Free The Male Stripper by Opal Carew Page A

under his briefs and eased them down, first one hip, then the other. The fabric clung to his shaft, keeping it hidden from view, but Becca knew that every woman in the room stared at it, breath held in anticipation.
    He slid one finger toward his shaft. As he pulled the fabric forward, Becca wished she were alone in the room with him, that it was her instead of Celia sitting right in front of him with a world-class view.
    Then he tugged the fabric down, revealing his huge, thick shaft, bulging veins lining the side of his magnificent cock. Oh, God, if she were Celia right now, she’d have trouble not reaching forward and stroking it, then devouring it. She could imagine the solid flesh stretching her mouth as she wrapped her lips around it.
    Sylvia nudged Becca’s shoulder and she tore her gaze away.
    "My God, woman. He is sinfully hot." Sylvia’s heated gaze was locked on his big member. "Wherever you found him, make sure you keep the address. No wonder he’s your fantasy."
    Becca just nodded.
    Sylvia nudged her again. "So, when you interviewed him, did you get to see the goods?"
    Now it was Becca’s turn to blush. "Um… no."
    It had been a very business-like interview, where she’d asked about his experience and references. She was an event planner, after all, and although she had arranged this party as Celia’s friend, this kind of thing was a business for her. Not that she’d ever hired a stripper before. Usually, she set up charity events or anniversary parties. That kind of thing.
    "Too bad." Kalie grinned.
    As he undulated his hot body in front of Celia, then turned around and swayed his fine, hard ass in front of her, Becca felt her insides melt with need.
    Sylvia nudged her again. "You know, there’s no reason you couldn’t live out your fantasy. The fantasies the rest of us have aren’t likely to happen, but yours is right there in front of you. Go for it."
     
    * * *
     
    Becca still thought about Sylvia’s words as she carried a tray of glasses into the kitchen and set it on the counter. Cal was in her spare room getting dressed. Soon he would be on his way.
    "I’m ready to go."
    Becca turned to see Cal standing in the kitchen doorway—all six feet two muscular inches of him—and her heart thundered.
    "I hope you and your friends enjoyed the show." He smiled and stepped into the room.
    "Oh, yes. Celia, the bride-to-be, especially seemed to enjoy it."
    "And you?"
    Her gaze flew to his face and his sexy brown eyes which twinkled at her. Had he noticed her ogling him? Of course, every woman in the room had been ogling him. She was quite sure every woman in every room he performed in ogled him. Still, she stammered when she said, "Me?"
    He stepped closer and she felt tremors quiver through her as her hormone kicked up a notch.
    "I hope you were satisfied with my performance."
    Of course, he would be hoping she would use him for future events, and that she would recommend him to other event planners. This was his business.
    And she still needed to pay him.
    "Yes, you were great. Please feel free to use me as a reference." She grabbed her purse from the table, took out her check book, and wrote him a check. "Thanks again."
    "Thank you." He smiled and tucked the check into his pants pocket. They were so tight she wondered how he could even fit his hand into that pocket.
    He walked into the dining room and she followed, watching his tight butt as he moved.
    "Do you need a hand cleaning up?" he asked.
    "Um… I wouldn’t want to keep you."
    Was he hoping she would invite him to stay for more than clean up detail?
    Yeah, she wished!
    But if she did take him up on his offer, maybe it would lead to her fantasy coming true.
    "No problem," he said. "I have a half hour before I need to be anywhere, but I can get a lot done in that time."
    A half hour? Damn. That wasn’t nearly enough time for what she hoped would happen. He’d probably just meant cleaning up, but if he’d meant more, she wasn’t interested in