Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
“Next up is the curvaceous Petal! Put your hands together for a lovely girl who smells like a honeysuckle mixed with carnations!” the MC booms.
The introduction is silly, but I prance out on stage, my hair bouncing around my shoulders, and the men whistle and clap in appreciation. I give them a wink and turn my sizable ass toward them. My skirt just covers it, but the moment I start dancing, that’ll change. My music begins, and it’s a slow rendition of “Toxic” by Nina Nesbitt. Perfect.
I move my body to the music, allowing the tune to meld my muscles to its beat. I swing my hips sassily, and then sinuously stride to the gleaming pole in the center of the stage before wrapping my legs around the metal and pulling myself upside down. I’m a curvy girl, but I’m strong too, and sure enough, my skirt flips over, revealing my big bottom. But then, my breath seizes because I’ve caught a glimpse of him. Sure, I’m upside down, but there’s a dark shadow in the corner, and he’s unmistakable: an incredibly handsome man with dark hair and piercing blue eyes.
Oh wow, Marlene was right. He’s unbelievably good looking with a strong profile, square jaw, and an athletic build. Long legs in dark pants are tucked below the table, and his shoulders are broad, with powerful biceps crossed over his chest. The moment his eyes meet mine, I flip over once again and catch myself again with my thighs, leaning back in a cross-ankle release. Then, I slide down sinuously, dragging my curves against the gleaming metal.
That little stunt makes the man blink. Good. As my stilettos hit the ground, I squat and pump my ass up and down to more applause. Twerking works well when you have a juicy bottom, and I work it for all it’s worth. Then, I flip my hair over my shoulder coyly, again meeting the stranger’s eyes. He looks more like the cool, hard-to-read type, but at the moment, his blue eyes are glowing with heat. Electricity runs through my limbs as I slowly trail my palm from my thighs over my waist, up to my neck and through my hair.
Then, the pace changes. I grip the front of my blouse and rip it free, revealing my red lace bra. I drop to my knees, swinging my hair around, and then crawl toward the edge of the stage like a woman in heat. Then I do something that I’ve never done before: I abandon the rest of my routine and drop from the stage to the audience floor. There’s an audible gasp as I begin dancing mere feet from the customers. After all, these guys know me and my routine generally stays strictly in-bounds.
But tonight, I’m feeling wild. Swaying my hips, I dance sultrily towards the black-haired man as my assets bounce, letting my plaid skirt drop along the way. Now, my curves are encased in the tiniest bra-and-panty set, and my Double Ds bounce furiously, threatening to burst free at any moment.
When I finally get to the stranger, my breath catches because he’s even more gorgeous close up. The man has to be at least six foot four, dressed in dark jeans and a dark shirt, and he’s got blue eyes that remind me of molten cobalt. In time to the music, I walk around his chair while dragging my fingertips across his broad shoulders like a tease.
The man stiffens, although I can see it’s a good type of tension. He definitely wants more, but then the song ends, and I smile sultrily at him.
“Got something for me, big boy?” I coo.
He starts, but then opens his wallet and pulls out a hundred dollar bill. Perfect. The man reaches over to the waistband of my bikini bottoms, but I do him one better.
“No, put it here, big boy.”
With that, I tilt my hips invitingly, showing off my thong. Then, reaching between my legs, I pull the crotch of my panties aside so that he can slide the bill in that space. A dark flush descends on his cheekbones, but he doesn’t hesitate. Immediately, the money goes where it’s supposed to, and I snap the lace back in place.
“Thank you,” I smile coyly. “I’ll be seeing you.”
Then, I toss my hair over my shoulder and saunter back to the dressing room, collecting the money that the men have dropped for me along the way. As soon as the curtain swishes shut, Marlene squeals and hugs me tight.
“Lina oh my god!” she screams. “I can’t believe you did that!”
“You saw, did you?” I ask ruefully, my cheeks flushed.
“Hell yeah, I saw. Good for you, girlfriend! Way to ratchet up the heat!”
I laugh, although I’m panting with shock now. I can’t believe I was so wanton either, but I suppose there’s a first time for everything.