I feel like a nice juicy antelope that a lion has in his view and is getting ready to devour – that’s exactly what Mike looks like. I drop to my hands and knees. Maybe if I can distract him well enough, I can get out of here before he figures out who I am. I lock gazes with him, ignoring how strange and nervous that makes me feel. He’s totally relaxed in his seat, but he’s not fooling me. He’s ready to pounce. I have to walk this line very carefully. I also can’t afford to get turned on, and I kind of am. I could tell myself that a man who looks like Mike Huntington just looks at you and you’re bound to get excited, but that’s not it. The truth is, I’m attracted to the asshole, even when I know I shouldn’t be.
I stop advancing toward him when there’s about two feet between us. I’ve purposely set the music loud and the lights low. I’m hoping this plays to my advantage since the lights in here are shit anyway. I turn, popping my ass up in the air, rocking it to tease him. I know my ass is one of my better features. I have more than my share of tits and ass, and using those assets have kept a roof over my head. I roll over so I’m sitting, watching him, slapping my feet against the floor, thrusting my hips up, before going back down and pointing my legs up in the air. I slowly bring them back down spreading them into a split, perfectly aligned. When I go back to my hands and knees, I crawl up his body, moving his legs apart. I watch his eyes as I crawl between his legs. I can see the hunger in his eyes.
Hunger for me.
I shouldn’t like it…but I do. I feel as though my body is charged with electricity.
I bring my head down and then contort my body, flipping it up like I would if I was doing a head stand, but instead, I wrap my legs around his waist and use that hold to flip my upper body up so I’m sitting in his lap. The minute I’m settled on him, I can feel his cock pressing up against my center. I rock against him, and his cock is in the perfect spot. Our gazes meet and I have a sneaking suspicion that mine is just as hungry as his. His fingers bite into my ass, as he pushes up into me, rocking us to the rhythm that feels so good. I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter.
I’m in danger here…definite danger.
“Use me, Angel. You know you want to,” Mike moans.
He’s right. I do.
But I won’t.
Instead, I give him a thrill, taking off my top, revealing my DD size breasts. My nipples are covered by white star pasties, and even though I’ve never allowed this to happen in the private rooms, I’m pushing the envelope. I bring Mike’s head down, using my hands to thrust it down into my boobs. I feel his lips against the soft globe and before I can yank away, he’s got part of my tit in his mouth and he bites down, not even giving a damn about the pastie.
My body jerks as the pain makes me shudder. I immediately pull away from him. I should be revolted, but the pain is doing weird things to me.
Things I can’t even begin to understand.
“Who do you think you are?” I huff, backing away from him.
“Where are you going, Angel? It’s just starting to get good.”
“That shit is not allowed. You just ended the dance,” I mutter, forgetting to even try to disguise my voice this time. I’m forgetting everything except that I need to get the hell away from him. I walk over to the small control booth and flip off the music, although I have enough brains to leave the lights low. I grab my white robe and belt it around me, my breast still stinging, my body still vibrating.
“I paid for three dances, Angel. You owe me.”
“You got one dance and now you can get the hell out. In return, I won’t call Bubba to come in here and kick your ass.”
“Bubba?” he laughs. Not many men would laugh at the thought of Bubba going after them, but even I have to admit Bubba would have trouble with Mike. He’s all solid muscle, no flab like Bubba.
“Leave the