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‘What look should I go for?’ she said to me as I squeezed in behind her.
‘What do you like wearing?’
‘It’s more what will make the most money in the shortest amount of time before someone questions who I am. Something with multiple pieces I can take off. Delayed gratification and all.’ Esther grinned at me, moving foot to foot with an excited little hop. She really loved it. Whether it was the sneaking about or the fact she was going to be watched, I wasn’t sure.
‘You’ll look amazing in any of them,’ I said, reaching out and pulling her toward me. Running my hands up her stomach to her throat, I pinned her back against my chest, dragging my lips over her neck. ‘Tell me, Esther, does it get you hot thinking about all those eyes on you?’
She swallowed hard, her throat bobbing against my fingers as she nodded. ‘Is that okay?’
‘More than okay. I like that you like being watched. I like it even more that I can take you upstairs and be inside of you after, when you are all wet, wound up, and needy.’
A soft moan made me grin as I nipped at her neck, loosening her jeans and sliding my hand down into her underpants. Soaked already. My dirty girl. ‘You’re going to go up there and dance with a wet cunt, aren’t you?’
‘Yes,’ she whispered, grinding against my hand as her head tipped back against my shoulder.
I toyed with her clit idly, enough to wind her up, but not with enough pressure to get her to come. A perfectly maddening amount.
‘Please,’ she moaned as she tried to move against me faster, to make me pick up the pace.
‘No, darling, not until after. I want to see you up there with those lust-crazed green eyes. If you are a good girl, I’ll make you come after. As many times as you can take.’
I reached out and picked an outfit out, still wrapped in plastic. The picture on the front showed a black bra and a black thong, with some sort of fishnet enmeshment to go over the top with a matching skirt and thigh-high stockings. Even the thought of her in it had me rock solid.
‘You like this one?’ she said, taking the packet and running her fingers over it. I mimicked the touch against her with my other hand still between her thighs.
‘I do. You’d look killer in anything, but you can tear that one off.’
When she looked over her shoulders at me, her eyes gleamed. ‘I like that you aren’t jealous. Most guys wouldn’t be so cool with me doing something so crazy.’
‘Why would I be jealous when I’m the one dragging you upstairs after and having my way with you? Fuck it, if it was a different kind of club, I’d get up there with you and take you right there on the stage.’ Her whole body quivered when I spoke, a gasp falling from her lips as I circled her swelling clit.
‘That would be… so fucking hot.’
I opened my mouth, ready to promise that one day we would, when reality kicked me in the stomach. I couldn’t promise anything because she wasn’t mine. We only had a few days left. So I turned her in my arms and captured her lips, pouring every emotion that ripped through me into her mouth. The kiss was heated and messy, desperate and decadent. I groaned as I pinned her back against the wall, knocking into a dresser that had a stack of unopened eyeliners and lipsticks in it.
With rough hands, I grabbed at a thigh, lifting one of her legs up to my waist as my dick pressed against her through our clothing. Tipping my hips, I ground the head of my cock against her, eliciting the sweetest sighs. ‘Atta girl, you just remember how good it feels to have me there. I’ll see you out there, and if you are very good, I’ll feed you my cock later.’
‘Yes, please,’ she said against my lips, her arms wrapping around my neck as she claimed a last kiss.
‘I’ll be watching.’
I left her there, trepidation clawing at me as I walked out, finding a door to the back of the main room, by the toilets. no one batted an eye as I strode purposefully toward the stage, slipping into a padded chair and subtly eyeing the other patrons seated within touching distance of where my girl would dance. It was packed. A woman was on stage, finishing up, her attention focused on one particular individual, an older guy with a whole wad of cash in his lap. He leaned forward and pushed another euro note into the waistband of her thong, smiling up at her as she moved so that her tits all but grazed his face.
Scanning the room, I made a note of the security staff. There were four of them, two on the doors, one roaming, and one placed next to the private rooms. The club was pretty packed, with a mixture of single men, couples, and even a few groups, two of which looked and sounded very much like British stag parties.
One of them was getting a little handsy with one performer, very much a no-no, but the perfect distraction for the security staff.
The woman on stage stooped to scoop up the money that the patrons had tossed on stage, flashing me a grin as she did. I only had eyes for one woman, though, and I shifted in my seat as I awaited her. Who knew how long it would take before she could wangle a spot? It was early in the night though, so the newer girls would likely be up first, making it more likely she’d find a way.
Then I saw her, at the back edge of the stage near the door, talking to the DJ, who looked absolutely smitten with her. She coiled a piece of hair around her finger as she spoke, coyly smiling at the young guy, leaning in close and whispering in his ear.
It would be a lie if I said that I wasn’t jealous at all. A wisp of envy wrapped around my chest as I watched them. I replaced it with a smirk as I scanned her body, knowing it would be beneath me soon enough. Let them pant over her, let her have her night of sticking it to her family and revelling in her sexuality. I was on tenterhooks waiting to see her dance. Did she even know how? The prim mafia princess I’d watched at arm’s length was so far from the woman Esther actually was. Confidence brimmed from her, mingling with the way she allowed her sexuality to ooze from her. She was sweet, bratty, and smart. I wanted to stay in her orbit forever, needing her heat and light like she was the sun itself. My sun.
Then she was striding toward the stage, a pair of black high heels completing the outfit I’d picked out. She looked fucking incredible. She’d teased her hair into soft waves, which framed her freckled face perfectly. Her lips were a deep red that made me almost lose myself to imagining them wrapped around me, my dick blurring the edges. She’d lined her eyes in the darkest black, making the green irises pop. So fucking sexy.
She brought her full brat persona to the stage, flicking those fuck me eyes from patron to patron as the music kicked in around us. The fishnet grid of the skirt dug gently into her hips and ass, making me want to crawl up there and feel it beneath my tongue. The contrast between her soft skin and the harsh nylon would be perfect.
Then she was moving, her body twisting to the music. When she dropped to her knees and flicked her head up, sending her hair cascading down her back, I was already back to full attention. I split my time between watching her and watching the others watch her. They were already baying for fresh blood, a new girl to fantasise over.
