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‘Is it a good idea?’
‘No, but since when were you on the side of good?’
She had a point.
* * *
Nerves prickedat my belly as we sidled round the back of the building, looking for a way in. Esther had assured me someone would be out back to smoke, and we could slip in there.
Sure enough, a woman opened the door shortly after we arrived and didn’t question Esther when she confidently thanked her and waltzed right in. I followed, dumbstruck by her absolute brazenness.
The back corridors we found ourselves in were old and dingy, dirt gathering in corners and cobwebs stretching across the upper corners. It wasn’t my first time in the back rooms of strip clubs. Many of them were owned by crime organisations and used to launder money. The McGowans didn’t own any as far as I was aware, but they owned a sex club. Albeit, a much cleaner one that the strip club we’d just walked into. It hid the screams of the people I needed to extract information from well enough in the backrooms of the club.
Esther grabbed my fingers, pulling me along behind her as she peeked into the rooms that we passed. The occupants didn’t seem in the least bit phased they didn’t know who we were, more than one smiling at Esther. Music thrummed louder the deeper we got into the building through the warren of tiny rooms. Finally she found the one she was looking for, a room that was more closet than changing room. It overflowed with all manner of clothes. From tiny sparkly numbers to dress-up clothes.
‘What look should I go for?’ she said to me as I squeezed in behind her.
‘What do you like wearing?’
‘It’s more what will make the most money in the shortest amount of time before someone questions who I am. Something with multiple pieces I can take off. Delayed gratification and all.’ Esther grinned at me, moving foot to foot with an excited little hop. She really loved it. Whether it was the sneaking about or the fact she was going to be watched, I wasn’t sure.
‘You’ll look amazing in any of them,’ I said, reaching out and pulling her toward me. Running my hands up her stomach to her throat, I pinned her back against my chest, dragging my lips over her neck. ‘Tell me Esther, does it get you hot thinking about all those eyes on you?’
She swallowed hard, her throat bobbing against my fingers as she nodded. ‘Is that okay?’
‘More than okay. I like that you like being watched. I like it ever more that I can take you upstairs and be inside of you after, when you are all wet and wound up and needy.’
A soft moan made me grin as I nipped at her neck, loosening her jeans and sliding my hand down into her underpants. Soaked already. My dirty girl. ‘You’re going to go up there and dance with a wet cunt, aren’t you?’
‘Yes,’ she whispered, grinding against my hand as her head tipped back against my shoulder.
I toyed with her clit idly, enough to wind her up, but not with enough pressure to get her to come. A perfectly maddening amount.
‘Please,’ she moaned as she tried to move against me faster, to make me pick up the pace.
‘No, darling, not until after. I want to see you up there with those lust crazed green eyes. If you are a good girl, I’ll make you come after. As many times as you can take.’
I reached out and picked an outfit out, still wrapped in plastic. The picture on the front showed a black bra and a black thong, with some sort of fishnet enmeshment to go over the top with a matching skirt and thigh-high stockings. Even the thought of her in it had me rock solid.
‘You like this one?’ she said, taking the packet and running fingers over it. I mimicked the touch against her with my other hand still between her thighs.
‘I do. You’d look killer in anything, but you can tear that one off.’
When she looked over her shoulders at me, her eyes gleamed. ‘I like that you aren’t jealous. Most guys wouldn’t be so cool with me doing something so crazy.’
‘Why would I be jealous when I’m the one dragging you upstairs after and having my way with you? Fuck it, if it was a different kind of club, I’d get up there with you and take you right there on the stage.’ Her whole body quivered when I spoke, a gasp falling from her lips as I circled her swelling clit.
‘That would be… so fucking hot.’
I opened my mouth, ready to promise that one day we would, when reality kicked me in the stomach. I couldn’t promise anything because she wasn’t mine. We only had a few days left. So I turned her in my arms and captured her lips, pouring every emotion that ripped through me into her mouth. The kiss was heated and messy, desperate and decadent. I groaned as I pinned her back against the wall, knocking into a dresser that had a stack of unopened eyeliners and lipsticks in it.
With rough hands, I grabbed at a thigh, lifting one of her legs up to my waist as my dick pressed against her through our clothing. Tipping my hips, I ground the head of my cock against her, eliciting the sweetest sighs. ‘Atta girl, you just remember how good it feels to have me there. I’ll see you out there, and if you are very good, I’ll feed you my cock later.’
‘Yes please,’ she said against my lips, her arms wrapping around my neck as she claimed a last kiss.
‘I’ll be watching.’
I left her there, trepidation clawing at me as I walked out, finding a door to the back of the main room, by the toilets. No-one batted an eye as I strode purposefully toward the stage, slipping into a padded chair and subtly eyeing the other patrons seated within touching distance of where my girl would dance. It was packed. A woman was on stage, finishing up, her attention focused on one particular individual, an older guy with a whole wad of cash in his lap. He leaned forward and pushed another euro note into the waistband of her thong, smiling up at her as she moved so that her tits all but grazed his face.
