Page 28 of Adam & Eve

fifties pinup girls take clamps from various parts of the other’s body. They kissed each spot on the

skin left bright red by the devices. It was the first thing in the club I’d been interested in watching,

I was tempted to stay, but finding Eve was more urgent. I pulled myself away from the door and

another man replaced me, his hand on his naked cock.

Two rooms down, I stopped and stood outside the door. I’d spotted a woman who looked

like Eve but knew I had to be mistaken. The woman stood on a circular stage. Men and women

surrounded her. They watched, captivated as she rolled her body like a wave in the ocean to a slow

R&B beat.

I walked further into the room, mesmerized. It was her. The red dress she wore was pulled

down, exposing her large firm breasts. Her nipples, the size and color of HERSHEY’S KISSES,

were erect. I couldn’t wrap my mind around the fact that I was looking at Eve. The ever quiet,

always shy Eve was dancing nearly naked in a room full of strangers. The Weeknd’s, “Wicked

Games” played over the speakers as she slinked down to the floor. On all fours, she crawled her

way from the edge of the stage. Her bare ass and shaved pussy on display. My blood pumped

through my veins so rapidly my skin heated.

She stopped then turned on her back, her dress riding her thighs. She spread her legs then

ran her fingers through her wet folds. Her eyes lulled closed. Someone gasped. Maybe it was me?

Taking a seat, I watched as she danced for another song and then another. I didn’t blink, scared I’d

miss something. Then, just like that, it was over. She was done with her mental foreplay. It had

ended too soon.

When she walked off stage, all eyes followed her. I suspected if not for the two men who

stood guarding what I assumed were the dressing rooms, many would have physically followed, me

included. The sexual energy wafting off her was like a magnetic pull.

I waited anxiously as she did whatever she was doing in the room. After a few minutes had

passed, she came out, completely put back together. Absent was the makeup she’d been wearing

earlier. Her face looked sweet and innocent again, but now I knew better. She’d never be my sweet

naïve Eve again.

She walked with her head down. Another guard, bigger than the one at the door, followed

beside her and kept people from approaching her. I followed them, unnoticed, when they exited the

club. They were ahead of me, but I could still see them clearly. He walked her to her car. She spoke

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