“How about just a regular lap dance?” I asked, lifting my hands off of his thighs and standing up straight again, because his chest was still rising and falling rapidly and I didn’t want the guy to pass out. I didn’t know CPR so he was shit out of luck if he did. “That’s pretty common, if you’re interested.”
“Yeah,” He exhaled slowly, tilting his neck as subtle cracks popped in his joints. He was just as eager to get this over with as I was, it seemed. “Yeah, that sounds good.”
“Great,” I wedged myself further in between his legs, straddling his legs as I sat in his lap. A bold move, maybe, but I wanted this guy to at least try to enjoy what I was doing. “Just sit back and relax.”
“O-okay…”
I started lifting myself off his lap, rotating my hips in a seductive little lap dance. Even though this was the first time I’d given a client a lap dance at the club, it wasn’t my first lap dance in general. Girls loved it when I broke out my moves in the bedroom, especially during foreplay. The fact that all my moves were self taught was a feat in of itself. I’d only become a stripper out of necessity. But through that necessity I’d found that I was alsoreally fucking goodat it. That was the main reason I hadn’t started looking for new work. That and the money was fucking incredible.
“Wow,” I heard him say as I kept dancing in his lap, moving my hands up and down his thighs. Per the rules Evangeline had given us, we were allowed to touch the customers, within reason and consent, of course, but they were under no circumstances allowed to touch the performers. His nerves must have been settling because I felt his hands trail along my hips, feeling a very awkward but sizable lump in his shorts when our skin made contact. “You’resobeautiful.”
“Easy on the hands, buddy.” I smiled, not wanting to piss himoff. He didn’t seem like the type to throw me to the ground in an angry outburst, but you could never be too careful. “Club policy says no touching on your end, sorry.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” His hands flew from my hips in a flash, a weird mix of relief and missing his touch settling in my stomach. I brushed it off as a sign that I needed to get laid. It’d been too long and my body was reacting to any touch it could get.
“It’s all good.” I said, grinding myself off his lap so I could work my body between his legs seductively, dipping my body down from side to side as I used my hands on his thighs as leverage. Yep, the guy definitely had a boner that was giving me a standing ovation now that my vantage point had changed. “What’s your name?”
If a guy was getting this horned up because of me, I figured I at least deserved to know what he called himself. I watched him gulp nervously before answering me.
“Qwill.” His voice was shaking, eyes glued to the way my hips twisted for him. “My name is Qwill.”
“Nice to meet you, Qwill.” I slid my body up his, sitting on one of his legs instead of his full lap, considering his junk was tenting up and ruining any chance of me sitting there again. “I’m Connor.”
“I know who you are,” He smiled, a lopsided tilt that made my stomach clench, for some reason. God, Ireallyneeded to get laid. “I’ve watched your cowboy routine a few times now.”
“Big fan of Cowboy Connor,” I chuckled. “Join the club.” I muttered, despondent and aloof.
“You don’t like doing it?” Man, Qwill was a sharp guy. He didn’t even know me and he already knew my signature subtle sarcasm. “You’d never know by the way you dance.”
“That’s because I’m good at my job.” I said, sliding off his leg and standing up between his legs, letting him get a full view of my ass, separated only by the thin material my shorts weremade of. “I don’t mind giving the people what they want. I just didn’t expect for it to pop off, is all.”
I rolled my ass back, daring to get close to where I knew his bulge was, hearing a moan escape him. “Fuck.” He laughed lightly. “I bet the guys can’t keep their hands off you, because I’m sitting here struggling.”
Turning back around, I saw the gleam in his golden eyes, a more confident and playful demeanor finally at play in his face. I smiled back, wincing sarcastically.
“Sorry, dude. I’m straight.”
Shock made his face plummet. “You are?”
Feeling the initial force of an insult between his doubt, I glared at him, ceasing my movements. “Is that an issue?”
“No, I…” Qwill looked at his lap, seeing his prominent hard-on and I could have sworn the scales on his face turned a darker shade of green and blue as he blushed. I wasn’t aware virces, or other Orbs for that matter, were capable of blushing like humans were. His hands flew to his crotch, attempting to cover it. “I’m so sorry if I…made you uncomfortable.”
“You haven’t,” I assured him, making sure to let out a chortle. “Besides, it’s a dick. I have one, it’s not a big deal. I mean, I’m barely wearing any clothes. I get it.”
All too abruptly, Qwill stood up from his seat, knocking me forward to the point that I had to steel my feet to keep from falling in the floor. Before I could berate him, he gave me the guiltiest look he could.
“Sorry, I just…I think I should go.”
“Why?” I gave him my best puzzled look. All of this overreacting because I was into girls? Qwill didn’t give me the impression that he was prejudice against straight people, so I figured there was something more that would have warranted this display and I really wanted to know what it was. “Because I’m not into guys? Really?”
“It’s not that,” Qwill said, but the wobble of his voice betrayed that sentiment. “Well, it’s not just that. It’s…”
God, I wish he would just spit it the fuck out. I had no stakes in finding out the truth from him, his buddies had already prepaid for the service. But there was this gnawing at my insides desperate to hear him tell me why he was rejecting me after it’d been pretty obvious that he liked me a lot. I decided to skirt the notion that I was caring a little bit too much about it all.
“I had this fantasy,” He began, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes as I crossed my arms across my bare chest. Who the fuck inside this establishment didn’t have a fantasy or a fetish they wished they could further explore? “Listen, I’ve been here a few times, okay? Never for this long but I’ve watched you before the Cowboy Connor stuff. I just had this…idea, that if we were ever together, in the same space—”
“That we’d hit it off and fuck or something?” I fired back, because this was going on a little bit longer than I could handle.
