the stolen item from Adam’s office and slid it over my head—the tie he kept for meetings. I adjusted the blue silk, letting it drape around my neck as I fixed the knot and made it so the fabric fell just between my bare breasts.
I noticed some of the girls staring at me from the corners of their eyes as I added some fuchsia lipstick and ruffled up my hair one last time.
“That’s a new look for you.” One of the dancers spoke up.
“Yep,” I replied, stepping up behind the curtain. “Figured I would end my dancing career with a bang.”
Butterflies took flight in my middle, and I moved restlessly against the silk hanging in the center of my breasts. Having his clothes, things he wore on his body, brushing against my naked skin excited me. I’d never been so keyed up, so turned on for a dance before.
Adam said he didn’t like me dancing for other men.
So this time, I was going to dance just for him.
8
Adam
I was going over an inventory sheet behind the bar, checking it against the supply of liquor, when the music came on. It wasn’t anything special, just the usual instrumental style with a slow-paced, heavy beat that made every man in the place think of sex.
The room was dim, most everything cast in shadows except the area right around the bar. A single spotlight shone down in the center of the stage, drawing everyone’s eye.
I only glanced up and then didn’t look up again.
Until a hushed sort of murmuring seemed to race over the people sitting around the stage. I looked up from my notes. The stage was still empty; the light illuminated nothing at all. The grinding rhythm of the music filled the space as men looked around, wondering where the hell the entertainment was.
Wasn’t Roxie supposed to be up?
What the hell was she dragging this out for? She needed to get on stage, shake her ass, and be done. I wasn’t kidding when I told her I was done watching her shake it for other men.
I began to feel suspicious, remembering how her tight, round ass bounced into my office before disappearing backstage. What the hell was she up to now?
I was just about to abandon the inventory to go see what was going on when a catcall echoed through the bar. As soon as it ended, a few whistles and shouts immediately followed. I glanced back at the stage.
Roxie was there, standing just out of the circle of light but with her leg partially stepped inside. The only thing anyone could make out of her shape was her sleek, slim calf and sexy-as-hell black heels.
She rolled her foot around, flexing the creamy smoothness of her leg, and as more whistles cut through the music, she stepped all the way beneath the spotlight.
The clipboard I held fell out of my hands, landing with a thump on the top of the bar. The inside of my mouth suddenly went dry, as if I’d been walking through a desert in the dead heat of day.
Roxie was wearing my jacket. Her long, bare legs stuck out from beneath it and stretched all the way to the floor. It hung off her frame, too large to mold against her, but it didn’t matter. Just imagining what was beneath it was sexy enough.
She shook out the mess of dark hair tumbling over her shoulders and bent. Roxie dragged her fingers up her bare leg and arched her back as she straightened, giving every single eye in the place a glimpse of her tight black panties, pink bows, and bare waist.
Her hand stopped just shy of revealing her chest, and she slid her fingers over and glided them up and down a tie hanging around her neck. My cock tightened watching the pumping action.
Men in the audience were hooting and hollering, but I barely heard them. My hearing seemed to go out…
That was my tie.
She was wearing my jacket and my tie.
My blood pressure spiked and the room tilted. Desire unlike anything I’d ever felt before hounded me, so strong I had to grip the edge of the bar for support.
Roxie shimmied around and then spun, putting her back to the crowd. Very slowly, the jacket began to
I noticed some of the girls staring at me from the corners of their eyes as I added some fuchsia lipstick and ruffled up my hair one last time.
“That’s a new look for you.” One of the dancers spoke up.
“Yep,” I replied, stepping up behind the curtain. “Figured I would end my dancing career with a bang.”
Butterflies took flight in my middle, and I moved restlessly against the silk hanging in the center of my breasts. Having his clothes, things he wore on his body, brushing against my naked skin excited me. I’d never been so keyed up, so turned on for a dance before.
Adam said he didn’t like me dancing for other men.
So this time, I was going to dance just for him.
8
Adam
I was going over an inventory sheet behind the bar, checking it against the supply of liquor, when the music came on. It wasn’t anything special, just the usual instrumental style with a slow-paced, heavy beat that made every man in the place think of sex.
The room was dim, most everything cast in shadows except the area right around the bar. A single spotlight shone down in the center of the stage, drawing everyone’s eye.
I only glanced up and then didn’t look up again.
Until a hushed sort of murmuring seemed to race over the people sitting around the stage. I looked up from my notes. The stage was still empty; the light illuminated nothing at all. The grinding rhythm of the music filled the space as men looked around, wondering where the hell the entertainment was.
Wasn’t Roxie supposed to be up?
What the hell was she dragging this out for? She needed to get on stage, shake her ass, and be done. I wasn’t kidding when I told her I was done watching her shake it for other men.
I began to feel suspicious, remembering how her tight, round ass bounced into my office before disappearing backstage. What the hell was she up to now?
I was just about to abandon the inventory to go see what was going on when a catcall echoed through the bar. As soon as it ended, a few whistles and shouts immediately followed. I glanced back at the stage.
Roxie was there, standing just out of the circle of light but with her leg partially stepped inside. The only thing anyone could make out of her shape was her sleek, slim calf and sexy-as-hell black heels.
She rolled her foot around, flexing the creamy smoothness of her leg, and as more whistles cut through the music, she stepped all the way beneath the spotlight.
The clipboard I held fell out of my hands, landing with a thump on the top of the bar. The inside of my mouth suddenly went dry, as if I’d been walking through a desert in the dead heat of day.
Roxie was wearing my jacket. Her long, bare legs stuck out from beneath it and stretched all the way to the floor. It hung off her frame, too large to mold against her, but it didn’t matter. Just imagining what was beneath it was sexy enough.
She shook out the mess of dark hair tumbling over her shoulders and bent. Roxie dragged her fingers up her bare leg and arched her back as she straightened, giving every single eye in the place a glimpse of her tight black panties, pink bows, and bare waist.
Her hand stopped just shy of revealing her chest, and she slid her fingers over and glided them up and down a tie hanging around her neck. My cock tightened watching the pumping action.
Men in the audience were hooting and hollering, but I barely heard them. My hearing seemed to go out…
That was my tie.
She was wearing my jacket and my tie.
My blood pressure spiked and the room tilted. Desire unlike anything I’d ever felt before hounded me, so strong I had to grip the edge of the bar for support.
Roxie shimmied around and then spun, putting her back to the crowd. Very slowly, the jacket began to
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