by J. S. Cooper
“Sex store?” I looked back at the building.
“There’s a lot going on in there. Don’t worry.” He took a step towards me. “I’m not going to take you to the rooms.”
“The rooms?” I frowned and took a step back.
“The rooms where we get to try out all the different equipment.”
“Oh.” I frowned again and stared at him carefully. I no longer felt as worried. I felt excited. I wanted to slap myself.
“I want you to choose an outfit.”
“Outfit?”
“For tonight.”
“Tonight?”
“When you become Nancy the stripper.”
“Nancy the stripper?” I made a face. “One, that sounds boring, and two, I’m not becoming a stripper.”
“That’s your fantasy, right?”
“It’s not anything I want to be in real life.” I shook my head.
“But you’d like to see what it feels like?” He raised an eyebrow. “You’d like to see how one dance can turn on a man?”
“I don’t know.” I bit down on my lip, imagining myself dancing for Jaxon.
“The first lesson you need to learn about seduction is that you have to be sure. You have to be confident. You have to own your sexuality. You have to be proud of what you want. You cannot be embarrassed. You cannot lie to yourself. You have to own it. Your sole purpose is to entice. Doubt in your mind will confuse your intended target.”
“I don’t want a target. I want a man. A man who—”
“This isn’t the time for the lovey-dovey shit. That comes later—if you do your work well.”
“You mean if I wiggle my ass fast enough?” I shot back, and he laughed.
“You get it.” He grinned. “Only, you want a man to get hard as soon as he sees you, not when you start wiggling on him. Once you can get a man hard from one sight of you, then you know you’ve got it.”
“What sort of outfit am I looking for?” I sighed.
He was right. I wanted a man to have to have me. I wanted Hunter to take one look at me and rush over to me. I wanted Jaxon to push me down on the bed and have his wicked way with me. I wanted his eyes to be green with lust and desire. I froze as I realized that my thoughts had switched from Hunter to Jaxon in a heartbeat.
“Whatever you want.” He started walking towards the building. “Don’t be nervous, Nancy.”
“I’m not nervous,” I lied and followed him through the doors.
My eyes widened as I walked through the door. It was completely unexpected. The place was bright and full of color.
There was a row of doors to the right with blacked-out windows, and to the left were aisles and aisles of items that I gathered were sex toys.
“Go to the back and make a left. You’ll see the outfits there.”
“You’re not coming?”
“No. Surprise me.” He grinned. “I’m going to check out the toys.”
“What for?”
“You’ll see.” He winked at me and walked away.
“I’m not going to sleep with you,” I whispered behind him and took a deep breath.
This was not what I had signed up for. Then I laughed at the irony of my thoughts. This was exactly what I had signed up for. I walked to the back of the room and took a left. There were racks and racks of outfits. I walked directly back, and my mouth dropped as I realized just how little material there was in most of the outfits. There were dresses so short they wouldn't cover my ass, crocheted tops that would show everything, beautiful silky pieces that were so sheer they would show every imperfection. Leather pieces that were so tight they'd hug every inch of me. Crotchless panties. Tops with no material where the breasts would be. I gasped as I looked at all the outfits. There was no way that I could wear any of these pieces. I moved on to the next rack.
This contained dress-up pieces. I saw a schoolgirl’s outfit, a cheerleading outfit, a nurse’s outfit, and a clown’s outfit. I burst out laughing. Who would wear a clown’s outfit to seduce someone? I stepped back and thought for a moment. I needed an outfit that was sexy but something I'd still be comfortable in. I knew there was no way in hell I was wearing a piece that had my breasts hanging out or my ass showing.
I wanted to surprise Jaxon though. I could tell that he didn't expect much from me. I knew that he assumed I’d get the least sexy outfit. And every fiber in my body wanted me to get the long nightgown I saw at the end of the rack. But I wanted him to be shocked when he saw me. I wanted his eyes to widen in surprise and lust. I wanted to put him off-kilter. I wanted to show him he didn't know me as well as he thought I did.
Yeah, I'd come with the hopes of being with Hunter, but I was no longer the innocent schoolgirl who'd daydreamed about her teacher. A lot had happened to me since then. I was no longer a silly little girl. I was a woman. I was a woman who was ready to win her sexuality. I was a woman who was intrigued by Jaxon.
There was an unmistakable attraction between us, and I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. There were secrets in his eyes. There was something to his story. There was a man behind the mask. A part of me wanted to unravel his secrets. I wanted to unravel him. I just didn't know why I was so drawn to him. Or maybe it was just the lust. I couldn't deny that my body craved his touch, no matter how light and subtle.
I looked back at the outfits and pulled out a dress. It was black and sheer with small straps. It would probably fall just under my ass, and I knew it would show everything. I'd go braless, but I'd wear some panties.
I walked over to the row of panties. All were thongs. Some were edible. Some were crotchless. A couple had a lock and a key. I grabbed a plain black thong and was about to walk away when my hand involuntarily grabbed another pair—a crotchless pair this time. These was for my night with Hunter, I told myself. I'd allow Jaxon to teach me all he knew, but I wouldn't sleep with him. I'd save myself for Hunter.
I flushed as I thought about seducing Hunter. Would he like it? I closed my eyes to picture his face, but all I could think about was Jaxon. His dark, brooding face filled my mind. I could see his green eyes staring at me, with his perfect white teeth grinning as clearly as if he were standing right in front of me.
I quickly opened my eyes and rubbed my forehead. I was worried that I was getting in over my head. I wasn't even able to concentrate properly anymore. My mind was playing games on me and my body was reacting in ways I'd never experienced before. I hurried to the front of the store to pay for the items before Jaxon found me.
"There you are." I heard his voice behind me as I finished paying.
"Hey." I smiled at him as I grabbed my bag. My body flushed as I thought about wearing the outfit for him.
"You paid?" He frowned.
"Yes. I wanted it to be a surprise."
"You shouldn't have paid."
"Why not? I wanted to pay. It's my stuff."
"You're too hardheaded. I wanted to pay." He sighed. "What did you get?"
"You'll see later."
"Hmm." He looked like he wanted to say something more, but he didn't. "Okay. Let me pay for my stuff."
"What's that?" I glanced at the items in his hand.
"You'll see." He smiled.
"Tonight?"
"Unlikely." He shook his head.
"Oh." I was slightly disappointed.
"Unless you want to?" He picked up a box from the counter and showed it to me.
"What's that?" I stared at it wondering what it was. It looked like a slightly larger silver bullet.
He grinned. "Something to pleasure yourself with."
"What?"
"You have to be able to give yourself pleasure to know what pleasure you want from a man."
"Okay?"
"Plus, there's nothing that turns on a man more than watching a woman pleasuring herself. It makes a man determined to give her more pleasure than she can give herself."
"Okay," I said again.
"I want to watch you play with yourself, Nancy," he whispered in my ear. "I want to see
your fingers rubbing your clit gently. I want to see your legs spread while this bullet brings you to the brink of orgasm. Them I want to bury my face in your pussy and let my tongue finish you off."
"Oh," I said breathlessly, every inch of my body on high alert.
"So if you want to do that tonight, just let me know." He grinned and stepped away from me.
I watched in silence as he pulled his credit card out and paid. My legs were trembling and my panties were wet. I could feel my face burning. My mind was racing and all I could think was, What am I doing? What am I doing? If my dad ever found out where I was, he would kill me. And then he'd kill Jaxon. I could barely still believe I was still here. I'd lost my mind. Absolutely lost my mind.
"Ready?" Jaxon interrupted my thoughts and grabbed his bag.
I nodded. "I'm ready," I said and followed him outside of the store. I stared at all the doors before I exited, and he smiled at me.
"Don't worry, Nancy. I'll bring you back soon. We'll go into one of the rooms when I think you're ready."
My stomach flipped at his words, and I tried not to feel excited.
***
The rest of the day seemed to pass quickly. I didn't see the other girls, and Jaxon went over body language signs with me. Lean into him if you're interested, lightly touch his arm, play with your hair, smile coyly, push your breasts out, show some cleavage, show some leg, walk with an attitude, and swing your hips. He lectured me over and over. I tried not to roll my eyes too many times, but I wasn't sure how I'd be able to do all those things without looking like a fool.
"I'm going to take you to dinner and then we'll go back to my room," he told me at the end of the lesson. "Then you can play out your fantasy."
"It's not—"
"I know. It’s not your fantasy." He cut me off. "Remember what I told you, Nancy. Own your sexuality. Own your desires. It's sexier."
"Whatever." I looked away from him.
"Get ready by seven." He grinned. "I'll come and get you in your room."
"Okay." I nodded slightly.
"Don't be scared. We won't do anything you don't want to do." He reached over and caressed my cheek, touching my lips before he turned away. "I'll see you at seven."
"Okay." I squeaked out. Then I ran to my room and fell to my bed.
My heart was racing and my face was burning. I'd never felt so on edge before. The only problem was that I didn't know how high up my ledge was and I didn't know if I was going to fall. I closed my eyes and gripped the sheets as I lay there. I didn't know what was going to happen, but I knew my life was about to change.
Chapter Five
“Dinner was good. Thanks.” I made small talk as we walked back to his car.
“Glad you enjoyed it. You didn’t eat much.”
“I wasn’t that hungry,” I lied. I didn’t want to tell him that I’d been too busy wondering what was going to happen tonight.
“That’s a shame.” He opened the door for me, and I got in. “I was hoping you’d eat a lot.”
“Why?” I asked him curiously.
“So you’d have energy for tonight.
“What’s going to happen tonight?”
“Whatever you want,” he said softly and then turned on the radio. We drove in silence until we got back to the house. “Go and get your outfit and I’ll wait for you here. Then we can go to my room.”
“Okay.” I nodded and walked up the stairs stiffly.
I walked into the bedroom and quickly changed into the little dress. I stared at myself in the mirror and gasped. The material was completely sheer. I could see every part of my body, and my nipples were hard and clear as day. I stood there for a moment, unsure of what I should do. I felt uncomfortable going to Jaxon’s room dressed like this.
But then I remembered what he’d said. If I wasn’t even comfortable in my own sexuality, how was I going to get anyone? I didn’t have to be ashamed of anything. So what if I was practically naked? My goal was to turn him on.
I grabbed my dressing gown and pulled it over my outfit. I’d wait to see the full effect of my outfit on him once I was in his room. I wanted to see the look in his eyes as I pulled the dressing gown off.
I hurried back down the stairs, and he looked up at me with one eyebrow raised.
“Nice outfit.” He smirked, and I sweetly smiled at him.
“Well, you know, I’m going for the grandma-stripper look.”
“I see.” He laughed. “Let’s see what you got, Grandma.”
He grabbed my hand and we walked back up the stairs, heading in the direction opposite from my room. We rounded a corner and then he opened the door. I stepped into his room and gasped. It was huge, with a king-sized bed directly in the middle next to the wall. There were about twenty candles twinkling, and there was a comfortable-looking armchair to the right of the bed.
“Come.” He closed the door, and I watched as he locked it with a key.
“When did you light the candles?” I asked curiously.
“A man never tells his secrets.” He removed his tie and sat on the bed.
I stood in front of him and waited for him to tell me what to do. I stood there for about five minutes before I realized that he wasn’t going to say anything. He was testing me. I knew it instinctively. He wanted to see what I was going to do. I bit my lower lip as I stared at him. He was leaning back in the bed and staring at me with hawk eyes.
“Do you have any music?” I said finally, straightening my shoulders. I’d show him.
“Music?” He cocked his head.
“Angel needs her music.” I gave him my most seductive smile. “I don’t do dances without music.”
“I see.” He smiled slowly. “What music do you want, Angel?”
“Surprise me.” I shook out my hair as I tried to get into the role.
I watched him stand up and walk over to the corner of the room. It was then that I dropped the dressing gown. I watched him open a drawer and press a few buttons, and then I heard John Legend playing through the speakers in his room. He turned around then, about to say something, but he froze. He stared at me for a few seconds with an intense look on his face. His eyes fell from my face and went all the way down my body and back up again. I saw a flash of desire in his expression, and his eyes looked stunned as he looked me back in the eyes again. I waited for him to say something, but all he did was smile and walk back into the bed.
I walked over to him and smiled. “Would you like a dance, sir?”
He looked up at me and nodded, and I stood there for a few seconds, unsure of what to do.
“Then come with me.” I grabbed his arm, pulled him up, and brought him to the chair.
I pushed him down and turned away from him. I was about to start dancing, but my body wouldn’t move. I stood there for a few minutes and tried to think. What’s holding you back, Nancy? Do you want to be here? Do you want to do this? I knew in that moment that I did want to do this.
I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what I wanted to happen. I could see myself gyrating on his lap. I could feel his hands reaching around to grab my breasts. I’d turn around and face him and he’d reach down and take his breasts in my mouth. He’d grab my ass, and I’d feel his hardness between my legs.
My eyes popped open and I swallowed hard as I realized that I was incredibly turned on. I started moving my hips back and forth and danced to the music, allowing it to let me lose myself. I pretended I was at a nightclub, on the dance floor with friends, just letting go. I moved backwards and lowered myself onto Jaxon’s lap, slowly gyrating on him as I ran my hands through his hair. I could feel his cock hardening beneath me as I rubbed my ass up and down on his lap.
I leaned back into his chest and rest my head against his neck. I could feel his breath next to my ear. I increased my pace, wanting to make him harder, and I could feel his heart beating as I moved. I waited for him to touch me, but he didn’t. I started to feel frustrated. I wanted him to touch me. I increased my pace and felt his b
ody stiffening, but still, he did nothing.
I jumped up and turned around to face him, lowering myself onto his lap again. I stared into his eyes as I moved to the music, but he was giving nothing away. I pushed my breasts against his chest as I moved and ran my hands down his shirt, losing myself in the music and moment. My fingers deftly undid his shirt until it was wide open, but still, he didn’t touch me.
I ran my fingernails down his chest and increased my pace. This time, I felt the hardness in his pants directly between my legs and I rubbed myself back and forth on him. I could feel myself growing wetter and wetter. I needed him to touch me, but he did nothing. Finally, I grabbed his hands, pulled them around me, and placed them on my ass.
“You can touch me, you know,” I whispered to him, and he smiled.
His fingers moved swiftly, and I felt him pull my negligee completely up so that my ass was completely uncovered. His fingers squeezed my ass as I moved, and he pushed me down on his hardness as I moved back and forth. I closed my eyes as his fingers caressed my skin and I moved back and forth on him. I pulled back slightly, lifted my arms up, and pulled the negligee off completely so that I was naked besides the thong. I saw his eyes narrowed and felt his sharp intake of breath. He hadn’t expected that.
I smiled to myself as I pushed my breasts against his naked chest. His hands ran up and down my back, and I groaned as my panties grew heavier and heavier. I reached down, unbuckled his pants, and jumped off his lap. I pulled his pants off and threw them on the ground. He was wearing a pair of white boxers, and I climbed back onto his lap and started dancing again. His cock felt harder and closer to me. I felt like I was fucking him even though we had material between us stopping that from happening.
I pushed myself up slightly and brushed my breasts across his face. He lightly licked my nipple as they brushed past his lips. I moaned and moved faster. I grabbed his hands and put them on my breasts, wanting to feel him touching me. He obliged and played with my nipples lightly before pinching them. I increased the pace of my movements and reached down to adjust his cock between my legs. I was so close to coming. I could feel it. It was then that he pushed me off of him and stood up.
