"Yes, I do.What did you have in mind?"
"Something that will… how did you put it, get my juices flowing?"He grins with a wickedly handsome look in his eye, and his resemblance to Christian Bale is striking.
"Def!"I grin back, matching his look."I think that can be arranged."
"I'm going to be your greatest fan then."
"That spot is already taken, I'm afraid."I take another sip of Crown and turn toward the others dancing.But I don't see them.Instead, I flash to the memory of my first customer.
He is sitting on a low chair in a private VIP room.His hands are loosely bound behind him and attached to the chair.He flatly refused the handcuffs and the leather restraints but agreed to let me use his necktie.
'Clay, what's Rule #1?'I ask him.
'Rule #1: No touching,' he tells me.
'That's right.'
The music starts, and I give him an exotic lap dance.His moans go from soft inaudible sounds to miserable noises.
When he tests the knots, I remind him.'Clay, what's Rule #1?'
He swears, hating Rule #1.
'Shall I stop?'
'No!Seary!Please don't stop.'
The more I dance, the more his moans turn into a mantra of 'Please don't stop.'
I felt so sorry for him.I decided to help him out.I hit the panic button, and in walks Lei to rescue me.I danced over and asked if she would help with his happy ending.
Her grin was priceless.She strutted up to him and said, 'Clay, I don't have ANY rules.'
His eyes lit up.
I began dancing again, teasing him, and she started sucking and fucking him.Before long, she had him moaning to the rhythm of my dance, again and again, until he climaxed, screaming my name.'SEARY!'
And my Fucking Fantasy business was born.
Darren speaks and breaks my train of thought."There can be more than one, you know."
I laugh at that."Yes.There most certainly can be."I hold my glass up to him, and we clink them."Spoken like a true swinger."
"I hope you choose to fuck me tonight, Siri.I would love to be on the receiving end of your private, juicy, exotic dance."
I smile at him, but I don't say anything, so he continues.
"I understand the night is still young, and there are other choices, but keep me in mind.I love to dance too.We have that in common."He nods for me to look over my shoulder."Mac is next."
Mac saunters up."Siri, do you two-step?"
"I do."I turn to set my glass down, but Darren takes it from me.
He tips his head at Mac and says softly."My competition."
I chuckle with that.
Joe Nichols, "Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off," starts to play, and I turn back to find Mac grinning at us.
