She was still fully dressed, a vision in floor-length white satin shot with shimmering gold, a dйcolletй gown that made her look more like a singer than a stripper. Quite sedate except for the scandalous display of cleavage. Indeed, her every breath was clearly delineated by the rise and fall of her breasts, the upper slopes naked almost to the nipples. But a change was just about due, evidently, and I could see her body sucking in and storing up vitality from the surrounding tables, moving in a kind of slow abandonment that appeared to grow increasingly sexy. As if the very next intake of outside energy might bring the one potent spark of pollen or semen or what-have-you needed to jolt new and crackling life through the swollen anticipation jelling inside her bosom and belly. An extrasensory conception, as it were. There was an indolent elegance in her flowing form that seemed to be demanding the opportunity to exhibit itself without the constraining shackles of society.

The hot spark landed and the jell came alive. I spilled a little of my drink and then set it down hastily, my transfixed eyes thirstier than my parched lips. Only a fool would miss this part of the show. And yet, unaccountably, I became more and more conscious of my own reactions and responses. There was the sloshed drink, for instance, the leftover dribble of moisture on my chin, I was dying to wipe it off but couldn't go pawing around blindly for a napkin for fear of a far worse spillage. Especially with the blond dancer teetering on one precarious golden heel to lift the other net-sheathed leg through a suddenly unzipped zipper in the gown. So I did the next best thing, I used my tongue. A wise course, as it turned out, the first sight of that breathtakingly beautiful leg was worth the effort and then some. Although I must have looked pretty weird ogling a woman's body with my tongue stuck out like that. In case anyone was stupid enough to be looking in my direction. Oh shit, anybody that dumb wouldn't know a lesbian cuntlapper if they saw one!