Page 37 of Training Rain
The long catwalk stage had two poles, one at each end. At the moment the poles were occupied by a pair of blondes wearing pink bras and G-strings. They must have been twins or at the very least sisters. They undulated in time with the slow beat of the music, which was not too loud. He guessed they were just the between-acts entertainment. Lovely to look at, but no real dance talent.
The waitress had curly red hair. She had on a black leather skirt so short he could see the triangle of red panty as she approached the table. Her small breasts were covered only by a matching red bra. “I’m Sharon, there’s a one-drink minimum. What can I get you?”
Rain gazed at the waitress from her exposed panties to her perky tits. “Bourbon neat, please.”
Jess had to close his eyes for a second while the wave of Rain’s desire washed over him. He cleared his throat. “I’ll have the same.”
If he wasn’t mistaken, Sharon found Rain just as attractive. Her eyes glazed over just a touch and she looked at him and blushed a bit. Maybe she liked them both. The idea of having Rain and the waitress at the same time was not nearly as erotic as the notion of watching Rain and Sharon together.
Sharon turned and headed toward the bar. She looked back once.
“I don’t know how long I can stay open to you,cher. The naughty things dancing around in your head might be too much for me.”
“Do you want to have sex with Sharon?”
“No. I want to have sex with you. Though I wouldn’t mind watching you and that pretty redhead rolling around in the sheets together. Have you ever been with a woman?”
She nodded. If she’d slapped him across the face, he would have been less surprised. “I was living in LA. I didn’t really see what the big deal was.”
“So it didn’t turn you on?” He tried to keep the disappointment out of his voice.
She got that adorable look on her face as she cocked her head to one side and thought about what he asked. “I was aroused. I was also wasted. It was an interesting experience, but I never thought about repeating it.”
“I get the impression you were turned on by Sharon and you might like to have sex with her.” His cock pressed harder against the stiff fly of his jeans.
“I think I’m more interested in you watching than I am in Sharon. She’s attractive and clearly interested, but she would only be a plaything. I’m not sure I like the idea of that.”
He wanted to say more. There was so much to say, to ask, but the music changed, grew louder. The matching blondes left the stage.
The stage lights dimmed to nearly total darkness. Rain closed the distance between them on the banquet seat. Her leg pressed against his. It wasn’t a particularly forward or sexy amount of contact, but he felt her heat in every nerve. Wrapping his arm around her shoulders, he pulled her just a millimeter closer.
A single spotlight illuminated the center of the catwalk. One perfectly shaped leg the color of creamed coffee appeared in the light. She was barefoot, unusual for a stripper. A shapely thigh followed and then a curved hip. That the rest of her was still in shadow had the audience’s rapt attention.
Rain’s hand slid along his thigh and settled just above his knee. Somehow that light touch was erotic and the crotch of his jeans tightened a bit more.
It was as if the entire club had stopped breathing. The spotlight widened to reveal the rest of a perfect body covered only in a leopard print thong and bra. She undulated her rounded hips in one smooth move that continued up to her full tits. Her body cascaded as if it was waves on the sea.
It was a few moments before Jess looked up at her face and then he was a bit ashamed since she was one of the prettiest women he’d ever seen. Her black hair was cropped close to her skull and her high cheekbones and dark eyes were indicative of the mixed-race African Americans who came from New Orleans. She was, in a word, stunning. And the way her body moved had every person in the room, man or woman, completely mesmerized.
Sex with a woman who could move that way would be remarkable. He was more turned on than he’d ever been in a strip club. His own desire to rub his shaft surprised him. Even as he had the thought, he realized it was Rain’s mind creating most of the eroticism. Still connected to her, he knew she was teetering between uncomfortable and stimulated. It was the prickliness of her emotions that made him turn away from the stage. Her eyes were riveted on the dancer. A bead of sweat glistened on her upper lip. She removed her hand from his leg and slid out of her jean jacket. Jess took the jacket and placed it on the bench beside him before sliding his arm back around her shoulders and lightly caressing the soft skin where her shoulder met her neck.
She lifted her hand to his and pulled it around and down so that his fingers grazed the swell of her breast over the cotton shirt she wore. She squirmed and placed her hand high on his thigh.
Between the combination of the music, the dancer and Rain’s obvious stimulation he didn’t know if he could take much more.
The drinks arrived. Rain looked from Sharon back to the stage. She picked up the bourbon and drank it down in one gulp.
He leaned in close to her so he could be heard over the undulating music. “Are you all right?”
Her eyes met his. “I think we’d better go.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I think that dancer has some kind of psi ability and she’s having a very strong effect on me. If you don’t get me out of here soon, I’m going to fuck you right here. I won’t be able to stop myself.”
Now his jeans were really uncomfortable. He expanded his mind toward the stage. Could the stunning beauty dancing up there be a threat? As soon as he removed his focus from Rain, he sensed that whoever the dancer was, she definitely seduced the audience with some kind of psychic gift. Likely she didn’t even know she did it. Some people who had psi talent never knew it. Extremely good intuition or the ability to seduce anyone often had a basis in psychic abilities. In the case of this dancer, she sent out a signal of allure and everyone in the room was turned on, Rain most of all. That probably meant she was ultra-sensitive.
Rain’s breathing became ragged and her hand slid up his thigh, cupping his crotch while she squirmed in the seat.
