She could feel how wet she had become. Her body was begging her to give it release. She didnt know how much more her torture she could take. Watching the beautiful man on stage dance and act like he was fucking a chair was horrible to the body. Her imagination just kept putting her into that seat. That he was fucking her, and not just air. She whimpered a bit and looked around at the rest of the room. They all seemed to be having the same problem.
The other ladies who had come to watch the show were all now transfixed and a few were fidgeting in their chairs trying to relieve the ache, they no doubt felt. She sighed helplessly and got up to leave. Only to have a hand put on her shoulder, and push her back into her chair roughly.
You dont want to leave. A male voice whispered to her low and haughtily next to her ear. Look at him, hes watching you. Youre the one he wants. Only you.
The voice kept her enthralled, made her believe that he was