“We wouldn’t be touching each other,” I said innocently. “In fact we wouldn’t even be touching her.”
“Her who?”
I peeled the curtain back to reveal Prancer sitting like a gift on a red velvet sofa, in a sexy reindeer costume complete with a harness made of bells.
Nolan looked to me, then to Prancer, and then back to me before shaking his head. “No.”
“What if I pouted and pleaded?” I asked, fully pouting and pleading.
His jaw twitched, and the vein in his neck jumped before he finally sighed with resignation. “And the Hope Channel can’t find out either.”
“Obviously. And this isprivate. Who’s going to know except us?”
He nodded, a rueful smile tugging on his lips. “Good point.”
Prancer squealed as we walked in and settled in on either side of her. “I love couples! How romantic!”
“Oh no, we’re not a couple,” Nolan said so quickly that it hurt my feelings even if it was true.
“Just friends,” I told her with a wounded smile.
“Cool. Who’s up first?” she asked.
Nolan and I pointed to each other.
Prancer stood gracefully, which was truly impressive in her red patent leather six-inch platform heels. “Stripper’s choice, then. Since she paid, she goes first.”
“You hear that?” Nolan asked. “You paid. You go first.”
Just then my phone vibrated.
Sunny Dee:Where are you? You promised me a catch-up call tonight! I demand details on what Nolan Shaw’s ass looks like in period-appropriate trousers or pantaloons or whatever the fuck.
I flipped to the camera on my phone and held it up above me and playfully bit my lower lip as my eyes widened innocently and took a quick series of pictures. I had to ham it up for Sunny, obviously.
Just as I held down the capture button, Nolan mumbled, “Fuck.Bee.”
I looked over at him. Those two words sounded unfairly good coming out of his mouth.
I sent one of the pictures off to Sunny and quickly typed:At the Christmas strip club of your dreams. More details later!
Prancer hit a button on a small remote, and a sleepy jazz version of “Jingle Bells” began to play. “Now,” she said, “no touching, but look all you like.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said as she slithered down into my lap with her back to my chest and her perfect ass grinding into me.
Who knew Christmas could be this hot? Even without Nolan here, this little town had plenty of temptations tucked away.
“You’re, like, really good at your job,” I told her as my body began to respond to her and my hips rose to meet hers.
“Thanks,” she said as she turned so that she was straddling my thighs and her pouty C-cup breasts were within inches of my face. “I really love it. I love making people happy and nothing brings more joy than Christmas and titties.”
I turned to Nolan, whose sharp gaze watched me intently. “You’re not wrong.”
“Are you two in town working on that duke movie?” Prancer asked.
I nodded.
“You’re actually dancing in the lap of the star,” Nolan told her.
