Free Shooting On the Strip by Selena Cooper

Chapter One
     
     
    Luke and I were on the jet headed for Las Vegas. I’d never been, so I was propped up on one of the divans in the back researching the place for an article I was hoping to write. As a freelance journalist, I hoped there was something new I’d be able to discover, even though so much had already been written about “the city of lights” or “Sin City.” If I couldn’t learn anything new about the place, I was sure to find some interesting people to write about.
    While I was lounging with my laptop in the back of the plane, Luke was on his laptop in the front of the plane. He was chatting with a colleague—the one we were going to see—and the guy was sharing his screen with Luke. I imagine he wanted Luke to be thinking about a solution to whatever problem we were going out to investigate. Luke hadn’t said much about it yet. I knew he would, but the trip came up so suddenly that he hadn’t had time.
    As I scrolled through links provided by my search engine, I was notified that Luke was calling my computer.
    I answered the video call, and my husband’s handsome face popped up on my screen.
    “Hello, gorgeous,” he said, with a wicked grin.
    “Hiya, handsome. What are you up to?”
    “No good, I assure you.” He leaned back and looked at me. “You have on a lot of clothes.”
    “Do I?”
    He nodded. “You should take that blouse off and get comfortable.”
    Smiling, I began slowly unbuttoning my red silk blouse. “Are you sure?” Once I’d undone three buttons, I pushed the shirt aside, revealing my lacy black bra. I ran my fingertip inside the cup. “I might get a little chilly.”
    “Aw, take a chance.”
    I finished unbuttoning the blouse and let it fall off my shoulders.
    Luke drew in a breath. “Beautiful, baby. Beautiful.”
    I giggled and unsnapped the front closure of the bra. I leisurely pushed the cups aside. We were newlyweds and hadn’t had computer sex before, but I was pretty certain of what he wanted. “See? My nipples are already hard.” I rolled my nipples between my index fingers and thumbs.
    “I’m already hard too.”
    “Then get back here,” I said.
    “Not yet. Show me more.”
    I sat the laptop down and stood, adjusting the camera angle before letting the blouse drop onto the floor. I took my bra off and tossed it toward the laptop. I undid my jeans and slid them down over my hips. My little window in the corner showed me what Luke was seeing while my main window let me appreciate how much he was enjoying my performance.
    I was wearing the panties that matched the bra, but I didn’t take them off right away. I wanted to do it in the most tantalizing way. After all, we were going to a place where there were so many professional strippers, they probably had their own union.
    Maybe I shouldn’t take the panties off yet. I mean, it was called strip tease for a reason.
    I cupped my breasts and pushed them together as I stepped forward and leaned in closer to the camera. I fondled my nipples and stroked my breasts seductively. “I want you. I’m getting wet.”
    “Take those panties off and show me.”
    I turned and took a couple of steps forward. I slipped one hand into the back of my panties and looked over my shoulder.
    “Oh, yeah. Show me that sweet ass.”
    I wiggled out of the wisp of black lace in a way I hoped was provocative. I stepped out of them and stood on the balls of my feet to run my palms down my thighs as I bent forward.
    “Mmm…that’s it,” said Luke. “Now turn around. I want to see your pussy.”
    I sat on the edge of the divan opposite the one where I’d put the laptop. I adjusted my position so that Luke could get a good view of anything and everything I wanted him to see.
    At first, I sat sideways where Luke could only see my leg.
    “So you won’t show me?” he asked.
    “You haven’t shown me anything,” I said. “You haven’t even taken your shirt off.”
    “The pilot’s cabin is open.”
    I caressed my leg.