Completely UnprofessionalI'm a ********, so I get a lot of men laying their hands on my belly, and normally I can keep a straight face, mainly because I am strictly business and am able to shut off all sexual impulse in the work place. This particular evening, I began my shift wearing a corset that covered my belly almost completely with a low riding g-string so that the very lowest portion of my belly and my hip bones showed. The zipper on the back of my corset kept slipping down a few inches, so my boss tried to help me zip it up and broke the zipper clean off. I quickly retired to the dressing room to peel the corset off since I could not unzip it any longer... no easy task.
I began digging through my bag and pulled out my neon pink bikini top and tied it on and adjusted my breasts. I emerged from the dressing room totally bare bellied. I struck up a conversation with an older gentleman, but couldn't hepl but notice a handsome young stranger eyeing me from the end of the bar. I tried to ignore him and concentrate of my prospect. The older gentleman turned out to be a dud, so I began my walk to the ladies room to wash my hands, but I would have to pass the young man in my path. He caught my attention by placing his hand on my bare back and sliding it around to my side to hold on to me. Young men are noutrorious for not having much money, but I was polite and we started talking. I could stop thinking: professionalism.However, I had this very cute, very attractive young man with great teeth as a customer. We hung out and he bought me a drink and bought a lap dance from me.
We then sat in a booth and I sat on his lap and laid back on his shoulder. He placed a hand on my stretched out belly and wrapped his arms around me as we conversed about this and that. He unwrapped his arms and straggled to look over my shoulder down my chest. He started running just one finger over my belly and his finger slipped into my exposed belly button. I let out a squeak and manically brushed his hand away and put my hand over my belly button. Mind you, I let this man grope, poke and prod me all night, but the moment he touched my belly button, I melted. He coyly whisped, " looks like I found somebody's tickle spot". I brushed off my belly and took my hands down and informed him that it's the only one I have... only it didn't tickle... it made me hopelessly aroused.
He once again began to explore my belly lightly with one finger, starting with my rib cage, down my sternum, my sides and just under the line of my g-string avoiding my belly button. Nothing, though it felt nice. He traced his finger back to my belly button and ran his finger around the rim and I am compelled to lift my legs off the floor and pretend to laugh, although what is really happening is that I am getting totally wet. He loved making me squeak and told me how cute it was, so he kept toying with my belly button until last call. I couldn't help but let him.