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underneath, and then behind him. Standing there she ran her hands down his chest and Jager took a breath and closed his eyes. It felt so fucking good.
The women in the club hollered and hooted. Sometimes they were worse then the men.
She began undoing his sweater, and then slid her hands up his shirt. He had a tattoo of Matthews name on his chest. She suspected he had a good body but seeing it now was almost ridiculous. Did he have any flaws? She reached down and undid his belt buckle, and Jager grew nervous. The club didn’t need to see that, and by the way it was constricted in his jeans, it wouldn’t take much for it to be visible.
Her leg snaked over his shoulder then, and he couldn’t help but run a hand up it. She put her foot on the chair between his legs and with one swift movement, she was standing in front of him. She sat, sliding her feet up to his shoulders, leaning back again and facing the crowd upside down, she lowered the straps of her stringy getup.
Jager knew she wasn’t a stripper and she wouldn’t flash everyone, but part of him grew worried for Phil, if he was in the crowd. Just as the straps began to slip away, a screen arose from the floor. Completely see through, but revealing only their silhouette.
Tatum sat up and looked at Jager. They were both so drunk that he’d hoped and prayed he’d remember this in the morning. She smiled at him then, her most dazzling, sexy smile. Jager smiled back seductively and licked his lips. She leaned into him as if she was going to kiss him, and the crowd went nuts. “Wanna give me a hand with the back of this?” she whispered into his ear and he didn’t hesitate. He reached behind and unhooked the bra. He grabbed it out from her and threw it to the side. They didn’t think the crowd could be any louder but at that point it was nearly deafening.
She pressed herself back up against him and he buried his face in her neck, wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her tighter to him. It took every ounce of will power in him not to kiss her neck, her lips, to grind his hips into her. She ran her fingers up the nape of his neck and into his hair and he felt her breathe deeply too.
The stage went dark then and he noticed the music was over. Reluctantly Tatum pushed back from Jager. She covered her breasts with her arm and looked into his eyes. “Let’s not be weird tomorrow hey?” she asked, smiling at him, but looking unsure. He could only smile back.
“Happy Birthday, Jager,” She said shyly and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek before stepping off and walking behind the stage.
The minute the music stopped, Tatum sobered up. What was she doing? Things would be so awkward between them now and she really didn’t want that to happen. She liked Jager. She didn’t want him to think she was trashy like the groupies. She walked around back and quickly put her clothes back on. She’d hoped that Phil stayed in the room with the girls the whole time and didn’t have to be witness to what just went down on stage.
When she returned to the party she was relieved to see that Phil was still gone. Gary spotted her first and yelled out from the booth that he and a few of the guys were sitting in, “There she is…!” in his deepest, loudest voice. Everyone turned to look, including Jager who was sitting with his back to her. He smiled at her and she felt the awkwardness slip away, just a bit. He moved his head, indicating for her to come over by him. She did so, and he got out of the booth to let her slide in. When he slid back in next to her, he put his arm over her shoulder and that was it.
They all laughed and drank some more. Jager was attentive to her but she didn’t feel as if anything had changed, besides them becoming better friends, and for that, she was grateful.
After two weeks, the men started to make plans to return home. Jager became one of the best friends that Tatum had ever had. The flirtations were great but minimal. They loved being
The women in the club hollered and hooted. Sometimes they were worse then the men.
She began undoing his sweater, and then slid her hands up his shirt. He had a tattoo of Matthews name on his chest. She suspected he had a good body but seeing it now was almost ridiculous. Did he have any flaws? She reached down and undid his belt buckle, and Jager grew nervous. The club didn’t need to see that, and by the way it was constricted in his jeans, it wouldn’t take much for it to be visible.
Her leg snaked over his shoulder then, and he couldn’t help but run a hand up it. She put her foot on the chair between his legs and with one swift movement, she was standing in front of him. She sat, sliding her feet up to his shoulders, leaning back again and facing the crowd upside down, she lowered the straps of her stringy getup.
Jager knew she wasn’t a stripper and she wouldn’t flash everyone, but part of him grew worried for Phil, if he was in the crowd. Just as the straps began to slip away, a screen arose from the floor. Completely see through, but revealing only their silhouette.
Tatum sat up and looked at Jager. They were both so drunk that he’d hoped and prayed he’d remember this in the morning. She smiled at him then, her most dazzling, sexy smile. Jager smiled back seductively and licked his lips. She leaned into him as if she was going to kiss him, and the crowd went nuts. “Wanna give me a hand with the back of this?” she whispered into his ear and he didn’t hesitate. He reached behind and unhooked the bra. He grabbed it out from her and threw it to the side. They didn’t think the crowd could be any louder but at that point it was nearly deafening.
She pressed herself back up against him and he buried his face in her neck, wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her tighter to him. It took every ounce of will power in him not to kiss her neck, her lips, to grind his hips into her. She ran her fingers up the nape of his neck and into his hair and he felt her breathe deeply too.
The stage went dark then and he noticed the music was over. Reluctantly Tatum pushed back from Jager. She covered her breasts with her arm and looked into his eyes. “Let’s not be weird tomorrow hey?” she asked, smiling at him, but looking unsure. He could only smile back.
“Happy Birthday, Jager,” She said shyly and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek before stepping off and walking behind the stage.
The minute the music stopped, Tatum sobered up. What was she doing? Things would be so awkward between them now and she really didn’t want that to happen. She liked Jager. She didn’t want him to think she was trashy like the groupies. She walked around back and quickly put her clothes back on. She’d hoped that Phil stayed in the room with the girls the whole time and didn’t have to be witness to what just went down on stage.
When she returned to the party she was relieved to see that Phil was still gone. Gary spotted her first and yelled out from the booth that he and a few of the guys were sitting in, “There she is…!” in his deepest, loudest voice. Everyone turned to look, including Jager who was sitting with his back to her. He smiled at her and she felt the awkwardness slip away, just a bit. He moved his head, indicating for her to come over by him. She did so, and he got out of the booth to let her slide in. When he slid back in next to her, he put his arm over her shoulder and that was it.
They all laughed and drank some more. Jager was attentive to her but she didn’t feel as if anything had changed, besides them becoming better friends, and for that, she was grateful.
After two weeks, the men started to make plans to return home. Jager became one of the best friends that Tatum had ever had. The flirtations were great but minimal. They loved being
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