Free Strip Tease by Karen Erickson Page A

normal movement for at least a few minutes.
    “I don’t know if we can leave yet.” Janelle
nibbled on her lower lip and she looked away.
    Apprehension filled him and he shook his
head as she slid away from him. “We’re leaving now, before you
change your mind.”
    She turned to look at him, shock etched all
over her face as she yanked her dress back into place. Her lips
parted as if she was about to say something but they were
interrupted.
    “Ladies and gentlemen, our premier dancers
are now wandering the floor, ready to bring you even more
pleasure.” A seductive, teasing voice floated out of hidden
speakers, and the lights came back up, the misty red glow casting
the room in erotic shadows.
    “Another show will begin in thirty minutes.
Please enjoy.”
    Scantily clad women strutted throughout the
crowded room, elaborate masks hiding their faces, though Nate could
tell every single one of them was beautiful. Their bodies were
utter perfection. Lush breasts, taut stomachs, sleek curves.
    Though not a one of them aroused him like
Janelle.
    “Want a lap dance?” Janelle’s eyes twinkled
from behind the mask, her lips curved in a teasing smile.
    Nate was glad to see her getting back into
the groove, though he wasn’t sure he was up for her suggestion.
    Correction. He knew he wasn’t.
    “Hell, no. You know what I want. Let’s get
out of here.” He didn’t want to play any more games, didn’t want
another woman near him. Not when he had the chance to be alone with this woman.
    One of the dancers stopped in front of their
table, her hands resting on slim hips. “Good evening.”
    “Hello.” Janelle leaned forward eagerly, her
hand immediately going to the inside of his thigh again. She
clutched him tight. “Are you a dancer?”
    “I’m whatever you wish me to be.” The woman
smiled, her crimson lips full and shiny.
    “Janelle.” He said her name in warning. He
had no idea what she was thinking, what she was planning, but
figured he wouldn’t like it. The gleam in her eyes was too
mischievous.
    “Let me do this. You’ll like it, trust me.”
She tilted her head toward the woman with a serene smile on her
beautiful face. “We’d like to engage in your services.”
    “Would you care for the lap dance, or
would he?”
    That idea made him sit up straight. No way
did he want to watch some voluptuous dancer twist and turn around
the woman he wanted so desperately, his entire body ached for
her.
    Did he?
    No . Of course not.
    “He wants it.” Janelle turned to him,
licking her upper lip. “Right?”
    “Not really,” he muttered.
    “One hundred for ten minutes,” the woman
said. “That is, if he’s agreeable. I don’t dance for someone who
doesn’t want me to.”
    “Holy shit.” No wonder these girls danced
for a living. The money they made was just short of ridiculous.
    “Give her the money, sweetheart.” Janelle’s
smile was angel sweet, though her eyes flashed with vixen heat.
    This woman was trouble. And the problem was,
he liked it.
    Reaching into his pocket, he withdrew a
folded one hundred dollar bill and handed it to the dancer, who
tucked it into the bodice of her pale pink corset. A giant man
suddenly appeared, yanking the table away from where it sat in
front of them, as if it weighed nothing with quick, efficient
movements. The woman sidled closer to Nate.
    His legs spread automatically at her
closeness and the woman stepped in between them, her musky perfumed
fragrance tickling his nostrils. She looked good, she smelled good,
and there was enough gleaming flesh exposed to tempt a saint.
    Yet he wasn’t tempted in the least.
    A low murmur of music suddenly sounded from
the walls of the booth, startling both Janelle and Nate. The pure
efficiency of the place was enough to impress him. He’d never seen
such a classy yet erotic establishment.
    The dancer never missed a beat, merely moved
closer to him at the first heavy note of the music, her breasts
swaying directly in his line