7. Hot and Triggered #2
The dancers finished their pole acrobatics and picked up their cash, collecting the cash in large trash bags with help from Secrets’ concierge staff.
They’d made a killing. Before the dancers headed backstage, Nadine locked eyes with the girl that had her enraptured.
The dancer bit her lip and winked. Nadine felt heat crawling up her neck.
Once the stage reset, the show continued with various scenes, most involving men being flogged, teased, or humiliated in some kind of way.
It was intriguing, albeit a bit unnerving at times for Nadine.
She could admit some scenes were much sexier than others.
Some seemed downright scary. Nadine tried to focus, but her mind kept going back to the dancers. One dancer in particular.
Eddie, however, was enjoying every bit of the show.
He loved the scene with the men tied up, of course.
His dick was hard the entire time, as he made no effort to tamper the tent in his pants.
At one point, he pulled Nadine’s hand to his crotch, placing his hand over hers as he pulsed underneath.
She’d never felt him so hard in her life.
Courtesy of the tequila, Nadine was tipsy beyond belief. And a little horny. The music in the theater changed to Cum Get It by Tink. Nadine rolled her hips in time to the beat. Eddie enjoyed seeing this side of her. He wrapped his arms around her, glad that she was finally letting go.
She was in her own world, enjoying the music, when a shadow invaded her space and a smell enveloped her. That familiar, sweet, intoxicating smell. Nadine felt a lump in her throat as she looked up to meet familiar brown eyes.
“Hey there, gorgeous people. Would you all like a dance?”
Nadine tried to focus her eyes elsewhere. But the woman was so devastatingly beautiful that it was hard not to stare. Her eyes drew Nadine in. There was something about them. Something soft and sweet. Maybe a little…dangerous.
Eddie, noticing Nadine’s shameless staring, decided to appease his wife’s curiosity. He turned to the dancer, “Why don’t you dance for my wife, sweetheart?”
“Sure thing,” she smiled, then turned to address Nadine. “I’m Zen. What’s your name, beauty?”
“Na…Nadine,” Nadine stuttered. Was that her name? She didn’t know who the hell she was at the moment.
“Well, Nadine. Hubby wants me to dance for you. You want me to dance for you, beautiful?”
All Nadine could do was nod slowly.
Nadine watched as Zen untied her bikini top, putting it on the table.
When she stepped out of her panties, Nadine had to bit her lip to quell a moan.
The girl was booty-hole naked, as her Grandma would say.
Zen had the prettiest pussy she’d ever seen, with fat lips and a little strip of hair.
And a barbell piercing at her clit. All Nadine could think about was flicking her tongue over it.
What the fuck was happening? Nadine hadn’t eaten pussy in damn near twenty-five years. She hadn’t thought about that…until now. Maybe it was the liquor. It had to be.
Zen put her hands on Nadine’s shoulders and moved closer to her, breasts in her face. They were a perfect handful-size, with deep, dark nipples against a large areola. Nadine tucked in her lips because if Zen’s nipples so much as grazed her, she’d explode.
I should get up. Right now.
She felt Eddie’s hand on her thigh, silently steadying her.
“You’re so pretty,” Zen said, her voice husky and raspy. “All this curly hair.” She twirled a finger in Nadine’s natural curls.
Nadine swallowed roughly. The humming in her body was on a nuclear level. “Thank you. You are too. Pretty, that is.”
Zen smiled as she turned her back to Nadine, moving her ass like water in front of her. It was mesmerizing. She bent over and Nadine took in a sharp breath. Fat ass. Tight asshole. Pretty pussy. Glowing, glistening skin. Jesus, I may not survive this dance. Holy fuck.
Nadine was in a trance, her nails digging in the velvet sofa as Zen moved in front of her.
When she sat her ass on Nadine’s lap, grinding, her hands instinctively went to Zen’s thighs.
Shit, you aren’t supposed to touch them, she thought.
When she tried to move them, Zen tightly held her hands in place.
In a whisper, Zen looked over her shoulder and gave her permission. “Touch me all you want, beautiful. I’m yours right now.”
Zen loosened her grip and Nadine’s hands felt the smoothness of her thighs, the softness of her skin, the ampleness of her hips. Every curve was worthy of being worshiped, not just touched. Nadine inhaled as she tried to subdue the aching in her core.
“I like how you touch me, beautiful.” Zen purred as she turned around.
“I like how you…everything.”
Zen smiled, a slight twinkle in her eye as she bent down. Her nose grazed Nadine’s, and she inched her lips closer to hers. “I feel like that deserves a thank you.”
Before she could utter an objection, Zen pressed her lips against Nadine’s.
The kiss was soft at first. Sweet, innocent.
Until Nadine parted her lips on a gasp, feeling Zen’s tongue snake inside her mouth.
She sucked and licked, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.
Nadine held on to Zen’s hips as she kissed her back with everything she had in her.
The exploration was mutually hungry, needy in a way that she hadn’t felt in a while.
Nadine was two seconds from coming, just from a kiss. She felt it.
She was close…so fucking close.
“Damn, beautiful.” Zen smiled against her lips. She moved away slowly, giving Nadine a parting peck before slipping back into her bikini.
Nadine hadn’t realized that the music stopped. She was breathing hard and wetter than ever. Eddie slid Zen a wad of $100 bills that she gladly stuck in her G-string.
“Thanks for letting me dance for you, mami.”
Nadine watched Zen, her G-string disappearing between her ass as she glided away.
“Fuck, that was hot,” Eddie said. “I’m hard as shit right now.”
Nadine blinked, coming back to reality. She had forgotten her husband there. A five-minute dance had transported her, turned her brain to mush. How could I forget Eddie was there? What is wrong with me?
Guilt began to eat at Nadine, making her nauseated. The tequila was about to make a reappearance. “I….I gotta go to the bathroom.” She jumped up from the booth and ran out of the theater.
Down the winding corridor, Nadine finally found the restroom.
She pushed open the door, slamming it against the wall.
She made a beeline for the stall. Luckily, the vomiting feeling subsided as she took a few breaths.
She pulled up her dress and pulled down her panties.
Sure enough, she was a wet mess in her thong.
Where did that come from? Actually, she knew exactly where it was coming from.
What the hell was she thinking? Kissing a stranger? A woman? But goddamn it, it was one of the best kisses she’d ever had in her life.
It wasn’t like the kisses I’d had before…
Nadine shook the thought out of her head. She quickly cleaned herself up with several pieces of tissue and made her way out of the stall. She stood at the sink, staring at herself in the mirror, touching her kiss swollen lips, a bit of liquid lipstick smudged just at her cupid’s bow.
“You ok, ma’am?”
Nadine hadn’t noticed the bathroom attendant handing her a towel. How long had she even been there?
“Thank you.” She wet the towel, placing the cool cotton on her cheeks to try and calm herself.
With shaky hands, she reapplied her lipstick and fluffed her hair.
After a few minutes, Nadine felt like her feet could move.
She slipped the attendant the $10 bill tucked in the bottom of her clutch, thankful that it was there.
Nadine exited the bathroom, heading down the dark corridor toward the theater.
At least, that's where she thought she was going.
The place was like a maze, every twist and turn leading somewhere else.
She leaned against the wall, allowing a couple to pass.
The man eyed her lasciviously as the woman gave her a slight smile as they turned down another hallway.
Where the fuck am I? Nadine looked around, trying to spot one of the staff or concierge, when a voice, seemingly out of the shadows, stopped her in her tracks.
“You lost, beautiful?”
Nadine turned to see Zen, leaning against a high boy tucked away in a corner. A slight plume of smoke from a vape in the air surrounding her. She was still in her bikini, illuminated against her skin only by the dim lighting of the hallway.
Nadine nodded. “Looks like I am.”
Zen stepped forward, closing the space between them. There was a slight smile on her face as her eyes looked Nadine up and down. “You sure? Looks like you may be right where you need to be.”
Nadine felt her throat tighten, her pulse beating rapidly under her skin. She felt like a trapped rabbit, and Zen clearly had the gun.
“I…I need to get back to my husband. If you’ll excuse me…” Nadine stammered. But her feet would not move.
“What’s the rush?” Zen moved a curl out of Nadine’s face. “We could have some more fun.”
Nadine could hear the faint pulse of music in the background. Blood rushed to her ears, obscuring the sound. It was dizzying.
“My husband…” was all that she could say in response. Zen’s finger moved down Nadine’s jawline, causing her to shiver as if she had a fever of 104.
A snicker bubbled up from Zen’s throat. “That nigga can watch for all I care…”
He’d love that, thought Nadine. But she didn’t say that out loud. “I just,” Nadine swallowed, her breathing ragged. “I can’t.”
“Yes you can, pretty thing.” Zen’s lips pressed a chaste kiss on the underside of Nadine’s jaw. “You ain’t even gotta do nothing, mami. Shit, you can just let me handle everything.”