Slowly high stepping, Alan carefully and seductively placed heel to toe as she swayed her hips and fluttered her scarf. Stopping front and center before Susan, but facing away, Alan struck a wide stance and high pose, throwing her arms toward the ceiling and releasing the scarf to flutter down on the men at the adjacent table. The music shifted from a punchy trumpet and drum entrance to a slow cheesy saxophone.
In time to the slow sax, Alan bent forward, sliding her fingers down the front of own legs until she was bent double, red hair brushing the floor and looking back between her own thighs at Susan. When Alan saw Susan's eyes get wide, Alan stuck her tongue out at him and slowly sucked it in, leaving full round pursed lips, slightly open and dying to be filled. The music shifted again to a faster beat and Alan whipped upwards. There was a sharp tearing sound as Alan stood and turned. Smiling mischievously, Alan twirled the satin panties in her hand as she made a full circuit of the stage.
This time facing forward, Alan bent at the waist, allowing everyone to get a good view down her top as she held the panties out to Susan. Just before Susan could reach them, Alan flicked them up and out into the farther tables. Alan gave Susan a pouty moue before winking and returning to center stage. Somehow while practically making love to the pole, Alan discarded the jacket.
Susan was mesmerized watching the bounce and jiggle of the thin white blouse as little rivulets of perspiration formed clear lines that spread to become clear spots until the entire blouse was nearly all but transparent. Alan paused and mimed taking off the blouse while looking to the crowd for response. There was really little point to taking it off as it was practically invisible now, but a randy cheer rang out in support.
Alan slowly peeled off the blouse, holding it up in a throwing motion to see who wanted it. Alan's nipples responded to the sudden cooling by hardening into little twin cannons that served to allow the eye to better track all the bouncing and jiggling that accompanied every movement. Once again, Alan pretended to offer to Susan, only to smile and throw the blouse to a different side table.
A couple more bouncy trips around stage, wearing only stiletto heels and a short skirt, and the hooting of the men were nearly drowning out the music. A quick trumpet, a spot light, and Alan froze. A double drum beat, and Alan tore off and tossed the skimpy skirt, all in one motion. If there was any more music, it couldn't be heard over the hoots and whistles as Alan took several more tours around stage in heels and nothing else. The routine ended with Alan smiling center stage, hands behind her back and quietly oscillating her shoulders so her tits jiggled left and right. After nearly a minute of non stop applause and cheers, the stage went black.
