Stripper With Spice - Excerpt
Copyright © Afton Locke, 2014 (unedited) - All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Zena claps. “Ooh, I think he saved the last lap dance for you.”
Without a word, he lifts my jacket from the back of my chair and crooks his finger, gesturing Zena and me to move to a table with higher-legged chairs. When he lays the jacket across my lap, the fabric tickles my bare thighs with a naughty caress.
He then proceeds to give me the best lap dance of all, plunging his hand down the outside of my stretch top between my aching breasts. His sexy tattoos swim before my eyes, daring me to caress them. Instead, I dig my nails into the sides of my chair.
When his fingers skim across my bare knees, tingles of heat fill my panties. Instinctively, I wriggle to the edge of my seat, craving his nearness. Although I can’t take my eyes off him, I notice Bombastic Brian in my peripheral vision giving Zena a lap dance too.
I sway with the music, which resonates through my entire body, especially my swelling clit. When Carlos angles his hips between my thighs, I realize why he told me to wear a miniskirt. As his pelvis dances with sultry gyrations, the hardness inside that skimpy black G-string brushes across my damp panties. Each bump makes my thighs tremble with need and my cunt sizzle with cream.
He’s obviously done this with other girls…
I try not to think about that. I’ve never wanted him as much as I do in this moment. Knowing we can’t have sex now makes the thought of it a hundred times more enticing.
When the lights flicker, I assume it’s part of a light show. Colored lights have been swiveling and going dim and bright all evening. This seems more random and choppy than theatrical, though. The lights eventually go out completely, leaving nothing but the tiny footlights on the side of the room. A couple of women scream.
I gasp out loud myself when Carlos’s sheathed cock nudges past the thin lace of my thong and slides into my cunt.