Free Playing His Game (The Reynolds Brothers) by Justine Elvira

muscular twenty-somethings that I
got lucky enough to get assigned to tonight.
    I hit the stripper
jackpot.
    The room we're in
is darker, lit by red shaded lights that shine across the black brick accent
wall. There's a red sofa that stretches against the black wall and a folding
chair in the center of the room.
    Shuffling the boys
onto the sofa, I walk over to the chair, dragging my fingers across the top of
it while I look at the men seductively. "Alright, boys. Which one of you
is the groom?"
    Hesitantly, one of
the men in the center stands up. His golden blond hair is a little long and
parted on the side. His white sneakers, denim jeans and polo shirt finish off
his preppy look. In fact, all of the men have preppy, rich, and entitled
written all over them. This is normally not my type, but their muscular builds
and perfect smiles will do for the night.
    It may be against
policy but I need to get laid by one of the friends of the groom.
    The groom sits in
the chair in front of me before smiling up at me, showing me his adorable
dimples. I walk over to him and push his knees together before turning around
and sitting down on his lap. My back is to his front as I turn to address the
five other men.
    "Here is how
tonight will work, boys. We're short staffed so you won't have a server in here
with us. The alcohol is over in the corner. You'll have to serve yourselves.
Hank," I point over to where the red curtains meet. Hank stands tall in
front of it and gives the boys a quick nod of his head. "Hank will be
watching at all times. If anyone gets out of hand you will all be escorted out.
Got it?"
    "What's
considered out of hand?" the dark haired one wearing an MSU t-shirt asks.
    "I'm glad you
asked, frat boy. The groom can touch," I reply, dramatically rubbing my
ass over the groom's groin. I lift his hand that's hanging down by his side and
pull it up to cup my breast over the schoolgirl costume I'm wearing.
    "If at any
time I say no, then the touching stops. The stripping is for all of you to
enjoy and I will also be giving lap dances, but you must ask before you can
touch. I like men who are polite so if you're polite to me, I'll be generous
back." I wink.
    "Anything
else we'll just have to see as we go. As you can see there aren't many rules
because I get to choose what goes on here, but break any of the rules and
you're out. Got it?"
    "Yes,
ma'am," the groom whispers behind me as he slowly continues to fondle my
breast.
    I stand up and
turn around before straddling his hips and sitting back down. "Ma'am? I
like you already," I say, leaning in and kissing him chastely on the lips
before standing back up.
    "Alright,
boys, let's start this party." Hank walks over to the stereo system where
my smartphone is hooked up and presses play on my playlist, while I move in to
start dancing for the groom.
    An hour later I'm
slipping my clothes back on as the men linger around in the back room. The
party was fun and I let some of the boys get a little friskier than I ever
thought I'd allow. They were just so sweet and complete gentlemen compared to
the men usually in the private rooms. Especially the soon-to-be groom. Too bad
he's getting married soon because otherwise I'd be asking him to take me home.
When I was grinding my almost bare core against him, I got a nice preview of
what he's packing beneath his jeans and I know I wouldn't be disappointed.
    "When do you
get off?" Chris, the best man, asks me.
    "I'm done for
the night," I reply nonchalantly.
    "Come out
with us. We're heading over to that old club a few blocks over and you should
come."
    Chris is cute but
definitely not my taste for the night. I know I'd have fun with these guys if I
went out, but I'd be breaking protocol and club rules. I'd hate to lose my job
over it.
    A hard body slams
into me from behind before I feel his palm slide over my stomach. "Come
out with us, please? It's my party and I want you there," Marcus, the
soon-to-be groom, whispers drunkenly in my ear.
    I