Page 2 of Triplet Tease

As if I’d said something funny, Gill giggled.

“It’s true. I’m not joking about that.”My face had already heated at the thought of it. “Me, I don’t docomplete nudity except alone in the shower.”

“Think about it. Don’t just dismiss theoffer out of hand, all right?”

“I appreciate all you’ve done for me.” Ishook out the tension out of my arms and let them hang loose at myside. “But I need to know what happens when people disappear for aprivate dance, Gill.”

Until now, I’d never had a reason to ask whatwent on when the girls took a client into the private rooms at theback. I had my imagination, of course, but I didn’t really know forsure.

She turned away from me and picked up theTwelve Angles calendar from where it sat on a shelf, waiting to behung on the wall. Gill had bought the calendar of black and whiteerotic photos for me as a gift when I moved in.

“The guys expect something different fromwhat they get in the public space, something a lot more intimate. Butthe women are still in charge, and the club rules of no touchingstill apply.” Absentmindedly, she ran a finger over the eroticblack-and-white photograph on the cover. “They’ll expect you tobare it all. And, well, you should just relax and have fun.”

“I just can’t imagine strutting my stufflike that and thinking of it as fun. It sounds embarrassing. Justdancing in a bikini on the stage sounds mortifying enough.”

Strictly speaking, I wasn’t telling her thetruth.

I’d often imagined myself as an erotic dancer— wasn’t that every woman’s secret fantasy?

I’d imagine keeping a bunch of handsome menenthralled. It was one of my favorite go-to fantasies when I neededthat sort of picture in my mind.

In my erotic dreams, I’d drive the group ofgorgeous hunks to distraction with my sexy moves until they begged meto take them somewhere more private.

One by one, they’d accompany me into a solobooth where I’d take my performance up a notch, making it even moreraunchy.

Invariably, I’d push down my panties andtouch myself when having this fantasy, and I’d imagine doing it infront of each of them. “Don’t touch me, just watch me,” I’dsay. “It’s the house rules.”

For a few minutes, he’d sit and enjoy theprivate performance with his eyes wide and his mouth open until hecould take it no longer.

“Rules are meant to be broken,” he’d sayin a deep rumbling voice.

The men in my dreams were untamable and wild.They didn’t play by the rules.

He’d take hold of me and pull me close tohim.

I’d know how much he wanted me. The firmevidence pressed against my stomach, and he’d kiss me as if hislife depended on it.

At this point, I’d whimper for real.

He’d push his hand between my thighs, andgroan with approval when he discovered just how wet I was. How much Iached for him. My legs would part, inviting him to take what hewanted and satisfy me. He knew what to do. As one skilled hand withlong fingers touched all the right places, the other opened hiszipper.

I wanted the stranger’s cock.

Without any sense of shame, I desired this bigman’s erection as much as he wanted me. I dreamed of being fuckedby a stranger like this. And not just one stranger, but many. He’dshare me with each of his friends. One after another, in quicksuccession. One position and another. Up against the wall and on thefloor. Over a table and riding the guy as he sat on the chair.

I wanted it as bad as they did, and there wasno hiding my arousal from them. Not with all the physical signs.

My fantasy men wouldn’t be able to controlthemselves after I’d driven them wild.

In private, I’d come multiple times with mytoys and fingers while this fantasy played out in my head.

A daydream couldn’t possibly become areality. I’d never dare perform so outrageously in front of anyman.

CHAPTER TWO

FINN

While yawning, I stretched my arms above myhead. They didn’t get far before being forced outward by theheadboard.

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