Page 41 of Joshua's Mistake
She swallowed. He probably knew she wanted the same thing, but they had other things to do. “We better find your friend.”
He closed his eyes for a moment, took her hand and they walked into the dimly lit room where small tables surrounded a stage. Three girls danced and slowly removed articles of clothing in time with the music.
Joshua was scanning the room for Trip and didn’t pay any attention to the show. Since Tessa had no idea what Trip looked like she scanned for trouble before settling her gaze on the three women on the stage.
She had to admit those girls could dance. Two brunettes and a blonde moved in a slow, sensuous pattern of hips and arms. They danced together and you couldn’t help thinking about them having sex. One brunette moved to the long brass pole in the center of the stage, wrapped a hand and leg around it as if she were embracing a lover and then with a push spun around one time. She climbed higher with her ass to the crowd. A string of pearls traveled up the crack of her muscular yet round butt.
Tessa wondered how those pearls felt and found her pussy wet just from the thought.
When the dancer was several feet in the air, she freed her hands and holding on with her legs, spun herself around in a slow descent. When her hands touched the floor, she did a back walkover to dismount the pole. The crowd applauded. She pulled the strings on her silver string-bikini top and let it fall to the floor. The applause grew louder at the sight of her stunning tits and large, hard nipples.
Joshua’s mouth touched her ear. “You look very excited watching this.”
She gasped at the contact and her body hummed with need. “Are you excited?”
“I’m so hard watching you get turned on by those girls it’s going to be difficult to take the stairs to the roof.”
She couldn’t help her grin and she was sure she looked stupid. The idea it was her and not the strippers that turned him on made her feel a little giddy. She didn’t think she’d felt this way since she was in junior high and had her first crush. They had a job so she pulled herself together. “I guess that means Trip is not here.”
He shook his head and led the way to the door that brought them to an outdoor set of stairs. They made their way up to the roof where they found another bar.
A nice breeze from the ocean kept the roof cool even with all the heat on the dance floor
There were no strippers on the roof, only couples drinking and mingling. In the corner was a tented area. Tessa peaked in to find a man body-painting an elaborate bra onto a completely naked woman. The woman’s curly red hair cascaded down her shoulders. Her eyes were closed, but she squirmed slightly with each stroke of the artist’s airbrush.
Around the walled rooftop were deep couches with large white cushions. A hot tub on one side was filled with several couples, all naked and flirting. Several people were dancing including two women who had removed their tops and had their tits pressed together and their legs intertwined.
Joshua gave her hand a tug and she followed him to the far side of the bar where an African American man in khaki trousers and a white cotton shirt sat talking to a woman with graying blonde hair and no top on. He acknowledged Joshua with a nod and excused himself from the company of the woman.
Trip’s salt-and-pepper hair was cut short and his chocolate skin had weathered from too much sun. His eyes sparkled when he looked at Tessa and she smiled in spite of herself.
He gave Joshua his hand. “How are you?”
“In trouble,” Joshua said.
Trip frowned. “Introduce me to your friend.”
“Tessa Clark, Trip Maynard, one of my oldest friends.”
She shook his hand and said hello. There was something easy in this man’s demeanor that was incongruous with a Psi Agent.
“Let’s find someplace we can talk.” He led them down another set of stairs to a lower rooftop on the other side of the building. It was gated and there was a small grouping of chairs. The moon’s glow shimmered off the water, adding to the ambiance.
At one end was a four-poster bed with what looked to be at least two couples entwined and gyrating. Tessa couldn’t tell where one body ended and another began. The sounds of mutual gratification drifted from the bed and were lost in the noise of Duval Street and the music of the club.
Other than the people on the bed they were nearly alone on the roof. A waiter came over as soon as they sat down and asked if they would care for a drink. Both she and Joshua declined, but Trip ask for his usual and a minute later the waiter returned with a Corona with lime.
“What’s going on? Wanda told me you were in town, but she didn’t say what was happening.”
Joshua gave Trip the abridged version of the story. He left out the part about Banta. She didn’t like that he was holding back the information. She sent him a directed mental image letting him know her feelings.
His sharp look let her know he’d gotten the message. He looked back at Trip, who sat watching them both carefully.
“There’s one other thing, Trip,” Joshua said. His eyes shifted toward her for a moment.
“What aren’t you telling me?”
“There’s a very strong possibility this is all being orchestrated by Troth Banta.”
