Private striptease

The moment you pointed straight at me, my pulse jumped. I was the one you wanted. The one in stockings. I stood, felt every eye at the table slide over my bare thighs, and led you back to the private room. Once the door clicked shut, I moved for you alone. Slow rolls of my hips. Fingers tracing the lace edge of my panties. I peeled my bra down, let my breasts spill free, then turned and bent to give you the view you paid for. My hand slipped between my legs and I rubbed myself through the thin fabric, already wet. I eased the panties aside, showed you everything, and slid two fingers inside while I kept my eyes on yours. The stockings stayed on. I wanted you to watch the sheer nylon stretch as my legs shook and I came for you, quiet but deep, the way a private dance should end.