whisper in his ear.
I roll my body into his, pushing my chest into his face and rubbing against him. Lap dances are easy compared to what I just did. I feel high, sexy, and powerful. Nothing can stop me tonight.
Kane's body is tense at first, but soon I have him relaxed as his eyes take in my exposed body. He looks appreciative and hesitant and the same time.
"You got a wife or girlfriend waiting at home?" I ask in his ear.
Not that it matters to me much anyway. If you want your man to stay away from strippers, you can start by keeping him out of the strip clubs. They come here to look. If it wasn't me, then it would be another girl. We give them a show, we don't fuck them. Well, I don't. I just want to understand his hesitation.
"Nope. Not looking for one either."
"Wise man." I wink at him before spinning and putting my back to his chest.
He hardens against my lower back and it makes the blood rush to my head. I feel heavy with the adrenaline flowing through me. Music controls my body as I mold myself to Kane and thoroughly earn the paint job he did for me. His breath tickles down my back and his lips hover dangerously close to my neck but he never closes the distance.
He teases just as well as I do. When the song switches into the next, I pull away from him and meet his dark eyes. His smile is faint like he can see the want all over me. It's like he's daring me to act on it or make a move. I back away from him, holding his challenging stare until the crowd swallows me. I'm not looking for a boyfriend or even a one night stand.
I'm looking for that rush. That excitement when I see lust in their eyes. I want to feel wanted as Brooklyn. I don't care if it's just for my ass and boobs. It's all temporary anyway.
I ride my high the rest of the night. I do lap dance after lap dance on the floor. I'm fresh meat to the regulars and look like I'm high demand to the newbies. My hair sticks to the back of my neck by the time of last call. My feet are killing me and my muscles ache.
In the dressing room, I change while the rest of the girls chat and count their money. I pull on a pair of jeans and leave the jacket on over the leather vest. I don't bother putting on something clean. My skin feels like it has a layer of filth on it. I just want to get home and shower before climbing into my bed naked.
I rush out the back doors into the dim parking lot. I see the shadow of Ben, another bouncer, near the door as he watches some of the other girls file out. Inside the quiet car, I take a deep breath.
I did it. I was amazing.
Big 'fuck you' to you, Dad.
I put the key in the ignition, ready to get home and in bed. The old Jeep rumbles to life and then dies. I try again but the car dies instantly. I take the key out and slide it back in, like that will make a difference.
Nothing. The gas light is blinking at me. London left me with an almost empty tank of gas. A knock comes from the window and I scream. The shadow leans down, and I see it's Kane. I quickly roll down the window.
"Let me give you a ride," he says.
"Kane," I breathe. "You scared me."
"I'm not the worst thing lurking around in the dark alleys," he says. "Come on. We're going to the same place."
I look around the parking lot and see the girls are gone now and so is Ben. Anyone would tell you not to leave with someone you barely know that you met in a strip club, but my gut tells me otherwise. I feel like I know him enough to believe he won't kill me and leave my body in a ditch.
"I'll take you to get your Jeep tomorrow."
"Thank you," I say as I get out of the car, locking it up.
Kane takes my hand quickly, like he's scared I will change my mind if we wait too long. He pulls me down the dark alley to where a motorcycle is parked by a dumpster. He pushes a helmet over my head, fastening it for me. I climb on after him.
"We need to beat the rain, so hold on tight," he says over his shoulder.
I
I roll my body into his, pushing my chest into his face and rubbing against him. Lap dances are easy compared to what I just did. I feel high, sexy, and powerful. Nothing can stop me tonight.
Kane's body is tense at first, but soon I have him relaxed as his eyes take in my exposed body. He looks appreciative and hesitant and the same time.
"You got a wife or girlfriend waiting at home?" I ask in his ear.
Not that it matters to me much anyway. If you want your man to stay away from strippers, you can start by keeping him out of the strip clubs. They come here to look. If it wasn't me, then it would be another girl. We give them a show, we don't fuck them. Well, I don't. I just want to understand his hesitation.
"Nope. Not looking for one either."
"Wise man." I wink at him before spinning and putting my back to his chest.
He hardens against my lower back and it makes the blood rush to my head. I feel heavy with the adrenaline flowing through me. Music controls my body as I mold myself to Kane and thoroughly earn the paint job he did for me. His breath tickles down my back and his lips hover dangerously close to my neck but he never closes the distance.
He teases just as well as I do. When the song switches into the next, I pull away from him and meet his dark eyes. His smile is faint like he can see the want all over me. It's like he's daring me to act on it or make a move. I back away from him, holding his challenging stare until the crowd swallows me. I'm not looking for a boyfriend or even a one night stand.
I'm looking for that rush. That excitement when I see lust in their eyes. I want to feel wanted as Brooklyn. I don't care if it's just for my ass and boobs. It's all temporary anyway.
I ride my high the rest of the night. I do lap dance after lap dance on the floor. I'm fresh meat to the regulars and look like I'm high demand to the newbies. My hair sticks to the back of my neck by the time of last call. My feet are killing me and my muscles ache.
In the dressing room, I change while the rest of the girls chat and count their money. I pull on a pair of jeans and leave the jacket on over the leather vest. I don't bother putting on something clean. My skin feels like it has a layer of filth on it. I just want to get home and shower before climbing into my bed naked.
I rush out the back doors into the dim parking lot. I see the shadow of Ben, another bouncer, near the door as he watches some of the other girls file out. Inside the quiet car, I take a deep breath.
I did it. I was amazing.
Big 'fuck you' to you, Dad.
I put the key in the ignition, ready to get home and in bed. The old Jeep rumbles to life and then dies. I try again but the car dies instantly. I take the key out and slide it back in, like that will make a difference.
Nothing. The gas light is blinking at me. London left me with an almost empty tank of gas. A knock comes from the window and I scream. The shadow leans down, and I see it's Kane. I quickly roll down the window.
"Let me give you a ride," he says.
"Kane," I breathe. "You scared me."
"I'm not the worst thing lurking around in the dark alleys," he says. "Come on. We're going to the same place."
I look around the parking lot and see the girls are gone now and so is Ben. Anyone would tell you not to leave with someone you barely know that you met in a strip club, but my gut tells me otherwise. I feel like I know him enough to believe he won't kill me and leave my body in a ditch.
"I'll take you to get your Jeep tomorrow."
"Thank you," I say as I get out of the car, locking it up.
Kane takes my hand quickly, like he's scared I will change my mind if we wait too long. He pulls me down the dark alley to where a motorcycle is parked by a dumpster. He pushes a helmet over my head, fastening it for me. I climb on after him.
"We need to beat the rain, so hold on tight," he says over his shoulder.
I
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