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mind-blowing revolutions, before she pushed gently back to standing again. Easy as, and sexy as hell, even though there was nothing overtly sexual about it.
One compliment, reverberated low in his throat. ‘I like it.’
‘Me too.’ She shuffled her shoulders, shifted her feet, stood back. ‘it's fun, it’s great for fitness. And it’s empowering.’
Too true. Certainly gave her power over him. Hell, right now he’d have done anything she asked. Because there she was, all rough and unkempt, so different from his usual type, yet somehow the dizzying haze of sexuality she exuded, was knocking him off balance
‘So what about the lap-dancing that’s not lap dancing? Will you show me that too?’
All mixed up with an un-nerving dose of vulnerability. That had to be was what was throwing him.
‘The Burlesque? You think it’s about sleaze, don’t you?’ And she was back to accusing. ‘What you said yesterday about me making a living by taking my clothes off?’ Facing him square now, she rolled her eyes, shook her head, and gave another of those huffy sighs he was becoming so familiar with.
‘And it’s not?’ Eyeing the corset tossed lightly on the sofa, and mentally pouring her into it.
‘Burlesque is different. It’s always been about entertainment, and glamour, and aesthetics, not just about striptease. The stars of the thirties were independent, successful women, who dreamed up amazingly innovative performances. Today’s Burlesque is a modern take on that, it’s about women celebrating who they are, rather than conforming to stereotypical ideas of beauty. You don’t have to be a tall, skinny model to succeed – it’s more about expressing individuality. Every dancer has her own special thing.’
‘So do you perform in public?’ The thought sent an unexpected snake of prickles down his spine, and not in a good way. His throat constricted, and it seemed like forever as he held his breath, waited for her reply.
‘It has been known, but not any more. And never all the way.’
‘And you had a thing?’
‘Mine was cream. It began as a joke, and kind of caught on, but I’m not in the performance league. I joined the Burlesque Club in Freshers’ Week at Uni, and it went from there. All I do is spread the word, have fun, and ultimately make women feel better about themselves. Whether its classes, or Hen Parties, I teach women the moves, give them a taste of the glamour, and show them how to express themselves so they can feel attractive. Feeling desirable is very empowering for a woman.’
Panic over. He was breathing again. ‘I don’t doubt it.’
Though quite why he was panicking was beyond him.
She shrugged. ‘Times have changed. Women these days don’t wear high heels because they want to please men, they wear them because they want to please themselves. Women who are powerful in their everyday lives can take one step more, and have that bit of extra sensual power over men. Or they may choose not to bother, of course.’
Like she had.
Except she had been bothered enough to kiss him. Twice. Two explosive kisses that made him dive in to capitalise on the women in control line..
‘If you are serious about being truly independent, you really need to perfect the art of no-strings sex. That you would find empowering, and fun.’ He commented, waiting to see where it got him.
‘Really … ’ Biting her lip, suppressing a smile. Was she mocking him here? ‘Like you were suggesting earlier?’
‘I’d promise to be temporary, and something tells me there’s lots of heat to burn.’
Gently suggestive. Paving the way, hoping for a shift.
‘Thanks for the offer. I’ll get back to you if I decide I’m interested. Don’t hold your breath though.’ She watched him, coolly detached now, as he moved back to the kitchen, neatly stacked the remains of lunch in the fridge. ‘Did you bring dessert?’
Always leave them wanting more.
Except she didn’t. Apparently.
‘Dessert’s
One compliment, reverberated low in his throat. ‘I like it.’
‘Me too.’ She shuffled her shoulders, shifted her feet, stood back. ‘it's fun, it’s great for fitness. And it’s empowering.’
Too true. Certainly gave her power over him. Hell, right now he’d have done anything she asked. Because there she was, all rough and unkempt, so different from his usual type, yet somehow the dizzying haze of sexuality she exuded, was knocking him off balance
‘So what about the lap-dancing that’s not lap dancing? Will you show me that too?’
All mixed up with an un-nerving dose of vulnerability. That had to be was what was throwing him.
‘The Burlesque? You think it’s about sleaze, don’t you?’ And she was back to accusing. ‘What you said yesterday about me making a living by taking my clothes off?’ Facing him square now, she rolled her eyes, shook her head, and gave another of those huffy sighs he was becoming so familiar with.
‘And it’s not?’ Eyeing the corset tossed lightly on the sofa, and mentally pouring her into it.
‘Burlesque is different. It’s always been about entertainment, and glamour, and aesthetics, not just about striptease. The stars of the thirties were independent, successful women, who dreamed up amazingly innovative performances. Today’s Burlesque is a modern take on that, it’s about women celebrating who they are, rather than conforming to stereotypical ideas of beauty. You don’t have to be a tall, skinny model to succeed – it’s more about expressing individuality. Every dancer has her own special thing.’
‘So do you perform in public?’ The thought sent an unexpected snake of prickles down his spine, and not in a good way. His throat constricted, and it seemed like forever as he held his breath, waited for her reply.
‘It has been known, but not any more. And never all the way.’
‘And you had a thing?’
‘Mine was cream. It began as a joke, and kind of caught on, but I’m not in the performance league. I joined the Burlesque Club in Freshers’ Week at Uni, and it went from there. All I do is spread the word, have fun, and ultimately make women feel better about themselves. Whether its classes, or Hen Parties, I teach women the moves, give them a taste of the glamour, and show them how to express themselves so they can feel attractive. Feeling desirable is very empowering for a woman.’
Panic over. He was breathing again. ‘I don’t doubt it.’
Though quite why he was panicking was beyond him.
She shrugged. ‘Times have changed. Women these days don’t wear high heels because they want to please men, they wear them because they want to please themselves. Women who are powerful in their everyday lives can take one step more, and have that bit of extra sensual power over men. Or they may choose not to bother, of course.’
Like she had.
Except she had been bothered enough to kiss him. Twice. Two explosive kisses that made him dive in to capitalise on the women in control line..
‘If you are serious about being truly independent, you really need to perfect the art of no-strings sex. That you would find empowering, and fun.’ He commented, waiting to see where it got him.
‘Really … ’ Biting her lip, suppressing a smile. Was she mocking him here? ‘Like you were suggesting earlier?’
‘I’d promise to be temporary, and something tells me there’s lots of heat to burn.’
Gently suggestive. Paving the way, hoping for a shift.
‘Thanks for the offer. I’ll get back to you if I decide I’m interested. Don’t hold your breath though.’ She watched him, coolly detached now, as he moved back to the kitchen, neatly stacked the remains of lunch in the fridge. ‘Did you bring dessert?’
Always leave them wanting more.
Except she didn’t. Apparently.
‘Dessert’s
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