and into the alcove where three bouncers wait. My friend Matt is there and he turns to face me. “Hey.” He smiles as his eyes scan my scantily dressed body. “Look at you.”
I cringe. “Oh God. Do I look okay?” I whisper.
“You look fucking hot.”
I smile, grateful.
“You dancing tonight, babe?” he asks.
I nod. “Just one.”
“Let’s go.” He gestures to the door.
“Huh?” I frown.
“I will come with you. You won’t be anywhere alone out there.”
“Oh.” My eyes widen in horror. Oh no, he can’t watch me. I’ll get stage fright.
“Matt, can you do me a favor?”
“What’s that?”
“Can you just watch me from over near the wall. I won’t be able to do it if I see you right there.”
He smiles and nods before we walk out into the club. The lights are dimmed, and scantily dressed girls weave between the mass of powerful men. The mood in the room is sexy. It’s forbidden desire at its best. How many of these men are married, here to quench their thirst for new flesh?
I look over and I see Cameron. Wearing his expensive suit, he is seated in the large, leather chair, drink in his hand as he waits for his own pound of flesh. His dark hair is wavy on top and he has a growth shadow over his square jaw.
I slowly walk over to stand in front of him. His eyes rise to meet mine and a sexy smile crosses his face.
He won.
“You wanted a lap dance, sir?”
He sits back and readjusts the obvious erection in his pants.
Fuck, he’s hot.
“I did,” he replies as his eyes hold mine and he slowly sips his drink.
I walk toward him and slowly drop to my knees between his legs, he inhales sharply.
“Your wish is my command,” I whisper.
His eyes are locked on mine and his jaw hangs slack. Electricity zaps between us.
“What do you want?” I breathe as my tongue darts out to lick my bottom lip.
His hungry eyes watch me. “You,” he whispers. “I want you.”
The music starts. Rude boy from Rihanna and I smirk. This song is very fitting.
Come here rude boy, boy,
Can you get it up?
Come here rude boy, boy,
Is you big enough?
Take it, take it.
Baby, baby.
I seductively slide my hands up his shins and rest them on his inner thighs to push his legs apart and pull him forward in his chair. He inhales sharply and places his drink down on the side table. His eyes never leave mine. I drop my head between his legs and blow hot air through his pants, onto his thigh. I hear him moan softly and I nip his thigh with my teeth. His hands instinctively go to the back of my head, and he holds me tenderly between his palms. My eyes close in pleasure.
This man…
I move my ass in time to the beat as I focus my attention on his hard cock, placing my mouth over it. His hand tightens on the back of my head.
“Jesus Christ,” he whispers.
I look up at him and smirk from my position between his legs. “My name is Ashley,” I whisper.
His eyes hold mine. His face falls as something changes between us. He brings his hand up and tenderly cups my cheek, and I turn my head to kiss the palm of his hand. Dear God.
What is this? What is this feeling between us?
I remember where I am and continue to move to the beat as I climb onto his lap. My knees rest on either side of his legs, my body only inches above his crotch. I lean closer so that my breasts are only inches away from his mouth, and arch my back.
“Fuck.” He growls as he reaches up and grabs my hips to slam me down onto his hard cock.
My head rolls back in pleasure and Matt suddenly appears out of nowhere. “Hands off,” he orders Cameron.
I put my hand up in a stop signal. “Go away, Matt,” I snap. I need Cameron to touch me.
Hell, I really need him to touch me.
Matt backs off to his corner and my attention goes back to the hard man beneath me. With his hands planted firmly on my hips, he drags me over his hard cock, and my body shudders in approval.
His eyes flicker with a dangerous level of arousal, and it’s all I can do not to slide my shorts to the side and mount him.
Fuck… I need this. He sways my hips and grinds me onto his hard body. His mouth opens and