Page 57 of Floored By Love

“Here’s a video,” Orion said, holding out his phone.

“I thought this place was no phones?” I asked.

Orion shrugged.

Here we go. Colton was going to be upset and admit this was a stupid idea, and we would leave.

“I look good!”

Or not.

Colton bought a lap dance for me. Right in the middle of the club, I had a - not gonna lie - super cute twunk rubbing his junk into my chest and around my face. It wasn’t so much his moves that eventually did something for me, but his ass. The second he turned around, my eyes were drawn to his perfect bubble butt, framed by a skimpy jockstrap. It was one that many workouts had shaped.

I’m only human. My dick responded. And since it’s of the sizeable variety, the dancer noticed. I think he felt it at first, but when he stood up, my bulge was apparent. It’s likely he was as excited because I noticed his bulge straining in its pouch, and he started whispering very dirty things into my ear as he continued his dance. I, of course, blushed hard, because the only guys that had said anything remotely similar were porn stars in scenes I jacked off to, or Luke.

Speaking of, I glanced quickly to see what Luke thought of the dancer and his seat was empty.

Where’d he go?

“Thanks for the compliment, beefcake.” My dancer brought my focus back to him when he squeezed my crotch. “Always nice to turn a guy on, especially one as hot as you.”

“Th-thanks. Your ass is amazing.”

He chuckled, and leaned in. “It’s yours, if you want it. Name’s Jamie if you want to find me later.” He gave my ear lobe a lick and I couldn’t help but shiver.

I collapsed back into my seat.

“Looks like you enjoyed yourself,” Colton said.

I glanced at him and smiled, nodding.

“Here we go, boys!”

Luke was back, with fresh drinks for all of us.

“Shouldn't we be buying you drinks?” Alex asked.

Before Luke could answer, Orion shouted over the music. “Luke’s the gold medalist. He deserves some junk in his face, too!” He called a dancer over.

I tried to yell, “Fuck yeah,” but I don’t think that’s what came out. Shit. I was a little tipsy.

Should I have bought him a lap dance?

Luke’s dancer was bigger than mine. Bigger than me, actually. He picked up Luke, with what seemed like no effort, and hauled him onto the stage. Everyone in the club, of course, recognized Luke. Big Guy called the other dancers onto the stage and they challenged Luke to a dance off. When Luke inevitably won in a totally not planned way, Big Guy presented him with a gold trophy and then proceeded to grind on him some more in front of everyone to a dance mix of Queen’s We Are the Champions. Not your typical stripper song, but Big Guy made it work.

When the song and dance were over, Big Guy picked Luke up in a fireman’s lift, carried him down off the stage, and placed him gently back in his seat. I heard him lean in and say, “If you want to meet me later, my name’s Brandon. Here’s my number.”

The growl that came from my throat was enough for Colton to hear over the music. “Down, boy.” He glared at me.

I glared back. “What?”

“Someone can’t hold their liquor.”

“I dunno what you’re talkin’ ‘bout.”

“Mm-hmm. You’re startin’ to talk like me, sugar.”

“I’m fotally tine. Sotally fine.” I scoffed and straightened my expression. “I’m good, Colt.”