A hand squeezed my ass, and I jumped. “Who the fuck is that?”
“Me.” Cort gave me another, more gentle squeeze. “You good? You got a funny look on your face before.” He cocked his head, and I saw the concern. He really was a sweet guy.
“Yeah. I’m fine. Busy at work and stuff. You?” As we chatted I slipped into the jock and adjusted myself, then stepped into the skimpy gold shorts. In addition to giving myself a homemade bodyscrub, I’d trimmed my pubes and waxed my chest so I was nice and smooth. I didn’t have the beefy brawn of Cort, nor did I want to keep myself covered with a cape like Tristan, so I had to play up my sculpted body from years of dance. That and my head of wavy hair, which guys loved to pet and run their hands through, were my biggest draw. After hesitating a moment, I pulled out one of the bottles of body oil my mystery man had gifted me with and rubbed a handful of the liquid over my chest and shoulders. A warm, sandalwood scent teased my nose.
“Nothing doing. I went to the movies the other day and then the bookstore.” Cort’s cheeks tinged red. “Met a guy and gave him my number, so we’ll see.”
I nudged him. “Look at you, picking up hotties. Go you.”
The music began, and we all streamed out of the room. Frankie, a gold crown sitting jauntily on his head, led the way.
“Let’s go, let’s go.” He raised his arms and waved them over his head, and I couldn’t help but laugh at his antics, even though I knew he hurt inside. Having his abusive ex out meant Frankie would have to be careful. Aaron had gone to jail for beating up another man so viciously, he’d almost killed him, and at the trial Frankie had been called to testify as to their volatile relationship. In my gut, I suspected Frankie still harbored deep feelings for Aaron. They’d been together for years.
The club was already half-filled with men in suits, but the one man I actively sought wasn’t there. I wasn’t concerned. He’d be here. I knew it. The music picked up, and I forgot about him and danced, winding my way around one of the poles. I scanned the crowd to see whom I could entertain. A loud shout rang out, and I watched a group of eight men toast their friends. Another bachelor party, it seemed. I was in the mood to be generous, so I danced my way over to the table and stood in front of their banquette.
“Hi, boys. Who’s looking for some fun?” They were all in their late twenties-early thirties with that carelessness that spoke of money to burn. A big football-player type with a smiling face and thin goatee slung his meaty arm around my waist.
“My friends are getting married next weekend. Wanna give them each a lap dance?”
“You bet.” I grinned down into his face, liking his dark eyes and firm lips. “What about you, handsome? What can I do for you? What’s your name?” I slid into the seat next to him.
He placed his hands on my waist, and I rested my hands on his shoulders. “Mmm, I love a big strong man.” I gave my ass a little wiggle, and his thick cock stirred in his trousers.
“My name’s George. You show my friends a good time, and I’ll give you anything you want. They’re like my family. And my family means everything to me.”
“That’s so sweet.” We gazed into each other’s eyes, and something clicked. Like we’d recognized a kinship of lost souls. Only he’d found his place with these men. “I’ll be sure to make them happy.”
“You’re looking pretty sweet too. How about a little sugar?” He took my chin up with his thumb and forefinger and kissed me, his silky tongue sliding in to meet mine. It was surprisingly hesitant, a gentle kiss, no clashing teeth or poking tongues, and I sighed into his mouth. When I closed my eyes and we kissed, nothing mattered except how the man felt in my arms. And George felt damn good. I wrapped my arms around him to the cheers and whistles of his friends.
“Baby, you’re so sweet.” George rubbed my back for a second. “Go dance for my friends, and I’ll be sure to make it worth your while.”
I touched my tingling lips and nodded, facing the rest of George’s friends. I saw the bottles of Grey Goose and Hennessy on the table and whistled to myself. They’d already spent over $600 on liquor. If I did my best, I could end up with a nice big tip.
“Where’re my grooms?” I asked, wiggling my way into the booth, then spreading my arms wide. “Who’s first?” George pulled the table out to give me room to move.
The redhead pointed to the Hispanic man next to him. “Let Jesús go first. I wanna watch.” His blushing fiancé gave me a nervous glance as I straddled him. I put my hands on his shoulders and began to grind on him to their claps and whistles.
The friends tossed bills at me, and I rode his lap faster and harder, feeling him grow stiff beneath me. He threw me a startled, embarrassed look.How cute. Guess boyfriend didn’t realize he wasn’t dead because he was getting married.
“It’s okay,” I whispered. “I won’t tell your man.” A smile crept over his lips, and he put his hand out as if to touch my crotch, but I grabbed it and placed it on my chest. “You can touch me here. Anything above the waist.”
Hesitant at first, he smoothed his hands over my chest, then grew a bit bolder and tweaked my nipples. “Make sure you do that to your man,” I said, rubbing against him as if I was aroused. Countless men had put their hands on me; they could touch my body, but it never reached deep enough to leave an imprint on my heart.
One last grind and I moved to the other groom, who’d watched us avidly, flushed and panting. I looped my arms around his neck and shimmied between his outstretched legs. I knew he was aroused by the thick bulge in his pants, and I leaned over and let my hair fall around our faces as I swooped and thrust my hips, practically in his face.
“Oh God, you’re killing me.”
“What’s your name?” I rubbed myself up on him.
“Chester.” His breath came in short pants.
“Well, Chester, I bet when you and Jesús get home you’re gonna fuck your brains out. Think of me when you do, okay?”
His answering groan and nod had me laughing out loud.
“Congratulations, guys. Have a great wedding.” I ended the dance by flashing them my lacy jock, hoping they didn’t notice I’d remained soft. Playing around with these men never aroused me. Only my mystery man managed to affect me, even if I failed to understand why. The guys gave me the bills they tossed at me while I danced, and George handed me a drink. When I took a sip, I was surprised it was my favorite margarita.
“I asked the bartender what you liked. You were great.” He handed me another wad of bills folded up, and I didn’t look, just tucked them in my shorts and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
