Thereissomeone who has caught my eye, only she’s not a stripper. No, she’s twenty years old, has long sandy blonde hair and the biggest blue eyes I’ve ever seen.
Amy.
I want her so bad I can scarcely breathe, but she just lost her dad, and I won’t take advantage of that fact while she’s still grieving. Besides, she’s a girl who’swaytoo young and too damn good for a guy like me, but it doesn’t stop me from fantasising about her.
She has that innocent look about her but that glimmer in her eye that tells me she’s the exact opposite. My cock stiffens in my pants and I shift slightly in my seat.
“You want a dance, handsome?” a pretty blonde leans across me, her tits in my face, spilling out of the tiny dress that barely covers her as she peers down, her red lips curving into a smile.
“Sure. Lead the way.” She takes my hand and leads me through the lounge into one of the private rooms.
I slip her a couple of twenties and she walks over the pole and starts dancing. I don’t recognise the song, mostly because I don’t care. I didn’t really want a private dance, but I agreed to it in the hopes that the girl who’s grinding against the pole in front of me would take my mind off the girl that Ireallywant.
The stripper slides off her dress until it pools at her feet and she moves towards me, dropping into my lap with her back to me where she begins rolling her hips, flipping her hair as she begins unclasping her bra.
My cock hardens even more and it’s not from the dance, it’s from the mental image of Amy riding my dick, my fist wrapped up in her hair as I tug her head back far enough that I can kiss her soft, pouty lips.
I don’t understand my infatuation with the girl. I’ve been with so many women in my life, I can’t even begin to count, but this girl has me so twisted up that she’s all I can think about. I don’t know why, but a tiny part of my brain is comparing every woman who comes into my life, with Amy, reminding me that they’re not her.
Why her?
Is it because she’s so young that has me itching to touch her? Or is it because, as I once said to Dwight, that forbidden fruit tastes so much sweeter?
Because that’s what she is.Forbidden.
She’s fourteen years younger than me, if I was only a few years older than I am, she’d be old enough to be my daughter.
Fuck, that thought has me cringing, but it does nothing to quell the ache in my balls or soften the steel rod in my pants.
I have to stay away from Amy, but how can I when I’ve agreed to take a look at her dad’s car, knowing damn well I'm going to say yes to the rebuild?
I’ve never been able to resist a woman. I have no will power when it comes to sex, it’s going to be the fight of my life to keep my hands off her. I can’t afford to dirty her up, taint her body with my filthy hands and even filthier thoughts.
But the scary thing is, as much as I want to kiss her, and fuck her, I know I can never touch her. I can never have her like that, because I know that once I do, I’ll never be able to walk away, and that thought alone terrifies me.
“How was that, baby?” the stripper in my lap asks, snapping me back into reality. The tail end of the song fades into nothing and I look up at the girl peering down at me.
What the fuck do I say? Sorry, I wasn’t watching, because I was daydreaming about somebody else?
“You were excellent.” I flash her one of my signature panty-dropping grins and she smiles back.
“Maybe I’ll see you around.”
I nod slowly. “Yeah, maybe.”
On my way out, I slip her another twenty. I feel kinda guilty for not paying closer attention to her. I also feel annoyed that my plan to find someone to take my mind off of Amy only made me want her even more.
Fuck…
I’m fucked.
Chapter 7
Amy
In seconds, I’m bent over the bed, my face buried in the cool sheets. He reached down to bring my hands around my back, locking them together with his huge hand. My panties are torn clean off and my legs kicked wide open so that I’m bared to him.
A shiver escaped me.
