“You don’t have to like what you see, but at least smile a little bit so my boss thinks you’re having a good time.” I walk over and hit the music.
One song. That’s what he paid for.
I should be embarrassed to give Bram a lap dance, but part of me may actually enjoy it. I always did have a thing for him, and now I get to watch him squirm. Ironic in a way. I did a lot of squirming when I was alone in my bed, thinking about him when I shouldn’t have had those thoughts in my head.
“Okay, here goes…” I start to move, and Bram closes his eyes. “No, don’t do that.” I run a hand along his arm. “He doesn’t have a mic in here, but he’ll certainly notice if you don’t watch.”
“You’re not making this easy.” He exhales sharply, and his eyes open.
“You get to keep your clothes on.” I dip and grind against him. “Don’t talk to me about easy…”
I mimic the moves I saw the other dancers do when I was watching from the security room, and time my moves with the music so that I can keep the same pattern I use when I’m on stage. The only difference will be the final minute—instead of a tease, I have to show him everything; that’s what makes a trip through the curtains worth the price. Bram paid extra, so I’m sure Max expects me to go the extra mile.
I fill my head with Rhonda’s words, the ones of encouragement she gave me when we discussed my first lap dance. They’re a distraction so that I don’t focus on what is really happening here.
“You’re supposed to want to touch me.” I strip my shirt off and toss it around his neck.
“It isn’t allowed.” He moves his hands away.
“Not while I’m on the stage.” I let go of my shirt and leave it draped around his neck. “But back here, the rules are relaxed. Max isn’t going to believe that someone dropped as much money as you did just to keep their hands to themselves…”
Is that true, or do I actually want him to put his hands on me? My thoughts are conflicted. I know it’s wrong, but I fantasized about having his big, powerful hands on my curves—touching, teasing, and so much more.
Bram hesitates, then lets his hands rest on my hips. That’s a start. It’s safe. I saw the other girls letting the guys touch them, so I know Max isn’t going to send a bouncer through the curtain.
His fingers are rugged, but not as much as they used to be. Why is that what I notice? I like the way they feel on my skin. I reach for the zipper that is holding my skirt in place and pull on it.
“Fuck…” Bram exhales, and his eyes light up. I’m not the little girl he remembers—I like seeing that realization unfold in his eyes as much as I like feeling his hands on me.
“You can pull it off if you want…” I leave my skirt hanging loose underneath his hand. “My boss will like that.”
I don’t know if that’s true either, but it sounds good. Bram slowly lets his hands drop until his fingers are in the waistband of my skirt. I turn away from him and bend as he slides my skirt down my hips—then I sink against his leg and move to the beat of the music. My skirt hit the floor and I kick it off as I lift off his lap—he gets a full view of my ass before I turn around.
“This is the part everyone likes.” I reach behind my back and begin to unfasten my bra.
“I’m not everyone.” A growl echoes in Bram’s throat.
“You’re right.” I lean forward as my bra slides down, exposing my breasts. “They don’t get to touch them—you do.”
There is some excitement stirring inside me. Bram looks like he’s fighting that feeling off with everything he has. I can tell he is losing whatever battle is going on behind his dark, piercing eyes. He doesn’t want to like what he sees, but he does, and my excitement grows when his hands slowly move to my breasts.
“This is so fucking wrong…” The words leave his lips in a gasp, but they don’t sound true—obligatory, if anything.
“You paid for it.” I slide into his lap and move to the beat of my song.
I don’t know if I would be this comfortable if it was anyone else. I don’t even know why I’m this comfortable with Bram. I shouldn’t be, but all the old feelings are coming to the surface with more ferocity than I had when I was younger. He may have never had a taste for me when I was underage, but the years have crossed the border where it can be wrong and right at the same time.
I think so, at least. I don’t know what he’s thinking. I just see the excitement he’s fighting.
“How long is this song?” Bram’s words get caught in his throat when I press my body against him and begin my dismount.
“Long enough…” I push his hands away and move mine to my hips.
My panties are the only thing left for me to remove. I actually got carried away and didn’t time it right. Max will probably forgive me since it’s my first time, but I should have danced a little more before I got to this point. It just means Bram is going to get my naked body on full display for a little longer than he should.
“Do you have to take those off?” Bram leans forward.
“Yes.” I smile. “Max prides himself on offering the full experience—on the stage and behind the curtain.”
I wiggle my hips as I slide my panties down my thighs. The instant the fabric rubs against my pussy, I realize I’m wet. That definitely isn’t part of the deal. Max won’t notice from the
