Page 9 of Big Book Boss

Bastian raises another double shot to me. I hold it up to the crowd, then toss it back, and proceed to lead my fans in a grand finale performance, knowing I won the $2,ooo jackpot and won't be evicted this month and found the man of my dreams.

5

Sebastian

Man,is she ever beautiful.

There is something about a woman who takes good care of herself and presents a carefully crafted, put-together package. This girl has her shit together. From her full head of hair that shines with a sheen of silk, to her minimalist approach to makeup, to the simple A-line cut business attire that's as flattering to her figure as a clinging sweater dress, down her tanned, stockingless, shapely legs, to her neatly manicured toes with her dainty, high-arched feet that walks gracefully on eight-inch heels.

Watching her gorgeous body groove to the song instead of singing sends wave after wave of desire straight to my cock.

When the song ends, there's a round of catcalls and applause, and she takes a final bow. I thoroughly enjoy the view from below as she returns to me and waits for me to help her down.

I pat the edge of the bar. "Put your feet right here, Dixie. I'll help you down."

She shuffles forward. "Doodle. My name is Dixie Doodle."

I laugh.Ah, she's drunk.Reaching up, I tease her. "Nice to meet you, Dixie Doodle."

She giggles as she falls forward, forcing me to catch her and lift her over my head. Spreading her arms out wide, she arches her back like a child does when they pretend to be an airplane.

Surprised, I take a step back to maintain my balance as Mickey jumps from his seat and blocks any attempt to turn this into a crowd-surfing moment.

Then she collapses in a fit of carefree giggles, dangling limply. The sound makes me feel good. It's light and happy. Unlike most girls' giggles which are silly and annoying.

As I lower her to my chest, her arms encircle my head, and she hugs it, burying my face between her exposed cleavage.

Goddamn, girl! Your teasing is going to get the best of me or be the end of me.

As she slides down, her legs wrap themselves around me, and my hands reach around, intending to grasp her ass to support her descent, but instead, slip past her hemline and finger her panties. Unable to resist 'cause I'm not a gentleman. I slide my finger down her slit.

Fuck me! She's as wet as I am hard.

"Umm," she giggles again.

She releases my head to slide down further, and I insert two fingers and nip her breast. She flinches but keeps her arms draped loosely around my neck and giggles into my face when I surface, "Mmm, ouch."

Damn, that sultry look on her face is sexy as fuck.My eyes bore into hers. She's too sensual to resist.

Her arms turn into hooks, and I let her draw me to her lips to give her a taste of what she wants. A thorough kiss filled with the promise of more.

My cock is beyond rock hard and can't take much more, so I end the lingering kiss by dipping down and setting her on the barstool. She's breathless and ready when I unwrap her hands from my neck.

Erica taps the bar and says, "Bossman, here's the winner's drink on the house, and I need her email address to pay her the prize money."

I slide the shot glass to me and hold it.

"[email protected]"

Erica says as she enters the information, "That was the best performance we've ever had."

"Thanks. I needed to win. I lost my job today."

Erica smiles sympathetically, "Let me guess. You were one of the hundred and fifteen people the first girl fired."

"Yep. I was number one hundred and fifteen."

Erica cuts her eyes at me and then tells Dixie, "Congratulations on winning. Looks like tonight is your lucky night." Then she taps the bar and says, "Enjoy your evening."

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