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on a bed, laying on her back, naked, eyes tightly shut as he cupped his balls and rolled them in his palm, the skin hot, pulled tight over his sac.
    Grant kept his eyes half closed as he watched her on stage, one hand down the open V of his pants, his cock grinding against the pole, and pictured how she would look as she touched herself in the middle of his bed, her head to the side, mouthing at her own shoulder, nail-polished fingers rubbing the piercing of her nipples until they were sore, hard enough to hurt, flicking them as she fingered her own pussy.
    Fuck. Grant’s hand slipped under his G-string to find his stiff dick. He fondled the head, then went lower to press against his balls, biting back a moan, even though, no one could hear him with the tumultuous cheers from the crowd and the thumping of the music.
    Fuck, but Vivica was sinful.
    Grant watched through heavy lidded eyes as Vivica turned around to face the crowd, both hands on each side of the pole as though in prayer, legs spread wide, shorts undone. She threw her head back and let her hands shift down the pole until she could grab the waistband of her shorts, eyes closed as she swayed and slowly peeled her shorts down her ass and to her thighs, revealing her perfect, round ass in her black G-string.
    Grant’s dick jumped up from his hand, and he squeezed hard at the base, biting the back of his palm as he began to stroke himself, picturing those long, sexy legs hiked back against her naked breasts, until the knees pushed against the piercings on her nipples. Grant would keep her spread wide, his leaking cock rubbing against her wet slit; he’d tease her, give her back a taste of her own medicine, make her beg until her voice was raw and spent and used. Grant groaned out loud, gripping the back of the stage for support as he stroked himself faster, his eyes trailing up Vivica’s body as she rubbed her back against the pole, riding it with her perfect, bare ass.
    Grant fought to keep his eyes open, rocking into his hand and imagining how it would feel if he had Vivica spread out underneath him, bucking and rocking against him as Grant held her down, fingers kneading into the curve of her hips. The music came to a crescendo as Vivica let her thumbs slip tantalizingly inside the front of her thong, and fuck, Grant was done for. He spilled into his hand, inside his G-string, his breath quick and short, his knuckles whitening as he clutched at the back of the stage for support.
    When he finally managed to catch his breath, he looked up to find an empty stage, the lights back up and the usual DJ music pumping from the speakers. Grant’s heart raced in his ears, and he swallowed, discreetly wiping his hand on the inside of his robe before retreating back to the changing room to pick up his clothes.
    While talking to Zenobia wouldn’t be his preferred course of action, he knew he was way too far into this game to back down now. He had to figure Vivica out or he’d go mad. He told himself it had nothing to do with feelings. He could have no feelings for someone that so obviously despised him. And most importantly, Grant didn’t do feelings. So when Zenobia asked him what this was all about, he really had no answer ready.
    “I just need to know.” Grant knew it was lame, but it was the best he could come up with
    “You’ve got to give me a bit more than that.” Zenobia crossed her arms over her chest, looking over her shoulder and giving Wes a little wave as though to say it was all good.
    “Do you even know her?”
    “Does it matter?”
    Grant sighed. “I just… She seems to hate me. And I never met her before. I can’t figure out what’s up with her.”
    Zenobia tilted her head to the side. “Why do you care at all, though? I mean…you didn’t strike me as a one-woman guy.”
    Grant rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah. Well. I’m not.”
    “Then why do you care? Let Vivica be and just… enjoy the contest.”
    “It’s not that