Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Forget dancing in them.
It took a lot of fucking skill, that was for damn sure.
After his eyes took a slow roll back up her body when she turned around, he noticed the black kitty ears tucked in her silky, dark hair. She had to be wearing hair extensions since the length reminded him of a real horse’s tail. Even with the ponytail set high on her head, the ends brushed against her ass.
But it wasn’t the abnormal length of her hair, or the insanely high heels that caught and held his attention.
It was the bullwhip coiled in her hand.
What the hell was she going to do with that?
He got his answer not even a minute later as she uncurled it, got a better grip on the thick handle and began to crack it over her head. Even from where he stood, he could hear the sharp snap.
She did a smooth, hip-rolling stroll to the very end of the stage and continued to crack the whip over her own head as well as the audience’s.
And every time she did it, her tits bounced magnificently.
Holy motherfucking shit!
He gripped his beer bottle so hard, he was surprised it didn’t shatter.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Saint appear from the back hallway and stand just on the other side of the velvet rope that kept the club patrons from going into the employee area.
In the past few weeks, Rez had never seen the Demon in charge of The Peach Pit pay much attention to any of his current stable of dancers when they were on stage.
Until tonight.
Rez was torn on whether to watch Saint or Sapphire.
The woman currently wielding a bullwhip like a rodeo professional won out. Hands down.
He only needed to make sure to catch up with Saint before the biker disappeared.
Sapphire moved around the stage, teasing her captive audience by using the whip as a prop on and around her body and occasionally cracking it simply with a flick of her wrist.
Where the fuck did she learn to do that?
Before he even realized it, his feet took him closer to the stage. He knew the exact moment she spotted him, because she did a quick double-take before a sultry smile crossed her face.
He’d smile, too, if he wasn’t so goddamn enthralled with her performance.
His fantasies about the woman on stage were going to be on fire when he was alone in his bed tonight. He might as well break out a fresh bottle of lotion, as well as a new box of tissues.
He swore every man in that building was drooling right now. Some of them had their mouths gaping open. Others were frantically tossing wadded up dollar bills at her feet, trying to catch her attention.
She ignored them and the money, keeping her focus on Rez for a few moments. Then she spun and strutted to the back of the stage where she placed the whip down and picked up something else.
A black leather riding crop.
A groan bubbled up Rez’s throat.
She was making more tips in her first few minutes than the other dancers did during their whole night. And she hadn’t even touched the goddamn pole yet.
As she moved around the edge of the stage, she’d pause, crook her finger at one of the men sitting in the chairs that surrounded it, order them to stand and turn around, then she’d smack them on the ass with the crop.
Within seconds, customers were rushing the stage for their turn.
When some of them insisted she hit them harder, she would comply with a strike that could be heard above the music while wearing a wicked smile on her bright red lips.
As soon as the song changed to Britney Spears’ Circus, she tucked the riding crop between her teeth and began to work the pole.
He really needed to keep an eye on Saint, but, fuck him, he was having a hard time pulling his eyes from what she was doing.
And what she was doing was shimmying up that damn pole all the way to the ceiling with that crop still between her teeth. At the top, she hooked a leg around the metal cylinder and, with power and control that was mind-blowing, extended her body out and swung around using only one leg.
The core strength this woman had… Holy fuck.
If he wasn’t already hard, he would be after thinking of all the possibilities.
He tuned out the rest of the men and only had eyes for Sapphire as she continued to do all kinds of aerial acrobatics on the pole.
Spin after spin. Right side up. Upside down. Hair swinging. Arms out. One leg. Two legs. Upside down splits high up in the air.
A sea of money covered the stage, and she hadn’t even taken off one damn piece of clothing yet.
His heart jumped into his throat as she suddenly slid down the pole at a neck-breaking speed. In a flash, she was standing on her crazy heels, doing an amazing back bend that showed just how flexible she was.