girls. Her eyes were now drawn straight back up to his mid regions to the thong which hardly covered anything at all, his cock was bulging so much. He was clearly aroused by this.
Kat’s groan of “oh God” resounded across the table. Glancing over, Ellie saw that Kat had parted her hair to take a swift peek. She chortled at the thought of how Kat was going to tell Ben about this. It was one thing for him to put her in a D/s scene with him and another guy like he had done at the beginners’ BDSM conference Ellie had attended with Kat but quite another for things like this to happen without his say-so, being a very strict Dom. And Ellie doubted very much that Gina had asked his permission beforehand for this display. That would be a very interesting conversation afterward.
“I have a present here for Kat,” intoned the guy in a husky, sexy, enticing voice as he ran his hands up and down his body.
“Oh yeah, where?” called out Jessie like a fishwife. Ellie nearly choked at Lissa’s expression as she turned to look at the woman next to her with incredulity on her face. It wasn’t that Lissa was a prude. If the books she wrote with her husband, Matt, were anything to go by, they had a healthy sex life. But this was only Lissa’s second visit to this club, and she wasn’t one of the girls who had expressed a particular interest to get into the BDSM lifestyle. On the other hand, neither had Jessie, Ellie laughed to herself.
The stripper was moving again. His back was to the girls, and he was wiggling his butt, his gorgeous, muscular butt, in their direction while looking over his shoulder as if to tempt them to touch him.
As Ellie continued to study him, she became aware of the other residents in the room, all looking in their direction. Some looks were annoyed, but most were enjoying it, or at least amused by it. Looking toward the bar, she suspected the bartender, however, was on the phone to Ben, judging by the look he was giving them and the animated conversation he was having. Uh-oh. The stripper had better finish quickly or he was in trouble!
As if he knew this, the man startled to cajole them, raising his arms over his head, knowing his muscles would ripple when he did this, “Come on, ladies. If Kat is too chicken, how about one of the rest of you? You’re her bridesmaids, aren’t you? Doesn’t that mean you get to assist the bride in all sorts of things?” He followed this up by dropping his arms and cupping himself, rubbing his cock suggestively, very suggestively.
The response was a mixture of groans from Kat and Rebecca, yells from Gina and Jessie, and Lissa’s mouth dropping even further on the ground. “Go on, Ellie, you’re nearest. Go for it, gal,” shouted Jessie in undiluted excitement, waving her arms in the direction of the man. She was quite happy to encourage others, but if she was sitting on this side of the table, Jessie probably wouldn’t be so vocal, Ellie considered, very amused by her friend.
“No!” That came from Rebecca, very loudly and forcibly.
“What— you want to cop a feel?” asked Jessie, surprised. “Ellie’s the only single one here.” That said a lot. That she was prepared to enjoy watching the spectacle, but no way would she take part.
“Hardly, but Ellie has a guy. She is with Nick.”
“Oh no, I’m not,” Ellie said fervently, sitting upright quickly. She was surprised at how vehemently that had come out. She might have done a couple of things with Nick, but that didn’t mean they were a couple. In fact it came to her in an instant that she knew they would never be a couple.
Putting that thought aside, and the sadness that came with it, Ellie gestured eagerly for the stripper to come closer, her tongue between her teeth mischievously. Giggles came from behind her as he smirked and sauntered over to her, rubbing a hand over his six-pack teasingly. When he stopped before her, she reached out to rest her hands on his hips. Rubbing her hands
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