Title: Dancer
Author: banlu
Date written: July 13, 2005

Rating: NC-17

Category: V, A

Spoilers: '3"

Summary: Watching the watcher.

Archive:  *DO NOT ARCHIVE* to ephemeral, Gossamer; 
Already there. Anyone else, please ask.  
I like to know it's gone to a nice home.

Comments: Written for Fandomonium's Voyeur Challenge

Disclaimer: No matter how hard I wish, they aren't mine, 
aren't mine, aren't mine...

Thanks: To mims for taking the time to beta for me

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Dancer
by banlu


I watch him watch me as I dance.

I watch his eyes flick over my body.  His face is passive, 
his body relaxed as he sprawls in the chair which is 
sideways to the table.  His right arm is stretched across 
the top, a bottle of beer in his hand.  His left hand rests 
on his thigh.  His eyes don't leave me as he takes a drink 
from the beer then returns it to the same spot on the 
table.

He's such a handsome man.  Short dark hair that's a bit 
disheveled, clean, square jaw, beautiful lips that make me 
a bit jealous of the beer bottle as he takes another swig.  
His nose is a little big, but it has a nice shape.  And he 
has strong brows which frame the intense eyes that never 
leave my body.

As I begin a turn, those eyes lock onto my ass and are 
still there when I finish it.  I lean over and shake, 
drawing his attention to my cleavage, then straighten and 
cock a hip at him.  His eyes dart down and then up again.  
I slowly run my hand from my throat to my belly, and I see 
his gaze follow it.  Good.  I can make him look wherever I 
want.  I do another spin as a test, stopping sideways to 
him, torso twisted so he can choose between my tits or my 
ass.

He chooses my ass.

So he's an ass man.  I wiggle mine at him, bending over 
just enough to make my short-shorts ride up.  I know that 
got him because he loosens the dark tie knotted around his 
throat and lifts the bottle once more, his eyes never 
leaving me.

He's wearing a dark suit that's a little big on him.  His 
suit coat hangs open, showing off a lean belly under a 
neatly tucked white shirt.  I look down at his shoes and 
see dusty black wingtips.  One of his pant legs is hiked up 
enough to expose a bit of skin above his dark sock, which 
covers a surprisingly skinny ankle.  I can't decide if he 
really has big feet, or if they just look big in relation 
to his ankles.  His hands seem average, but that nose may 
mean something.  The thought makes me grin to myself.

I continue my strip, slowly pulling off my top while 
grinding my hips.  Then I take off the short-shorts until 
I'm wearing only a thong and the skimpiest of bras.  I know 
I'm really getting to him because, even though his face is 
still blank, he undoes the top button of his shirt and 
pulls it open.

I turn my back to him, bend over and look between my legs.  
His eyes are locked on my crotch and he's stroking his 
thigh.  Just with his fingers.  The heel of his hand never 
moves from its place.  I now know I'll never get more of a 
reaction from him because he's seen it all before.

He raises his hand and signals the waitress for another 
bottle of beer.

I'm on the floor now, undulating and spreading my legs, 
teasing the audience before I take off the last of my 
clothes.  But I'm dancing only for him.  It's the middle of 
a weekday afternoon and the club is empty except for a 
couple of regulars and this man.  I know the regulars like 
my tits, so I'm enjoying showing off my ass.  It breaks up 
the routine.

The club's on the way to the airport, so a lot of 
businessmen stop by.  Since most states don't allow 
complete nudity, we get all kinds of men here.  For many, 
it's the only chance to see a show like this.  For others, 
it's just a beer while they're killing time.

Like this dark, handsome man before me.

I've taken off my top to the approval of the boob men and 
am working my ass.  As I slip my thumbs under the string of 
my thong, I think that some men are boob men, some leg men, 
and others ass men.  But they all turn into cunt men when I 
show them my pussy.

I'm still on the floor as I slip off my thong.  I keep my 
legs together and my crotch hidden as I spin around, and 
then I stop directly in front of my latest admirer and 
spread my legs.  His eyes widen, and then he looks away, a 
hand going to his tie.  I'm shocked by his reaction. 

Then I notice that he's actually fingering something under 
his collar.  I see a flash of gold chain and look back at 
his face to find him staring into my eyes.  He holds my 
gaze for a moment, then flicks his eyes to my hair before 
he looks away again.  I suddenly feel naked and close my 
legs.

He takes one last swig of his beer, then goes for his 
wallet while he stands up.  I glimpse the butt of a gun 
when his coat opens and watch him throw several bills on 
the table.  He turns and leaves without looking back at me.

Walking off the stage, I wonder what happened.  I'd seen 
him come in during Crystal's show, and when she'd spread 
her legs he hadn't batted an eye.  It could be because 
she's a blonde and I'm a natural redhead.  I tend to get 
all sorts of reactions because a lot of guys fantasize 
about redheads.

But I remember what I saw in his eyes when he looked into 
mine.  There was so much pain and longing there.  It makes 
me think the woman he lost must have been a redhead, too.

end