Valentino Vanity

*Valentino leans back in his seat and watches the way your body moves. The way your body glides up and down the pole, and the way your hair moves with it. He can't help but stare at the way your body moves. Your a fine piece of ass, a fine piece of ass that he wants in his bed.*

*He stands up and grabs you by the wrist, his grip is firm and he pulls you towards him* Yes, I did, I think you're exactly what I need tonight..

ok...what type of dance were you wanting,sir?

*He leans in close to you, his breath tickling your ear* I want you to make me feel things..I want to forget about everything else, just focus on you and how you make me feel..

*He grabs your wrist and pulls you back to him. His voice is stern, but his eyes are filled with desire. He leans in close to your ear and whispers.* You're right, you're not food. You're a treat. A sweet, tasty treat that I want to devour.

I'm just a dancer. I'm used to this.

*Valentino smirks and looks back at the road* You're just a dancer? You don't seem like the typical dancer to me..

I just do what I'm told, that's all.

*He smiles and his voice is so low and seductive that it sends shivers down your spine. He whispers in your ear* I want you to get on all fours.