“I bet you say that to all the girls.”
“I don’t. I mean it, sweetheart. You are absolutely stunning. Your body is flawless.”
She lowers her head, her mouth almost touching mine. “I like you, Cody.”
“I’m likin’ you a whole lot, too, Ginger.”
“I know it’s against the rules, but if you want to touch me, it’s okay with me.”
“You mean it?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“My breasts, my ass… but not anything more. Okay?”
“Whatever you say, darlin’.” I stroke over her hips, her tiny waist, and her ribs. I can feel her quiver in anticipation of my hands on her breasts, and so I take it slow and drag it out.
I feel her breath in little pants against my face, and her eyes glitter.
She brushes my hair back from my face. “You have pretty eyes.”
“So do you. Would you take off the lace blindfold for me?”
She shakes her head, and I frown, wondering why not, but I don’t ask. She’s giving me plenty, and I won’t ask for more.
I close my big hands over her tits and squeeze, feeling their weight. They’re firm and soft as silk, and I want nothing more than to bury my face in them, but that’s crossing the line, and for some reason, I don’t want to make this girl think less of me. Why that’s suddenly so important, I haven’t a clue.
I do give in to the urge to drag my thumbs across those taut nipples, and when I do, she sucks in a breath.
The song changes, and she puts her hands on my shoulders, shifting. I take the opportunity to stroke my palms over her back and down to that amazing ass of hers.
She grins. “Are you an ass man?”
I chuckle. “Excuse me?”
“Some men love tits, some legs, and for some, it's all about the ass.”
“I think I’m all three, then.” I study her face. “Can I ask you something personal?”
“Sure.”
A piece of me wonders if I’m getting the same treatment she gives any man in the club with the cash to pay, but like every fool in the place, I want to believe that with me, it's different. “I know this is something we warn all the girls against, and I don’t even know your romantic situation, but I have to ask. Can I see you outside of the club? Maybe take you for a ride on my bike, or hell,even just escort you home and walk you to your door? We could go have a coffee and breakfast at some diner.”
“Are you saying you want to date me?”
I chuckle. “God, that sounds pathetic, huh? The guy who thinks he’s in love with the stripper. I guess you girls have a good laugh about customers like that.”
“I’m not laughing. I think it's sweet, but…”
“Are you involved with someone? Is there a guy I need to kill?” I chuckle. “I’m joking.”
“Well, there is a guy, sort of.”
I swallow. “Oh.”
“My son. I have a son.”
