“Take off your top,” he commanded.
I swayed and moved to the music, still on all fours, ignoring his command at first. This close, I could see into his dark orbs. Eyes as black as storm clouds. They brooked no insubordination. His gaze narrowed when I didn’t obey.
The invisible leash pulled me up, so that I was standing before him. The music and my desire made me move my hips. I swayed my torso and rolled my shoulders. I couldn’t break his gaze. To the other gawking men, it might have been impossible to tell who mesmerized who, but I assure you it was I mesmerized by him.
I reached behind me and undid my bra. Rather than let my breasts be bared suddenly, I cupped one hand over them as I shrugged the straps off my shoulders. Sliding the bra out from underneath my hands, I tossed it to the stage right in front of him. It crashed into the five folded twenty-dollar bills.
I couldn’t help but smile at my actions. I felt so brazen. So alluring. So sexual.
I moved closer to him, swaying my hips. Bending over so our faces were only half a foot apart, I removed my hand and let my breasts drop, nipples erect.
He could not hide the glint of pleasure and lust in his eyes, which made my thrill escalate. I shook my breasts in front of his face like Heather, but stopped short of motor boating. Leaning back, I balanced on my hands and heels and gyrated my hips in front of him. I moved closer until he could reach my panties. My sex.
He placed a hand on my hip as he slipped a bill underneath my panties. He did the same on the other side. Then his hands moved to the top of my thigh as he slid another bill in, this one closer to my pussy than anyone else had dared. He did it again on the other side. Eighty-dollars was just a percentage of my $500 hourly rate, but the exhilaration I felt was incredible.
It was nothing compared to what he did next though.
The final twenty-dollar bill he saved until I was gyrating my pussy close to his face in the heat of the moment. One finger slid underneath the top of my panties and pulled it away. He could probably make out the small patch of pubic hairs above my pussy as close as he was.
My throat caught though as I felt exposed to him. With his other hand, he slid the twenty inside my panties. He slid it so deep that the back of two fingers rubbed up against my clit. Two thick, strong fingers.What the hell?
In any other situation, I would probably have ended things before now. I couldn’t believe my reaction to his touch, though. I undulated my hips so that he rubbed my clit with his knuckles at least a half-dozen times. My eyes closed after the first stroke and I just let the pleasure wash through me. I heard no sound. I could not discern a word said by anyone. The music seemed a bare hum of sound to me.
There was just me, my clit, and his knuckles in my entire world. Those things and pleasure.
I stopped and then pulled away so that my pussy escaped his magical fingers. I had no intention of putting on a live sex show for everyone bordering the stage. They didn’t have enough money in LA to get me to do that.
Haven’t you already done that, Reggie?
My Dark Eyed Magic Man didn’t smile. He just gave me this smoldering look that had me melting worse than I had until now. I shot him an embarrassed smile as I braced myself on all fours to stand up. This brought my face near his again.
“Give me a lap dance,” he said in my ear, loud enough for only me to hear. At least I hoped so.
I blushed crimson and reached out for my bra, which he had clutched in one hand. He tucked it into an inside suit pocket.
“Give me a lap dance and you can have it back.”
“Keep it,” I blurted out as I stood. I grabbed my wrap-around and then stumbled from the stage. My senses were scrambled. I didn’t know up from down. I focused on Carol at the edge of the stage and moved towards her in a daze.
Who does he think he is? Like hell I will give him a lap dance.
“That was Muse in her debut at The Cherry Pie. You might say you popped her cherry tonight, gentleman. Give her a big round of applause and maybe she’ll come back.”The club’s anthem, “Cherry Pie” by Warrant,began playing over the sound system.
When I got to Carol, she gave me a big hug. The applause and cries rang through my ears. Goosebumps stood out on my arms and breasts.
I glanced over my shoulder to look at the audience. To look at the mysterious man who suddenly had me wanting to give him a lap dance and anything else that he asked for.
What the fuck, Reggie?
Chapter2
A Proposition
I triedto compose myself as adrenaline and lust coursed through my system in equal measures. Music still blared from the other room as the DJ announced the next dancer. My legs felt shaky, and I had to sit down in the chair by a makeup table. My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath.
“Here’s your rum and coke, Sugar,” Roxi, the cocktail waitress, said. She took care of the dancers. She was an older woman. Well, she looked older than me, that is. She had flaming red hair and a body that had seen better days, but must have been gorgeous when she was younger.
I took it, surprise showing on my face. I looked at Carol, who shrugged her shoulders with that not-me look on her face. She was the only one here that knew I liked rum and coke.
