The woman nods quickly, but her expression turns doubtful when she notices Professor sitting still as stone. My smile turns inward as I sense trouble on the horizon for this budding couple. I have no idea how long they’ve been together, but not knowing what each other wants is a sure sign of bad things to come. I know what he wants. I know exactly the kinds of dirty, nasty things get him off. Can she say the same?
“Since we’re not on the same page, let’s see if we can’t get us there.” I look at the woman, meeting her plain brown eyes. “For a basic dance, I’ll start on the stage and work my way down to you two, clothes on at all times. If you’re looking for more, clothes come off. Another step higher? I’ll touch and fondle, get your man off, above or below the pants, and if I’m in the mood, I might let you touch me in return.
“Either or both of you can be involved. Some women like to watch me with their man.” I look to Professor Scott. “Some men like to watch me with their woman. It’s up to you two how you want to work it.”
The heat I'd seen in Red's eyes when I first stepped into the room has been banked, and she now looks completely unsure of everything. I can almost read her mind. She’s rethinking this whole night, wondering if she shouldn’t have played it different. The idea of another woman grinding naked on her man isn’t very appealing anymore.
I scoot back and pull myself up to stand on the stage. “I’ll give you two a moment to think it over. Just don’t take too long,” I say as I grasp the pole and make a slow turn around it. “The clock is ticking.”
I watch out of the corner of my eye as their heads meet and Red begins what appears to be a valiant effort to persuade Professor Scott to abandon this whole thing, but the way his gaze continuously slides up to look at me tells me he plans to stick around for the show.
Moments later, seeing Red throw herself back into the seat and cross her arms over her heaving chest, I have my answer. With a self-satisfied smile, I crouch down in front of them. “Are we decided?”
Professor Scott doesn’t spare Red another glance. “I want the full experience.”
Not we, but I. A small sense of victory grabs me, and I feel like purring. There is nothing sexier than a man who knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to take it. It’s why I’ve grown so fond of him. “You won’t be disappointed.”
I do as I outlined for them moments ago and work the pole, spinning, climbing, caressing until I’m certain that I have their full attention. The professor’s dark eyes are dilated so much that they appear pure black, the pupil completely absorbed by the iris. As I ease off the stage and kneel in front of him, I see the large bulge running alongside his inner left thigh jump.
I’m trying to focus all of my attention on him and not on the irritated redhead watching us. It must be difficult to give up control to another woman, knowing that your boyfriend is getting off on her. But that’s not my problem. Right now, he belongs to me.
Has always belonged to me.
The thought disturbs me, and I bury it before I can give it too much consideration. Blocking out any lingering nerves I have of finally being able to explore my fantasies of this man, I place my hands on his knees and skim them up his thighs, feeling the powerful muscles beneath twitch. Purposefully, I allow my fingertips to graze over that steel rod, and his sharp intake of breath fuels me.
When my breasts crush against his legs, I rub against him before crawling up the rest of his body, inhaling the rich combination of expensive cologne and brandy that clings to his tanned skin. Red grudgingly shifts over to make more space and avoid getting pierced by my heels, as I climb onto Professor Scott’s lap to straddle him. Unable to resist, I run my fingers through his slicked back hair, then link them behind his neck. Throwing my head back, I rotate my hips to the beat of the music, my core brushing over his steel rod with each pass.
His low rumble of approval makes me wish we were somewhere else. Someplace where we could be alone and he was free to touch me, be inside of me. I’ve never found lap dances particularly appealing, but tonight, it’s different. Tonight, it’s the worst kind of tease. I’ve barely gotten started and my panties are soaked.
Lifting my head, I lock eyes with Professor Scott and lean forward, pressing my breasts against his face. I feel the wet drag of his tongue through my cleavage, igniting a maelstrom of desire inside me. Even though it’s against the rules, I won’t reprimand him. Instead, I reward him.
Sitting back, I continue to move seductively against him, maintaining eye contact as I run my hands over my breasts, squeezing them together, and then traveling higher to lift my hair off my neck. With deft fingers, I pull the bow to my top and let it fall, bearing my breasts to his hungry eyes. He’s never allowed me to have this much control when we’re together, and I intend to make the most of it.