our order, and we made our way to the auditorium. She led me to the center, near the back. We settled in our seats, and five minutes. His grip was firm, but gentle, the grip of a man who was confident and knew what he wanted, but was self-assured enough to not have to take it but would wait until it was freely offered. With a courtly bow above her hand, he stood at his full height, smiling to charm the young woman, and led her to the dance floor, staying on the edge to avoid the press of bodies toward the center. Taking her right hand in his left, and placing his right hand chastely on her waist while her left hand draped. He tells her that to make her more comfortable posing, he will get naked also. Alone in the studio with this ripped man and his manhood displaying his obvious desire for her, what happened next seemed perfectly natural. His kisses started with her lips and traveled the length of her perspiring body. When his tongue entered her sacred womanhood, she was lost in an uncontrollable need to please him as a model should, and to give back some of the pleasure he was giving her. Her lips burned his.