Chapter 34 Griptease
Griptease
Hudson’s gaze was inescapable. It was like an evolutionary force. If natural selection ensured that humans could fight, fuck, and feed…then my biology was perfectly attuned to know when Hudson wanted the second thing on that list.
This current stare wasn’t angry. I’d worried that jealousy would burn through him like a lab fire, but it didn’t. It smoldered. It yearned.
It possessed.
The strippers’ crotches were right at eye level, though, so I didn’t have much mental space to dissect Hudson’s attention.
She wore a spangly silver number straight out of a Vegas cabaret.
He was dressed like a vampire from a bad TV show, with tear-away leathers and a dark button-up shirt complete with sleeves rolled to the elbow.
They should have been ridiculous. Instead, they turned me on.
Maybe because of their perfect bodies. Maybe because of the way Hudson’s stare scorched as they touched me—the male dancer’s hand on my shoulder, his partner’s brushing hair from my face.
“Hey there, beautiful. I’m Stephanie.”
I swallowed. What the hell do you say in a situation like this? Were goose bumps normal in this scenario? “Oh, hi.”
“I’m Rich,” the man purred. “Thought we’d come and give you a show in the Platinum Room. Is that all right?”
My chest tightened. This whole thing with Hudson had been about opening my sexual horizons, and this was a safe place to do that. Besides…part of me wanted Hudson to see me like this. The object of someone else’s sexual energies. “Mm-hmm.”
Rich took me by the hand, guiding me up from the chair. Stephanie slid her arm around my waist, hugging her tight body to my curvier one. Her touch gave me goose bumps. I’d only just started seeing a man; I’d definitely never been touched by a woman.
God, these brain scans are going to light up like a goddamn Christmas tree.
The ladies from work whooped and hollered in approval the whole walk to the Platinum Room. I listened closely for any sign from Hudson, but he didn’t join them.
“You know the rules, sugar?” Rich asked as we walked.
“No touching.”
“Not unless we touch you first,” Stephanie crooned, squeezing my waist. “And you’re looking pretty damn tempting, aren’t you?”
I almost laughed out loud at that. We’d all changed after work, but my black and white skirt and blouse set was far from little. It didn’t even show off my cleavage. Of all the talent in this club, I was probably the least tempting.
The compliment was strikingly insincere. Not surprising, considering they were being paid for it. But it only highlighted how sincere Hudson had always been.
I’d never heard him lie. Not once. And certainly never about me.
Beautiful. Smart. Kind. Good. Worthy. Deserving.
He’d said all of that about me. More than that, though, he’d believed it.
Even now, when his eyes followed me through the club, his gaze was honest. I want to fuck you and I wish the hands on you were mine.
Fuck, and now I was catching feelings in the middle of a personal strip dance.
All right, Scout. Focus. You’ve got two half-naked bodies ready to bare it all for you—bought and paid for by your boss for the advancement of our scientific understanding regarding sex and neural activity.
Maybe this isn’t what you planned on for this experiment into the dichotomy between romantic brain and horny brain, but it’s what you’ve got, so the least you can do is give them your full attention.
The Platinum Room was, admittedly, very sexy.
The plush furnishings, the dark crystal light fixtures, the small, central raised platform.
Even the tinted glass walls separating it from the main floor were alluring—they gave the illusion of privacy while, in reality, a guest at the tables could easily see what went on inside.
And by “a guest,” I meant Hudson, who had ordered an old fashioned and smoldered at me over the rim of it.
I clenched my thighs together.
Stephanie guided me to the couch. Music, even softer and breathier than the music outside, queued up through unseen speakers.
The show began. These weren’t cheesy movie strippers but the real thing.
A true double act, they began by kissing each other softly, their hands traveling the planes of one another’s bodies.
Soon he turned her around, pressing her back to his front, so he could slowly peel off her costume and reveal her body to me.
And it was a beautiful body. Porn had not prepared me for how gorgeous a naked woman could be.
I swallowed hard as he cupped her breasts, pebbling her nipples beneath his fingers.
Then he moved the costume down her body until it puddled beneath her feet, leaving her in nothing but a G-string and matching silver heels.
Then it was his turn. Spinning around, she faced him. First, she ripped away his shirt, turning her head to check that I was still enjoying the show.
I was. In fact, I was enjoying it a little too much. My nipples ached to be touched. My clit needed friction—anything to bring me relief. They were incredibly sexy together, and watching them while Hudson watched me…it was almost unbearable.
Slowly lowering herself down his body, Stephanie bent her knees to best show off her perfect ass. Squatting at his feet, she worked his zipper down and—
Oh shit. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath. His hard, intimidatingly long cock sprang out.
And then I was alone with two naked strangers, licking my lips involuntarily.
To my surprise, though, they didn’t stay up on their dais.
Carefully, they stepped down and took their places.
Her by my side, kneeling on the couch to face me.
Him on the floor, ready to part my legs.
They hovered suggestively, their lithe bodies glistening with oil.
Her hard nipples dangled; another inch and they would brush my arm.
His cock was erect, too. Ready to tease me.
Could they tell how turned on I was?
Could Hudson? All the way from across the club?
The EEG readouts must have been going haywire.
Rich’s hands lingered above my knees. “Can we touch you?”
“Sure,” I panted.
Rich spread my knees sharply, exposing my barely there panties to the cold air. I gasped, but I was quickly distracted by Stephanie, who ran the back of her hand down my cheek.
Stephanie licked her lips. Her face was so close to mine. The overstimulation of two people focused solely on me…it was unbelievable. “Can we kiss you?”
Jesus, Clara must have paid more than a fortune for this dance. My gaze flickered to the glass wall, where Hudson stared at me with parted lips. Maybe it was my imagination, but the jealousy rolled off him in waves. His lust settled over my skin like a sheen of sex-dew sweat.
Words lost all their meaning. All I could think to say was “Mm-hmm.”
“If you ever want to stop, just say ‘platinum,’ okay?”
“I will.”
Afraid my wandering hands would get me in trouble, I sat on them.
It was torture, knowing that I couldn’t touch myself.
Still, I focused on Stephanie’s hot breath on the curve of my neck.
Rich’s knuckles raised my skirt hem as he dragged his hands up the length of my thighs, straight toward the place where I wanted contact the most.
Then he started to kiss me. Up one thigh, breathing on my pussy, then down the other thigh and back again.
Before I could buck my hips against his face, though, Stephanie threaded one hand through my hair and pulled my lips to hers.
I’d never kissed a woman before. She was all sweetness and plump softness. She ran her tongue along my lips, requesting entrance, and I breathed her into me.
Not to be outdone, Rich abandoned my legs, situating himself between them so he could steal a kiss from me, too. As he plundered my mouth, sharp and intrusive, Stephanie’s hands wandered down my chest until they found purchase around my breasts.
I moaned into his mouth. Fuck. They felt so good.
They traded me like that, kissing and fondling me. Their naked bodies brushed with mine, driving me crazy. I wanted more contact, more bare flesh…
And one more body. I wanted Hudson’s. Even in the depths of sensation with two other people, I couldn’t stop thinking about him.
In a rare break from their onslaught of pleasure, I stole a glance at him through the glass partition separating us. He was hungry. His hand was balled in his lap, and I could tell it was taking great effort not to whip his cock out and make himself cum.
A wave of pride washed over me. Stephanie and Rich’s treatment of me was just work to them, but knowing that I was making Hudson seethe with jealous horniness was like winning a golden ticket. Unlikely and transcendently lucky.
My thoughts must have been clear. Stephanie’s hand descended toward my center, ready to make my wildest dreams come true and cum in front of Hudson by someone else’s touch. And…
The music shifted above us. The illusion of sex and lust shattered. All at once, Rich and Stephanie stood up and collected their clothes with a clinical but friendly air.
Ah. It seemed our time was up.
My body hummed with unspent sexual energy.
It was then, with the lights up and the tunes down, that I realized I no longer felt the prickle of Hudson’s gaze on my neck. Had he left? Gone to get his own dance? I didn’t know. But a mixture of disappointment and relief tugged at me.
Stephanie must have noticed. Perceptive. The consummate professional.
“Show’s over, honey. Don’t worry, though. I think your boyfriend really enjoyed the view.”
“He’s not my boyfriend. We’re not like that,” I said, out of habit more than anything else.
Rich chuckled. “He will be your boyfriend once he’s through with you tonight. Anyone can see he wants to tear those panties off with his teeth.”
“Yeah. There’s only so much a man can take before he bursts. And I think we just pushed him to his limits. Enjoy.”
With a friendly face—so different from the sexy pout she’d worn just a few seconds ago—Stephanie helped me back to my feet.
As I exited the Platinum Room, ducking my head to hide my blush from the ecstatic ladies back at my table, I turned on my phone.
Time to call an Uber. Gotta get out of here. My pussy was soaking wet—not really from the dance and the kissing (okay, not just from the dance and the kissing) but from the heat of Hudson’s jealous stare as I received them.
When my phone powered up, though, I was faced with a single text message on my screen.
It was from Hudson.
Men’s bathroom. First door on the left. Five minutes. Bring your purse. Come alone.