Wicked Love - Michelle Dare Page 0,108

needing to sort myself out. I straighten in my seat and adjust my posture. I cross my legs like a lady and stay planted on my chair, where I plan on staying until he returns. Because I’m not that kind of girl! The thought more meant for him if he’s listening.

The lights start to flicker, dimming even lower. Smooth jazz begins to play around the club. Bass dominates the chorus, then a simple melody of piano and drums add to the mix. My attention turns away from the door, realizing we’re not in the back, but front and center. Lights begin to bloom, illuminating two women on a stage. I take a sharp inhale when I realize they’re practically naked, except for a lacey thong. Without realizing it, I adjust my position so I’m facing them, curious of what’s to come. The two women begin to dance with one another in a slow, sensual manner. My breath hitches as they wrap themselves around each other, their breasts brushing against the other’s. One woman’s hands wrap around the other’s waist as she dances against her thigh, her lips parted with obvious arousal.

The other woman is no less affected. Her eyes barely open, her hands caressing her ass, putting pressure on the other’s sexual grip to her thigh. I’m lost in the provocative movements, finding myself just as aroused. I watch in fascination as one’s hand caresses the other’s breasts, taking her small nipple in between her fingers and pinching. My mouth falls open along with the woman’s, feeling the throb in my own. I squeeze my legs tighter as the woman rubs her wetness against the other’s thigh, both lips parted in want. The urge to touch and pinch my own breasts is overwhelming. There’s lingering temptation of how it would feel to be between them, their hands all over me, touching me. The indecency starts to turn my belly, and my skin begins to heat.

Then, their mouths close around one another. Their kiss is so electric, an unfamiliar sound falls off my lips. My tongue wets my lower lip as I fantasize what it would be like to kiss a girl. The sensual feel of her as she pinched my breasts. I’m overcome with desire, my skin vibrating with need. One woman pulls something from the other’s thong. A sucker. As she holds it between her teeth, the other tears off the wrapper.

I scoot to the edge of my seat, desperate to know what’s to come. They turn, making eye contact with me. My stomach tightens, and the room quiets like we’re the only three in the room. I’m stuck in tunnel vision, my sight only on them. With a slow ease, they slither toward me, leaving the stage. As one woman stops in front of me, the other leans forward, shocking me as she takes the sucker and places it in my mouth.

I accept it, aching to know the flavor. How it feels on my tongue. There’s no urge for her to retreat as she pushes the lollipop farther into my mouth. I suck down on it, claiming the roundness with my tongue. I’m lost in the moment, my eyes at half-mast, throbbing between my legs. She pulls the sucker from my lips and steps back, guiding her partner back on the stage. Their attention is back on one another as the other woman lays down. Her hands begin to cup her breasts, pressing them together, her dark nipples on full display. But it’s when the other one lowers herself over her that I’m in fear of losing it. She glides down her body, spreads the woman’s legs, and inserts the candy into her sex. With slow, soft thrusts, she fucks her with the candy, pushing me closer to my own sexual release.

I’ve never seen anything so erotic. My nipples ache, my sex throbs, my panties are soaked. I have no idea what’s happening, but I want what they have. I want to be on that stage. Feel the pressure of the sweetness pushing into me. My hands shake as I fight not to touch myself. She pulls the candy out and moves up her partner, placing the sucker into her mouth and watches as she kisses off the juices of her—

“What has you in such a state, mon cherie?”

His voice is like icing on the cake. I should jump out of my seat and escape this shameful show. But I want nothing more than to be a part