Free PlusOne by Cristal Ryder Page B

buddy.
    He couldn’t look away from her and let his gaze rove down to
her bare feet and then back up her body to her face. She was watching him with
a slight smile on her lips. Her dark gaze took hold of his and he was
mesmerized. Rob noticed each inch of her. Her dark, mysterious, almond-shaped
eyes tipped up slightly on the outside corners and sparkled in the strobing
disco lights flashing from the pole stage. She walked toward him and her gaze
fluttered down to his crotch. Ya, he had a boner. He’d had one almost the
minute he walked into the place about thirty minutes ago.
    After Wendy took him on a quick tour, before she did her
second one, they’d walked by the peek-a-boo room where a guy was going down on
a blonde chick. He gave up trying to hold back his arousal.
    His cock had been on high alert and the chick didn’t seem to
care she was being watched getting eaten. Her moans and cries rose and he could
still hear her three flights down after they’d finished the tour of the old
Victorian mansion.
    Now this fucking hot woman was coming his way. He’d be lucky
if he didn’t blow it like a virgin. She approached and gave him a little wink
then walked on past him. Rob’s gaze followed her. He couldn’t have been more
shocked when she wrapped her arms around a short, plain, totally buttoned-down
Asian dude.
    She’s with him? Fuck me.
    A shrill squeal of laughter came from the pole floor and Rob
switched his focus. A tall, very shapely athletic redhead was hanging upside
down on it while another woman in a bikini pulled the black micro-miniskirt
over her ass. Upside-down Ginger had on a black thong that barely covered her
pussy. The other woman slapped Ginger’s ass and then leaned in to swipe her
tongue over the firm butt cheeks.
    “Holy fuck,” Rob murmured against the mouth of the beer
bottle.
    “So, what do you think?” Wendy leaned in to him and
whispered.
    “Fucking amazing.” He glanced down at her, his eyes zeroing
in on her huge boobs cradled in some sheer fabric that pretended to be a bikini
top. He tried not to look like a guy who had never seen tits before.
    She laughed and slipped her arm through his, pressing those
magnificent breasts against his biceps. “I knew you would like it. So. What do
you want to do?”
    How the hell did he know? He’d never been to a sex club
before. This one was a little more exclusive. Upscale. Set in the heart of the
city business district, in an old renovated mansion. It was the last thing one
would expect to see. Wendy and her husband Conn were co-owners and he’d known
them for years. She’d asked him to come a few times and because he was single,
he had to be invited. No single guys allowed. Only couples and single ladies.
    He was their plus one tonight. Not that he expected to have
sex with them, but was simply their tagalong and he was okay with it.
    Rob shrugged and finished the beer. Wendy signaled the cute
bartender, who looked all of twenty, for another one.
    “Drinks are on me tonight, Rob. Tressa will take care of
you.” Wendy handed him the beer and gave him a shove to the stairs. “Put your
stuff in the locker. Wrap that gorgeous ass of yours in a towel, then go forth
and play.”
    She went to the pole in a puff of exotic perfume and waited
her turn as Ginger slipped to the floor. Rob couldn’t look away from Ginger as
she rolled seductively from her belly to her back and rose with fluid grace.
Her deep-red hair sparked in the lights and her black skintight dress was only
slips of fabric gathered with a ring at her bellybutton. The gold hoop held the
pieces together that fanned over her breasts and pussy, barely shielding them
from view. His cock ached at this visual smorgasbord.
    When Ginger rose and walked off the floor, he let his gaze
roam over her. Long legs, tanned and firm, he could imagine wrapped around his
hips. She had on killer high heels that sparkled with gems. Glancing at all the
ladies, he saw they had the same kind of shoes