The Show

There were small colored lights that flashed off and on in each corner of the ceiling. The small disco ball that hung from the center of the roof bathed the small room in little sparkles of rotating lights. There was a single table and two chairs just two feet from the stage. A polished pole ran from the floor to the ceiling in the middle of the stage.
An extended version of Madonna’s Justify My Love blared from hidden speakers.
Malik sat at the table nursing a tumbler filled with scotch on the rocks while puffing on a sweet.
He impatiently checked his watch and thought to himself, “Is she coming out or what?”

As if on cue, a six foot chocolate brown Amazon of a woman stepped from behind the curtains at the back of the stage. She was dressed in a red long sleeve button down shirt and red stilettos. The outline of her braless breasts and nipples could be seen through the cotton fabric of the shirt. She looked deep into Malik’s eyes as she rolled her hips to the bass. Grabbing the pole she swung herself around in a circle revealing her thick, well-shaped G-stringed ass as her shirt kicked up behind her. She then fell flat on the floor with her ass pointing in the direction of the table. Raising her hips up and down, Iris beckoned for Malik to come to her. As he approached, she got on all fours and spread her hips as wide as she could. Malik moved in, pressing his thighs against the edge of the stage as he grabbed her hips and pulled. Iris began to grind against his crotch as he fondled her breasts. She moved away from his grasp and turned on her knees to face him. Again, looking deep into his eyes, she ripped open her shirt spraying ten little buttons across the stage. Her breasts were amazingly erect and full, gravity and childbearing had little effect on their perkiness. Her dark chocolate nipples were the size of quarters. Iris moved forward and grabbed the back of Malik’s head as she forced her left nipple into his mouth. After a few seconds of sucking, she stood up and pressed his face into her crotch. All the while, Madonna sang on in the background.
Malik felt the blood rush to his crotch as he moved her G-string to one side and began to explore with his tongue. She began to moan as he worked his magic on her pearl. He stopped and pulled her panties down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and dropped to the floor again, pressing her back against the discarded buttons. Malik quickly opened his belt and unzipped his pants. He removed his penis as she moved to the edge of the stage and raised her legs into the air. Just as he was about to move in and penetrate her wet folds, his cell phone began to buzz and vibrate around the table.
“Muthafucka!!! Who the fuck could be calling me at a time like this?”
He reached back to grab his phone with his right hand as he played with her clit with the index finger on his left.
He looked at the screen, “Ohh shit! It’s a text from Jalal!”
Iris sat up and leaned against his chest, “What is it baby?”
“Jalal says that Fawzi fell and broke his arm on the playground during recess!”
“Ohh no…my baby!!! We gotta get over there!”
She jumped off of the stage and quickly moved to the back of the room and through a hidden door. Malik pulled his pants on and followed her through the door. They emerged into a large bedroom.
Already in a bra and new panties she turned to her husband as she slipped her dress over her head, “Malik, we will finish this later right?”
“You damn right baby, I was about to give it to you too!”
She slipped on a pair of flats and they rushed out the front door and jumped into a black E-class that was parked in the driveway. Malik started the engine and they sped out of the yard and down the street.