Holy shit!
Aspen hadn’t been kidding about lap dances after all, and guess what duo was lined up directly in front of me.
The bad boy and his sassy angel.
Talk about the best gift I’ve ever received on someone else’s birthday. My eyes were glued to the sassy angel’s hips, but it was my eyes his were drawn to. He kicked one foot up on my chair,stared down at me, and licked his lips, all while keeping the beat with his rolling, rippling torso and a toss of his head.
I crooked my finger at him, so he’d know that his presence in my lap was welcome and invited, his answering smirk and eyebrow raise accompanied by another slow lick over shimmering, glossy, glittery lips.
Oh, he knew how to seduce, which meant that he knew how to seduce a camera. This had the potential to be a match made in heaven if he and his bad boy were willing to do some modeling for me. Seconds later, when he straddled my lap in that G-string, thoughts of my new line and the prospect of seeing them in it flew out of my head, especially when that bad boy lightly danced his fingers up my arm as he circled me.
With sassy angel’s arms braced on the arms of the chair as he rolled his hips and winked and bad boy coming back around the chair to straddle my lap behind him, I was pinned in and loving every second of the way they moved.
Maybe a little too much.
The sudden throbbing of my nipples alerted me to what was about to happen, and with sassy angel pressed against my chest, there was no way he wasn’t going to feel it, either. My initial twinge of self-consciousness was immediately silenced when he didn’t pull away. Instead, he licked his lips again, leaned in, and whispered,Can we help you with that?
Never had I ever been happier that Aspen had chosen to have his party at the Lactin brotherhood-run club, where what he was proposing wouldn’t turn heads or get us kicked out for being lewd and inappropriate.
“Please,” I croaked, wanting to lean in and lick his throat when he threw his head back to speak to the man gyrating behind him.
Somehow, they made undoing my suit coat and the button-down shirt beneath it part of the dance, the taller bad boy able to lean in and tug one free with his teeth, all while peering up at me with wolfish eyes the color of warm, molten greenish-gold. I swear, I’d never seen eyes like that on a person; they were almost otherworldly, so much so that I knew it would add to the allure when he was in one of my gear.
Please, please let them say yes as easily as they had to my request that they help me out with the sudden leaking I was experiencing. Warm lips, one with shimmering rose-colored glitter gloss, the other with clear gloss with black and gold sparkles, wrapped around my nipples, soft tongues massaging the engorged nubs, suckling, drawing my milk into them.
My head hit the back of the chair, lolling from side to side in ecstasy, as they feasted to the beat of the song. It was like music was in their souls; meanwhile, my soul was slowly being sucked from my body, even after the music stopped and a new song began. They just changed the pace and veracity of their suckling.
A shimmery glimpse of Aspen receiving a similar sort of treat beside me was proof positive that he’d planned for this. By the time they started lapping the last traces of milk from my skin, my head was reeling, my thoughts were a jumbled mess of need and expletives, and those two smokin’ hot minxes had shit-eating grins on their faces as they slid off my lap.
While I was still struggling to sort out which way was up, sassy angel leaned in and licked a drop of my milk off the corner of bad boy’s lips, resulting in a filthy kiss that got Aspen and Parker whooping and hollering as they clapped. I barely managed tojoin them, and even then, my hands felt clumsy as I smacked them together, my mouth still half-hanging open in awe of how hot the pair was.
If they brought that same level of lust and primal energy to a photoshoot…screw that, if they brought it to my fucking bedroom, I’d die a happy man without a goddamn care for the unfinished line of pet play clothing resting on my workroom tables.
They waved, and then shit, shit, shit, turned and started walking away. Damn my traitorous jelly legs; it took several heartbeats to get them to cooperate so I could rush after them, not that I made it far before a giant wall of bulk, muscle, and menace stepped out in front of me, crossed his arms, and remained there like a screen I couldn’t even peer past.
“Excuse me,” I said, nearly tripping myself up as I moved to step around him only to have him sidestep and cut me off.
“Show’s over,” he said, his blue eyes as harsh and cold-looking as Montana sapphires. “And before you ask, they don’t give encores.”
“That’s fine,” I replied, immediately reaching for my wallet and nearly dropping it.
Decades of walking runways with an out-of-this-world array of props, and I was fumbling like a schoolboy begging for a first date. Fortunately, I managed to retain control of it before I wound up looking like an incompetent buffoon, and I fished out one of my business cards and held it out to him.
“Could you see to it that they get this?” I asked, extending it further when he didn’t reach to take it. “I’m not looking for a dance or anything of that nature; I’m looking for models. Idesign clothing, specifically for the pets and handlers of the pet play community. If they are interested, I would love to set up a photoshoot with them. I am a member of the club; all of my information is on the card, so they can easily vet me and see that this is a legit offer.”
His nostrils flared as his eyes narrowed, and he seemed to grow taller right before my eyes. For a moment, I was certain he was going to walk away without taking my card, then he nodded and plucked it from my fingers.
“I’ll see that they get it,” he said.
“Thank you.”
“Harrumph,” he rumbled, then he did walk away, leaving me to return to where Parker and Aspen sat with quizzical looks on their faces as they watched me shamble back, shirt and suit coat open and flapping as I made my way back to them.
“Did you get their names?” Parker asked.
Groaning, I flopped back into my chair and fumbled with the buttons to try and make myself presentable again.
“Not a chance. A wall of muscle cut me off, but he took my card and said he’d give it to them,” I explained.
