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With the click of the door, her heartbeat increased speed. Olivia took several a deep breaths, before changing into a black and red teddy. She had some black thigh-high stockings to go with it. Next, she put on her stilettos.

She added a little more gloss to her lips and took a seat at the computer. Her heartbeat echoed in her ears and felt as if it were going to burst out her chest as she input her name. A screen, resembling Skype, came up. The camera turned on, and she could see herself. Another window popped up with a man on it.

“Hello, miss,” he said. “I’m Kenny.”

“Hi.” She waved.

“Are you ready?”

Olivia gave him a nod. Music began playing, and she closed her eyes. She took in the soulful tunes, allowing it to calm her nerves. Her eyes opened, and she was ready.

She slow walked to the chaise and eased down on it. Spreading her legs apart, she leaned back on the couch. Olivia rolled her hips to the music, more relaxed than the sorry lap dance she had given Earl. Moving her hands up to her breasts, she cupped and caressed them. She slid her hands back down her body until she felt the silk of the stockings. Olivia got up off the couch so he could get a full view of her body, before unlacing the teddy. The top part opened showing her firm C-cups. Even after having twins, they maintained their perfect shape.

Olivia was in full character. She worked her body as she’d seen sultry female musicians do in their videos. She was getting into it and ready to show Kenny how she mastered the art of making herself reach her climax. She slid the teddy down to her ankles and lay back on the chaise. Flipping it off with her foot, she caught it with her hand. Olivia took them and made a sling shot out of them, shooting them at the monitor.

Kenny smiled as it fell to the floor.

Using her body as a canvas and her hands as the paintbrush, she moved them seductively across her ass to her stomach and back up to her breasts. Olivia got the nipples nice and hard before moving on to the rest of her body. She took her time exploring every inch of herself, as if noticing it for the first time. All the while, she maintained her rhythm to the music.

Changing her position, she sat on her feet and spread her legs wide apart. With her pride and glory showing, the only thing left was to put her hand to work. She pulled her shaved lips apart and toyed with her pink pearl.

“Mm,” she said, allowing moans to escape her lips. When her juices started flowing, she stuck her middle finger in deep. She kept fingering her bud and worked her inner walls.

“Oh, mm.” She needed the release she didn’t get earlier.

Olivia forgot all about Kenny watching her. She was cumming so hard that her body arched up off the couch, giving him a very up close and personal view of her explosion. Weakened she fell back down, quivering. Waves of ecstasy flowed through her.

“Miss,” he said, drawing Olivia out of her bliss. “You can get cleaned up. Mercedes will be waiting on you.”

Did I really just do all of that for him?

Olivia pulled herself together and cleaned up with the baby wipes that were in a dispenser on the wall. She smoothed her hair down and opened the door to see Mercedes standing on the other side.

“I see you did learn a thing or two,” she said, smiling. “I knew there was something more behind those glasses.”

“Thanks.” She beamed. She could feel her face turning bright red. Her nerves had kicked back in. Mercedes had seen the show.

“Welcome to
The Playhouse
.”

“Are you serious? I know you have seen way better than me. I don’t compare to half the girls on your site.”

“Olivia, look here, you little vixen, you are beautiful. Most of those other girls are fake. They’ve had more plastic surgery than should be allowed. Guys like that, but they love natural beauty even more.”

Olivia grinned like the Chester Cat from
Alice in Wonderland
.

“I’ll take that as a yes. You can start whenever you like. My girls make their own schedule. If you’re going to use my place, I have to ask that you turn in a schedule two weeks early, so you’ll have the space available.”

A Black and Asian mixed woman walked out of one of the other rooms and smiled at Olivia. Even in jeans and a t-shirt, she looked like she was walking the runway. She was tall, without heels. The woman gave Mercedes a kiss on a cheek, whispered something to her, and continued on her way.

“That was Asia,” she said, watching Olivia’s eyes follow the Amazon beauty. “Even she approves of you.”

“She’s gorgeous.”

“Yes, she is. You should check out a few of her shows. It may give you more ideas.”

“I think I’ll just do that. Thank you so much for giving me a chance.”

Mercedes walked her downstairs. “Now, I have a meeting to get to. I have to fire some folks. So, please remember to follow the rules.” She smiled.

“Yes, ma’am,” Olivia responded like an obedient soldier. Although she was glad to see Mercedes was about business, she was a little sad to remember that she never got to start her own.

Mr. Sexy met Olivia back at the door and let her out. She wondered if he’d watched her show as well. Olivia secretly hoped he had.

She couldn’t wait to get home. With the twins gone, she could log on tonight. Her office was the perfect spot for her new job. Olivia was glad she opted to put a chaise in the room. It allowed for more movement than just sitting at a chair in front of the computer.

As she was driving home, her cell phone rang. Angela wanted to go out and have drinks. They hadn’t been out in eons. Olivia decided to put her new career on hold for the evening. As she changed her clothes, she could hear the front door open. Angela was waiting for her. After one last glance in the mirror, Olivia left her room and found her sister sitting on the living room couch.

“Dang, sis,” Angela said. “I didn’t know you had that in you!”

Olivia smiled and brushed her hands over her black silky Capri jumpsuit. Cold air teased the open back. Her new outfit was nothing like what she normally wore, but she was kicking the old her to the curb, slowly but surely.

“Thank you. I got it at BeBe’s.”

“Well, those men better watch out. I don’t know if they can handle all of that.” Grinning wickedly, Angela stood.

“Whatever! With those hips of yours, I’ll barely be a blip on the radar.” She bumped her hips against Angela’s. Her sister was also dressed very sexy in a yellow and black mid-length dress that tied at the neck. She was working those legs.

“When are you going to ditch the glasses and get some contacts or Lasik?”

“Contacts maybe, Lasik…um, never.” Olivia wasn’t letting anyone put a laser to her eyes. Heck, she could barely see as it was. She was not about to risk being blind.

“So, are we rolling in your BMW?” Angela rubbed her hands together.

“Girl, there is nothing wrong with your car.”

“Yes, there is.”

“And what is that?” As far as she knew, Angela’s car never had an issue. It was only eight months old.

“About forty thousand,” she responded with a laugh.

“You got what you can afford. When you become this big time CSI person and have your own TV show, you’ll have an even nicer car than mine.”

She didn’t like when Angela brought up money because it reminded her of Patricia. Olivia busted her butt to get where she was now. When she was finally comfortable with her position at Peoples Insurance, she spent part of her savings on the car she’d always wanted despite Travis’s protests. Besides, Angela would get hers soon enough. Olivia was proud of her for continuing with her education. The state job Angela currently had wasn’t bad at all. She knew people who fought long and hard to get a government job.

“But for now, yours is fly. So, let’s go ride.” She snatched the keys out Olivia’s hand and ran to the garage.

Yep, go ahead and drive, and you can drive home too. I’m going to get my buzz on.

Chapter Nine

The club was packed wall-to-wall. It was one of the radio personality’s birthday, and they were throwing a big bash. VIP was the only area with sitting room, and Olivia was willing to pay extra to have a seat.

“What can I get you ladies?” the wa
itress asked after they were led to their table.

“Vodka and Cherry Pucker for me, please.” She’d seen the drink online and wanted to try it.

“I’ll have the same. Wow, you really are coming out your shell. What happened to the wine coolers?”

“Nothing, I still drink them, but we are in VIP, baby. It’s time to party!” She bobbed to the music.

After they emptied their glasses, they made their way to the dance floor. Olivia couldn’t do all of the latest dances, but she had rhythm. A young man got behind her and began putting the moves on her. Olivia turned her back to him and shook her booty while rolling her hips. It felt like she was twenty-one again. She soon realized she wasn’t. By the third song, she had to go sit her tired legs down. Getting Angela’s attention, she pointed at VIP and walked off the dance floor.

The security guard stopped Olivia
. “Miss, is he with you?” He crossed his arms and glared down at her as he blocked the entrance to the VIP area.

“Who?” She looked over her shoulder.

The young buck had followed her.
Was he crazy?

“No,” she answered, and he granted her access.

Young buck
, trying to follow suit, was halted by the sercurity’s massive frame blocking the entrance again.

Sorry, Boo. It was
just a dance. I’m not hanging out with you all night.

Olivia went back to their reserved table and ordered another round. Angela would be ready for another drink when she returned. When the waitress walked away, she checked out the VIP area a little more. There was definitely some money up in there. She could tell by all the groupies hanging around the men. Some of the men had three or four girls fighting for their attention at the same time.

“Excuse me, miss,” the waitress said, bringing back her order. “That man in the corner paid for your drinks. He’d like for you to join him.”

Olivia looked in his direction. The man and his friends were surrounded with females, so she held up her glass to show appreciation and stayed put.

“Tell him thanks, but he already has enough company.”

“You sure, honey? He’s sitting with the football players.” She looked at Olivia as if she were crazy.

“I’m sure.”
I’m sure as hell not about to be anyone’s groupie.

The waitress walked over and told him something. Whatever it was had him coming in Olivia’s direction.

Oh, shoot.
She looked around, ready to make a run for it. It was too late. He took a seat in the empty chair next to her.

“How do you know that seat isn’t for my man?” she said.

“Because I noticed you the moment you walked in. My name’s James, by the way.” He held out his hand for her to shake.

She did. “It’s nice to meet you, James. I’m Olivia.”

And he is fine.
She took her time taking in his dark skin, close cut and well trimmed mustach.

“Olivia, nice. You look very beautiful tonight.”

She blushed. “Thank you.”

His brown
eyes were on her.

Why was he staring at me like that?
After being with Travis so long, she’d forgotten what it was like to have a compliment from a man.

“You have beautiful eyes. I almost couldn’t tell how light they were behind those glasses, which I think are cute.”

“Thank you again. Aren’t some of your fellow football players going to miss your presence?”
This fine man needs to stop flirting and get away from me.
The cold nights of sleeping alone were getting to her and a sexy man would be the perfect bed warmer.

“Yeah, right. You see all the company they have? It’ll be two days before they notice I’m gone. By the way, I am not a player.”

James could have fooled her. He looked like he weighed about two hundred-twenty pounds of solid muscle. His chest was huge, and he was built like a running back.

“Not a player? What are you, just one of their buddies?”

He smile and showed a dimple in his left cheek. “Yes and no. I used to play in college, but I knew I was not going to get drafted. I focused on my studies. I’m a sports agent.”

“Impressive.” She nodded.

“Not as impressive as being a player. But I like it.”

They chit-chatted a while before Angela made her way to the table. She took one look at James and was all smiles. Angela grabbed her drink and headed back to the dance floor. A few songs later, the DJ put on a slow song.

“Can I have this dance?” He held out his hand.

“Sure.”
It’ll be nice to be held again.

James held her hand and led her to the dance floor. Pulling her into his chest, he put a hand on the small of her back. She took a deep breath and exhaled. It felt good being in his arms. The sweet scent of his cologne was intoxicating. Olivia could feel his heartbeat next against her face. He was so tall that her head rested comfortably on it. Surprisingly, his muscles weren’t as hard as she thought they would be.