Free Kinky Girls Do ~ Bundle Two by Michelle Houston Page B

she
slid a bill into the thin strap of the g-string that curved around
her hip. The woman's nostrils flared as she inhaled deeply, before
she moved back.
    Angela moved around the edge of the stage as
the music was drawing to an end, the last minute winding down. As
subtly as she could, she moved the money from her thong to her
garter, as more money was added. The audience was slowly losing her
focus, no longer holding her attention as much as Darren did. His
gaze was steady on her, mesmerizing.
    His arms were no longer folded across his
chest. Instead, he held his hands fisted at his sides. Angela knew
if it was quiet in the room that she would be able to hear his
growling, the deep sound welling from the dominant side of his
nature. He was finished allowing other men to ogle her. Why he
insisted on watching her last set of the night, when he knew it
would get his desire all worked up, she didn't know. And frankly,
given the pounding he would give her later, Angela didn't care.
    As the last bars of the song crashed over
her, she moved to the center of the stage and dropped to her knees.
Arching back to her shoulders, she grabbed the edge of her g-string
and pulled it hard, snapping the thin fabric. For a brief moment,
she bared every inch of her body to her audience, as the last beat
of the song echoed against the walls of the bar. The lights above
the stage went dark.
    Dropping to lie flat, Angela took a few deep
breaths, and then rolled over and stood. Her legs a little shaky
after the fifteen minutes of non-stop mental foreplay, she quickly
grabbed her outfit and stool, and stepped off the back of the
stage, into the back room, and moved aside as the next dancer's
name was called.
    Lily paused at the edge of the curtain.
Swatting her ass, Angela told her to knock 'em dead. The first song
of the next girl’s set started, and she stepped onto the stage.
    Angela watched Bethany for a moment, smiling
as she stared hypnotized at Lily's antics on stage. Gently, Angela
clasped her shoulder in her hand and whispered in her ear, "Just
remember, it's all about you."
    She nodded shakily and Angela turned away to
grab her robe off the back of a nearby chair and hurried to the
dressing room. Several of the women were back there, chattering as
they took their break, but they all knew she wasn't interested in
pausing to wind down.
    With sly smiles, lots of winks and comments
while she hurriedly dressed, they bid her goodnight.
    Grabbing her purse from her locker, she
rushed out of the back room. Pushing through side door, Angela
exited the building into the parking lot. There Darren was, waiting
for her. His dark-eyed gaze trailed over her as she moved towards
him, his hot eyes fairly burning through her clothes. He turned the
key and started the engine on his bike as she moved to stand beside
him. She climbed on behind him and wrapped her arms around his
waist, holding tight to his muscular body.
    Her breasts crushed against his back as he
guided the machine out of the parking lot and into the busy
traffic. The vibration of the motorcycle was working its way
through her system. Angela loved it when the night was clear and he
could pick her up this way, rather than in his car. She knew she
would be dripping wet by the time he peeled her jeans down her
legs.
    Wind rushed past them, whipping through her
blonde hair, as he effortlessly guided them down the street and
around corners. Time no longer had meaning, what seemed only a
heartbeat later, they pulled into the parking lot of his apartment
complex.
    After pulling into his slot, he slid down
the kickstand and killed the engine. Angela sat behind him, her
breath coming in little gasps from the exhilaration of the ride. It
was the best way to wind down from a night at work.
    "Come here," Darren rasped the first words
he had spoken all evening. Lifting her foot, she wrapped it around
him, and with his help, slid around in his lap, so that she was
facing him. All around them, apartments