Bram shifts uncomfortably in his seat. My eyes are drawn to the front of his pants where a noticeable bulge is present. That isn’t unexpected behind the curtain; Rhonda told me it’s pretty common. Seeing that reaction from Bram still surprises me.
“Do you really want to do this for guys every night?” Bram seems to snap back to his senses, and there is some venom in his words. “Let people you don’t even know touch you?”
“We’ve discussed this already…” I move into his lap to begin the final sequence of my routine. “It doesn’t matter what I want.”
“It does matter.” Bram grits his teeth as I rub against him, feeling a hard cock for the first time in my life.
“After this song ends, you can go. Just forget all about me, okay? I’m doing what I have to for my family.” I keep moving the way I should, even though we seem to be descending into an argument. Max won’t know the difference from his vantage point.
“I’m not going to forget all about you…” His tone loses some of the venom.
I doubt I’ll forget him either. I certainly won’t forget that he is the first guy I’ve ever danced for, the first guy I’ve ever been even slightly intimate with. It doesn’t feel like something I want to do with strangers every night. Underneath it all, I like doing it for Bram, and the thought of bringing other guys behind the curtain is starting to lose all of the luster it had when I asked Max if I could.
“Touch me…” I move on his lap and lift my ass so that my pussy is almost in his face. “This is the part where you should…”
That is true. Every dance I watched, the guys had their hands all over the girls in the final minute of the routine, and Max just nodded in agreement with what was going on. Rhonda told me that as long as they don’t pull out their cock, try to use their tongue, or actually penetrate you, it’s fair game behind the curtain.
“Fuck.” Max exhales sharply, and then I feel his hands on my ass.
He moves his hands slow, cupping both sides of my ass and squeezing before sliding a finger against the tender skin on the side of my pussy. I’m getting wetter—close to actually dripping. He obviously sees that. I run my hands down his legs, up his thighs, and stop short of touching his cock. That isn’t allowed, unless I’m grinding against him during the dance.
I’m trapped in a moment I never expected to be in, but I like it. Bram’s hands feel so good on my skin that it’s almost natural. My body is reacting to him the way it did when I was alone in my bed so long ago. That buried desire never truly left; it was just hidden below the surface because I stopped seeing him on a regular basis.
I’ve always wanted Bram. I still do. But it is as impossible now as it was back then. There are more complications now, even if my age isn’t one of them.
“The music is about to end…” I hear the final beat and lower myself into his lap for one final grind—one final grind that is followed by a gasp and a light spasm when my clit presses against his cock.
Then I come…
Chapter Eight
Bram
“Oh god.” Kiana trembles when she sinks into my lap—I feel her body shake the moment her clit touches my cock.
I’m in shock for a moment. She’s been wet since her panties hit the floor. I figured it was because she hadn’t been behind the curtain before. I didn’t expect her to orgasm during my lap dance. But she does.
Her pussy quivers against my cock. It makes my entire body shudder, and my cock throbs in response. That seems to send another wave of pleasure through her. I pull my hands away in an instant.
“I’m sorry!” Kiana slides off my lap and starts gathering her clothes.
“It’s…” I reach out for her wrist. “It’s okay.”
“I don’t think my boss is going to feel that way!” She pulls away from me and disappears through the curtain that leads to the back part of the club.
I want to make sure she’s okay. I adjust my pants as I get up and find a wet spot where her pussy touched me. I take a step through the curtains, and it’s so dark that it takes a moment for my eyes to adjust. Kiana is nowhere in sight, but one of the bouncers is. He’s at the end of the hallway and notices me immediately.
“Sir, you can’t come back here.” He starts walking my way.
Fight a bouncer? No. That’s not a good idea at all. Not if I want to be able to get into this club again. Kiana was obviously overcome with emotions and embarrassed by what happened. She probably doesn’t want to see me anyway.
“I think I got turned around.” I play it off and walk back through the curtains.
He doesn’t follow me. That’s the best outcome for both of us. I take another moment to let some of the excitement die down and for my erection to recede before I walk back out into the club.
The guys I bid against stare at me for a brief second before their attention returns to the dancer on the stage. I need a fucking drink.
“Can I get a whiskey, neat?” I motion to the bartender.
I don’t plan on staying long. I just need to down a glass of whiskey for the road. The bartender puts it down in front of me and gives me a nod. I pay him and guzzle it. I could use another, but I don’t really want to have it here.
“Quite a dance you got back there, huh?” Someone walks
