The Infamous Ellen James(69)

An extremely attractive cocktailer heads our way to get our drink orders. She's decked in perfect strip club attire: fishnets, booty shorts, and a tight corset that leaves very little to the imagination. She seductively looks at Trent and asks him what he would like to drink. He orders two beers for us and proceeds to nuzzle into my neck, holding me tight. I hate to compare Trent to John, but this is a perfect example of how different the two of them are. John would have flirted back with the cocktailer, eating up every moment of her obvious flirtation that was directed at him. Trent is so different and it's unbelievably refreshing. He was curt but polite to her while still making sure she was aware he was here with me. How could I not be in love with him for that? Still, thinking the words love and Trent in the same sentence is a little overwhelming, but fuck, it's the god damn truth. I'm seriously in love.

After the devastation John put me through, I wasn't sure if I would ever love anyone again. My feelings for Trent are different. They feel more real, more desperate, and undeniably passionate. This man makes me feel things I have never felt before. It's like he's made me come alive, and I relish in the idea of spending more time with him.

More time?

Shit, we're talking a little over a month and he's going to be heading back to Seattle.

Push that shit down. Way, way down.

We watch as the next dancer comes out onto the stage. She's absolute female perfection. Blond hair, long legs, lean body, huge tits, and an ass most women would kill for. Her stripper heels and suggestive attire only accentuate her irrefutable attractiveness. She begins to sway her hips to the pounding bass of a song I've never heard. She heads over to the pole and begins to prove why her body is so perfectly toned.

"God, I need to put a pole in my apartment so I can see your hot little body give me private dances." Trent's breath is hot on my ear.

I glimpse at Trent to see him staring back at me with hooded eyes. "Mmmm, I'd love to do that for you. But…this is me we're talking about here. I'd end up in the ER with some sort of weird muscle pull to my vagina.” Trent laughs, and then his eyes get serious again, intensity radiating from them.

"How about you get some money out of my pocket so I can watch you pay compliments to this hard-working girl?"

I start to reach towards his pockets, but he pushes my hand away. "No, baby. I want you to kneel between my legs and get this money out of my pockets with your teeth." He gleams wickedly at me.

Oh. My.

My buzz from the alcohol is nothing in comparison to what this man does to my head. He makes me practically euphoric and fills me with overwhelming lust. I'm already wet from hearing him growl dirty things into my ear. His hooded eyes and provocative grin are only spurring my desire for him into an uncontrollable need. I have the urge to straddle his legs and ride his cock right here in front of the entire club. I slide myself off of his lap, making sure to rub my ass on his ever-present arousal for me. I turn to face him and slowly kneel between his thighs. I place both of my hands on his hips and dip my face low, rubbing my mouth right over the very visible bulge of his jeans. I peek up at him as I make my way back over to his right pocket.

"The other pocket," he says breathlessly.

I lock eyes with him and unhurriedly move from his right pocket to his left, paying special attention to the visible strain on his zipper.

"Fuuuuuuck, Ellie," he groans under his breath before he adjusts a little in his seat.

When I reach his left pocket, I notice that he's already got a wad of money sticking out of his pocket. Obviously, this scenario was premeditated.

"Oh my, Casanova. I guess you came prepared." I grab the wad of money out of his pocket with my teeth and deliberately slide my body back up his, pressing my breasts tightly against him. When I'm level with his beautiful blue eyes, I pull the money from my mouth and hold up it for him. He grabs a few bills from the folded wad and hands the rest back to me. I sit back down on his lap and he adjusts my hips so that my ass can feel just how hard he is.

His cock is like steel. Dr. Hammer better give me full satisfaction tonight…

I wiggle my ass a little and feel him groan into my neck.

"Stop that or I'll fuck you right here in front of everyone in this club."

"Promise?" I wiggle my ass again against his straining erection and smile back at him.

"I swear to it. You keep that up and I'll pull your panties down from underneath that skirt and fuck you senseless." His eyes are unwavering and stern with an underlying intensity seeping through.

"What if I'm not wearing any panties?" I softly place my lips on his and then gently nip his bottom lip with my teeth.

He looks at me questioningly before slowly sliding his large hand up my thigh as he proceeds to discover that I am, in fact, not wearing anything underneath my skirt. With his hand tightly grasping my thigh, he swipes his thumb through my folds. I let out a breathy moan and lean my face down into his neck as he begins to rub my clit with small, demanding strokes.