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Tonight, her shapely legs were showcased in black heels. Her curves were seductively hidden. A mesh black coverup swirled around her upper thighs. Her skin was slick with oil and glitter. I wanted to be her coverup, press my weight into hers, and slide my already hard cock into her perfect pussy.
Traversing the length of the stage, Electra seemed unaware of me, though she came within inches of where I sat. The sweet scent of coconut and citrus drifted to be nose. My already hard cock went solid like steel, only steel that throbbed.
I watched her with possessive eyes as she kicked and spun. She circled a beach lounger under an umbrella, not a ladder today. Plucking a drink glass from a little side table, she made it her dance partner. It was cute, and erotic as hell what she did with that cup and the straw. My heart started to thump in time with the bass of the song.
She set down the glass after draining the drink dry. Watching her suck on the straw, I imagined her lips around my cock and was about to come in my slacks. I wasn’t the only one. There were male groans all around me.
Electra glanced around as if she heard them too. But seeming to decide she was mistaken, she slowly and seductively began to remove her coverup, first one shoulder and then the other, before letting the slinky garment fall to the floor.
Sliding onto the lounger, she pretended to look for the perfect angle for the sun. She seemed to find it with her delectable ass in the air. The way she rotated her hips and ground on the lounger made my cock weep precum.
Fucking hell, I needed to be inside her.
Undoing one string at her hips, she let the thread dangle down her thigh. She teased the audience with a glimpse of one side, then the other. Afterward, she flipped onto her back. Kicking her legs, that black triangle over her pussy glided lower.
I leaned forward, gripping the table so hard, my fingers cracked the wood. Reaching behind her neck, she untied the bow. Her double-triangle top fluttered, but she caught it. I was close enough to the stage that I saw she wore nude-colored pasties over her nipples.
She gasped as if she had heard someone. Hastily, she refastened her hip strings and gathered her things. A book from the table, her drink glass, she clasped those items to her breasts, along with her undone bikini top.
As she danced around the stage again. I noted that I wasn’t the only man leaning forward, hoping for more seductive glimpses. The music fading, she slowed her steps and wiggled her hips on her way off the stage.
I leaped to my feet when she disappeared. The other men could watch. They could wish she was theirs. But they could only imagine. She was mine.
I just needed to make certain she was clear about that.
Electra
“YOUR NEW NUMBER is hot,” Jeremy said while snapping makeup wipes from the dispenser.
“Thank you.” Stepping inside the dressing room, I returned to my chair. It had been several moments since my performance, but I remained short of breath, turned on in a way I never had been at seeing Champion in the front row.
“Electra.” Champion appeared, dwarfing the dressing room doorway.
“What are you doing back here?” I asked.
Wondering which of the bouncers had let him through, I drank him in. He must have gone home and changed clothes at some point. He wore a short-sleeve black jersey polo that clung to his wide shoulders, and dark gray slacks that revealed just how much my dance had affected him.
“Get out,” he said low without taking his eyes off me. Obviously, the command was meant for Jeremy. Since I was the last to perform, no one else was in the room.
“You got it, manalicious.” Jeremy set down his makeup brush. “Good to see you again, sort of.” My friend gave me a glance and fanned his face with his hand as he exited the dressing room.
“You dance like that every night?” Champion asked and slammed the door shut. His eyes were dark, his intensity palpable.
“No,” I said. “I saw you in the front row. I was dancing for you.”
“Because you’re mine.” He came closer.
“Yours for now,” I said. I knew my feelings for him were irrevocable. But I also knew life was precarious. Only the current moment was guaranteed.
“I’m not letting you go.”
A pleasurable shiver rolled through me as he spun my chair around. Grabbing the lapels of my silk robe in his large hands, he lifted me from the chair. His hard body crushed to my aching nipples, and his warmth washed over me.
“Nights, days, and everything in between.” He lowered his head. “I already told you how it will be, but I’m willing to show you.”
“Please do,” I whispered.
Lifting my head, I met him halfway. Wanting this demonstration, I placed my palms on his solid chest. His shirt was sleek, his skin warm, and his heart raced.
