They traded me like that, kissing and fondling me. Their naked bodies brushed with mine, driving me crazy. I wanted more contact, more bare flesh…
And one more body. I wanted Hudson’s. Even in the depths of sensation withtwoother people, I couldn’t stop thinking about him.
In a rare break from their onslaught of pleasure, I stole a glance at him through the glass partition separating us. He was hungry. His hand was balled in his lap, and I could tell it was taking great effort not to whip his cock out and make himself cum.
A wave of pride washed over me. Stephanie and Rich’s treatment of me was just work to them, but knowing that I was making Hudson seethe with jealous horniness was like winning a golden ticket. Unlikely and transcendently lucky.
My thoughts must have been clear. Stephanie’s hand descended toward my center, ready to make my wildest dreams come true and cum in front of Hudson by someone else’s touch. And…
The music shifted above us. The illusion of sex and lust shattered. All at once, Rich and Stephanie stood up and collected their clothes with a clinical but friendly air.
Ah. It seemed our time was up.
My body hummed with unspent sexual energy.
It was then, with the lights up and the tunes down, that I realized I no longer felt the prickle of Hudson’s gaze on my neck. Had he left? Gone to get his own dance? I didn’t know. But a mixture of disappointment and relief tugged at me.
Stephanie must have noticed. Perceptive. The consummate professional.
“Show’s over, honey. Don’t worry, though. I think your boyfriend really enjoyed the view.”
“He’s not my boyfriend. We’re not like that,” I said, out of habit more than anything else.
Rich chuckled. “He will be your boyfriend once he’s through with you tonight. Anyone can see he wants to tear those panties off with his teeth.”
“Yeah. There’s only so much a man can take before he bursts. And I think we just pushed him to his limits. Enjoy.”
With a friendly face—so different from the sexy pout she’d worn just a few seconds ago—Stephanie helped me back to my feet.
As I exited the Platinum Room, ducking my head to hide my blush from the ecstatic ladies back at my table, I turned on my phone.
Time to call an Uber. Gotta get out of here.My pussy was soaking wet—not really from the dance and the kissing (okay, notjustfrom the dance and the kissing) but from the heat of Hudson’s jealous stare as I received them.
When my phone powered up, though, I was faced with a single text message on my screen.
It was from Hudson.
Men’s bathroom. First door on the left. Five minutes. Bring your purse. Come alone.
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I probably shouldn’t have gone. I should have gone straight home, taken a cold shower, and only re-engaged with Hudson when I was ready to start my EEG experience fresh. When I could be sure that what I felt for him couldn’t be blamed on the desire I felt.
But…how could I refuse? The threat of sex with him lingered in every syllable and full stop of that text message, andGod, did I want him.
This strip club was one of those places that didn’t have unified washrooms. Instead, tucked away at the back of the building was a hallway lined with doors, each designated with a painted sex signifier and each its own individual, private room.
I approached the first men’s room, checked that the coast was clear, took in a deep breath, and walked in.
The black-painted walls were illuminated only by a single neon sign over the oxidized mirror that readYOU’RE SO FUCKING SEXY. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust.
“Was that fun for you?”
I startled at the low rumble of Hudson’s voice. He slinked outof the shadows, leaning against one of the dark walls to observe me.
The elevator eyes took me in from my kitten heels to my swollen lips. He assessed my body like it was an enemy combatant he yearned to pillage.
