Earth or certifiable.”
“You’re incredible. Never doubt that, Bella-love.” Ned pressed on her back, guiding her to a stripper pole set up near the foot of the large bed. “Dance for us.”
She blushed at the thought, not certain she’d have the nerve. Though she loved to dance and the idea of giving her handsome bosses a provocative show was definitely tempting. After all, she’d come to this room knowing they’d make some seriously tough requests. And truthfully, this didn’t feel all that difficult. The idea of giving something back to Ned and Justin appealed to her a great deal.
Music began to play as Ned fiddled with an iPod on the nightstand. He adjusted the volume on a seductive song, then came back with two chairs. He and Justin sat down, observing her patiently, neither pushing. They would make their requests. Then the decision was in her hands. The safe word protected her, gave her an out.
She didn’t need or want it.
She was reminded of Ned’s fantasy and something sparked, came to life inside her. She would submit to them. Give them everything they requested. Because she wanted to. Desperately. More than she wanted her next breath.
Suddenly it wasn’t a question of whether or not she should dance. That decision had been taken from her as she allowed her submissive side to escape.
Rather than upset her, it felt as if she’d truly been set free. By relinquishing control of her own free will, she could explore and do and experience things she’d never have the courage to try on her own. Every fantasy she’d ever entertained was being brought to life by the two men who’d started out as her bosses, and then become her friends. Tonight, they’d add lovers to the list. Even if only briefly.
“As you dance, take off your blouse, bra and skirt. Leave the stockings and heels on.”
She gave Ned a seductive grin as he issued his order, enjoying the glimmer of shock that entered his expression. Clearly he’d expected her to put up a fight, to resist.
No. No way. She’d come too far to turn back. Not that she would anyway. She’d dreamed of being with these men, separately and together. Whether this was the best decision or biggest mistake of her life was tomorrow’s concern.
For now, she was going to live in the moment.
Bella reached up, gripping the bar above her head, then took a slow spin, letting the music soak into her soul, allowing her body to find the rhythm of the sexy beat.
She closed her eyes and acted on instinct, feeling her way through her first experience as a stripper. It was hotter than she would have imagined. Her skin burned and tingled and her clothing felt too constricting. She longed to bare herself to Ned and Justin.
Reaching up, she popped the button on her blouse, enjoying the collective intake of breath she heard from her audience of two.
Slowly she allowed the silky material to glide over her arms, the gentle brush of slickness against skin adding even more fuel to her own arousal. Then she stepped away from the pole and dropped the shirt over Ned’s shoulder. His hungry gaze encouraged her to continue, to push the temperature even higher.
Returning to the pole, she straddled it, arching her back, moving her hips in time with the music several times, losing herself to the power of the movement, to the spellbound stares of her soon-to-be lovers.
Then she stood upright once more. Turning her back to her men, she unfastened her bra and let the straps slide down one at a time while holding the cups in place. Glancing over her shoulder, she gave them a teasing smile, thrilled by their rapt attention. She dropped the bra to the floor before reaching for the pole once more and spinning to face them.
Justin’s groan warmed her, made her even more daring. Slipping the zipper on her skirt lower, she shimmied the tight material over her hips torturously slow, keeping her gaze on their faces. Inch by inch, she revealed herself to them, her pussy already naked thanks
“You’re incredible. Never doubt that, Bella-love.” Ned pressed on her back, guiding her to a stripper pole set up near the foot of the large bed. “Dance for us.”
She blushed at the thought, not certain she’d have the nerve. Though she loved to dance and the idea of giving her handsome bosses a provocative show was definitely tempting. After all, she’d come to this room knowing they’d make some seriously tough requests. And truthfully, this didn’t feel all that difficult. The idea of giving something back to Ned and Justin appealed to her a great deal.
Music began to play as Ned fiddled with an iPod on the nightstand. He adjusted the volume on a seductive song, then came back with two chairs. He and Justin sat down, observing her patiently, neither pushing. They would make their requests. Then the decision was in her hands. The safe word protected her, gave her an out.
She didn’t need or want it.
She was reminded of Ned’s fantasy and something sparked, came to life inside her. She would submit to them. Give them everything they requested. Because she wanted to. Desperately. More than she wanted her next breath.
Suddenly it wasn’t a question of whether or not she should dance. That decision had been taken from her as she allowed her submissive side to escape.
Rather than upset her, it felt as if she’d truly been set free. By relinquishing control of her own free will, she could explore and do and experience things she’d never have the courage to try on her own. Every fantasy she’d ever entertained was being brought to life by the two men who’d started out as her bosses, and then become her friends. Tonight, they’d add lovers to the list. Even if only briefly.
“As you dance, take off your blouse, bra and skirt. Leave the stockings and heels on.”
She gave Ned a seductive grin as he issued his order, enjoying the glimmer of shock that entered his expression. Clearly he’d expected her to put up a fight, to resist.
No. No way. She’d come too far to turn back. Not that she would anyway. She’d dreamed of being with these men, separately and together. Whether this was the best decision or biggest mistake of her life was tomorrow’s concern.
For now, she was going to live in the moment.
Bella reached up, gripping the bar above her head, then took a slow spin, letting the music soak into her soul, allowing her body to find the rhythm of the sexy beat.
She closed her eyes and acted on instinct, feeling her way through her first experience as a stripper. It was hotter than she would have imagined. Her skin burned and tingled and her clothing felt too constricting. She longed to bare herself to Ned and Justin.
Reaching up, she popped the button on her blouse, enjoying the collective intake of breath she heard from her audience of two.
Slowly she allowed the silky material to glide over her arms, the gentle brush of slickness against skin adding even more fuel to her own arousal. Then she stepped away from the pole and dropped the shirt over Ned’s shoulder. His hungry gaze encouraged her to continue, to push the temperature even higher.
Returning to the pole, she straddled it, arching her back, moving her hips in time with the music several times, losing herself to the power of the movement, to the spellbound stares of her soon-to-be lovers.
Then she stood upright once more. Turning her back to her men, she unfastened her bra and let the straps slide down one at a time while holding the cups in place. Glancing over her shoulder, she gave them a teasing smile, thrilled by their rapt attention. She dropped the bra to the floor before reaching for the pole once more and spinning to face them.
Justin’s groan warmed her, made her even more daring. Slipping the zipper on her skirt lower, she shimmied the tight material over her hips torturously slow, keeping her gaze on their faces. Inch by inch, she revealed herself to them, her pussy already naked thanks
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