Tallulah Rocks Angel

Tallulah means "leaping water,"

The name is believed to have originated from the Choctaw language, meaning "leaping water" or "waterfall." It is a name that is both symbolic and spiritual, representing the power and beauty of nature.

I am Tallulah, I'm nineteen and I work at a men's club where I strip and dance the pole. My body is a work of art, every inch of me is crafted to perfection. My love for movement and dance is why I am here, living this life. A path to lead me on my journey to find where I belong and who I am.

The club, Sextra's, is full of an intoxicating scent of lust and sweat as if the very air itself was alive with the passion that filled every corner. Lights dance across the stage, casting a sinuous glow over the bodies of the dancers as they move with fluidity and grace.

I arrive at the club, my bag heavy with my stage clothes, things I had prepared for this coming week of performances. Pausing at the entrance, I take a deep breath and let the atmosphere wash over me. This is my domain, my stage. No matter how many times I performed here the thrill never faded. As I made my way through the crowd, nodding politely to admirers and acquaintances, I felt eyes on me.

Always eyes on me, it was part of the price I paid for being the best, youngest and most sought-after dancer in the club. I ignore them, focusing instead on my destination, my dressing room.

Once there, I prepare for my show, slipping out of my plain clothes and into the sleek, form-fitting black lace bra and knickers that were part of my stage ensemble. The dress was next, its long, flowing fabric sliding over my body like a second skin. I finish with a lace shawl, wrapping it around my shoulders like a veil of mystery.

As I sat in the dressing room adjusting my costume one last time, I couldn't help but wonder about Angel. He is always here, in the corner of my eye, watching me perform with an intensity that makes my heart race. Tonight, I'd decided would be the night that I would give him a show he would never forget.

Waiting for my cue as my song begins I step out into the main area of the club. The music pulses through me, driving my movements as I move onto the stage. The spotlight finds me almost immediately, bathing me in its warm glow. I start to move with my body swaying to the rhythm, my hips undulating in a hypnotic dance. My eyes flick to the corner of the room, where I knew Angel was sitting and I felt a shiver of anticipation run down my spine seeing he was there, watching me.

Moving to the centre of the stage, I start my sultry striptease. Slowly peeling off my dress, letting it slide down my body like water would pour, forming a small mound at my feet like a puddle. Sexily lifting my legs over it, I move to the edge of the stage. Throwing my head around to whip my hair behind me. Dropping to my knees as I stretch myself backwards, to arch my back and thrust my body into the air. As I lift myself, my breasts fall forward from the deep arch I create, the swells falling slightly from my bra, only the tiny fabric of it holding them within. Pushing my hands over my swells I thrust erotically to the beat.

Lifting to my feet, I strut along the stage my body moving sassily with each stride. As I shake my body I scan the crowd of men before me. I glance at their eager faces, getting a naughty urge deep within me. Pulling a man from the crowd, onto the stage by his tie, I take hold of him as I lift my right leg and rest my heel on his shoulder. Holding his head as I grip his hair, thrusting my groin into his face. Pushing my laced-covered pussy to his mouth as his hands move to hold my buttocks. He squeezes them hard in his hands, groaning as he pushes his face into my knickers. I feel him open his mouth and start licking through the lace, his tongue takes me by surprise with its sudden wet warmth, making me shudder. He licks me again, this time I push his head back, lifting his face to mine as I kiss him hard. As I pull away I whisper in his ear.

"Take off my stockings." my voice is soft yet demanding.

Licking his ear I move my hand to his shoulder to steady myself as I wait for him to obey. Feeling his hands leave my bottom he slides them around my hips to my raised thigh. Glancing over to where Angel was, I was shocked to see him standing at the edge of the stage, leaning against it with his fists clenched. His demeanour was that of a lion ready to pounce on its prey, preparing to make a kill, he looked fierce.

A surge of energy rushes through me knowing I have made him react. Looking down at the man who is sliding his hands down my calf, his eyes wide and hungry. Knowing I had Angel's attention made me eager to fulfil my plan. As the man reaches my ankle he removes my heeled shoe and pulls off the last of my stocking. He moves my foot to his mouth, sucking my toes as his hand moves up my leg to touch me further. Surprised, I pull my foot back, kicking him playfully as I back away from him.

Standing with my legs wide, I bend down and slide my hands along the back of my left leg. Pushing down my stocking slowly before removing it from my foot, tossing it to the man who stood only inches from me. I nod to the bouncer who is standing at the edge of the stage, watching the man. Seeing me give the signal, he removes the man from the stage and ushers him back to his seat. I continue with my show, resuming my dancing in time with the music.

Turning my back to the crowd I start unfastening my bra. Unhooking the clasp, letting the straps fall as I remove it, holding it above my head and swinging it around. My other arm across my chest to hide my bosom for now. Peering over my shoulder, I can see Angel has returned to his seat, watching me once again. Turning to face the crowd with my arm still across my bosom, the other swinging my bra in a circular motion as I walk fast to the edge of the stage, throwing my bra into the hungry crowd.

Watching briefly as the men scramble to grab it, they push and shove each other out of the way.

As this commotion continues I spin and bend over, putting my hands on the back of my knees to pull my body down. Raising my bottom into the air I shake it fast, twerking it rapidly, feeling the ripples of my cheeks vibrating vigorously. This motion also shakes my now free breasts which happily vibrate and sway from my vibrations. Swooping my body forward in a sultry arch, I take hold of my knickers elastic waistband and hook my fingers firmly around the thin strap. Taking a deep breath, I pull hard as I raise my body fast. The firm yank as I move makes the fabric snap, letting it fall from my body.

Facing the backdrop with my back to the crowd, I drop my hands to my sides, holding the torn shards of fabric that used to be my knickers. Pausing a moment I make them wait, letting them enjoy my naked body. I stand motionless with my naked back and buttocks facing them. The lights dim over me illuminating my flesh as the crowd falls silent, and the song ends. Darkness falls across the club letting me know this was it, the moment I was going to show Angel just who Tallulah was, the moment I would show him exactly what I wanted.

Taking a long breath, I wait for my cue. As I hear my next song begin along with the gradual increase of the lights over the stage, casting a sexual red glow around me, I slowly turn and face the crowd who are all watching me. Standing before them, I am completely naked. I stand facing them with my legs shoulder width apart, my hands by my sides as I watch them take in my body. I can see the shock on their faces. I am the first dancer to stand on the stage completely naked.

Usually, dancers kept their knickers on, wearing a thong or g-string. Some even wore nipple tassels or nipple stickers as well, not wanting to display everything. Previously I had done this too, though I knew tonight I had to make this performance special, in the hope of seducing Angel.

In all of a second that passed from turning around and standing before them, the entire club is focused on the stage. Even the other dancers have stopped to watch me. As the music picks up the beat. My body is glistening with sweat as I move sensually across the stage, dancing and teasing them as I dare to get close to the edge, their hands stretching out to touch me. Their eyes follow my every move, with their hungry gazes devouring every inch of my body. With each passing second my dance becomes more provocative and displays my body in many angles and spins.

My nakedness is masked by the beauty of my movements, each step, stretch and spin displays my body in a fluid sensual manner. My gaze is drawn to the corner, flicking my hair seductively as I turn my body and move around the stage, my body is bathed in the warm lights and the red glow makes it feel very erotic. The crowd continue cheering with whistles and calling for more, their lustful energy fills the air. I keep catching Angel's eye, making my heart race as I dance.

Picking up the shawl from the floor, I dance seductively as I swirl it around and pull it across my body. The noise of the crowd surrounds me as I pull it between my legs, tugging it back and forth as if making love to it. With a little smirk on my face, I turn to my pole and drop the shawl as I begin my erotic pole dance.

This is the highlight of my performance, my special added feature. I had made the routine extra long to seduce Angel. After months of longing and wanting him to make a move, I wanted to test his resolve and see if he could truly resist me after this. I move with fluidity and power, grinding my hips against the pole, my breasts swing freely slapping against it as I spin and contort my body in time with the music.

My dance a study of sensuality, a masterclass in control, the choreography so I could enhance my body while luring in those who watched me. I could see the men in the crowd becoming more and more aroused, their rowdy chants filling my ears sending a thrill of pleasure through me.

They want me, they all want to touch and have me, but they can't. This was my domain, my playground. I am the Queen of the Pole, and tonight I intend on giving them all even more of a shock, something to make them all gasp in disbelief. With each seductive move, each breathless spin, I draw them deeper into my world. My body arches and contorts, my muscles strain against the limits of my flesh. As the music reaches its climax, so do I.

With one final breathtaking move, I soar through the air as my body becomes one with the pole. The crowd erupts once more, their cheers echoing off the walls. Now at the top of the pole with my legs wrapped around it as I let go with my arms. Leaning back I curve my body around the pole as I grip it tightly between my thighs. My hands lift me and hold me up while I open my legs, extending them out from my body. Holding still a moment, I then let myself fall, slowly sliding down while I open my legs and spread them wide. I stop halfway down the pole and swing them around, flipping my body around the pole before opening them wide once more.

Moving my hand over my slit I start rubbing it slowly in time with the music. Hooking my left leg around the pole as I hold myself steady and take hold of the pole with my left hand. Extending my right leg so I am spread wide my right hand resumes rubbing my wet lips, parting them as I buck into my fingers, pushing them deep inside. Spread wide while holding the pole, with my fingers buried deep within me, I glance over at Angel, he was staring at me, meeting his stare I thrust my fingers hard into myself. Moving them in and out rapidly as I rub my palm against my clitoris, my excitement builds as I keep my stare on Angel.

I could feel the rush of energy as it surges through my body making me gasp and stretch. Pinching my clitoris, squeezing it hard as I twitch and spasm against the pole. I could feel my excitement brimming, knowing I was nearly ready to climax from my touch. My excited cream coats my fingers as I pull them from me. I moan erotically as I let myself drop to the stage, bucking wildly against the pole as I slide. As I descend the pole I leave a trail of my cream along the surface.

Reaching the stage I roll away from the pole rolling onto my back as I spread myself. Bucking my body against my fingers as I push them back in deep, hard fast thrusts while my other hand pulls on my nipples, squeezing my breasts while arching my back. Breathing heavily while on my back with my legs spread open towards the crowd, I continue fucking myself with my fingers knowing I was on the verge of coming. My fingers take me hard as they move rapidly in and out, I lift and thrust in time with my fingers and the with the music. Keeping my eyes on Angel as I feel myself lose control.

I feel the energy engulf me as I start to come, bucking and jerking as I pulse to my orgasm the power of my release makes me squirt, my juices spray onto the stage. I pulse and jerk as my body trembles from the sensation, tremors throughout my body as I yell out. My erotic screams are buried within the sound of the music as if part of the melody. Timed perfectly as my orgasm makes me shudder and curl my toes, stretching my body with pleasure. The aftershock tremors leave me unable to move for a moment as I recover and let my body calm.

As the music reached its end, I could feel Angel's gaze burning into me and knew he was transfixed. With one final stroke, I pull the shawl across my chest, breathing heavily as my body calms from what I just did. The crowd roars their approval, but it was Angel's reaction that I was waiting for.

Sitting up, I watched as he slowly stood from his chair. Making his way through the crowd towards the stage. My heart starts to race as he climbs onto it. His movements are graceful despite his obvious excitement. I could feel the energy burning from him, the chemistry that had been building between us since our very first encounter. I stand and extend a hand, beckoning him closer. He takes it, his grip firm but gentle, I pull him into me.

The crowd was loud in a frenzy of applause and whistles, but all I can focus on was him. His gaze was so intense and unwavering. I feel my cheeks flush with desire as our bodies press together. Pressing my naked body into him as I stare into his eyes, my body tingling from being so close to him. Silence falls as everyone in the club watches us. We remain locked in each other's embrace, breathing heavily. The silence in the club was deafening as if everyone had held their breath in anticipation of what would happen next. I lean in close to Angel, my lips brushing against his ear.

"Did you like what you saw Angel?" I whisper.

My voice was husky with desire, wanting him to take me and fulfil all of my desires for him. I could feel him shudder as his grip on me tightens. It feels so good, making my insides flutter and my legs weak, with only his grip stopping me from falling.

"You have no idea," he said.

His voice was barely audible above the pounding of my heart. I could feel the heat burning from his body and it was almost painful to resist the urge to pull him closer, to lose myself in his touch. Slowly we separate, never taking our eyes off each other. The tension between us was electric, the air thick with desire. I lean forward moving my lips mere inches from his ear.

"Wait for me," I breathe.

My voice was still a husky whisper, he nodded saying nothing, his eyes told me he wanted me. He leaves the stage, I watch for a moment, the crowd erupts into a loud frenzy of shouts and cheers as he disappears amongst them. The men in the crowd are now all standing and throwing money onto the stage, a sea of notes surrounds me as I stand there enjoying their admiration. For a moment, I savour their adoration, the desire, the lust.

And then just as quickly, I step down from the stage, leaving them wanting more. Giving them just enough to keep them coming back for more, tomorrow night they'll be back. They'll be lining up at the door, their hearts and their wallets open and ready. I'll be right here waiting for them, ready to give them another show of a lifetime.

I walk to the edge of the stage into a waiting robe the bouncer is holding ready for me. The thunderous applause washes over me like a warm, sensual caress. I take a deep breath, savouring the energy of the crowd as they hang on my every move. The lights turn up and the music begins once more.

Making my way backstage, the other dancers dressed in varying states of undress, crowd around me, their faces flush with excitement and admiration. They knew the power I held, the control I wielded over the patrons and they envied it. Some of them would give anything to be in my shoes, to feel the rush of adrenaline and desire that coursed through my veins as I performed. I push through the throng of women, grateful for the brief reprieve from their attention.

My dressing room is a small cramped space, barely large enough for a mirror and a makeshift changing area. I strip off my robe and hang it on the back of the door, the cool air of the dressing room tickles my exposed body and I shiver deliciously. Now comes the part of the routine that I love the most, the ritual of getting dressed. I open my suitcase and pull out my soft, pale pink jumper, the same colour as my newly exposed nipples. As I slipped it on, I couldn't help but feel a sense of security of returning to some semblance of my old self.

The jumper was a symbol of my independence, of the life I lived outside of this club. It was a reminder that despite the power I held on stage; I was still just another girl trying to make her way in the world. I next chose a pair of worn-in blue jeans, the kind that hugged my curves just so. They're my favourite pair, the ones that make me feel sexy and confident.

I fasten the button and zip then reach into my suitcase pulling out a pair of black ankle boots. They are a bit scuffed, but they went with everything.

I take one final look at myself in the mirror, admiring the contrast between the innocent-looking jumper and the provocative jeans and boots. It was the perfect blend of sweet and sultry, a reflection of the complex woman I was beneath the surface. With a deep breath, I gather my things and make my way to the exit.

Despite working at the club, I didn't sleep with any patrons. I had never actually had sex with anyone. I was still very much a virgin. I had kissed and touched men and had them briefly touch my body for a second during a show, like tonight, though never anything more. I had gone as far as kissing and briefly touching under clothes with a guy, though again I wouldn't go any further. I hadn't even had a boyfriend, my shyness stopping me from dating anyone.

I used this to my advantage as my desire to have a man touch me, the lust all added to the sexual lure of my performance. I used my inner passion within my dances, each erotic move or turn was me expressing my pent-up sexual frustration. It bubbles under the surface always teasing me with my urges to finally let go and become a woman.

When on stage I became a different Tallulah. All my inhibitions are left behind. The moment I stepped onto the stage an incredible feeling took over, that of power and dominance. I love how men swoon over me, longing to touch my body. I was confident and daring, pushing the boundaries with being dirty on stage and my reputation had grown quickly. Tonight however I have blown that completely to another level. Yet the minute I left the stage, I shied away into a shell of insecurity and self-doubt, no longer confident.

This also meant that I had not progressed with Angel, I was too shy to make a move on him, too scared he would reject me. I met Angel on my first night here. He was really lovely. I was eighteen and lost in myself, of who I was and what I wanted from my life. My passion was dancing. I had just finished college and needed a job desperately.