The image alone is enough to tip me over.
I cry out as an orgasm rips through me. My head falls back, and my body goes rigid, my body trembling as the pleasure crashes over me in waves.
When the aftershocks hit, I slow my rhythm, panting, dazed.
He didn’t come; at least, I don’t think he did.
A chime goes off, light and airy, and the music quiets down, then fades away completely.
I assume that means our time is up. I’m suddenly embarrassed for what I’ve done.
What have I done?
I stand abruptly and ungracefully. I straighten my dress, covering myself. I’m so wet between the legs that I need a shower. My skin is hot, flushed.
“Thank you,” I squeak out, suddenly needing to be anywhere other than here, with this stranger whose lap I just came on.
Oh. My. God.
The door unlocks, and I slip out, shutting it behind me, walking as fast as I can until I find a restroom. I splash water on my face. My eyes are fever bright, my skin clammy. It feels surreal.
I try to clean myself up. And then I just laugh hysterically.
I laugh and laugh and laugh until I cry. And then I splash more water on my face and head back out into the central part of the club.
I’m almost to the exit when a hand clamps down on my shoulder.
I freeze.
“And who are you?” a man asks.
I turn, forcing a big smile. “I’m Ana,” I say. “New dancer.”
“Bullshit,” he says.
This must be Vasiliy, the manager. He’s on the shorter side with shaggy, dark blonde hair, a long face, and eyes too big for his face. Impeccably dressed, though, in a suit that’s clearly been made just for him.
“I was filling in for Sarah,” I say, though it comes out more like a question than a statement of fact.
“Wrong again,” he says. “Imagine young Sarah’s surprise to find her client with another dancer tonight. She’s not one to make a scene, but she certainly wasn’t sick, and she certainly didn’t ask for a replacement. Not for this client.”
I try the cute-girl, megawatt smile that has worked to get me out of other sticky situations in the past. “Okay, okay…you caught me. I’m pledging a sorority, and all the pledges have been assigned a top-secret task to complete by the end of the night. Mine was to infiltrate a private club and act as an employee. We were supposed to get in and out without getting caught. I hope they’ll still accept me.”
Vasiliy folds his arms over his chest. His frown makes him look like a well-groomed basset hound. “This is getting tedious. Do you know where you are?”
“A…strip club?”
“A gentleman’s club. A private one, as you’ve discerned. And one owned by people who get very nervous when they think someone is sneaking around where they aren’t supposed to be. So, this is your last chance to tell me the truth about who you are before I go grab two huge security staff members who have no compunction about roughing up a young woman as long as it garners them the truth.”
My heart feels like it might beat out of my chest. I feel eyes on me. I suppose we’re making a bit of a scene.
Shit. Okay. I blow out a breath.
“My friend dared me to come in and dance on the pole. Someone was on it, so I tried to sneak backstage. I found the private rooms and the man was alone, so I went in, and things just…I meant to, like, shake my ass at him and then run?—”
“But you, instead, danced for him for the whole session,” he finishes.
I give him a weak smile. “Sorry?”
