Page 92 of A Brother At My Back

She had it. She knew just what she did to me, her eyes sparkling behind the black lace mask covering the one side of her face. The bass hit and she stood and did some really amazing shit around that pole that had every man around the stage panting for her, except I’d be the only one who got to lick, and I would until she came writhing underneath me as soon as I got her back to my flat.

She moved like fluid fire around that damn brass pole and along the black lacquered stage and there was something different about her. An unbridled joy to her dancing that I’d never seen before and I realized that she was performing her heart out up there and she was both beautiful and so fierce it squeezed my damn heart.

She made her way down the steps rather than do her seductive crawl like the first time I’d seen her dance, and made her way along the tables and chairs, drifting fingers teasingly over shoulders, giving one guy a playful shove against his forehead, until she came to me. She straddled my legs and bowed swiftly, coming up with her tits practically in my face and I couldn’t say there was a complaint to be had about that. She turned around and gave me a spectacular view of her ass, and it was everything in me to keep my hands to myself as per the house rules.

She leaned back against me and I got an equally spectacular view over her shoulder, down between the valley of her breasts, her ass pressed lightly over my dick which was straining at the inside of my fly. She undulated against me, rubbing lightly against my crotch and I just about died and went to heaven.

She eased her bra off and held it off to one side, dropping it delicately, turning around again and sitting full on my lap, topless and alluring, her arms around my neck as she looked me in the eyes and with a wicked little smile, she kissed me. I lost what little self-control I had for a second and gripped her ass, pulling her hard up against me. The only thing between me and her and getting it on right there pretty much just my jeans.

She came up for air and, certain I had her, she bent all the way back, her hands kneading her breasts, her hips writhing over mine and I couldn’t wait to recreate this without the damn clothes back at my place.

She came up slowly, passion in her eyes and I let her go when she stood. She took me by the hand and I stood with her. A little pirouette beneath my arm, she took a bow for the men, collected her cash from the floor around us and blew kisses, then took my hand again and with a little wave over her shoulder, led me to the back.

The way back, before she turned around and kissed me fiercely again. We broke the kiss, both of us breathing hard and I asked, “What the fuck was that?”

She smiled a little smile and said, “I saved the last dance for you.”

“I see!” I exclaimed.

She smiled a little secretive smile and asked, “You park out front?”

“Yeah, I’ll pull it around.”

She shook her head and said, “I walked in the front door of this club the first time I ever came here, I think it’s fitting I walk out the front when I leave.”

I blinked, the gravity of what she was saying hit me.

“You quit?” I asked.

She nodded. “Alan and I talked. It’s time.”

I pulled her to me, an unexpected relief flooding through me, the tension draining out of me. I kissed her with a ferocity I’d never really dared try with her before, but I needed to. This was a kiss that said, you’re mine and she stepped into it, pressing tightly up against me, her perfect tits molding to the front of my leathers, her hands finding my ass and pulling me closer.

“God, I need you to fuck me,” she breathed and I realized what was different about that last dance. She was as turned on as I was, dancing for me, and she’d let herself go for real. Let herself feel the music, the vibe, just everything about it.

“Here? Now?” I asked.

She shook her head, “Never here. Not with you. Let me throw my clothes on and my shit together and take me home.”

I grinned and said, “Sounds good to me,” except I could never do that. Never take her home, because, for me, home was halfway across the world in New Zealand.

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