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“May I pour you a glass?”
I’m trying not to freak out. Trying not to wonder what he’s thinking right now. I’m not doing so well with either.
“Please do. I’m rather thirsty all of a sudden.”
Our fingers touch as I hand the glass over and sparks shoot under my skin. “Enjoy.”
He takes a sip and leans back into the chair. “I believe I’m about to. Shall we get started?”
“Sure.” I walk over to the sound system and hit play. Each dancer gets to select their own playlist. I simply have to press a button and viola; sexy beats begin thumping through the speakers.
The VIP rooms feature a small platform with a pole that lies between a wall of mirrors and the chaise. I allow the beat of The Weeknd’s “Earned It” to flow through my body as I step up. I hook one leg around the pole, kick off with the other, and send my body spinning. Midair, I clench the pole with my thighs and flip upside down. I slide down slowly, arching my back sinuously. I open my legs into a wide V until my thighs touch the floor. My heart is pounding but I’m determined not to falter in front of him. I keep telling myself this is just like any other dance.
Our eyes meet as I lift up and make my way toward the chaise. I lean forward, placing my hands on his knees. His large intake of air tells me he’s not as cool as he’s pretending to be. I crawl up his body until my cleavage is at eye level, peel the champagne glass from his hand, and take a sip before placing it on the side table.
With my breasts practically smothering him I say, “Do you like what you see, Mr. Cooper?”
“Much more than I should.”
His pupils are dilated and filled with heat. A thick vein bulges from his forehead and his jaw is set into a hard line. He raises a hand and places it on my hip.
“No, no,” I scold as I remove his hand. “No touching allowed.”
“Is that a special rule for me, or for all your customers?”
“It’s a house rule. Hands off the entertainment. You can look all you want but you can’t touch.”
“And that’s what you are? The entertainment?”
“You tell me.” I roll my hips and press my chest into his face. “Are you entertained?”
“You’ll find out if you go any lower.”
I smile as I lift off his lap and turn around. He groans when I bend forward and touch the floor. I lower my body into a full split, before crawling forward on all fours. I turn toward him and scissor my legs suggestively before opening them wide, allowing him to look his fill.
“Jesus, Kat.”
I join him in the chair again, straddle his legs, grab onto his shoulders, and move my body in a wave-like formation. “So, Mr. Cooper, do you come here often?”
“First time.”
He grunts as I lower my body and grind into his lap. I give him a cheeky smile when I feel how entertained he is. His lack of control emboldens me. My nerves have taken a back seat and Red is now at the helm. I slowly lift the nightie over my head and throw it behind me. My breasts are heavy; swollen with need. Typically, I’d wait longer before removing more clothing but the material from my bikini top abrades my hardened nipples. I reach behind me and loosen the ties. His eyes are fixed on my movements as I remove the tiny scraps of material and dramatically drape it around his neck.
“What do you think so far?” I press my breasts together and roll my nipples through my fingertips. “You didn’t look very happy when you first came in.”
“I wasn’t.”
I place my hands on his chest and throw my head back as I ride him over his clothes. Goosebumps scatter across my flesh as I envision doing this to him while neither one of us are wearing anything. I normally do whatever I can to refrain from any lap-to-ass contact during a private dance, but my body seems to have a mind of its own at the moment. I grind into his erection shamelessly, watching with pleasure as his eyes sparkle with unfettered lust.
I bite my lip to stifle a moan. “And now?”
He grabs onto my hips again and this time, I don’t stop him. “I don’t know…blood isn’t flowing so well… to my brain right now.” He pulls me into him to punctuate his statement.
“Mmm, I happen to like where it’s flowing at the moment.”
“Of course you do; you know I’m at your mercy right now.”
I laugh unabashedly. “Ah, the power of the pussy.”
