Page 5 of His Secret Santa

The flushed, excited look on Jamie’s glistening face made Holden wonder if his friend was just as hard. His reaction to the wild show convinced Holden he was. What that meant, he had no idea. And there wasn’t enough blood left in his brain to think about it.

“Hey, there.” A hand touched Holden’s shoulder and he jumped. A young, lean stripper stood next to him wearing skin-tight, red leather pants that laced up the back of his legs, elbow-length silver gloves, a matching silver bowtie, and a red leather mask that concealed his head from the nose up. On his chest was a tattoo that Holden couldn’t make out amidst the flashing lights and hazy atmosphere.

The stripper sucked on a candy cane as he gently squeezed Holden’s shoulder then dipped his head down close to his ear to be heard. “Looking for a secret Santa to make all your wishes come true?” he cooed sensually. “I overheard you at the bar, I know it’s your birthday.” He ran a slow hand along Holden’s thigh. “I’ll give the birthday boy a private show, for free.”

Holden swallowed hard when the stripper grazed his fingertips against the bulge in his crotch, causing his member to swell thicker. He glanced anxiously at Jamie who had pulled his eyes from the stage and was now focused on Holden and the stripper. He didn’t need to hear the dancer’s words to get the gist of what he was offering.

Jamie grinned and leaned across the small table. “Go for it, man. It’s your birthday—live it up!”

“We’re supposed to leave after the show,” Holden reminded. “And Cole said we couldn’t… participate.”

“In the stage show.” Jamie said.

“I think Cole meant everything.” Holden had difficulty maintaining rational thought while the stripper hovered beside him and massaged his inner thigh, coming dangerously close to rubbing his aching crotch.

Jamie craned his head, looking toward the bar. “He isn’t paying attention to us. He isn’t even looking this way.”

The stripper nuzzled his ear, sending shock waves through his body. “No one will see us.” His breath was hot and smelled like the candy cane he’d been sucking. He took hold of Holden’s hand and drew him to his feet. Holden was helpless to comply. “Come with me to… Santa’s workshop.” He squinted and it was impossible to tell the color of his eyes beneath the strobing rainbow lights. “I’ll show you some Christmas magic.”

Swallowing again, Holden stared at him. The dancer stood a few inches taller than him, his body a sculpture of lean muscles that shimmered with glitter oil. The stripper smiled and led him away through the clamoring crowd, taking a route that kept them hidden from view of the bar.

Before disappearing into the sea of bodies, Holden glanced back to see Jamie grinning and giving him a thumbs up.

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“Take a seat.” The stripper smiled and motioned to a soft, cushioned chair inside the private booth. He closed the thick curtain.

Holden sank slowly into the chair. The booth was decorated with garland and tinsel. Above the chair, hung a sprig of mistletoe. He looked at the stripper as the young man turned on some music then faced Holden. Something was different about him here in private. He almost seemed… nervous? How could that be? He’d oozed sexual confidence out there on the open floor.

“Nervous?” he asked Holden, maintaining a sensual tone.

“Uh… yeah.” Holden licked his lips. “I-I’ve never…”

“Had a lap dance?”

“Yeah.” His breath quaked. “This is my first time in a strip club.”

The dancer smiled. Not so much the scripted seductive smile from before, but more genuine. “I’ll be honest… this is my first night as a stripper. So, I guess I’m a little nervous, too.”

His confession helped Holden relax a little. He wasn’t a pro. Such status had intimidated Holden.

“I guess, when we’re finished here, you can tell me if I should keep my day job.” Another genuine smile. Something in his quiet, soft voice tickled Holden’s senses and heightened his comfort level.

Then a sliver of guilt needled its way in.

The guy had been honest with him. Holden needed to be honest, as well.

“Um… before you start.” His throat worked nervously. “I-I have to tell you something. I’m only… sixteen.”

The stripper moved closer and leaned forward, resting his palms on Holden’s knees. “I won’t tell anyone, if you won’t,” he whispered, drawing sensuality back into his voice.

Holden was startled by the relief that rushed through him when the stripper didn’t walk away. He wanted this—he really wanted it. He didn’t realize it until just now. He’d never thought he was living a repressed life—even though Jamie thought so—but right here, right now… it struck him that Jamie was right. He didn’t just want this—he needed it. Nowhere within the confines of his life was he free to explore his sexuality, not without making someone uncomfortable. But here… in this place… the chains fell away and he was free to indulge without judgment or condemnation.

Though the nervousness of this first experience remained, Holden felt something inside him let go as the stripper began to rock and sway to the music. His initial rhythm was a little offbeat, his movements uncertain, but soon, his body grabbed the tempo and his rhythm smoothed out—and he blew Holden away.

The incredibly tight pants came off with surprising grace, revealing a red shimmery G-string underneath… and firm, perfect ass cheeks which the stripper backed up to Holden, practically gyrating in his face.

His pulse climbing dangerously, Holden panted and feared he might explode in his pants before this was over.

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