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Finn
Truthfully, I didn’t expect much out of the evening. I thought we’d go, have a couple of free drinks, maybe buy a couple more, and then head out once Flynn was done ogling the girls and realized that the night wouldn’t be more than just window shopping for pleasure neither of us would ever be able to afford.
And then Flynn takes one look at the girls walking around the room, and buys into the one spot left in the damn game.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I look at him, astonished. The truth is, Idoknow what he’s doing—thinking he’s getting a chance at something that would be beyond his reach, normally. But ifIwere going to bet on anything, it’d be that even the buy-in for the game is going to take every extra penny he has.
“This is a waste,” I tell him flatly as he hands his card over. “When was the last time you actually played poker?”
“Like six months ago.” Flynn grins at me. “It’ll be fine.”
“That was with friends.” I shake my head. “You’re just going to lose all that money.”
“But what if I don’t?” That grin is still on Flynn’s face, and I shrug.
“Don’t come crying to me after.” I nod towards the bar. “Good luck, brother. I’m going to go get a drink.”
I have half a mind to just leave. I’d expected to spend a night shooting the shit with my friend, not sitting alone at the bar while he plays poker. If that’s how he wants the night to go, he doesn’t need me here to be his audience.
Two drinks, I tell myself, walking up to the bar and ordering a whiskey and ginger from the man standing there wiping off a glass. I figure I can head out after, once I’ve enjoyed the free drinks courtesy of Nikolai. I see him off to the side, speaking with a woman who has her back to me, and I wonder if he’ll recognize me. We haven’t spoken to each other much—the last time I saw him was when we rescued his sister from the basement she’d been chained up in by her kidnapper.
Neither of us liked each other much. But if I’m going to be running things for Theo, I’m likely going to have to deal with Nikolai more often.
The woman steps away from Nikolai, turning to walk towards the steps of the stage as the players begin to sit down around the table. For a moment, all I see is the view from the back—a lovely view. She has a perfect heart-shaped ass, framed in silvery lace panties that curve over exactly the spot a man’s hands would ache to grab, her hair tumbling down her back in thick black waves. I feel a spark of curiosity, waiting for her to turn around as she gets up onto the stage, and a stab of foolishness immediately after. I’d told Flynn he was an idiot for the same thing, having an interest in any of these girls, all of whom are out of reach.
I don’t particularly relish the idea of buying a woman, anyway. They’re all here of their own free will—I know Nikolai runs upstanding businesses, or as upstanding as these sorts of establishments can be—but it still feels…tawdry. Taboo in a way that I suppose could be arousing to some, but just makes me a little uncomfortable.
I finish the whiskey, motioning for my second.Just this one, and then I’ll head out,I think to myself—then I look back towards the stage, and she turns around.
Christ, she’s fucking beautiful. For a moment, all I can do is stare at her. She’s utter perfection in every way that I can imagine—a gorgeous pale face framed by all that thick black hair, dark eyes fringed with long lashes, full red-stained lips that any man would die to have wrapped around his cock. The corset she’s wearing gives her an even more curvaceous figure than I imagine she normally has, a narrow waist topped by breasts that would overflow my palms, and plush thighs that I can practically feel pressing against my hips. My cock twitches, swelling a little against my leg as I look at her, and I suck in a breath at the sudden, unexpected arousal.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been so attracted to a woman that I’ve gotten aroused in public. The guys have managed to drag me along to ordinary strip clubs every now and then, and each time, I find the women attractive enough, but not so much so that I’m sitting there with a hard-on. Even the few times I’ve been convinced to buy a dance, it doesn’t really get me aroused. It feels manufactured, so disingenuous that it’s more of a turn-off than anything else. But this woman—
Everything about herscreamssex, and there’s a mysterious, seductive glint in her eyes as she stretches out over the lounge set up on the stage, arching and writhing against the surface of it as she starts to put on the show Flynn talked about. I can’t tell if she’s the kind of girl who would sink to her knees and beg to pleasure a man or the type who would tease and torment, but either way, I can imagine it would be an experience.
Maybe not an experience worth five grand, but—
The entire purpose of her show, of course, is to distract the players at the table. It’s amusing to watch how quickly Flynn falls for it, his eyes flicking constantly back and forth between his cards and her as she gets up and sways towards the edge of the stage. I hope he has a good hand, because otherwise, I don’t know how he’s even getting past the first round.
She knows how to put on a show, that’s for sure. I’m not surprised by it—I figured once she went up on the stage, she’d do the sort of striptease routine that is common to these kinds of places, making the game a little more challenging. It’s no hardship to watch her, that’s for sure—she might be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and when she teasingly turns around, unhooking her bra from the back, I feel my mouth go a little dry at the thought of seeing her gorgeous breasts bare.
When she turns around, they’re every bit as lovely as I could have imagined. She raises her hands up over her head, swaying teasingly to the soft beat of the music, and I unthinkingly rub my palm over my thigh, thinking of how her soft flesh would feel under my fingers. Her breasts are full and round, pushed up by the corset, dusky pink nipples soft against the creamy flesh.I wonder what she tastes like.
The thought flickers through my head before I can stop it, how her soft skin would feel against my tongue, if she tastes of soap and perfume, and I can imagine her nipple stiffening in my mouth, the moan she would make—
My cock twitches again, swelling uncomfortably, and I realize with a start that I’m on my way to having a full hard-on sitting here at the bar. It’s not helped by the way she walks towards the lounge again, those full breasts swaying with every movement. When she arches backward onto the lounge again, her body twisting against the velvet in a way all too reminiscent of how she might move beneath me if I were there with her, she suddenly turns her head in the direction of the bar—I could swear she’s looking right atme.
Fuck. Lust pulses through me, blood throbbing in my cock, and I watch, stunned, as she slides her hand over the corset, down her stomach, towards the apex of her thighs.
She’s not…
That’s too much, even for a place like this. I’d thought it would be a striptease, nothing more. But I watch, all of the thoughts in my head feeling as she slowly parts her legs, one silver heel resting on the stage as her thighs spread open—I realize those silver-grey panties have a split right where her—
Oh god.
Even her pussy is perfect. Soft and pink and glistening in the light from the stage, her fingers covering her clit, delving between her outer folds as she strokes herself slowly. I stare at her, stunned at the extent of the show she’s putting on. Her back arches, her gaze still fixed on me as her fingers go still for a moment—
And then she spreads herself open with her fingers, showing off all of that wet, intimate flesh to the audience below the stage—including me.
