Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
She seemed a little more comfortable in here, but not by much. He figured the large stage had been a bit too intimidating for this woman, who so clearly lost her fucking way.
“Woman, gotta act like I just paid you a Benjamin for two songs. You better make it worth my hard-earned money.”
She glanced up from fiddling with her buttons. “Okay,” she said softly, tossing her head to get her long, loose hair out of her face.
Fuck. He needed to just stop all this right here and now. He needed for her to pull that long, ugly skirt back on and then he needed to push her back out of the front door and lock it behind her.
That’s what he needed to do.
He was just about to tell her all that when the last button popped free and her blouse gaped open. Then she started to move.
Suddenly she was channeling her inner Demi Moore from the movie Striptease. But not nearly as good.
She walked around him, attempting to strut, and placed a hand on his shoulder, then moved around behind him to push her chest against him.
What the fuck?
Her warm breath and her husky voice was suddenly in his ear. “You mean like this?”
Fuck yeah, like that.
He’d seen a lot of fucking lap dances, and hell, he’d done hundreds of auditions, so he’d received them himself. They were simply a part of the job. On a rare occasion, his body would react. But his reaction to this woman...
Fuck.
Like nothing he ever had before during a simple audition. And she wasn’t even good at it. That was the fucked up part. She completely bombed when it came to doing a lap dance. Just like she had done on the big stage.
When she finished circling him, her blouse was hanging off her shoulders, but she was holding the fabric up to her tits, fucking hiding them.
That wouldn’t do at all.
When he opened his mouth to tell her that, she slipped the blouse lower, and the black lace of her bra became visible.
His head jerked back.
When she dropped the blouse to her feet, and he saw her panties, he just about shot out of the chair.
Those were just as lacy. He was right; this was no lingerie set from a discount bargain barn that grandma shopped at.
Fuck no.
He not only lost all the oxygen in his lungs, but the remaining blood in his brain was now pooled in his dick.
The woman was hiding a hot little body on her under those ugly-ass clothes.
Fuck. And those tits...
“Wasn’t expectin’ that,” he murmured before he could stop himself.
She gave him a small smile. “I might be a kindergarten teacher, but I’m not dead.”
Fuck. His dick wasn’t dead, either. Nope, it was fucking telling him just how alive he was.
When she reached back to unhook her bra, he jumped up from his chair and barked, “No!”
She jerked back at his shout and dropped her hands.
“No, that’s enough. Fuck!” He raked his hand through his hair and dropped his gaze to his boots as he tried to slow his racing heart.
There was nothing he wanted more than to sit back on that chair, pull her into his lap and have her ride him until his nuts were completely empty.
But he couldn’t do that.
She needed to get the fuck out of his club.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“Yeah, you came to the wrong place.” He shook his head, trying to clear his lecherous thoughts. She’d probably run screaming if she knew just how much he was struggling to keep his hands off her. “You gotta go. Get your shit an’ get the fuck out.”
Her sweet, little mouth gaped open. “Why? What did I do?”
Scrambled my brain and made my dick harder than steel. “Nothin’. You didn’t do nothin’. You gotta go.”
“Mr. Dawson.”
“Dawg!” he corrected her, louder than necessary.
“Mr. Dawg...”
“Just Dawg! Fuckin’ goddamn it.”
“Dawg. I really need this. Please.”
He shook his head, avoiding her pleading eyes. “No. No. Fuck no.”
“I promise to get better. I’ll work on my moves. I’ll—”
He shook his head even harder. “No.”
“Please!”
She dropped to her knees at his feet and grabbed his thighs, scaring the shit out of him. He jumped back. What the fuck was she doing?
She turned her face up, her light blue eyes brimming with tears, her ivory skin now sheet white. “Please,” she begged again. “Please. I’ll do whatever you want. I just... I—”
He grabbed her elbows and hauled her to her feet. “What the fuck you doin’? You offerin’ me sex for this job?”
Her eyes widened. “No! No! I didn’t mean to—” A tear rolled unchecked down her cheek. “I’m sorry. I—”
He grabbed her upper arms and gave her a little shake. “You gotta be straight with me. What the fuck’s goin’ on?”
“N-nothing.”
He released her and stepped back. “Get the fuck outta my club.”