She runs her hands over my chest. “Are you sure?”
“Positive.” I give her a polite smile.
“Okay, baby. Lemme know if you change your mind.” She gives me a wink as she struts away.
The girl up on stage finishes her dance and the song comes to an end. The lights dim and she exits the stage, a roar of applause and wolf whistles erupts as she disappears into the darkness.
The next song begins,Sweet Emotionby Aerosmith and the floor erupts in another round of applause as the slender silhouette of a woman steps onto the stage. The lights begin to brighten, and a flash of black hair catches my attention.
What the fuck?
I blink my eyes rapidly, wondering if it’s my mind playing tricks on me, but when I look back up, there’s no doubt that it’s her.
Quinn.
“Ho-ly shit!” Logan exclaims beside me, his eyes wide as he recognises Quinn on stage.
Is this what she meant when she said she works at a nightclub?
She’s a stripper?
What the hell possessed her work in a place like this?
It’s then that everything begins to fall into place, her tiredness, the not eating... everything I’ve found out about her since we met all makes complete sense now.
She's wearing a black lace bra and matching thong, suspender belt and stockings that end mid-thigh. Her hair is styled in long thick ringlets that bounce as she moves.
She looks completely different to the quiet, reserved girl I’ve come to know. She dances confidently, skilfully andsensually.
A little voice inside my head tells me to look away, that I shouldn’t be watching this, but I can’t take my eyes off her. I'm completely mesmerized as I watch her snap her hips to the slow beat of the song. I shouldn’t be feeling this way about her, lusting after my nineteen year-old student the way I am, but I’m powerless.
She's so beautiful.
It doesn’t take long before my jeans begin to feel a lot tighter than they should, my cock hardening as I watch her.
She has complete control over me.
She teases the crowd by slipping her bra straps down her arms and bending forward, her tits all but spilling out of the cups. As the song builds, she whips her hair back, as she trails her fingers over the length of her body before dropping to her knees, her legs spread wide as she arches her back, letting her head drop back as she pushes out her chest, a wave of jet black hair tumbling down her back.
She bounces up and down on her knees, rolling her hips, and an image of her riding me pops into my head, but I shake it away, shifting my position in my seat to adjust my aching cock.
I let my eyes wander over the rows of men that sit entranced at the spectacle, their eyes glued to her body. I can only imagine the sort of things they're thinking right now, Quinn, the subject of their seedy fantasies. I want to tear each and every one of their eyes out.
When the song ends, she leaves the stage, and I rise from my seat.
I have to find her.
Chapter 24
Quinn
The second I leave the stage, I’m directed to the private rooms again, this time, a private dance for a few guys. I’ve only ever danced for one guy up until now and the thought of dancing privately for three men has me wracked with nerves.
Once I step inside the room, I find three men each sat on a chair surrounding a round table in the centre with a thick chrome running up to the ceiling. My eyes scan over each man, they’re all in their forties, dressed immaculately in full suits, one man in particular is familiar to me.
It’s his eyes that I notice first.
“Hello again, angel.” He smirks. A shiver rolls down my spine at his voice. “I brought a couple of friends along with me, I hope you don’t mind.”
