Dalton spread his legs into a split that almost looked painful and then lowered his legs down until his feet touched the floor before flipping up into a standing position. He grabbed the pole with both hands and leaned back against it. His hips started to move, and I suddenly understood the tiny boy shorts.
Not only were Dalton's moves and muscle control impressive but he was sex personified. If I ever needed jerk-off fantasies, I'd just found the best one.
When Dalton dropped to his knees and started crawling across the floor toward us, I thought my dick was going to come right through my zipper in a bid to get to him. Breathing was quickly becoming optional. Taking my eyes off the alluring sight in front of me was not.
"Fuck me," I moaned when Dalton looked me right in the eyes and then licked his lips. I wanted to feel those plump lips wrapped around my cock more than I wanted to breathe.
"He's good." Crosby's voice was a little unsteady. "Really good."
"You're married."
"Yes, but I'm not dead."
I wasn't sure it mattered. Dead or alive, I'd still want Dalton.
When Dalton reached the edge of the stage, I grabbed some of the money Crosby had gotten from Carter earlier and tossed it at him.
Dalton winked at me before sitting back on his legs. As he drew his hands slowly up his chest, his eyes went toward the side of the room. I frowned when he looked at me then glanced toward the side of the room again.
When I glanced in that direction, I noticed three curtained doorways. Two of them were closed, the dark red curtains obscuring my view. One curtain was open, allowing me to see the loveseat inside the small room.
"What is that?" I whispered.
"Private lap dance area," Crosby said. "When customers pay the dancers for private lap dances, they go in there."
"How much is a lap dance?"
"Usually around twenty dollars or so," Crosby replied. "In a place like this, could be more. Maybe fifty dollars."
I had fifty dollars.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. I didn't count it, but I knew from the thickness of the wad that I had more than enough to pay for a lap dance or two...or twelve.
It might take more.
Dalton gave me the barest of nods when he saw the roll of cash in my hand and then leaned back until his dark brown hair brushed the floor. Everything that was right and good in the world was displayed right in front of me in a pair of tiny black boy shorts. If I ever needed a reason as to why I liked men, this was it.
"Holy crap!" Crosby exclaimed as he pulled out his cell phone, dialed, and then held it to his ear. "You'd better be ready for me when I get home, Jefferson. You'll need lots of lube."
He hung up and slid his phone back into his pocket before grabbing some of his cash and tossing it at Dalton.
I wanted to growl at him for looking, except I knew he wouldn't touch. His body might be buzzing, but he planned to go home and give his new husband a really good time. Me, on the other hand, I'd be going home with the world's biggest case of blue balls.
Dalton danced through two more songs before he finally dropped to his knees, sweat dripping off his glistening skin. I wanted to lick every inch of him.
The beefy-looking man who'd escorted him into the room walked to the edge of the dance platform. Dalton shuddered when he saw him.
I stood. "I'd like a private dance."
Dalton's head snapped in my direction.
"Didi isn't available for private dances," the man said.
"I'll pay double whatever his going rate is." I hated saying the words quite like that, but I couldn't think of any other way to phrase it. I was basically purchasing a few minutes of his time. "Two hundred dollars for two lap dances."
The man's eyes narrowed. He seemed to be assessing the truthfulness of my words. I couldn't think of any other reason why he'd be staring at me so intently.
"I'll talk to the boss," the man said before turning and walking away.
