of me dancing for a couple of bachelors last month. It’s my best work to date. Pop it in when you get home, and feel free to use my moves.” She turned to get it when Ty’s voice stopped her.
“That won’t be necessary, Candi. Kat won’t be doing lap dances.”
In unison both women asked, “Why not?”
Ty scowled, first at Kat, then at Candi. Quickly he hid his annoyance. “I was under the impression, Kat here had some—” He looked at Kat for some help.
Crossing her arms over her chest, Phil raised a brow. “Under what impression, Mr. Masters?”
“That you had a disfigurement.”
Phil smiled slowly. “Would you like to see for yourself that I have nothing unusual hiding under this poor excuse for a uniform?”
Ty considered calling her bluff. On an impulse, he did. He nodded and grinned at Phil’s wide-eyed response. If she wanted to play with fire, she’d best learn to get burned. Lucky for his daredevil Officer Zorn, the only person left in the club area was Bud.
Phil locked eyes with her boss. She called on Kat from within and told her to do it for the missing women. Slowly, Phil turned and with her bottom aimed at Ty, she flipped up her short skirt, revealing her flawless ass. Ty’s sharp intake of breath satisfied her ego. Candi gave her own commentary. “Kitty, you have a nice butt. What’s the front of you look like?”
Ty couldn’t wait to see. Phil spun around and flipped up the front part of her skirt. Her thighs were smooth and taut, and the slice of red material that shielded her from view did a poor job; he could see the outline of her moist lips pressed against the material. His eyes caught hers and he knew she was as hot for him as he was for her.
“Kitty, if I were a guy, I’d want to do you right now. You sure are beautiful.”
“Untie the top,” Ty commanded softly. Phil slid the pleats of her skirt back into place.
Slowly, she untied the knot that held the heavy ripeness of her breasts. Her nipples tingled in anticipation and much to her horror she wanted Ty to see her breasts. More than that, she wanted him to touch them.
The knot slid open. She pulled back the sheer material and turned away from Ty to Candi. Her breasts tumbled out and she caught her breath.
Candi’s eyes widened and Ty cursed. “Those are real, aren’t they?” Candi asked.
Gently, the dancer touched the underside of Phil’s left breast. The sensation of the contact surprised Phil. Her skin was so sensitive, she felt as if a layer had been peeled off.
Phil’s throat closed up as she nodded mutely. She wanted to close her top and run out the door. Even as Kat she found it excruciating baring her breasts.
Phil moved aside, allowing Kat full reign of the moment. Kat turned up the heat. She cocked her head back and over her shoulder and winked at Ty.
His eyes burned hot in his face and the flare of his nostrils reminded her of a dog sniffing the air for a mate. From the looks of Ty, he’d found the one he wanted.
Turning back to Candi, Kat asked, “So? Do they meet with your approval?”
Candi smiled as Phil gritted her teeth. Her father would roll over in his grave if he could see her now. “If I were the jealous type, Kitty, I’d hurt you right now. Your body is beautiful. I’m glad you aren’t dancing; I couldn’t stand the competition.”
Over her shoulder, Phil cocked a brow at Ty. “Well, Mr. Masters? Is Candi’s word good enough or do you want to see for yourself?”
Ty cleared his throat. “It’s enough.”
Slowly, Phil retied the knot to the top and turned to face him. “Excellent.” Once she composed herself, she looked him hard in the eye. “So there won’t be a problem with you allowing me to provide private lap dances for the paying clients, if that’s what I choose?”
The muscles in his jaw worked. “Absolutely not.”
Candi clapped her hands. “Oh, goody. I’ll get you my video.”
The minute Candi walked out of earshot, Ty ground out, “What the hell
“That won’t be necessary, Candi. Kat won’t be doing lap dances.”
In unison both women asked, “Why not?”
Ty scowled, first at Kat, then at Candi. Quickly he hid his annoyance. “I was under the impression, Kat here had some—” He looked at Kat for some help.
Crossing her arms over her chest, Phil raised a brow. “Under what impression, Mr. Masters?”
“That you had a disfigurement.”
Phil smiled slowly. “Would you like to see for yourself that I have nothing unusual hiding under this poor excuse for a uniform?”
Ty considered calling her bluff. On an impulse, he did. He nodded and grinned at Phil’s wide-eyed response. If she wanted to play with fire, she’d best learn to get burned. Lucky for his daredevil Officer Zorn, the only person left in the club area was Bud.
Phil locked eyes with her boss. She called on Kat from within and told her to do it for the missing women. Slowly, Phil turned and with her bottom aimed at Ty, she flipped up her short skirt, revealing her flawless ass. Ty’s sharp intake of breath satisfied her ego. Candi gave her own commentary. “Kitty, you have a nice butt. What’s the front of you look like?”
Ty couldn’t wait to see. Phil spun around and flipped up the front part of her skirt. Her thighs were smooth and taut, and the slice of red material that shielded her from view did a poor job; he could see the outline of her moist lips pressed against the material. His eyes caught hers and he knew she was as hot for him as he was for her.
“Kitty, if I were a guy, I’d want to do you right now. You sure are beautiful.”
“Untie the top,” Ty commanded softly. Phil slid the pleats of her skirt back into place.
Slowly, she untied the knot that held the heavy ripeness of her breasts. Her nipples tingled in anticipation and much to her horror she wanted Ty to see her breasts. More than that, she wanted him to touch them.
The knot slid open. She pulled back the sheer material and turned away from Ty to Candi. Her breasts tumbled out and she caught her breath.
Candi’s eyes widened and Ty cursed. “Those are real, aren’t they?” Candi asked.
Gently, the dancer touched the underside of Phil’s left breast. The sensation of the contact surprised Phil. Her skin was so sensitive, she felt as if a layer had been peeled off.
Phil’s throat closed up as she nodded mutely. She wanted to close her top and run out the door. Even as Kat she found it excruciating baring her breasts.
Phil moved aside, allowing Kat full reign of the moment. Kat turned up the heat. She cocked her head back and over her shoulder and winked at Ty.
His eyes burned hot in his face and the flare of his nostrils reminded her of a dog sniffing the air for a mate. From the looks of Ty, he’d found the one he wanted.
Turning back to Candi, Kat asked, “So? Do they meet with your approval?”
Candi smiled as Phil gritted her teeth. Her father would roll over in his grave if he could see her now. “If I were the jealous type, Kitty, I’d hurt you right now. Your body is beautiful. I’m glad you aren’t dancing; I couldn’t stand the competition.”
Over her shoulder, Phil cocked a brow at Ty. “Well, Mr. Masters? Is Candi’s word good enough or do you want to see for yourself?”
Ty cleared his throat. “It’s enough.”
Slowly, Phil retied the knot to the top and turned to face him. “Excellent.” Once she composed herself, she looked him hard in the eye. “So there won’t be a problem with you allowing me to provide private lap dances for the paying clients, if that’s what I choose?”
The muscles in his jaw worked. “Absolutely not.”
Candi clapped her hands. “Oh, goody. I’ll get you my video.”
The minute Candi walked out of earshot, Ty ground out, “What the hell
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