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Lucy didn’t have any problems with nudity. She worked hard at staying fit and she liked knowing that men enjoyed looking at her. Moreover, the idea of Jamie watching her as she stripped turned her on immensely. She actually got wet just thinking about it. And when she thought of him getting aroused while he watched her…and thought of him jerking off as he replayed the memory of her taking off her clothes…well, it was almost enough to make her orgasm right there on the spot.
The only thing that put a damper on her excitement—and it was a huge thing—was the fact Jamie so clearly didn’t want her to strip. Not in public. Certainly not in front of his friends. And despite her bravado when she’d talked to him just now, she wasn’t sure she could actually do it.
He was such a good man and he’d been so kind to her.
But she kept telling herself she needed to do this. Needed to push him away. Needed to do something so dramatic that they’d forever be stuck in the Friend Zone. Right where they belonged.
She thought about him all the time. Seeing him again had hit her even harder than she’d expected. She knew that if she had a few drinks and lowered her inhibitions, she’d be all over him in a flash.
Then where would she be?
In a whole heap of trouble, that was for sure.
She needed to prove to him and to herself that she was free to do whatever she wanted and that there was nothing between them to tie her down.
And she needed to do it right now.
* * *
“Hey man, meet Maggie.” Cole said, the brunette he’d approached earlier on his arm.
“Nice to meet you, Maggie,” Jamie said even as he glanced back at the stage, where a limber blonde was finishing up her striptease. One woman had already gone before her.
Would Lucy be next or was it possible she’d changed her mind?
Fuck, he needed to get out of here. Get his friends out of here.
As the blonde left the stage to enthusiastic applause, Jamie turned to Cole. “We need to leave.”
Cole frowned. “Why? What’s wrong?”
He didn’t have a chance to answer before the music went on again.
A metal pole rose on the stage just as Lucy stepped out.
She was in disguise, but he recognized her immediately.
She wore a long blond wig that fell to her waist, a pair of skintight black leather pants, and a white button-up blouse. On her feet she wore black stilettos with what appeared to be an eight-inch heel. It made his tiny Lucy look like she was six feet tall. Across her eyes she wore a black Lone Ranger mask. As he watched, she began to move her hips in time to the music. He was spellbound by the contrast between the deep red of her fingernails and the white of her blouse as she opened each button one at a time, slowly exposing a sensual trail of skin interrupted only by a tiny little white lace bra.
Jamie shuddered at the memory of what she had hidden under that bra and he felt a tickle of anticipation in the pit of his belly. It was the same tickle he’d felt every time he’d been about to touch her flesh or brush his lips or tongue across her hard nipples.
She thrust her hips as she slowly turned around, facing away from a gathering group at the front of the stage. Men screamed and whistled, begging her to “take it off.”
She complied, letting the blouse slip down slowly to her wrists. She slipped off one sleeve and then the other before tossing the shirt into the audience. Her hips didn’t stop moving the entire time and Jamie could feel the tightness in his chest as he watched her and tried to remember to breathe.
Now clad only in her skintight pants and a tiny bra, which couldn’t quite contain the swell of her breasts or disguise the dark rose of her areolas, she moved over to the pole and took it in one hand. She hiked up one leg and rested it against the pole as she spun around it. Jamie was so taken in by her performance that he almost forgot that others’ eyes were on her as well.
Almost.
Lucy backed away from the pole, and unbuttoned and unzipped her tight leather pants, then began to push them down her hips and luscious thighs.
Jamie’s cock pressed hard against his zipper. Many of the other men were in the same predicament. Some of them were actually rubbing themselves through their pants, and that immediately snapped him out of his own erotic haze. Anger and jealousy washed over him.
His gaze shot back to Lucy. She’d slipped off her shoes and had her pants pushed down to her ankles now. Once again, she turned her back to the audience and bent over as she extricated her feet from the bottom of the pants. She shook her ass the entire time, giving him and every other person in the room a glimpse of the red thong between her rounded ass cheeks.
He wondered if she was wet. He wanted to dip his fingers in her pussy and rub the juices across her full lips before he kissed her….
The shouts of the crowd once again tore him from his reverie. Men circled around the stage and some stood on stools or even tables with their smartphones aimed at Lucy. All at once Jamie knew why she’d worn the wig and mask. She might not care if men saw her naked, but she was being smart about her little adventure— smart enough to think about the reaction the university might have if one of those videos got out.
