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I slowly scroll my eyes down to his bulge, emphasizing his manhood.
His eyes heat up, and before he can agree, I grab his hand and pull him toward the stage.
I’ll take that as a yes.
I look around to see where everyone is, hoping that no one’s noticing what we’re doing…or where we’re going.
Back in one of the booths, Liam looks happier than ever with Becky on his lap, drinking and teasing each other. They appear as the power couple they are—him as the Pimp and her as the Head Mistress—reveling in their power as they watch their world of sin dance around them.
Meanwhile, Perce and Sammi seem more than comfortable with Bruce. Sammi is twirling her straw around deliberately while Percy looks like she’s sponsoring a male stripper who’s found a very comfortable position in her lap.
I spot a door at the end of the stage, and we head toward it, weaving through the howling women and the waving hundred-dollar bills.
Pushing through the doors, we look around to see what appears to be the dressing room. The smell of sweat, ripe cologne, and grainy protein powder filling in the air confirms it.
We find some random cliché stripper garb—the fireman, the lumberjack, a uniformed man…oh, and the policeman. I gravitate toward the badge and navy blue uniform envisioning Brendon ordering me around and cuffing me like the bad girl that I want to be. Like he did before…
“Strip! We need to change,” he orders me, and I turn toward him, away from my fantasy.
“So bossy,” I say with a smirk, pretending to care that he’s being demanding. It’s so damn sexy.
Yeah…he’ll need to enforce the rules sooner rather than later.
“You promised me a dance. And given the context, the fewer clothes, the better,” he says.
He eyes me up and down, and I feel like I’m already naked under that glare, which makes it so much easier for me to take my clothes off.
I peel off the straps of my dress slowly, occasionally peeking at Brendon to see if he’s watching.
That’s what I thought; he hasn’t looked away once.
“Enjoying the show?” I smile, batting my hooded eyelids at him.
He unbuckles his belt and whips it out aggressively. I notice the tent in his pants, and my cunt clenches at his impressive arousal.
If only I got this excited to see Norbert’s dick.
That is, when he actually gets hard enough to fuck me.
“You’ve missed something.” He nods his chin up at me.
What? How can I miss something? I look down at my black lace bra and matching underwear.
“This isn’t a nude strip club!” I say and grab onto my garments, acting shy.
He stalks over to me and reaches behind me, unclasping my bra with a single stroke of his fingers.
“Brendon!” I gasp while clutching the cups as the straps begin to cascade down my arms.
“Partial nudity,” he says while his gaze gradually travels up my neck, staring at my lips and then meeting my eyes.
The expression he’s giving me coils my ache for him, and my cunt pools at the growing anticipation.
“Well then, what about you?” I try to distract him…and myself.
Letting my bra fall to the ground, I reach for the hem of his shirt and rip it off him abruptly.
“Woah! That’s impressive. Are you sure you don’t take your clothes off professionally?”
