He needed to keep the status quo until he could figure out what was really happening here. Fucking hell, he knew damn well he wasn’t going to leave anything as it was. He’d fallen for the stripper all those weeks ago silently watching her, and now after a few dates and one time deep inside her, he was willing to chuck it all. Toss all his beliefs and notions into the garbage can.
Carson grabbed a seat at the back bar. There was no way he could be up front tonight with Sienna in that outfit. He didn’t know what it was called, but his cock was like a rock just from the little glint of her green panties through the black lace.
Knowing she was totally bald down there as he watched her gyrate and climb the pole, and wanting to inhale her all the while, would surely have him close to coming in his pants. Something he hadn’t done since he was fifteen, and he wasn’t about to start now. Plus, he wanted to make sure he was able to duck out and take any calls that might come through regarding what he now considered his own personal case.
The bartender had just fixed him a scotch when Sienna hit the stage. She and Sydney moved in perfect unison on the two poles at the front, as though they had rehearsed it a million times.
The luscious women onstage made the hard-core rap mash-up with an eighties dance number an afterthought. Of course, the music was fucking perfect, providing just the right amount of sensuality and dance beat as they worked the crowd into a sensual haze.
Carson sipped his scotch, but kept his eyes on the prize. Sienna inched the zipper a tad lower on her suit, swinging her gorgeous, fuckable body from side to side. He wanted to tear the whole damn zipper with his mouth and run his tongue all over her, every inch of shiny and smooth skin, marking her as his.
Sienna’s hair moved with her, and all he could think about was her underneath him, all lush and on the verge of orgasm. He was pretty sure the rest of the men, and probably some of the women, in the room were thinking the same thoughts, but he’d already had her once and he didn’t plan on sharing.
He wanted her again and again until he couldn’t move. He could die doing her. It would be a good way to go, wrapped in sheer perfection.
What the hell is going on with this woman? All I can think about is being inside in her, body and mind.
He had to get himself in check. There was a lot he didn’t know, and he couldn’t allow the lure of Sienna’s curves to distract him.
Yeah, right.
About twenty seconds into the performance, Carson totally forgot Sydney was on the stage. He was so deep into Sienna’s moves and his own personal fantasies, he didn’t feel his phone vibrating in his pocket. The music was hitting a crescendo and Sienna was back up the pole, giving the entire audience the most amazing view of her cleavage as she leaned to the side of the pole and wrapped herself farther down its the length. Her cleavage was only for him, he told himself.
Her legs were twisted around the metal pole, and he could only think about how they were wrapped tight around him the night before, and how they would be again in a few hours if he had anything to do with it.
As the number came to an end, Carson couldn’t think of anything else other than the pole being his cock rubbing up and down Sienna’s body.
The dance ended and Sienna blew her usual kisses at the crowd. Then at the very end, she looked directly at Carson and winked while blowing one kiss his way. That was his cue. He was up and out of his seat, heading to her dressing room. God help anyone who tried to stop him. They better know the score by now, and let him make his way back to his woman.
Christ, his dick ached. He felt even worse for the dumb idiots who had to go home sporting that wood. He got the prize at the end of the night.
He felt on top of the world moving toward the other end of the club when his phone started to vibrate again. He pulled it out and realized he’d missed a call while Sienna was dancing. Good thing his old partner, Ray, called him back.
Sadly, he had to pick up, but he figured Sienna would need a few minutes to cool down and change her clothes. He nodded at Petey, motioning to his phone while he ducked out the back door.
“Hey, Ray, what you got, man?” He leaned up against the building, propping one bent leg behind him to provide him some leverage. For what, he didn’t know.
“Well, the Sam Charles guy is simple. Amateur porn maker from Jersey, been making the rounds around the country stalking a few of the big adult clubs and recruiting dancers to make it big in his films. For the most part, all of the club owners have thrown him out on his ass. Now, he’s decided to set his sights on Sienna. Figures if she signs on, the others will follow.”
Carson grunted and strummed his empty, idle fingers against the wall behind him. “Hmm, that’s interesting, but I doubt Sienna is going to do that. She doesn’t even do lap dances, so I’m pretty sure she isn’t going to star in a film featuring her having sex. At the end of the day, it sounds crazy, but she’s kind of innocent, untouched—”