The Substitute Stripper (3 page)

Almost.

The moves were as routine as her workout at home these days. For her body to become involved, her heart had to be in it. Which reminded her…

Bree tossed a glance over her shoulder. Ash had that sad puppy face going on
, when she was hoping he’d be proud. Well, she’d just have to turn up the heat a little.

The guy beneath her bellowed something she didn’t understand. She smiled and tilted her head. He yelled again. “I want one of those suckers.”

She laughed and leaned close to his ear. “I only brought one for the groom.”

“Then I’ll have to suck on one of these.” He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her,
shoving one of her nipples in his mouth. Her initial reaction was to pull back, but Ash’s worried expression appeared in her mind. After allowing the dude to circle her nipple a few times with his tongue, she rose and moved to the next chair.

“Yeah, my turn.” The red-haired guy was all hands, so she offered him her back and sank onto his lap. Rolling her hips, she ground against his erection, the denim
of his jeans rough on her pussy lips. Unwilling to endure much more of the abrasion, she stood and bent from the hips, her legs straight.

He must have taken that as an offer, because he ran his tongue up her slit. The other guys yelled. Bree stepped away, shook her tits at the group and ran a hand through her flowing
hair. She danced a bit, weaving in and out of the chairs, trailing a finger up an arm or leg as she passed.

Choosing her next victim, she approached
from behind, stroking his chest and nestling his head between her breasts. She let her hands drift to his thighs, squeezing them and bringing her thumbs close to his cock on her way back up. He groaned, took her hand and placed it on the hard lump in his pants.

“Uh-uh,” she chastised, wagging her finger at him as she walked away. “Mustn’t touch.”

Ash smiled when she caught his gaze. She winked at him. One more guy and she’d go to work on her man.

Her man. Wish
that were true.

The last guest seemed to be under control, so she took a chance. Approaching from the side, she
raised one leg and ran her heel up his thigh, then down again. Planting her foot on his leg, she gave him the full Monty. She pumped and ground her hips, pushing her spread pussy toward his face and pulling back. His eyes glazed over as he stared.

For better effect, and to
encourage the yells behind her, she reached between her legs and spread her lips for him. His jaw went slack. His mouth opened. Bree slid her fingers up and back, leaving a trail with what little moisture she could find.

Thrusting her finger deep inside herself, she moaned and rolled her head
, pretending to be desperately horny. Her free hand cupped her breast and tugged at her nipple. Withdrawing her dampened hand, she ran a finger around the lips of the guy enjoying the view. He sucked her finger into his mouth. She giggled coyly, and put her foot back on the floor.

It was Ash’s turn.

The look he sent her as she sauntered his way lit a torch inside her. His mouth twitched on one side, his eyelids fluttered for a moment. Then he licked his lips. Damn, he was so fuckin’ sexy! She couldn’t wait to taste his lips again, to feel his hand on her, and in her.

As she drew near, he shouted over the music. “What was that?”

She grinned. “Foreplay.”

“Well it worked for me. And the guys
, too, I bet.”

Bree turned and wiggled her ass at him, keeping the dance going. “So you’re satisfied?”

“Well, I wouldn’t go that far. Yet. But you definitely rocked the party.”

“The party’s not ove
r.” Facing him, her legs straddling his, she bent forward, offering her tits. She teased him, bringing one nipple at a time within half-an-inch of his tongue before pulling back.

Growling, he tugged her arm,
drawing her close. He sucked in a mouthful of her breast, nipping with his teeth and flicking his tongue over her nipple.

It was her turn to moan. She didn’t stop him when he moved to the other breast and repeated the play.
A new sensation hit her…a wish that all the other men would go away and leave her to explore Ash’s body, which was radiating heat and excitement beneath her.

Bree tried hard to keep her mind on the other men in the room. Sure, they’d love to see a stripper fucking the best man, but that wasn’t what she’d hired on for. It wasn’t something she’d ever done before, had sex with an audience watching.

Stripping wasn’t sex. Dancing naked, touching herself in front of a group of men—none of that was sex. Sex involved the mind.
Good
sex involved the heart.

But, oh, fuck, Ash’s tongue knew what it was doing. Was he born gifted that way, or had he practiced? For some reason she didn’t want to think about him with other women. Not when he was sending her desire threshold through the roof.

Her breasts were swollen and on fire, sending curling tendrils of lust down between her thighs. She shivered and ground herself on his lap, needing something to rub her in just the right spot.

“Hey, quit hogging the stripper!” Mark had come up behind her.
Taking her by the waist, he lifted her off Ash’s lap. “I haven’t had my fill, although watching that ass wiggle is definitely hot.” He squeezed one of her cheeks, draped her legs over one arm and carried her back to his chair.

Setting her down, he
dropped into his seat. “Now, dance for me, sweetheart. Make me wish I’d never decided to settle for one woman.”

Bree drew the fingers o
f one hand up her side and turned away, tossing him a flirty glance. “If you insist.”

She skipped in a circle in front of the group, stopping in front of Mark again. Rolling her body with the music, she tangled her hands in her hair and tossed the wild curls. She shook her ass in Mark’s face, spread her feet and slowly leaned forward. Her hands stroked up and down her thighs,
each time traveling higher. Closer to the money spot. Drawing everyone’s attention to the part of her that needed Ash’s attention.

Mmmmmm
, how much she needed him.

Focus. She needed to focus. She wasn’t going to come in front of them. That’s what she kept telling herself when she ran her fingers through the moisture between her labia.
She’d gotten wet while sitting on Ash’s lap. So she wasn’t totally professional anymore, at least where Ash was concerned.

Throwing a glance in his direction, she winked, and ran her tongue over her lips.
She pushed a finger inside her hot pussy, stroked in and out, rocking her hips in rhythm with the song.

“That’s it, honey, fuck yourself. Go deep, deeper. Two fingers…”

She couldn’t be sure who spoke, or how many of them. She imagined it was Ash, and that was the wrong thing to do. Her pussy dripped with need. Withdrawing her wet fingers, she spread the juices up to her anus, circling the sensitive spot.

“Fuck, yeah!”

She teased the men, circling, tapping, pretending she would put a finger up her ass.
Oh, to hell with pretending.
She pushed inside, just to one knuckle. Damn, it felt good. She wished it were Ash’s finger, or tongue, or cock…

As she made short strokes in her ass, she lost her focus on the c
rowd. Hands grabbed her hips, holding her steady when she jumped and looked over her shoulder. Mark pulled her backwards, then she felt his tongue, hard and hot, licking her pussy.

The sensation was
too good, exactly what she craved, if only the wrong man. She shivered when he flicked over her clit. His lips covered her pussy and he sucked and fucked her with his tongue.

She should stop him. She wanted to stop him. She wanted him to keep going. Looking to Ash for guidance, she saw his grin and nod.
She began to moan instead, faking an approaching orgasm that was much too close to real. “Ooh, baby, fuck me with that tongue. Yes, harder. You know how I like it.”

The words weren’t real, but the tension coiling inside her was. God, she needed Ash, and needed him
now
.

Holding out her hand, she motioned to Ash to approach. He jumped up and was beside her instantly. Mark’s hands
kept her in the bent-over position, so she began to work on Ash’s belt buckle.

“Hey, here?” he asked, tugging her wrist.

“Please?” She spoke softly, hoping no one else heard. She mouthed the words in exaggeration. “I need
you
.”

His eyelids widened and his nostrils flared. His fingers eased their grasp on her wrist. “
Okay, be my guest.”

His cock was rigid behind his zipper, so she opened his pants with caution. Freeing him, she quickly licked the precum off the tip, needing to taste him. The saltiness heightened her raging, desperate
hunger. Bree took him deep in her mouth and stroked her tongue along the throbbing vein.

Her eyes closed. Finally she had Ash where she wanted him. Well, not exactly where…she’d rather he was in her pussy, where Mark’s tongue still played. But if she was going to come, she wanted Ash coming with her.

Mark’s fingers replaced his tongue. At the same time, other hands took possession of her body. Kneaded her breasts. Traced her spine and down between her cheeks. Found her clit and pinched. Hard.

Her legs jerked and moisture
ran down her thighs. Had she been wrong before, not to let customers touch? Her skin was on fire, every nerve ending tingled. She moaned around Ash’s cock. He groaned in reply.

Her right hand stroked him just below her lips, and her left clutched his arm for support. Lifting her gaze, she found him staring down at her. His eyes were dark, filled with passion. His cock jerked in her mouth and she smiled around him. This was
so
not how she imagined their first time together. She’d make sure they were alone the next time.

Tongues and teeth nipped Bree’s flesh. Someone knelt below her and suckled one breast, each tug sending pulses to her clit
, which answered with a throb of its own. The knot inside her tightened.

Circling her hand on Ash’s cock, she began to stroke faster, needin
g him to be in the same place. Desperately needing him to come with her.

“You keep that up and you know what’s going to happen?” he growled.

Bree nodded, begging him with her eyes.

“Okay, love.” Ash took her head in his hand and t
hrust into her mouth, fucking her hard. The fingers in her pussy increased their pace, and someone thrust a finger in her ass.

She squealed. She was so close. The faster Ash moved, the more she realized she should stand still and just let them use her body, fucking all her holes and taking her to a place she craved. Her breasts swelled to the point they hurt. Her clit was almost sore with the pinching and flicking. Closing her eyes, she let the sensations combine and felt something burst inside.

Tremors rocked her. Waves of pleasure rode from her pussy outward. Spasms clenched on the fingers inside her and her lips tightened around Ash’s cock.

Ash grunted just as his cum filled her mouth. Sweet, hot lava spewed, and she swallowed greedily. He jerked and slowed as her body did the same.

Bree’s knees gave way and someone caught her, carrying her to a chair. She wiped her face, watching for Ash’s reaction. If he were upset, she’d hate herself forever, in spite of the best orgasm she’d had in years.

One of the guys handed her a napkin from the bar and heat washed over her once more. All these guys had just watched her come. Watched, hell. They’d just taken her on a magic carpet ride
of carnal bliss. She never felt self-conscious after performing, but she’d never performed like this.

Ash walked up and took her hand, his face masking what he was thinking. “Gentlemen, I think the lady deserves a round of applause, don’t you?”

They all cheered and clapped, tossing raunchy compliments at her like dollar bills. Nevertheless, her attention was on Ash. What was he feeling?

He pulled her to her feet, wrapping his arm around her and tucking her into his side.  As he led her to the door, he
picked up her coat and helped her pull it on. “Be back in a minute,” he called to Mark.

“Take your time, dude. Don’t rush back on my account.”

Ash waved and led Bree out the door.

Ash slid the key card through the slot with shaking hands. Even though he’d just come, he had a raging hard on. He’d never imagined how fucking hot Bree could be. He’d imagined all sorts of scenarios over the course of their working relationship, and all sorts of positions, but he hadn’t come close to the reality of seeing her perform as she just had.

He pressed his hand against Bree’s coat-covered ass. “Come inside before you freeze to death.”

She tugged at the belt holding her coat closed. “I’m still burning inside. I didn’t notice the cold.”

He
ripped off his jacket and tossed it on the upholstered chair. “Is that so?” Turning on a lamp, he caught her reflection in the mirror above the dresser. Her pale skin glowed in the light. The bar had been dimly lit, but she had no flaws to hide. Her full breasts stood firm and round, the nipples rock hard. Her waist was tiny, so small his hands itched to see if they would touch around it. Her hips…damn those hips were curvy. Not fat, but fleshy enough to let you grab a handful and hang on when you pumped into her.