around her
waist, tugged her back to his chest, and as his hot breath tickled
her ear, he’d simply said, “Fight me. I dare you.”
He didn’t have to worry about that. She’d
spent the past four years building up her armaments, strengthening
her defenses. She was perfectly prepared to wage this battle. Hell,
after so long, it was time to finally put the war to rest. Tonight,
she’d prove to Parker once and for all, they were incompatible.
That his proclamations declaring he wanted her were based on
nothing more than lust—a short-term and passing phase. He’d get
over it soon enough and move on to the next gorgeous bimbo to throw
herself at his mega movie star feet and then, once again, Becca
would be alone.
Lonely.
He’d caught her unaware in the dressing room
earlier. She’d allowed him to take control of the situation…and her
body. She wouldn’t make that same mistake again. As she lay on the
bed, she sucked in several long, deep breaths and steadied her
nerves. She could do this. She had to.
She heard the slight tinkling of glasses as
the waitresses continued to deliver drinks to the patrons. She
should be pouring those drinks from behind the safety of the bar.
She didn’t belong here.
Why wasn’t Parker coming out on stage? Why
wasn’t he—
The vibrator inside her began pulsing. She
jerked, releasing a moan that seemed to confuse the audience. No
wonder. She’d been lying like a corpse, alone for nearly five
minutes. Now she was groaning and helpless to remain motionless.
The vibrations from her pussy increased as the heartless bastard
holding the remote took her from low to high speed in one fell
swoop.
She’d make Parker pay. Somehow, someday, the
power would be in her hands, and she’d get revenge. With
interest.
Her hips thrust involuntarily as her hands
flew to her pussy. Originally she’d thought to cover herself as her
gyrations caused her flimsy nightgown to creep higher. That plan
was quickly cast aside and instead, Becca discreetly sought out her
clit through the silky material, trying to covertly stroke the
swollen bud, seeking more stimulation.
A quiet, approving murmur filled the room. So
much for inconspicuous. She was center stage and alone. Every eye
in the place was on her and obviously the audience was enjoying her
show. Jesus. Was she really masturbating on stage? Apparently she
was.
Well…in for a dime, in for a dollar. She
continued to play with herself while keeping her eyes firmly shut.
Maybe if she didn’t see the crowd, she could pretend she was alone.
The fantasy was a familiar one to her, so her actions certainly
weren’t forced.
She’d described her dirty sex dream to her
friend, Emma, one afternoon after they’d consumed too many
margaritas at lunch. Tonight, Emma—damn her—had decided to bring
Becca’s fantasy to life…onstage. And she’d recruited Parker to play
the starring role.
Another quiet cry escaped as her arousal
grew. Her nipples were tight, sensitive, begging for a pinch.
Giving in to the urge, Becca used her free hand to give her breast
a firm squeeze. The audience released an audible sigh, which
encouraged her to up the ante. She took one taut nub between her
fingers and pressed hard.
“Oh God,” she murmured, shocked when the
softly spoken words filled the large room. Damn. She’d forgotten
about the boom mic hanging directly above the bed. Every sound,
every word she spoke tonight would be broadcast throughout the
nightclub.
She recalled exactly how loud, how vocal she
could be in the midst of sex. And while she and Parker weren’t
going to do the actual deed, she knew him well enough to know he’d
give a damn fine impersonation of it. If the vibrator wreaking
havoc on her libido was anything to go by, he probably wouldn’t be
satisfied until she’d come for real in front of God and everybody.
This was bound to be embarrassing.
Fuck it. She’d signed on to
play a role. That was all this was. She was an actress in a
waist, tugged her back to his chest, and as his hot breath tickled
her ear, he’d simply said, “Fight me. I dare you.”
He didn’t have to worry about that. She’d
spent the past four years building up her armaments, strengthening
her defenses. She was perfectly prepared to wage this battle. Hell,
after so long, it was time to finally put the war to rest. Tonight,
she’d prove to Parker once and for all, they were incompatible.
That his proclamations declaring he wanted her were based on
nothing more than lust—a short-term and passing phase. He’d get
over it soon enough and move on to the next gorgeous bimbo to throw
herself at his mega movie star feet and then, once again, Becca
would be alone.
Lonely.
He’d caught her unaware in the dressing room
earlier. She’d allowed him to take control of the situation…and her
body. She wouldn’t make that same mistake again. As she lay on the
bed, she sucked in several long, deep breaths and steadied her
nerves. She could do this. She had to.
She heard the slight tinkling of glasses as
the waitresses continued to deliver drinks to the patrons. She
should be pouring those drinks from behind the safety of the bar.
She didn’t belong here.
Why wasn’t Parker coming out on stage? Why
wasn’t he—
The vibrator inside her began pulsing. She
jerked, releasing a moan that seemed to confuse the audience. No
wonder. She’d been lying like a corpse, alone for nearly five
minutes. Now she was groaning and helpless to remain motionless.
The vibrations from her pussy increased as the heartless bastard
holding the remote took her from low to high speed in one fell
swoop.
She’d make Parker pay. Somehow, someday, the
power would be in her hands, and she’d get revenge. With
interest.
Her hips thrust involuntarily as her hands
flew to her pussy. Originally she’d thought to cover herself as her
gyrations caused her flimsy nightgown to creep higher. That plan
was quickly cast aside and instead, Becca discreetly sought out her
clit through the silky material, trying to covertly stroke the
swollen bud, seeking more stimulation.
A quiet, approving murmur filled the room. So
much for inconspicuous. She was center stage and alone. Every eye
in the place was on her and obviously the audience was enjoying her
show. Jesus. Was she really masturbating on stage? Apparently she
was.
Well…in for a dime, in for a dollar. She
continued to play with herself while keeping her eyes firmly shut.
Maybe if she didn’t see the crowd, she could pretend she was alone.
The fantasy was a familiar one to her, so her actions certainly
weren’t forced.
She’d described her dirty sex dream to her
friend, Emma, one afternoon after they’d consumed too many
margaritas at lunch. Tonight, Emma—damn her—had decided to bring
Becca’s fantasy to life…onstage. And she’d recruited Parker to play
the starring role.
Another quiet cry escaped as her arousal
grew. Her nipples were tight, sensitive, begging for a pinch.
Giving in to the urge, Becca used her free hand to give her breast
a firm squeeze. The audience released an audible sigh, which
encouraged her to up the ante. She took one taut nub between her
fingers and pressed hard.
“Oh God,” she murmured, shocked when the
softly spoken words filled the large room. Damn. She’d forgotten
about the boom mic hanging directly above the bed. Every sound,
every word she spoke tonight would be broadcast throughout the
nightclub.
She recalled exactly how loud, how vocal she
could be in the midst of sex. And while she and Parker weren’t
going to do the actual deed, she knew him well enough to know he’d
give a damn fine impersonation of it. If the vibrator wreaking
havoc on her libido was anything to go by, he probably wouldn’t be
satisfied until she’d come for real in front of God and everybody.
This was bound to be embarrassing.
Fuck it. She’d signed on to
play a role. That was all this was. She was an actress in a
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