“Break a leg, skank!” Cherry chided as she stomped by.
Wow, nice girl! Regan couldn’t for the life of her figure out why Shay hated her guts so bad. What had she done? She had only just met her.
“Hey, American Pie,” Ebony said as she walked up beside Regan.
“Hey, girl!” Regan smiled, glad she remembered to respond to her stage name.
“I know you think you’re fooling some people, but you’re not fooling me,” Ebony began.
Regan’s heart stopped.
“You’re new, really new, I can tell. Just a piece of advice from me to you…there is no audience. The only person you’re dancing for is the guy that makes your heart zing. That’s it, he’s the only one out there…remember that, and you’ll be okay.” Ebony smiled and patted Regan on the arm.
Regan thought about what she said, and then she thought about Damon. She could kiss Ebony right now. “Thanks, that helps!”
The music ended and Regan’s heart went into overdrive. Thump, thump. Thump, thump. Adrenaline shot through her like lightning, and her skin began to buzz and tingle. She closed her eyes and thought about Damon, and then she reminded herself that he was the only one she was dancing for, just him and no one else.
She climbed the small stairs and stood offstage until she heard her music start. Fear and nervousness made her legs weak. An uneasy quiver spread from her stomach outward, sending goose bumps rising across her skin. Now or never.
Her feet carried her out onstage to loud catcalling and whistles. Her body moved in time with the music, with her hands on her hips to “Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy).” She tipped her cowboy hat as the lights flashed in her eyes. Strobe lights bounced around the stage, making it hard to concentrate. She could only see the men sitting up close and wondered if Damon was already there. Please don’t let me make an ass of myself.
She strutted across the stage, trying to adopt the look of confidence the other dancers had while toying with her tiny black bikini. Men cheered, urging her to take it off.
Regan turned her back to the audience and leaned forward, showing her other asset. She placed her hands firmly on the stage and pushed herself into a handstand. Her legs resembled a pair of scissors, and then she slowly allowed them to fall into a middle split. The men yelled out their excitement, and Regan returned her legs into the air. Slowly she put her feet on the floor and stood up, swaying her hips to the music and allowing it to vibrate through her. She took off her vest, threw it across the stage, and twirled around the pole.
Flashing a smile, Regan toyed with her top, slightly revealing what the crowd wanted to see. Finally, with one pull her top came off and fell to floor. Men on the front row held their bills into the air, dying to poke them into her bottoms. She fell to her knees and crawled to the edge of the stage where the men congregated. Up on her knees, her hips bucked and moved to the beat, her hands caressing her breasts with lust written all over her face. Eager hands snapped bills into her G-string as she continued her sexually-heated play before them.
Before she knew it, her music was coming to the end. Her mind became so worked up thinking about Damon and picturing only him while she danced that she lost track of everything. Men clamored around the stage as Regan waved and worked her way off, remembering Ebony’s advice earlier. When she got out of eyesight, she fell against a wall and took deep breaths while smiling. Her hands were still trembling, but she felt an erotic edge, and it was exhilarating.
“Damn, girl, that was hot!” Ebony said, waltzing up in her silver- and-blue genie outfit.
“Thanks!” Regan squealed and hugged her, not able to control her giddy emotions.
“Now you have floor time,” Ebony reminded her. “Check the schedule in case you have another dance.”
Regan nodded and walked off quickly toward the dressing room.
Even though her heart thundered erratically in her chest, she never felt more alive than at this very moment. Normally she didn’t feel sexy or attractive, but tonight, she felt exotic. A giddy sense of anticipation raced through her thinking about Damon sitting somewhere in the crowd. She wondered if he enjoyed watching her. The other night at the club he didn’t bother to watch any of the women. That thought made her smile again.
At her locker, Regan began to feel somewhat out of place in the sea of women hustling through in their various outfits. Outside of Ebony, none bothered to introduce themselves. I’m not here to make friends. Focus.
Regan didn’t really know what all floor time included, but already she knew lap dances were a part of it. She cringed, not sure if she could grind against some random guy’s lap. Now Damon, she loved to do that to him. Her face heated up as she dressed, thinking about Damon, and the time they had spent together so far. Although she was glad he put on his gentlemanly front, she hoped it wouldn’t last long.
She gave an approving look at herself in the mirror, noting how different she looked. This was what she had been craving, pure excitement.
* * * *
Damon’s molars had ground together while watching Regan, fighting the urge to go up to the stage and pull her off. If any one of those bastards would have touched her, he’d of lost his mind. He was sure of it. He knew he wasn’t angry, and it wasn’t jealousy, either. It was possessiveness. She was his whether she knew it or not. His animalistic nature wanted to bash every man in the head that ogled her up front. It was Mating 101. He had vied for her affection, she had accepted, and therefore she was his, pure and simple.
Shay squealed and slid into a chair at the table, disrupting Damon’s thoughts. “Hi, baby,” she cooed while Drew lapped up her attention to him.
“Damon, I want you to meet Shay. Shay, this is my brother, Damon,” Drew said proudly.
Damon glanced over. “Hi, nice to meet you,” he said, turning his attention back to looking for Regan.
Shay felt a little dismissed and burned a hole into Damon with her eyes. She kept a smile on her face while doing it.
“Give him a minute, sweetie. Drew said with a laugh. “The dancer that was on stage really got his attention. First woman he has looked at since we got here!”
“Really?” Shay smiled wickedly and looked toward the stage where men were yelling for her to come back out.
Damon turned his attention to Drew and Shay. “Sorry, I was engrossed.”
Drew barked out a laugh. “It’s about time!”
Damon smiled. If he only knew.
“She’s new.” Shay smiled sweetly and batted her lashes. “The dancer that was just up.”
“Oh, yeah?” Damon answered, like he had no idea.
“Yeah, she’s into drugs and all, so you might want to steer clear.” She smirked and nodded her head like she was speaking the gospel.
“Huh, really? I’d have never guessed.” Damon shook his head like a love-struck dummy.
“Since we’re going to be family soon, I need to look after my future brother-in-law, don’t I?” Shay laid on the charm thick.
“You’re a lifesaver,” Damon replied and turned his head so he could roll his eyes. The woman was without a doubt a bitch, he thought, and scanned the club, looking for Regan. He never understood women that acted like Shay. Sure, he liked for women to be confident and all, but with her, ugh, she was stuck on herself.
It sunk in after a moment that Shay was knocking Regan, a person she didn’t know, at all. That told him a great deal about her, and yep, she was a bitch. He shook his head and reached for his drink.
Damon listened to Shay giggle and tried not to notice how much Drew eyed her with a stupid grin on his face. Oh, boy. He’s got it bad.
When he saw Regan walking through the club, he smiled, grateful for the distraction. He knew that she more than likely wouldn’t come straight over, and instead would play her part the best she could. It bothered him somewhat to think of the other men getting her attention, and wondered why he’d put her in such a position. The answer came quickly when he heard his brother telling Shay that he love
d her. This was going to be harder than he thought.
* * * *
Regan entered the club wearing a barely-there gold sequined skirt and tiny bikini top to match. Before she could walk past the first table, a man waved a bill and motioned toward a chair. She knew she just had to sit and talk, be friendly, that sort of stuff. She sat down and smiled.
“That was one hell of a dance, Miss American Pie!” the middle aged man with glasses spoke.
“Thank you!” Regan smiled, trying her best to sound energetic and overly friendly. This was the part of the job she hadn’t looked forward to and with good reason. Unlike the other dancers here, she wasn’t here to make money. The dancing she could handle. It was fun and invigorating, and something she had been missing. But sitting at the table with a man who she would never in a million years consider dating, but who she was supposed to act like she would date was, well, unnerving. She cringed hoping he wouldn’t ask for a lap dance. His balding head and toothy grin was enough to drive her away.
Not preparing for this one-on-one interaction was dumb on her part. But honestly, when she thought about working at a strip club, all she thought about was the dancing and the removing of clothes. How she had been wrong about that. It was interesting though. The dancers had to have personality in order to deal with the customers and make them happy. After all, happy customers equaled happy dancers with money in their pockets at the end of the night.
After twenty long minutes, Regan left the man. Where she was going was beside the point. Anywhere would be better than listening to John the accountant. Yep, in those twenty minutes she learned his occupation, his age, astrological sign, and his cat’s name.
Maybe he was lonely, she thought at once and mentally slapped herself for downing the poor man. Yeah, this was the not-so-fun part. Well, on the other hand, if an ultra-cool guy with an interesting job came in, that wouldn’t be so bad. But an accountant? Ugh, accounting was her least favorite part of being a small business owner.
Regan waltzed slowly through the club, wishing that Damon was here somewhere. She turned and saw him sitting at a table with Shay and a man who must be his brother, she reckoned. What to do, she thought. It was a no-no in stripper land to go to a table where another girl was sitting. Something about—what was it? Oh, yeah. Basically if a dancer was already seated and talking, stay the hell away. That’s what she got out of her internet strip club lesson for newbie strippers.
Okay, well this sucks. Regan heard a rowdy group calling her stage name. She looked over at a group in their mid-twenties and was at least relieved.
An hour went by, and Regan was to the end of her rope. All she wanted to do was see Damon, and Ms. Personality hadn’t moved from the table. What to do? When she and Damon locked eyes, he waved for her to come over. “Well, all right then,” she joked to herself. Stripper code or not, she’d just been invited.
“Hey America, have a seat, doll!” a man shouted as she walked by.
Regan held up a finger as if to say I’ll be back. Man, she was hoping not. He looked a little scary.
“Hello.” Regan smiled at Damon and tried to act like she didn’t know him at all.
Damon grinned, but before he could speak, Shay stood up. “Move on, skank. I’m at this table!”
Damon and Regan’s eyes both grew wide. They were both speechless. Drew sat in his chair with a devilish look on his face like he was super proud of his woman.
Damon pulled out his wallet and flipped through wad of cash inside. “Say honey,” he said, looking at Regan, “you have a VIP room?”
Regan grinned. “Sure thing, sweetie,” she said and winked at Shay while she looped her arm around Damon’s.
Drew showed his growing inebriation and yelled, “You the man, brother!”
Damon smiled at Drew and threw a dollar bill in front of Shay. “See ya later!”
Regan wanted to roll on the floor and laugh. Apparently, Shay didn’t think it was too funny. Regan could see her simmering inside as they turned and headed for the stairs.
Well out of earshot, Regan began to giggle. “That was kind of mean.”
Damon smiled down at her. “She deserved it.”
Damon continued to follow her, and she could feel his eyes upon her. She wondered what he was thinking. She climbed the stairs and made her way to the VIP room door. “Come in,” she said, emphasizing her words.
Regan entered and heard the door click shut behind them. The room was small, and intimately decorated. A red sectional sat in the center of the room with large black-and-white art prints lining the walls. The lighting was peaceful, not too bright, and pleasantly sensual.
“How alone are we in here?” Damon asked, scanning the room.
Regan sat down on the plush couch and smiled. Her tiny skirt inched further up her thighs, which immediately caught Damon’s attention. “I’m not sure, but right now I honestly could care less.” That was the truth of it. After last night’s erotic phone sex session, her body craved his personal touch. Just thinking of how sexy he made her feel fueled her performance. She saw only him in her mind as she worked to please his eyes and hopefully drive him crazy with lust.
“How in the world did you ever learn to dance like that?” Damon asked, sitting next to her on the couch.
Regan stood up in front of him. “Do you really want to talk about my boring childhood? I need to be working.”
Damon looked up at her and gave her the once-over with his eyes playfully. “Really, what entails work?”
“Umm, driving you crazy!” She winked and allowed the music to seduce her.
“I love your job,” he said, his voice becoming deep and raspy.
When Regan began to crawl on her knees toward him, he rubbed his cock, making her smile. She loved having that effect on him. His blue eyes danced in merriment when she squeezed her breasts and bit her bottom lip from the thrill then rolled her head back, eyes closed.
This part of the job was fun and completely erotic considering Damon was the only audience member. She guessed if it was a stranger, it would be just a job. Looking at his erection straining in his jeans made her lick her lips and want take him into her mouth to taste. Oh how she wished they were anywhere but here, but hey, this was turning out to be excellent foreplay!
Her hands rested on his knees, and she began to inch at an excruciatingly slow pace up his thighs. He let out a groan but never closed his eyes, just watched intently. She moved her face close to his cock and licked into the air upward, just centimeters from his dick that begged to be free.
Damon’s eyes widened when she stood and straddled him with her breasts mouth-level. “See anything you like?” she teased.
“I like everything I see,” he said, his eyes full of lust and unspoken words.
When he reached for her, Regan waved a finger. “No, no. You’re not allowed to touch, see the sign?” She pointed to the door where a list of rules hung.
“No touching, what’s wrong with this picture?” His head fell back against the couch, his hands at his sides. “That’s such an unfair rule!”
Regan giggled. Gosh this is entertaining! Her hips rotated and began to gyrate across his erection, which earned her a loud growl and wicked smile. She wanted him just as badly, and her pussy that was now soaked wanted his fingers to stroke it just like he talked about on the phone. “I get off at eleven.”
“We’re both going to get off at eleven.” Damon groaned.
Regan rose up on her heels, and her hands splayed on the inside of her thighs and moved to her knees. Her legs closed around her hands, and she pushed them open with her hands. “I can’t wait!” she purred, tossing her blonde hair back.
Damon grabbed her waist and threw her onto the couch, with a surprised squeal erupting from her lungs. His body covered her instantly, his mouth finding hers. Regan moaned when his tongue darted in. His lips were so tender and loving, but he kissed furiously like a man on a mission.
His body felt so wonderful covering hers. Regan ran h
er hands down his muscular back, feeling each and every defined ripple. Their tongues glided over one another then retracted with the sweet pull of his mouth. So talented that mouth, that tongue. She couldn’t wait to experience them on other regions.
He slid the fabric off her breast. His hot mouth covered one, and his tongue swirled around her nipple. Regan gasped, and she felt her body hum in delight.
“Perfect, oh so perfect,” he rasped out then nipped at her other breast.
Regan ran her hands through his brown locks and squeezed every time his mouth suckled harder. It was mind-blowing. Damon’s hand slipped up her skirt before she knew what happened. She cried out loud, and he kissed her hard to absorb the noise. She whimpered in his mouth while his fingers pleasured her sensitive clit. Each stroke made her wiggle, and she moved her hips toward him, wanting more. His mouth kissed her harder as his fingers dipped in and out of her.
Regan moaned against his lips, causing her own to tingle. He flicked his thumb over her clit and over again. She hummed, wanting more with her breaths coming closer together. God, she needed this, she thought, and allowed the pleasure to flow freely through her body down to her toes. He slowed and allowed her body to relax. Breaking their kiss, his mouth worked down her chin and neck to her breasts again to tease with his tongue.
Damon looked at her and smiled. “I think I will send you over the top now.”
“Oh, that’s awesome!” Regan whimpered, and bucked her hips into his hand.
Damon’s tongue lashed across her nipple, and his thumb stroked her clit furiously until she cried out, her body tensing up as her release shook her. He held her close and kissed her softly, lightly stroking between her folds. She snuggled against his chest, enjoying the afterglow.
“Just wait. This is only a preview of what I’m going to do to you later,” he teased, and began to stroke her a little faster. His mouth pulled at her breast roughly, and his fingers sped up.
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