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he opened it, he took her hand and kissed it. Tingles danced along
her skin at the delicate brush of his lips.
    "Sylvia, thank you for including us in your
fantasy." Then he winked and opened the door.
    She followed him to the end of the big table
in the open area where he gestured for her to sit down. He tapped
something on his phone, then leaned back in his chair.
    "The others will be here in a few moments."
His tone was more business-like now, rather than the easy banter of
before.
    The man from the other office walked to the
chair next to Mike's and sat down, glancing at her speculatively.
He had short cropped, sandy hair, a wide face with a square jaw,
and warm, brown eyes. He wore dark blue jeans and a shirt. A moment
later, two men appeared from the hallway, and Sylvia's breath
caught at the side of the tall biker named Slade she'd seen
entering the building earlier. Man, this fantasy was getting better
by the minute. And the man by his side was the cyclist he'd spoken
with at the door.
    The cyclist's short, straight hair was a
little damp—he'd probably taken a shower—and he wore dress pants
and a striped shirt, accentuating his narrow waist and broad
shoulders. Thoughts of him naked in the shower, water sluicing over
his muscular body sent a quiver through her. Her gaze shifted to
Slade, still wearing his jeans and T-shirt. Clearly, he was the
rebel of the bunch.
    They sat down and she glanced around the
table at these four men, who used to be male strippers. They were
all gorgeous and soon she'd be having hot, kinky sex with them
all.
    "This is Sylvia, the woman we discussed a few
days ago. She's here because of the arrangement to compensate for
her brother's debt," Mike said. "Sylvia, this is Granger Smith,
Neil Craig, and Slade Forrester."
    She nodded as she gazed at their serious
expressions. Tension curled inside her.
    "So, she's going to be our office slave,
right?" Slade said.
    "Yes, that's the arrangement," Mike
answered.
    "Good, then I think we should start right off
with seeing what's underneath those clothes she's wearing.
    Her gaze locked on his and his charcoal eyes
glittered as a slow smile spread across his face. Heat washed
through her.
    "Excellent idea." Mike said.

The Male Stripper
    by Opal Carew
    Her ultimate sexual fantasy brought to
life…
    Excerpt
    Becca wrapped her hand around him. The feel
of his thick, hard, hot shaft in her hand melted her
insides. It seemed to pulse in her hand.
    "Oh, God, it's so… big ."
    She glanced at Cal, whose grin faded slightly
as his brown eyes darkened with simmering desire.
    "His cock's looking a bit lonely over there,"
Cal said as he stood up and walked toward the chair. "Think it
needs some company?"
    She just nodded, anticipation flaring. She'd
seen Cal's cock at the party, but not up close and personal.
    He stripped of his black pants, then his
briefs. His big cock, a little longer than Don's and definitely
thicker, dropped in front of her. She wrapped her free hand around
it. At the feel of two hot cocks, one in each hand, her vagina
clenched in need.
    "I'm starting to feel like this was a setup."
Don glanced at Cal with a grin.
    "Is that a problem?" Cal asked.
    Don's eyes glittered. "Not if it means what I
think it means."
    Cal winked. "It does."
    Don sent Becca a devilish smile. "Excellent.
So, pretty lady, let's get on with the action."
    She giggled and stroked both their cocks,
gliding her hands up and down their big members. Don groaned and
elation fluttered through her. Both he and Cal were hunky sex Gods,
yet both wanted to be with her. She leaned forward and licked the
tip of Don's cock.
    "Oh, yeah. I like that."
    She opened her mouth and glided over his
cockhead, taking the whole thing into her mouth. She swirled her
tongue over his tip, then spiraled downward and teased the
underside of his corona.
    "Oh, pretty lady, that is fantastic."
    With one hand wrapped around Cal's cock while
she stroked him, she had her other hand wrapped tight