placed them on his chest.
Oops. I forgot I had a role to play, too.
I had to make him look wanted .
I got with the program.
Mmm, it wasn’t all that hard.
I lost myself in it, not sure if I was role playing any longer.
The song ended, and another began.
It was my turn.
I couldn’t do the pole thing because he was too tall.
So, I backed him into the couch with a pointed finger to his chest. I straddled him and dropped my head back, picturing a naughty little minx. Lucifer helped make me look even better, like a man on the brink of pouncing. He managed to keep his hands from going anywhere too dangerous, even when I stuck my crotch in his face at one point—a little trick with my legs over his shoulders. It was harder than it looked, but luckily, I didn’t fall on my face.
The song ended much as the one onstage had—with a person’s face stuck in my cleavage.
Lucifer breathed just as hard as I did, even though he hadn’t been doing a damn thing. He had a death grip on my hips, so I decided the next song was mine, too, to give him a moment to recover.
It wasn’t every day your partner’s crotch landed in your face.
I straightened up and worked the bar—not easy—and studied both men’s eyes to see what they liked best. It wasn’t hard. One guy was a tits man and the other an ass man. That was easy enough.
I crawled across the room with my ass in the air for the one who liked that and let my tits damn near fall out of my top for the guy I crawled up.
His hands ran down my arms, sending a sick shiver over my skin. It was as if he were testing the softness of my skin by the way he examined it.
I let him believe I was the sheep being appraised until the song ended.
While Lucifer danced by himself, I figured out these guys were both straight. I hadn’t been sure at first, but after they had touched him the same way they did me, with the absence of any sexuality in their gaze and with more calculation, it was obvious. It was also clear they were scouts on a mission. They were looking for beauty—male or female. Lucifer’s features were rough with hard angles, and his body was sculpted to perfection. His masculine beauty stood out amongst the rest, and his natural presence was an observable turn-on to most.
Even if they didn’t want me to play in their cat and mouse game, I knew they’d want Lucifer.
The music softly stopped.
Lucifer walked over to where the money was.
I swayed my ass as I walked to stand by him. I eyed the cash just enough to look interested, but still professional.
The men were still sitting there, both thinking.
Finally, Longhair stood and walked over to us. “Are you two interested in making more money?”
Again, I smiled inside.
I nodded and glanced at the cash.
Lucifer said, “Of course.”
Longhair stuck his right hand into his coat pocket. He pulled out two black cards. His pristine fingernails gleamed under the red lighting. He handed one to each of us.
I memorized the lone address on it.
He explained, “Come to that location on Wednesday between the times of four p.m. and five p.m. You’ll be instructed what to do from there.” He walked out of the red room.
Shorthair followed him.
I stuffed the card down my bustier and strolled out of the private room. Lucifer stalked behind me, both of us still playing our roles perfectly.
The sun peeked just over the horizon by the time Lucifer, General Finley, and I sat down in Lucifer’s room at the keep we were staying in. I hadn’t had a chance to talk to Lucifer yet about what he thought of the experience. Though I was more than pleased to be wearing a pair of baggy night pants and an oversized shirt of Lucifer’s. My hair was freshly washed and up in a ponytail.
I was clean .
Lucifer wore a pair of simple shorts and a sleeveless shirt, his person also fresh from the shower. Dark circles rimmed his eyes, but he plowed into his sandwich with gusto.
General Finley sipped on coffee, the steam rising from it. He
Oops. I forgot I had a role to play, too.
I had to make him look wanted .
I got with the program.
Mmm, it wasn’t all that hard.
I lost myself in it, not sure if I was role playing any longer.
The song ended, and another began.
It was my turn.
I couldn’t do the pole thing because he was too tall.
So, I backed him into the couch with a pointed finger to his chest. I straddled him and dropped my head back, picturing a naughty little minx. Lucifer helped make me look even better, like a man on the brink of pouncing. He managed to keep his hands from going anywhere too dangerous, even when I stuck my crotch in his face at one point—a little trick with my legs over his shoulders. It was harder than it looked, but luckily, I didn’t fall on my face.
The song ended much as the one onstage had—with a person’s face stuck in my cleavage.
Lucifer breathed just as hard as I did, even though he hadn’t been doing a damn thing. He had a death grip on my hips, so I decided the next song was mine, too, to give him a moment to recover.
It wasn’t every day your partner’s crotch landed in your face.
I straightened up and worked the bar—not easy—and studied both men’s eyes to see what they liked best. It wasn’t hard. One guy was a tits man and the other an ass man. That was easy enough.
I crawled across the room with my ass in the air for the one who liked that and let my tits damn near fall out of my top for the guy I crawled up.
His hands ran down my arms, sending a sick shiver over my skin. It was as if he were testing the softness of my skin by the way he examined it.
I let him believe I was the sheep being appraised until the song ended.
While Lucifer danced by himself, I figured out these guys were both straight. I hadn’t been sure at first, but after they had touched him the same way they did me, with the absence of any sexuality in their gaze and with more calculation, it was obvious. It was also clear they were scouts on a mission. They were looking for beauty—male or female. Lucifer’s features were rough with hard angles, and his body was sculpted to perfection. His masculine beauty stood out amongst the rest, and his natural presence was an observable turn-on to most.
Even if they didn’t want me to play in their cat and mouse game, I knew they’d want Lucifer.
The music softly stopped.
Lucifer walked over to where the money was.
I swayed my ass as I walked to stand by him. I eyed the cash just enough to look interested, but still professional.
The men were still sitting there, both thinking.
Finally, Longhair stood and walked over to us. “Are you two interested in making more money?”
Again, I smiled inside.
I nodded and glanced at the cash.
Lucifer said, “Of course.”
Longhair stuck his right hand into his coat pocket. He pulled out two black cards. His pristine fingernails gleamed under the red lighting. He handed one to each of us.
I memorized the lone address on it.
He explained, “Come to that location on Wednesday between the times of four p.m. and five p.m. You’ll be instructed what to do from there.” He walked out of the red room.
Shorthair followed him.
I stuffed the card down my bustier and strolled out of the private room. Lucifer stalked behind me, both of us still playing our roles perfectly.
The sun peeked just over the horizon by the time Lucifer, General Finley, and I sat down in Lucifer’s room at the keep we were staying in. I hadn’t had a chance to talk to Lucifer yet about what he thought of the experience. Though I was more than pleased to be wearing a pair of baggy night pants and an oversized shirt of Lucifer’s. My hair was freshly washed and up in a ponytail.
I was clean .
Lucifer wore a pair of simple shorts and a sleeveless shirt, his person also fresh from the shower. Dark circles rimmed his eyes, but he plowed into his sandwich with gusto.
General Finley sipped on coffee, the steam rising from it. He
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