With A Twist(17)

The music picks up in speed… gets a little more raw, and when Nikki spins back around to face us, her breasts are even more spectacular than I could have imagined.

Full, lush, perfect pink nipples that are pebbled hard and I feel a tightening in my groin for the first time since she walked out on stage. Luckily, I’m sitting behind a table, and she’d never know that she’s starting to give me a hard-on. A quick glance to my left, and I see Simon isn’t hiding any such thing. He sits to one side of the little, round table he shares with Lance, his long legs stretched out in front of him, and his dick tenting the wool-and-silk blend dress pants he’s wearing.

Anger burns through me that he’d dare to get aroused over my partner, and a protective instinct rears up inside of me. My eyes cut back to Nikki, flaring wide as I watch as her one delicate hand—adorned with garishly long, red nails per my instructions—flutters over her belly. Her other hand rises to her mouth and she sucks her index finger in deep. Fluttering her eyelashes down at Simon, she appears to be eating him up with her eyes.

Another surge of anger flows through me, and this time, it has nothing to do with over-protectiveness and everything to do now with the lengths to which Andrea is going to secure this job. She is eye-fucking Simon, and I can’t tell if this is real or part of her act.

It’s an act… it has to be an act, and her zeal is about doing her mission for the greater good.

Right?

Nikki O—because that is how I must think of her—moves her hand down, all the while spinning her body, gyrating her hips, and sucking on her finger. The tips of her fingers sink into the low-cut triangle of material between her legs. When they disappear completely from view, she throws her head back, closes her eyes, and mimes a moan of ecstasy while her hips pump against her hand.

She’s dancing out a slow act of masturbation, one I’m quite sure is an act. Her fingers are not actually lodged anywhere of particular sexual importance, but still… the effect fills the room with a current of thick lust.

My cock goes stiff, swelling instantly, and I grit my teeth, uncaring if I crack a molar.

Nikki’s head lifts back up, her stare going back to Simon, and she removes her hand from down below, only to scrape her nails along her body over to her hip. Her fingers latch into the string at her side, and she gives a sharp tug, never once missing a sensual beat of the dance.

The G-string is of the rip-away variety, probably held only by tiny snaps or Velcro, and I suck in oxygen as she turns toward me, giving me a smirk and tossing the tiny panties my way. They hit me square in the chest, and I catch a subtle fragrance of gardenia before they fall to my lap.

Right across my aching dick pushing against my jeans.

Can’t help it… my eyes go to her body, briefly taking in her bouncing breasts, straight down to that area I told her to wax.

And wax she did.

She’s beautifully… stunningly… amazingly… bare, and I have a wild, insane urge to pull her off the stage. Not to cover her body with clothing but with my own.

Shaking my head hard, I bite down on the inside of my cheek and attempt to will my hard-on away. But it’s a no-go, because now Nikki looks back down at Simon and with the thump of music egging her on, she walks down the three steps that lead off the stage and down into the lounge area. She walks right up to Simon, who is sporting the most lecherous grin I’ve ever seen, and proceeds to give him the dirtiest lap dance I’ve ever seen.

Nikki drapes both of her arms over his shoulders, resting her elbows on his light blue, silk shirt, and swings one leg over his lap to straddle him. Simon’s hands come up and grab her by the hips, an absolute no-no with club patrons as we have a strict, no-touch policy—outside of the prostitution, that is. That clearly doesn’t apply to the owner, though.

Her hips pump inward and out again, hovering just over his straining hard-on, never making contact but coming whisper close. She stares down at him, pursing her lips and eye-fucking him… making every fantasy of his come true. I watch, appalled, as Simon’s fingers dig into her flesh and his arms stiffen in an attempt to push her down on his cock… to make her grind against him.

I watch, equally fascinated, as the muscles in her legs bunch and quiver, pushing against his strength and absolutely refusing to let her crotch touch his. Before he can demand her obedience though, she shoots him a coy look, shakes her head in sexy reprimand, and swings her leg up and over his lap until she’s standing in front of him.

The music starts to wind down and she finishes her dance with a few more spins and twist of her hips, finally walking back up onto the stage as the last note of music flutters away.