Page 34 of Bad Boy Next Door
She grabbed the last box of bottles.
“Let me,” I said.
“Okay. Sure.”
I took them from her. Rehearsing possible confession lines, I carried the last box of bottles to the storeroom. When I got back to the club floor, her hands were on the bar and she was bent over, stretching her back. Wearing her high heels, she bent one leg, then the other, her hips alternately thrusting and rounding out her taut ass cheeks. I sucked in a breath so hard it was audible.
She looked under one arm and smiled. “You like that?”
“Like what?” I crossed my arms over my chest. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I backed up—directly into one of the tables, knocking off the chairs set on top for the night.
The chairs clattered to the floor. “Shit.” I felt like a twelve-year-old kid, seeing a girl—as a girl—for the very first time.
She laughed as I scrambled to pick up chairs. “Need some help with those?”
“No.” I shook my head. “I’ve got it. Such a klutz.”
“Don’t feel bad.” Her voice was playful. “You were overwhelmed by my astonishing sexiness.” She shimmied down to a crouch, stuck out her ass and, bent at the waist, pressed her legs straight.
My dick straightened, too.
Stretching one arm high in the air, she stuck out her hip, doing a fucking great imitation of the poses so often struck by the dancers. “Melodie says the dancers make a ton of money.”
“The good ones do.” I shoved one of the chairs back onto the table.
“I’m going to talk to Stan about dancing.”
“What?” I almost knocked the chairs off again.
“I could use the money.”
“No way.” The idea of her up on that stage with all those men watching her. It was bad enough having them gawk at her in that skimpy waitress outfit. The idea of Jade… naked in front of everyone… I felt ill.
“Why not?” Swinging her arm to the side, she pranced around on her heels, butt back and tits out, looking as good as the experienced dancers. “I used to do gymnastics back when I was a kid. I’ve got a few moves.”
“Gymnastics isn’t exotic dancing.”
“No shit.” She stopped and put one hand on her hip. “But I was hoping you’d put in a good word for me. With Stan.” She stepped closer, pressing those juicy tits toward me.
My cock thumped against my jeans, begging me to do something, to do whatever it took to get inside this woman—now! But I wasn’t going to cave to my cock’s dirty demands. Not until she knew the truth.
Jade looked up to the stage, then turned to me with a devilish look in her eyes. She pulled down one of the chairs and patted its back. “Sit,” she said. “Be my test audience. Please? I’ve been dying to try this.”
Without waiting for an answer, she shot over to the sound booth, and within a minute she’d not only figured out how to start up the music, she’d turned on the spotlight over the center pole.
My erection silenced my brain—certainly trampled my conscience—and I sat down in the chair, tugging at the crotch of my jeans, hoping in vain to give my raging hard-on more room. Instead, the friction made matters worse.
Jade went backstage as my brain tried to regain control of my body. Then she reappeared from the darkness, moving her hips and ass in time to the pulsating music. I almost came in my jeans.
Stopping near the pole, she bent slightly and kicked back her ass, then stroked her hands up her thighs and over her torso. Cupping her tits, she tipped back her head, shaking out her dark hair, and it glistened under the lights.
Even though she was a good fifteen feet away, I felt like her hair was teasing my cock. Then I was consumed with the idea of how that would actually feel—her silky waves stroking my dick.
She grabbed the pole with one hand and pranced around it, smiling, then she turned her back to me and bent over. Our eyes made contact as she looked through her legs, and I felt exposed, like I’d been caught masturbating by one of the nuns down the road at St. Ignatius.
I stood, my dick painfully hard as I walked over to the panel. I turned on the main stage lights. Jade shielded her eyes against the glare as I made my way back to my chair in what I hoped was a shadow. She wouldn’t be able to see me with the lights in her eyes.
“How am I doing?” she asked, squinting.
