naughty girl. Understood?”
It was barely a word from her. “Yes.” It was immediately followed by a moan and she melted into Logan’s embrace.
The door swung open without a knock, and in strolled the blonde on her black and fuchsia shoes. She was even better looking up close, but there was a cold, ruthless look in her eyes that I was a little too familiar with. This had been me at the blindfold club. Disconnected. Doing the job while being numb.
Ashley didn’t have the people skills Tracy did—she was all business. “It’s fifty for a two song dance. Forty for one song if you want me on the pole.”
“Fifty,” Dominic said. “My fiancé wants a dance.”
She gave a plain look. “Sorry, I don’t do women.”
I . . . couldn’t even. She took the money from Evie’s lips earlier without a problem. I found the girl’s rejection annoying, even though it wasn’t personal. She had every right to refuse, but . . . “You don’t like money?”
Ashley’s face soured, and when she wasn’t smiling, she had a full-on case of resting bitch face. “I do, but I’m not into girls.”
Her condescending tone was sharp as a knife, slicing both Evie and I, but she didn’t appear concerned about it. Her gaze flitted from Dominic to Logan, and her whole demeanor changed. Her face lit up and her voice warmed like honey. “Do either of you guys want a dance?”
This girl made her living dancing for men, and she was a seasoned pro. One who assumed either Logan or Dominic held the money, and she’d have more luck getting extra dances out of the guy with the wallet if he was the one receiving.
“No, they don’t want a dance.” I snatched my drink off the table and slammed it. “But thanks for stopping by.”
Her eyes widened with surprise. Surely she was used to being the most powerful woman in the room, but then, she’d never been in one with me .
“I can get on the pole for thirty.” Like she was sensing the sale slipping away.
I gestured to Dominic. “You know what? He’ll take a lap dance after all . . . for thirty.”
Her eyes went narrow, but she didn’t walk. How confident was she in her skills in getting more dances out of him? Apparently confident enough. She nodded in reluctant acceptance and strutted toward us.
Alcohol buzzed in my system, but when I rose to stand on my sexy high heels, I tried not to show the effects. I rounded the chair so I could set my hands on Dominic’s shoulders and lean over. It wasn’t my first choice, but I liked this. It was a position of power and a front row seat to the dance.
Ashley’s gaze paused on mine, and she issued a silent threat to keep my distance. Whatever, bitch. I’d touch him if I wanted to. Dominic would throw her ass to the ground if I asked him to do it.
The song changed and Ashley began her dance. Her feet moved side to side on those sexy heels while her hands wandered over her body. It felt . . . forced and robotic. Not alluring and seductive like Tracy’s had been. Dammit, why didn’t I just ask her to stay? Every second Ashley looked less and less attractive to me.
Her bra came off quickly and was cast to the floor as she remained on her feet, swaying to the music. Her hands stacked her blonde hair up on top of her head, and then it fell, cascading down as she shook her head, her tits bouncing slightly.
She spun on her heels and flopped down, putting her ass in Dominic’s lap so she could grind on him. Would he even find this sexy? I felt bad for agreeing to the dance without checking with him first. I needed to make this better. Hotter .
I bent down and settled my lips a breath away from Dominic’s, teasing my kiss. I even lowered until our lips barely touched, but didn’t give him the pressure and intensity I knew he desired. His hand shot up, grabbed a handful of hair on the back of my head and forced me down so our mouths could crash together, while the other woman rocked in his lap.
But the impact of our kiss made my drunk
It was barely a word from her. “Yes.” It was immediately followed by a moan and she melted into Logan’s embrace.
The door swung open without a knock, and in strolled the blonde on her black and fuchsia shoes. She was even better looking up close, but there was a cold, ruthless look in her eyes that I was a little too familiar with. This had been me at the blindfold club. Disconnected. Doing the job while being numb.
Ashley didn’t have the people skills Tracy did—she was all business. “It’s fifty for a two song dance. Forty for one song if you want me on the pole.”
“Fifty,” Dominic said. “My fiancé wants a dance.”
She gave a plain look. “Sorry, I don’t do women.”
I . . . couldn’t even. She took the money from Evie’s lips earlier without a problem. I found the girl’s rejection annoying, even though it wasn’t personal. She had every right to refuse, but . . . “You don’t like money?”
Ashley’s face soured, and when she wasn’t smiling, she had a full-on case of resting bitch face. “I do, but I’m not into girls.”
Her condescending tone was sharp as a knife, slicing both Evie and I, but she didn’t appear concerned about it. Her gaze flitted from Dominic to Logan, and her whole demeanor changed. Her face lit up and her voice warmed like honey. “Do either of you guys want a dance?”
This girl made her living dancing for men, and she was a seasoned pro. One who assumed either Logan or Dominic held the money, and she’d have more luck getting extra dances out of the guy with the wallet if he was the one receiving.
“No, they don’t want a dance.” I snatched my drink off the table and slammed it. “But thanks for stopping by.”
Her eyes widened with surprise. Surely she was used to being the most powerful woman in the room, but then, she’d never been in one with me .
“I can get on the pole for thirty.” Like she was sensing the sale slipping away.
I gestured to Dominic. “You know what? He’ll take a lap dance after all . . . for thirty.”
Her eyes went narrow, but she didn’t walk. How confident was she in her skills in getting more dances out of him? Apparently confident enough. She nodded in reluctant acceptance and strutted toward us.
Alcohol buzzed in my system, but when I rose to stand on my sexy high heels, I tried not to show the effects. I rounded the chair so I could set my hands on Dominic’s shoulders and lean over. It wasn’t my first choice, but I liked this. It was a position of power and a front row seat to the dance.
Ashley’s gaze paused on mine, and she issued a silent threat to keep my distance. Whatever, bitch. I’d touch him if I wanted to. Dominic would throw her ass to the ground if I asked him to do it.
The song changed and Ashley began her dance. Her feet moved side to side on those sexy heels while her hands wandered over her body. It felt . . . forced and robotic. Not alluring and seductive like Tracy’s had been. Dammit, why didn’t I just ask her to stay? Every second Ashley looked less and less attractive to me.
Her bra came off quickly and was cast to the floor as she remained on her feet, swaying to the music. Her hands stacked her blonde hair up on top of her head, and then it fell, cascading down as she shook her head, her tits bouncing slightly.
She spun on her heels and flopped down, putting her ass in Dominic’s lap so she could grind on him. Would he even find this sexy? I felt bad for agreeing to the dance without checking with him first. I needed to make this better. Hotter .
I bent down and settled my lips a breath away from Dominic’s, teasing my kiss. I even lowered until our lips barely touched, but didn’t give him the pressure and intensity I knew he desired. His hand shot up, grabbed a handful of hair on the back of my head and forced me down so our mouths could crash together, while the other woman rocked in his lap.
But the impact of our kiss made my drunk
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