The thought of them grabbing and squeezing her soft and round boobs would be full in the minds of these lustful men.

With her left hand still holding the pole, she traced her right hand down her face seductively. She put her index finger into her lips, sucking it while moving her hips back and forth.

The scream went louder as the men went hard just by staring at her.

Tears rolled down her eyes as she watched them stare at her lustfully. She had to perform slut fully well, else, she wouldn't get a dime.

Damien's POV

I sat in the VIP section. The club manager came to announce that there will be a special performance today.

“What special performance?? It's always a stripper dancing seductively.” I thought,

until she came in.

She was wearing a skimpy short black dress that barely reached her thighs, her boobs were highlighted as half of them were spilling out. The black shining colour of the outfit made her milky white skin stand out. The red lipstick on her lips concluded her tempting and seductive look.

My eyes drifted to her eyes, stopping as I noticed them full of tears.

“Is she crying?” I frowned.

The hell? What kind of stripper cries while performing? This is their glorious special performance? A distraught Seductress?

That is so fucked up.

*****

Despite his thoughts, he found it hard to look away from her tempting body. He could barely even blink.

The way she moves her body against the pole was enchanting, gracious. She rocked against it hard, moving and colliding with it like it was an extension of herself and not just some 10.13 inches iron hard poles.

The piece of dress she wore highlighted her curves, and he found himself getting lost.

He moved his weight and palmed his cock, which was making a pretty obvious tent in his pants. Goddamn, he was hard. Five seconds more of watching her and his cock would be harder than that pole.

“God, that pole” he thought, she trailed her pussy all over again and licked her finger.

He was jealous of that pole. He wanted to switch lives with that pole right now. Likewise, he could not believe he got hard just by staring at her.

But why was she crying? Was she being forced to do this ? At the thought, his palms fisted in anger and for the first time in never, his heart melted for someone. For her.

He tried to read her mind, but he couldn't

“Wait, what? Why can't I read her mind?”

He tried again to read her mind, but something obstructed him and slammed him out. He grabbed his head in pain.

“ Is she a witch? Even if she's a witch I should still be able to read her mind, goddammit” He swore!

He thought about forcing the magic to read her mind, but quickly discarded the thought after recalling that if he did, she would be in pain. But he still wanted to know what was wrong with her and asking would be …well, lame and creepy.

He started whispering some spells.

“Damien, what are you doing…”

Before Max, who had come into the club at some point, could finish speaking, Damien froze everyone in the room except Max, Crystal and himself.

He concentrated on Crystal, still chanting the spell, till she suddenly shot him a look and screamed in pain

“What the fuck are you doing?!”

Her voice thundered through the club as her eyes turned red.

Damien was taken aback.

Surprised, shocked, scared.

“ Are you trying to read my mind, Vukodlak?” She asked, smiling, but her eyes lacked humour as she pushed herself away from the pole and walked slowly towards him. Her footsteps, the only sound in the room.

“How did she know?”he thought.

“ W-wh-what a-re y-you?” He managed to stutter.

“ Your end…” She smirked.

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Damien shut down his system. He closes his eyes, leaning back on his chair.
He has been like this since morning. Unable to concentrate. He has a lot on his schedule today, but he made max cancel it.
He picks up the AC's remote, increasing the coldness in his office. Maybe this would clear his head.
His mind was just blank, and only one thing was framed in his mind. “The stripper”. He suddenly felt like seeing her, but the time moved so slowly.
Her sexy curve …. The way her boobs and butt bounce at every move she takes. Her full boobs…. The AC was giving him goosebumps. He could help but smile.
“Hmm, it seems like someone is having a wet dream. Max said, winking
“ Did I not always tell you to knock before entering my office??
“I did knock thrice, but you were too busy thinking to hear.” Max smirks, glaring at Damien's lower part.
Damien looked down at himself, only to see how hard he was. He quickly covered it with a file.
“But Damien”. Max call, taking a sit beside him
“The girl from last night… He paused and look at Damien before continuing
“ What kind of power does she possess??
“Even I don't know max, but what I know is that every kind of power she possesses is 10× powerful than mine.” I responded
“ How is that even possible?? You are one of a kind”. Max exclaimed
“Find out every detail about her, I want to know who her father is.”
“Yes boss.
Her eyes!! I have never seen those kinds of eyes before. Is she a witch? I chuckled, A witch! A witch can't scare me, in fact, they fear me. But how could she be more powerful than me? What exactly is she??

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LIAM RODRIGUEZ'S POV
“ OH my gosh..... Yes, baby…. Harder… Fuck me harder. “. The bitch I was banging kept moaning,
“ Say my name.” I command
“ LIAM. “ She moaned
“ Hmm…. Ahhh… Gosh, bitch, you are so good. “ I held her head as she sucked on my dick. I move my hands towards her boobs, caressing them as she moans louder. I raised her up and took her right boobs into my mouth and sucked them while caressing the other one.