Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
She rocked her hips with exaggeration as she approached him, biting her lip to draw his attention there. And, boy, did it!
He was staring at her mouth as she stepped toe to toe with him. Being that close reminded her how much smaller she was than him, especially since she was now barefoot. She spun around and backed up until her ass was pressed into his crotch and then she ground it in circles as she bent over to grab her ankles.
There was no mistaking that she was affecting him and not in a bad way. That hard line in his jeans couldn’t be anything other than what she should expect from a customer during a personal lap dance, so she had to get used to it.
As she continued to work her ass against him, she reached back and unclipped her bra and let it fall to the floor. When she swung back up as she tossed her hair—she hoped in a sexy fashion—the top of her head cracked him right in the chin.
He grunted and jerked. She winced at the pain, grabbing her head and crying out, “Ow!”
His arm snaked around her waist as he held her up. “Fuck. You okay?”
She tried to turn to face him and put a little distance between them since her ass was still smashed against his searing hot erection, but he wouldn’t loosen his hold.
“I... I think so. You have a hard chin.”
“You gotta hard head, woman.”
She glanced up over her shoulder at him. “Can you let me go?” The heat of his bare chest against the naked skin of her back made a tingle happen in places that have lied dormant for a long time.
“No, ain’t lettin’ you go. Not ‘til I’m ready.”
Something about his words made her think there was more behind their meaning than what was at the surface.
“Aren’t you going to let me finish?”
“What’s to finish? You’re standin’ in just your panties. You gonna pull them off, too?”
“If I have to.”
“Woman,” he said, the impatience thick in his voice. “This ain’t you.”
“But I did a good job, right? I can feel how well I did.” She sure could. He was no small man. Everywhere.
“Got the same thing when you were wearin’ those fuckin’ ugly clothes this mornin’.”
He did? “Is that normal?”
He grunted. “Yeah, I get hard.”
“No, I mean over your dancers.”
“No. Not over my girls.”
“Am I one of your girls?” she whispered, optimism rushing through her.
“Nope.”
All the air fled her as did her last thread of hope. “What did I do wrong this time?”
“Nothin’. Just ain’t for you.”
She jerked against the arm that was holding her like a vice against him. “Let me go.”
She jerked again and when he released her without warning, she stumbled forward. He captured her wrist and pulled her upright before she fell to the floor. Pushing the hair out of her face, she glared up at him. “That’s not your decision.”
“Sure is.”
“No, I mean whether this is for me or not. That isn’t your decision.”
“Yeah. It is.”
Her mouth gaped open at his sheer bossiness. She snapped it shut. “No! I mean... I’ll find somewhere else... another club.”
“No, you won’t.”
She yanked at her wrist. “Why not?”
He pushed off the counter and pulled her to him. “’Cause other clubs don’t give a shit about their girls like I do.”
“Right.”
“Listen, baby girl, this ain’t for you.”
“So you keep saying.”
“I’m right. Been doin’ this a long damn time. You’re clearly outta your element.”
“And you’re wrong.”
He sighed. Then before she could stop him—like she could stop him—he was pulling her over to the living room. He didn’t release her until after he sank onto the couch. As she stood in between his parted knees, she stared at him in confusion.
“Show me,” he demanded.
“Show you what?”
“Just plunked down five big ones for you to get me off. Gotta get me off without having sex with me. Can you do it?”
Huh? This wasn’t on any of the videos! “What?”
“You heard me.”
“I thought...”
“Need money so bad... this is what ya gotta do. Big spenders don’t wanna just see you shake your tits an’ ass. They wanna get somethin’ out of it. Can’t get paid for sex, though. Gotta ride that fine line if you know what I mean.”
Oh Lord, she knew what he meant. She not only had to turn a customer on but appease him in ways that wasn’t illegal if she wanted to bank a lot of money and do it quickly.
She closed her eyes and sucked a deep breath through her nostrils to calm her racing heart.
She could do this. She had to do this. She had no choice but to do this.
Right?
“So I can’t touch you?”
“Can fuckin’ touch me as much as you like, baby girl, but not in a way that could be seen as sexual contact. Means no suckin’, no fuckin’, an’ no jerkin’ ‘em off. They gotta keep their clothes on. Yours are optional. You can touch ‘em, they can’t touch you. They do, dance ends immediately. Got someone right outside the door for each private dance. You yell, they’re bustin’ in there an’ bustin’ heads. Got me?