Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 122896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 614(@200wpm)___ 492(@250wpm)___ 410(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 614(@200wpm)___ 492(@250wpm)___ 410(@300wpm)
When he reached the end of the T, he removed his sunglasses and tucked them into his pocket before slipping out of his jacket, all while grinding his hips. He threw it over his shoulder and did the same sexy strut back, with one hand tucked in a pocket like a business man leaving the office at the end of a long day.
Once he was back on the main stage, he tossed his jacket out of the way, rolled his hips and shoulders, swinging his head from left to right with the music. He bit his bottom lip, then grinned, loosening his tie and lifting it over his head before chucking it off to the side.
The second his fingers went to the buttons of his dress shirt, the women went nuts.
He slipped each button free while moonwalking across the stage. When he hit one end, he did a Michael Jackson hip move by rising onto his toes and adding a crotch grab that sent the ladies rocketing out of their seats. By the time he moonwalked back to the other side of the stage, repeating the same hip move and crotch grab, he had his shirt completely unbuttoned and quickly slipped out of it, tossing it to Nick standing right off stage.
Then he strutted back out to center stage again in just his pants and tank top, raised his arms up and flexed, kissing one bicep and then the other, before grinding his hips once again in a slow circle. With clenched fists, he pumped his flexed arms up and down, while thrusting his hips.
Like with the opening dance, he leaped straight up in the air, then dropped into a dolphin dive. Once he landed on all fours, he rolled his hips like he was fucking the floor since that seemed to be a crowd favorite with the ladies. He dragged himself across the stage by his hands while pulling his knees behind him in what he hoped looked like a sexy military crawl.
Pull. Hump. Pull. Hump. Pull. Hump…
By the time I Like the Way You Move by BodyRockers filled the air, he was back on his feet, shredding the tank top and tossing the remains out into the audience, then flexing his pecs to make them bounce. With one sharp tug, his pants broke away and he tossed them aside to expose the skin-tight shorts he wore underneath. While somewhat similar to boxer briefs, they were much smaller, tighter and a hell of a lot shinier.
He had to admit, they did frame his cock nicely and he might have to consider wearing them on his next “date.”
On his way down the T again, he went through all the typical moves he learned and when he got to the very end, he began pointing at a few women, giving them a wink and wagging his tongue at them. Once he had them in a frenzy, he turned around and bent over, giving them a closer view of his ass while shaking it and flexing his thighs.
The decibel level in the club between the loud music and the even louder women made both his ears ring and his temples throb.
He might not only lose his damn cock, he might also lose his hearing, but he pushed on anyway by picking out a woman in the audience, pointing at her, pointing to the side stairs, then crooking his finger at her.
She didn’t need any more encouragement to join him. She sprung from her seat and raced over to the stairs at the side of the stage. With an extended hand, he assisted her up the steps. Keeping a tight grip on her, he tugged her to the center of the stage and put his lips to her ear to tell her to stay put.
The brunette was blushing while also laughing as Finn danced around her, occasionally pausing in front of her to grab her hand, slide it down his chest and even over his crotch. But he kept control of hers with his own so she wouldn’t go too far or do any damage.
Eventually he got her onto her back on the floor, sliding down her body until they were in a sixty-nine position with him humping her face and doing body rolls over top of her to look like they were fucking. He ended it by tea-bagging her when he ground his balls against her forehead.
She was laughing so hard she began to hiccup as she beat him on the ass like a fucking drum.
Plastering a grin on his face, he bounced back up to his feet, helped her stand, and gave Nick a chin lift. The manager, once again standing off to the side and out of sight from the audience, came back out and escorted the woman to her seat.