my seat right next to the stage.
“Shots!” Darby screams. I fucking swear that girl is like the Energizer bunny.
“To Chloe!” I holler, and raise my glass in the air and knock back the little fucker and then chase it with my Jack and Coke.
The room suddenly spins and the atmosphere of the club finally smacks me in the face. I’m up on my feet cheering and screaming for the next performer with the rest of the sex-crazed women.
A deep voice booms over the speaker system as the stage goes dark. “It’s that time, ladies. The moment you’ve all waited for. He’s here and ready to dance, but the only question is, are you ladies ready for Boss Z?”
The screams are deafening and the dollar bills fly in the air. One by one the lights bordering the stage flicker on.
“I’m not sure if he hears you, ladies.”
The floor vibrates this time with a chorus of screams and more dollar bills fly. An overhead light flips on and the strumming guitar of a popular song begins. Then the high pitch squeal of Axl Rose overpowers the announcer. The main event dancer slowly saunters out onto the stage with his face toward the stage and his flat bill cap covering his features.
My vision remains glued to the man. There’s something about his strut and build that makes the rest of the strippers look very amateur. When the song picks up, he lazily drags the hem of his white V-neck up his chiseled abs and then does a quick three-sixty spin.
It may be the alcohol playing tricks on my eyes or the man just spun, got his shirt off, and turned his ball cap backwards in one simple movement. He plants both of his feet in a wide stance, rocking his hips back and forth while rubbing his hands in a naughty gesture up and down his torso.
Hell, I let my dollar bills from Darby’s purse fly up onto the stage. That gets me a high five and shoulder bump from her. Even Chloe’s up on her feet, enjoying the show.
The dancer makes it rain when his fingers unbutton his lose fitting jeans and then unzips them until his pelvic area is exposed.
“Holy shit!” Darby squeals. “He isn’t wearing underwear.”
Amongst the crazy ruckus it’s as if he hears Darby and finally looks up at the crowd. His piercing blue eyes stab me hard in the gut.
“Holy shit, it’s Zane,” I whisper and lock eyes with him. He keeps eye contact as he keeps dancing to the song.
7
Zane
T he look on her face is fucking priceless when she finally sees me. I don’t miss the fact that her gorgeous brown eyes darted down to my cock. I’d been watching her from backstage all night and noticed her uninterested posture and hell, maybe even a twinge of longing.
When she got up to use the bathroom during Rhett’s performance, it took everything for me to stay put and not go take her. It fucking killed me to keep my dick in my pants earlier. Her taste was so fucking sweet and I’d give anything to rip that fucking skirt off and lick her until she screams my name, tattooing her taste on my tongue.
Ross is going to have my ass, but it seems I have no damn self-control around this girl. It’s something I’ve never felt and I know I just need to fuck her sweet pussy and get it out of my system.
My cock has grown to a painful state dancing and maintaining eye contact with her. I clutch the bulge in my pants and give a few hip flexes before sliding on my knees to her side of the stage. I rest back on the palms of my hands and thrust to the beat of the song for a few moments. Then I sit back up on my knees, grabbing her hand in one quick movement.
Her exaggerated breath hits my forearms, making this action so much sweeter. The crowd goes wild as I slide down the back of my jeans with my free hand, showing my bare ass to one side of the club.
I give her a quick wink and then tug her close enough that I can shove her hand down the front of my unzipped pants. Not once do I break our stare. Her petite hand wraps around my dick and slowly begins stroking me from base to tip.
“Shots!” Darby screams. I fucking swear that girl is like the Energizer bunny.
“To Chloe!” I holler, and raise my glass in the air and knock back the little fucker and then chase it with my Jack and Coke.
The room suddenly spins and the atmosphere of the club finally smacks me in the face. I’m up on my feet cheering and screaming for the next performer with the rest of the sex-crazed women.
A deep voice booms over the speaker system as the stage goes dark. “It’s that time, ladies. The moment you’ve all waited for. He’s here and ready to dance, but the only question is, are you ladies ready for Boss Z?”
The screams are deafening and the dollar bills fly in the air. One by one the lights bordering the stage flicker on.
“I’m not sure if he hears you, ladies.”
The floor vibrates this time with a chorus of screams and more dollar bills fly. An overhead light flips on and the strumming guitar of a popular song begins. Then the high pitch squeal of Axl Rose overpowers the announcer. The main event dancer slowly saunters out onto the stage with his face toward the stage and his flat bill cap covering his features.
My vision remains glued to the man. There’s something about his strut and build that makes the rest of the strippers look very amateur. When the song picks up, he lazily drags the hem of his white V-neck up his chiseled abs and then does a quick three-sixty spin.
It may be the alcohol playing tricks on my eyes or the man just spun, got his shirt off, and turned his ball cap backwards in one simple movement. He plants both of his feet in a wide stance, rocking his hips back and forth while rubbing his hands in a naughty gesture up and down his torso.
Hell, I let my dollar bills from Darby’s purse fly up onto the stage. That gets me a high five and shoulder bump from her. Even Chloe’s up on her feet, enjoying the show.
The dancer makes it rain when his fingers unbutton his lose fitting jeans and then unzips them until his pelvic area is exposed.
“Holy shit!” Darby squeals. “He isn’t wearing underwear.”
Amongst the crazy ruckus it’s as if he hears Darby and finally looks up at the crowd. His piercing blue eyes stab me hard in the gut.
“Holy shit, it’s Zane,” I whisper and lock eyes with him. He keeps eye contact as he keeps dancing to the song.
7
Zane
T he look on her face is fucking priceless when she finally sees me. I don’t miss the fact that her gorgeous brown eyes darted down to my cock. I’d been watching her from backstage all night and noticed her uninterested posture and hell, maybe even a twinge of longing.
When she got up to use the bathroom during Rhett’s performance, it took everything for me to stay put and not go take her. It fucking killed me to keep my dick in my pants earlier. Her taste was so fucking sweet and I’d give anything to rip that fucking skirt off and lick her until she screams my name, tattooing her taste on my tongue.
Ross is going to have my ass, but it seems I have no damn self-control around this girl. It’s something I’ve never felt and I know I just need to fuck her sweet pussy and get it out of my system.
My cock has grown to a painful state dancing and maintaining eye contact with her. I clutch the bulge in my pants and give a few hip flexes before sliding on my knees to her side of the stage. I rest back on the palms of my hands and thrust to the beat of the song for a few moments. Then I sit back up on my knees, grabbing her hand in one quick movement.
Her exaggerated breath hits my forearms, making this action so much sweeter. The crowd goes wild as I slide down the back of my jeans with my free hand, showing my bare ass to one side of the club.
I give her a quick wink and then tug her close enough that I can shove her hand down the front of my unzipped pants. Not once do I break our stare. Her petite hand wraps around my dick and slowly begins stroking me from base to tip.
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