4. Callahan #2
For some reason, the moment I sat down in the middle of the couch, a nervous flutter took flight in my stomach as I watched her walk up to the pole.
A song I’d never heard before started to play and she grabbed the pole with practiced ease, hoisting her curvy body up and around in time to the beat.
I was entranced. Unable to tear my eyes away from her.
Someone could come in here right now and take my wallet and I still wouldn’t be able to find it in me to give a shit. All that existed was her.
It dawned on me that I probably should have been paying her for the private show she was putting on for me, so I reached into my pants pocket and pulled out several hundreds. Her dark eyes tracked my movements as she danced, and a coy smile tugged at her full lips.
She slid down the pole and started walking straight towards me.
When she was directly in front of me, I thought she was going to pocket the cash, but instead she straddled my lap taking me by surprise, which admittedly was a hard thing to do.
I was usually good at guessing people’s next move.
It was unexpected and intriguing, not knowing what she would do next.
With her so close to me, that heady scent of cinnamon felt like it had wrapped around me like a blanket.
“What’s your name?” She asked.
“Cal. Callahan,” I answered truthfully.
“Callahan,” she said, rolling each syllable in her mouth like she was savoring it. The raspy way she said my name made me want to hear what she’d sound like screaming it. “I haven’t seen you in here before. Are you new to Starfell?”
“I used to live here when I was younger,” I said as she began to move in sensually slow movements. A smile spread across her face and her eyes twinkled.
“And what brings you back here?” She asked, sliding her body so close to mine that her breasts were dangling right in front of my face.
Fuck I wanted to touch her. To feel the weight of her tits in my hands.
But I knew that was against the rules. It was strip club 101.
No touching the performers. I’d never been so tempted before to break a rule.
“Work,” I grunted. My cock was becoming unbearably painful jutting up against the zipper of my jeans. “I came here with my friend… he… he left me to go get a dance.”
Her eyes fluttered closed, long lashes kissing the tops of her cheeks.
Her top teeth sunk into her red stained plush bottom lip while her long brunette hair tickled my shoulder.
She sat all the way down on my lap now, nearly touching my hard on.
It strained towards her hoping she’d brush against it.
“Well, I’m glad it brought you here,” she said.
“Me too.”
The music changed to something slower and more sultry. Her dark eyes locked onto mine and her lips parted as she sucked in a breath.
Was she feeling this same pull as I was? Or was she just doing her job?
I was a fucking idiot. She was here to do a job, just like me. Only I’d gotten distracted. Letting my emotions take control, which I never fucking did. I knew better than that.
“What do you do for work, Callahan?” She asked, inching closer. Her body was brushing against mine now, in featherlight movements.
My head was reeling. I nearly forgot she’d asked me a question and was waiting for my response.
Get your shit together, Cal.
“I’m uh… in the uh…”
She laughed at my struggle. The sound wrapped itself around my middle sending a warm glow of appreciation into my chest.
“Did you forget what it is you do for work?” She asked with a giggle on her lips like she found me charming. She turned her whole body around so that her ass was in my lap and all sensible thought emptied from my head.
Fuck. Me.
My cock surged and my hands clenched into tight fists to stop myself from touching her.
From guiding her right where I wanted to feel her.
The contact lasted only a few seconds before she dropped to the floor, spreading her legs wide letting me see that thin scrap of fabric covering her pussy.
I wanted to rip it off with my teeth. Her legs snapped closed like she could read my thoughts, and she swung her head around in a circle, hair fanning about to the beat of the music that was still playing.
Her hands trailed down her body, pausing to cup her breasts before continuing down her toned stomach and thighs.
She began crawling to me and the sight was enough to break me.
Those wide, dark eyes were locked onto me as her body writhed.
Spinning around in front of me, she spread her legs again, only this time she was on her knees, hands flat on the floor balancing her body effortlessly as her ass moved up and down. Up and down. Up and down.
She pushed herself up to her knees, then standing, bent over at the waist, so all I could see was that supple, round ass in front of me.
I reached for her then, taking my shot to slide the wad of cash I had into the barely present string from her thong that wrapped around her hips.
Her skin felt soft beneath the pads of my fingers, and I tucked that morsel of information away in my head, memorizing the feel of her.
She spun away from me, taking the money with her as she continued dancing.
Time seemed to pass slowly as songs blurred from one to the next.
She switched between dancing on the pole and in front of me.
Her body moved like she was casting a spell with the intent to ensnare my very soul.
She could have every last dark part of what was left of it as far as I was concerned.
I’d hand it over to her without hesitation if she wanted it.
Then, when I thought maybe she was done, she surprised me by settling over my lap once more. A fine sheen of sweat coated her skin now and her cheeks carried a hint of red on them.
“What do you say, Callahan? Do you want one more lap dance before I go?”
My eyes trailed the length of her body as I gave her the rest of my money, sliding it next to the bills that still lined her hip.
“Please,” I nearly growled, full of desperation and sheer want.
“I like a man with manners,” she rasped, now completely flush against me.
I was so fucking worked up, it was a miracle that I didn’t come right here. “If that’s true, then you’re going to love me,” I replied, cursing myself for how corny that sounded.
But it didn’t seem to faze her because she just smiled at me, tracking her eyes over my face like she was considering my words. “You know, I think you might be right about that.”