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Stripped: Seducing the Showgirl
After quitting her job at the department store, Candy needs a way to pay the bills - FAST. She finds herself in the dressing room of the most upmarket strip club in town, wondering what she has gotten herself into.
Colton Drake, billionaire playboy and owner of the club, spots her immediately and is desperate to have her, to know her secret - what it is about Candy that drives him wild. Read Seducing the Showgirl, a 4431 word story, to see the naive Candy get a crash course in exotic dancing and pleasure!
The moment the door closed, I was trapped. Pressed roughly against the wall, with Colton's strong arms like a cage surrounding me. Even in my heels, I barely came up to his shoulder.
The air between us was electric with anticipation. Surely he wouldn't go for me. My mind fought the lust that raged like a fire between my thighs, making my legs go weak beneath me.
He leant his head down towards mine, nuzzling my neck ravenously as he inhaled my scent, taking a moment to linger near the hollows of my collarbone, his searing breath on my naked skin making me shiver with pleasure.
Three words came from his sensuous mouth, in a low, rough whisper. "Dance for me."
Three words that sent me reeling back to reality. A lap dance? I had no idea how to do a lap dance. He's already seen how bad I was... surely he didn't want a repeat?
He finally unpinned me from the wall, turning away and tapping a button on the stereo system. I didn't recognize the tune, but it was low and sensual, with dark rhythms that resonated deep within my pelvis.
As he sunk into an expensive-looking leather armchair, he left his hands dangling casually over the arms of the chair. "I won't touch." The corners of his mouth lifted devilishly.
My legs were trembling, falling prey to a potent mixture of fear and desire. I wanted him so badly, and that terrified me. I began with my back to him, running my hands over my hips as they began to move to the music. I could feel his eyes on me, powerful and arresting as they drank in my curves. Without him even touching me, a shiver ran down my spine.
"Candy," he began, letting the word linger in his mouth as though it tasted as good as it sounded. "Some advice for never trust anybody. Especially men like me."
Colton Drake, billionaire playboy and owner of the club, spots her immediately and is desperate to have her, to know her secret - what it is about Candy that drives him wild. Read Seducing the Showgirl, a 4431 word story, to see the naive Candy get a crash course in exotic dancing and pleasure!
The moment the door closed, I was trapped. Pressed roughly against the wall, with Colton's strong arms like a cage surrounding me. Even in my heels, I barely came up to his shoulder.
The air between us was electric with anticipation. Surely he wouldn't go for me. My mind fought the lust that raged like a fire between my thighs, making my legs go weak beneath me.
He leant his head down towards mine, nuzzling my neck ravenously as he inhaled my scent, taking a moment to linger near the hollows of my collarbone, his searing breath on my naked skin making me shiver with pleasure.
Three words came from his sensuous mouth, in a low, rough whisper. "Dance for me."
Three words that sent me reeling back to reality. A lap dance? I had no idea how to do a lap dance. He's already seen how bad I was... surely he didn't want a repeat?
He finally unpinned me from the wall, turning away and tapping a button on the stereo system. I didn't recognize the tune, but it was low and sensual, with dark rhythms that resonated deep within my pelvis.
As he sunk into an expensive-looking leather armchair, he left his hands dangling casually over the arms of the chair. "I won't touch." The corners of his mouth lifted devilishly.
My legs were trembling, falling prey to a potent mixture of fear and desire. I wanted him so badly, and that terrified me. I began with my back to him, running my hands over my hips as they began to move to the music. I could feel his eyes on me, powerful and arresting as they drank in my curves. Without him even touching me, a shiver ran down my spine.
"Candy," he began, letting the word linger in his mouth as though it tasted as good as it sounded. "Some advice for never trust anybody. Especially men like me."
17 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 24, 2013
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