handsome,” she purred, shaking her chest a little. “What can I get for you?”
“Whiskey, please,” he answered absently. He watched her ass in her tiny skirt as she sauntered away towards the bar. He was horny as hell.
Jax watched the dancers on stage for a while, and when the waitress came back with his drink she appeared to want to give him more.
“Like what you see?” she asked, looking down at her chest as she leaned forward until her tits poked against his chest.
This wasn’t right. This woman, as beautiful as she was, held no appeal for him.
He only wanted Amaranth.
As though thinking about her had conjured her up, he looked towards the stage in time to see her step up, dressed in a sexy black and pink bra and thong.
His cock immediately sprang to attention, and the woman in front of him noticed. He gently eased her away and shook his head. It wasn’t for her.
Pouting prettily, she turned and flounced away, but Jax never noticed, he had eyes only for the vixen on the stage.
Amaranth bumped and grinded against the pole, shaking her pert little ass for all the men in the room.
Fuck, but she was beautiful.
Jax looked around at the men watching her. A sudden flame of jealousy burned inside him.
What the hell was he doing? More importantly, what the hell was she doing on that stage? Didn’t she care that these men were staring at her like nothing more than a piece of meat?
Her song ended and she exited the stage.
Jax had seen enough. Standing up, he threw a couple of bills down on the table and stormed out.
He stood outside the bar smoking a cigarette. As the smoke billowed up into the night air he heard a door open. Pushing away from the wall, he stubbed his cigarette out with the heel of his shoe before walking around the corner of the building.
He watched silently as Amaranth said goodbye to a few other strippers, his anger growing.
Who the hell did she think she was? He’d been prepared to look after her, pay her handsomely for the time they spent together. Was he not good enough?
He waited until she was alone before walking up behind her.
“Hello Amaranth,” he said in a low voice, watching as she froze and slowly turned to face him.
“Jax,” she gasped. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“I think the real question is, what are you doing here?” he asked icily.
She paled. “You shouldn’t be here,” she said, backing slowly away from him. “You should go.” She turned to walk away, but Jax was faster.
He grabbed her arm and spun her around, pinning her up against the side of the club, his mouth mere inches from hers.
“Do you like it?” he whispered harshly, staring down into her face.
She licked her lips nervously. “Do I like what?” she asked.
“Taking your clothes off for men. Do you like the attention?”
“I-I don’t know what you want me to say,” Amaranth stammered.
“I want the fucking truth,” Jax shouted, punching the brick wall she leaned against, not caring that his knuckles were probably bleeding.
“It’s all I know,” she said quietly.
“I won’t have you stripping,” he thundered.
His temper seemed to strike a chord in Amaranth, and she finally snapped.
“Who the hell are you to tell me what to do?” she yelled, her eyes flashing. “I don’t belong to you.”
“The hell you do,” Jax yelled back. “As long as you’re on my bus you won’t be stripping.”
“News flash Jax, I’m not on your damn bus!” she cried.
“I’m not leaving here without you,” Jax said, lowering his voice to a menacing whisper.
The air was suddenly charged with sexual tension. Leaning down, he captured Amaranth’s lips in a savage kiss, growling when she responded just as hungrily.
He picked her up and braced her against the wall, wasting no time in undoing his fly, flipping her skirt up and moving her thong aside before burying himself deep inside her.
He took her hard, right against the side of
“Whiskey, please,” he answered absently. He watched her ass in her tiny skirt as she sauntered away towards the bar. He was horny as hell.
Jax watched the dancers on stage for a while, and when the waitress came back with his drink she appeared to want to give him more.
“Like what you see?” she asked, looking down at her chest as she leaned forward until her tits poked against his chest.
This wasn’t right. This woman, as beautiful as she was, held no appeal for him.
He only wanted Amaranth.
As though thinking about her had conjured her up, he looked towards the stage in time to see her step up, dressed in a sexy black and pink bra and thong.
His cock immediately sprang to attention, and the woman in front of him noticed. He gently eased her away and shook his head. It wasn’t for her.
Pouting prettily, she turned and flounced away, but Jax never noticed, he had eyes only for the vixen on the stage.
Amaranth bumped and grinded against the pole, shaking her pert little ass for all the men in the room.
Fuck, but she was beautiful.
Jax looked around at the men watching her. A sudden flame of jealousy burned inside him.
What the hell was he doing? More importantly, what the hell was she doing on that stage? Didn’t she care that these men were staring at her like nothing more than a piece of meat?
Her song ended and she exited the stage.
Jax had seen enough. Standing up, he threw a couple of bills down on the table and stormed out.
He stood outside the bar smoking a cigarette. As the smoke billowed up into the night air he heard a door open. Pushing away from the wall, he stubbed his cigarette out with the heel of his shoe before walking around the corner of the building.
He watched silently as Amaranth said goodbye to a few other strippers, his anger growing.
Who the hell did she think she was? He’d been prepared to look after her, pay her handsomely for the time they spent together. Was he not good enough?
He waited until she was alone before walking up behind her.
“Hello Amaranth,” he said in a low voice, watching as she froze and slowly turned to face him.
“Jax,” she gasped. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“I think the real question is, what are you doing here?” he asked icily.
She paled. “You shouldn’t be here,” she said, backing slowly away from him. “You should go.” She turned to walk away, but Jax was faster.
He grabbed her arm and spun her around, pinning her up against the side of the club, his mouth mere inches from hers.
“Do you like it?” he whispered harshly, staring down into her face.
She licked her lips nervously. “Do I like what?” she asked.
“Taking your clothes off for men. Do you like the attention?”
“I-I don’t know what you want me to say,” Amaranth stammered.
“I want the fucking truth,” Jax shouted, punching the brick wall she leaned against, not caring that his knuckles were probably bleeding.
“It’s all I know,” she said quietly.
“I won’t have you stripping,” he thundered.
His temper seemed to strike a chord in Amaranth, and she finally snapped.
“Who the hell are you to tell me what to do?” she yelled, her eyes flashing. “I don’t belong to you.”
“The hell you do,” Jax yelled back. “As long as you’re on my bus you won’t be stripping.”
“News flash Jax, I’m not on your damn bus!” she cried.
“I’m not leaving here without you,” Jax said, lowering his voice to a menacing whisper.
The air was suddenly charged with sexual tension. Leaning down, he captured Amaranth’s lips in a savage kiss, growling when she responded just as hungrily.
He picked her up and braced her against the wall, wasting no time in undoing his fly, flipping her skirt up and moving her thong aside before burying himself deep inside her.
He took her hard, right against the side of
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