Chapter Nine #2
In a private room, where I know what goes on. Shit, no one is getting to see her like that. Not if I can help it. And not for her first time. That thought gets me more excited than it should.
“What do you need me to do?” I ask.
“Just sit down, and watch.”
“Easy peasy,” I smirk.
“Exactly.” She smiles.
“Okay then.”
“You’ll do it.”
“Sure. I’ll do anything to help you out.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Great.”
“Charley?”
“Yeah?”
“You want to get started?”
“Oh, yeah, right. Take a seat. I’ll set up the music.”
She turns around and Jesus, that ass. What the fuck am I doing? I turn away and move the chair back a little, then take a seat, in time for the music to start and Charley to turn and face me.
The music doesn’t even register when she gets up on the stage and starts dancing. My eyes trace every inch of her body from the top of her head to the tips of those pointy and high as shit heels she is wearing.
Her body moves in fluid motion, never stopping, never hesitating as she nails every move, spin and undulation of her body. I can’t take my eyes off her as she grabs the pole, arching forward and dragging her breasts up it, popping her ass out.
Then she spins around it so her back is to me, gliding down a little and back up again. Her elbows go out to the side and the sparkly top is in her hands, opened.
My mouth goes dry when she spins around, throwing her head back, allowing the fabric to fall down her arms and pool on the floor behind her.
My cock starts to get hard and I shift on the seat. It’s impossible to hide it, but what the hell am I supposed to do when she is practically naked in front of me?
Oh hell, this was a bad idea.
She straightens up and grips the pole her eyes opening. When she sees me, she falters and loses a step but keeps going, spinning around the pole and getting back into the rhythm.
I’m transfixed, my eyes greedily eating up every ounce of her body, the subtle sheen of her skin, the tightness of her ass, and the outline of her pussy, which is hidden from view but the hint of it is giving me all kinds of crazy ideas.
Then there are those tits. Perfect, bouncing slightly in a natural way, her nipples are rock hard, a dark rosy pink and the urge to go over and bite them takes over enough that I move forward in the chair, only catching myself when she turns her back to me and bends over.
Her long legs are crossed, presenting that perfectly peachy ass as she touches the floor with her fingertips.
The music ends, my cock is so painfully hard I need to fucking touch it, or her. Or… Shit.
Charley straightens up and turns around. Her arms are fidgeting like she wants to cup her tits and hide them, but she forces them at her sides. She is breathing heavily enough that they’re rising and falling and I picture that happening while she is riding my cock.
“Callum?”
A weird sound comes from the back of my throat, some high pitched, throat clearing sound. “Yeah.”
“Was that okay?”
I almost say no. Because if I said no, she’d think she was bad and she wouldn’t do this and no one else would get to see her like this. How much of an asshole would I be to do that? It would break her heart.
“Yeah, it was, good, great. You were…” I stutter over the words.
“Are you okay? It was bad wasn’t it.”
“Jesus no, there was nothing bad about that.”
I stay seated because getting up would show her just how bad it wasn’t. Get it together asshole, she doesn’t need to see me freaking out.
“Charley, if you dance like that, you’re not going to ruin anything. It’s kind of weird that I’ve seen your tits now.”
“What?” Her eyes widen.
“Shit, did I say that out loud?”
She covers her mouth with her hand to hide a laugh. “Are you blushing, Callum?”
“I mean,” I grab the back of my neck. “That was hot. I’m not going to lie.”
Her smile grows, but it’s no longer amusement, she is happy.
“You did falter once, when you turned around.”
I hate to break that happiness, but she did ask me to make sure she got it right. I can at least give her better feedback than what I have up until this point.
Charley nods. “It was that split second of knowing I was about to turn around. Was it that obvious?”
“If the pole hadn’t been there, you might have fallen, but if you keep practicing, it’ll get easier.”
“With you?” She lifts a brow.
“Don’t say shit like that to me.”
“Why?”
Words leave my head. Thoughts dance across my vision of an entirely different scenario with a naked Charley standing in front of me.
She is still naked. That realization seems to hit her at the same time.
She goes and picks up the top, not helping matters where my cock is concerned because her ass is pointed at me again.
At least when she turns back around her tits are covered. Not the slope of her waist and the flare of her hips, or that sweet spot between her thighs.
“I should go,” I stand up and turn away. “I have work to do.” I move quickly to the door, willing my cock to behave. Before I run out, I look over my shoulder. “You’ll be amazing Charley. Believe in yourself, you’ll knock everyone dead.”
Thank fuck Beast’s office is empty. I go inside, slam the door and lock it.
It’s fucking obscene getting my dick out in here, but I need relief and the image of her tits bouncing up and down does me in.
Cum spurts all over my hand as I lose it in record time.
My chest is heaving as I try to catch my breath.
When my heart rate finally slows and I tuck myself away, guilt pours through me.
It’s a really fucking weird feeling, being attracted to someone and feeling guilty about it. She isn’t a child, she is just a few years younger than I am.
How many times have I watched the dancers here? I’ve had lap dances, I’ve had girls go down on me, sit naked in my lap and feed fucking appetizers to me.
No one has ever made me feel the way Charley just did. And I don’t know what the fuck to do with that.