Paul realized that the music had stopped, and everyone was staring right at him, thanks to a spotlight shining right on his seat. He glanced down, seeing that his cock was still quite red and erect, and still in his hand. It began to shrivel as he felt all the eyes of other men on his crotch, and he was aware of the whispers they were exchanging.
The dancer, however, smiled, walking up and taking him by the hand, guiding him up to the runway where she'd been dancing only moments before. The music started again, and this time, she resumed her dancing, and it was totally focused on him. Quickly, she peeled off her remaining clothing, letting the suit fall to the floor. She began to grind her body against Paul's- teasing his cock to attention.
She nuzzled against his neck, whispering breathily, "Come on, you know you want it." She slid her fingertips along her hole, moistening them slightly, then rubbed the wetness onto his lips. "Come on, you know you want it," she said again, now dropping onto all fours, lifting her ass up into the air towards him.