by Brit Blaise
She stepped wider to give him access.
Beth tried not to panic as tension coiled tight in her belly and shot straight to her sex. “Oh, my."
Why hadn't she taken a larger dose of the elixir? She had one day's worth, a single day, no more. Madam Parushka refused to be responsible until together they worked out Beth's proper dosage. She said an overdose could make Beth's hair fall out—or worse, allow her panic to return at an inappropriate time. But then again, was there ever an appropriate time to suffer a panic attack? Beth really needed to start living again, but no way would she risk going bald.
From the moment Beth had spotted Nick, she'd become a true believer in the elixir's special magic; its power to allow her to begin living again. As unbelievable as it seemed, Nick was one of her fantasies too. She'd been living in the apartment below his for almost a year and watched him come and go from her living room window.
Beth never dreamed she'd find her devastatingly handsome neighbor working in a strip club. He didn't appear the type with his clean-cut good looks, even though he had the imposing size of bodyguard. Finding Nick made perfect sense. When Madam Parushka suggested Beth start her reentry into the world by becoming a stripper for a night—one single perfect night of exhibitionism—Beth thought she couldn't do it. Seeing Nick when she walked inside the Cat Club Lounge had not only been reassuring, it was proof positive the elixir would work. He'd unknowingly helped her.
From the moment she'd laid eyes on the tall, muscular hunk in tight jeans and a black T-shirt outlining his chiseled physique, she'd wanted him. And she intended to have him if possible. She just didn't think she'd have the nerve to proposition him. But then again, if she could pretend to be the exotic dancer, Mandy Minx, then Beth could do anything. Madam Parushka was right.
He disappointed her when his hand didn't claim the prize. After he removed the bill, so slowly he had her squirming, he held it under his nose. “Aah. I think I'll keep this and give you another in exchange."
He shocked her. The primal action elicited an immediate response when moisture flooded the place previously occupied by the second twenty. He found the smell of her sex exciting? His earthy scent certainly intoxicated her. If only she could get to her bottle of Madam Parushka's elixir. Just a drop on her tongue and she'd have him for sure. Wouldn't she?
"I didn't realize a man would find the smell of ... the smell of—"
"The smell of pussy?” He ended the sentence she didn't seem to be able to finish. “What made you choose this profession when you're so sensitive?"
Nick evidently mistook her excitement for something else. “Sensitive? You have no idea. Could you excuse me? I think I need to visit the little girl's room.” She retrieved her purse from under her dressing table and clutched it to her chest.
When Nick started to stand, she placed a hand on his shoulder. “No, stay here. I'll be back in a couple of minutes,” she told him.
He stood anyway. “It's last call. I need to get out there and help the boss clear everyone out of the club. It won't be easy after you got them worked up. Bet they don't put you on last tomorrow night."
Beth didn't intend to dance a second night. Once was enough. Besides she wouldn't have any elixir left. “I'll see you out front.” She headed toward the employees’ restroom where she could take a quick sip from the elixir bottle in her purse..
By the time Beth walked back into her dressing area, Nick had gone and the twenty-dollar bill waited on her dressing table. She reached for it as someone groaned loudly in the dressing room adjacent to hers. Only a second later the sound of flesh slapping flesh and heavy breathing couldn't be mistaken. She only needed to peek through the curtain to see.
The urge to look surprised her.
The tingling inside her made it hard not to touch herself to relieve the itch.
Was it the elixir? She'd never had voyeuristic tendencies as far as she knew, but Beth couldn't resist. She moved her stool, careful not to scrape the legs on the floor and alert the people in the next cubicle. In the corner she knew the curtain wasn't attached since it had hung halfway open when she'd first arrived. Taking care not to touch the canvas wall with more than the tips of her fingers, she slid it open.
They stood so close to her ... she jerked back. Three of them. Three?
It took several moments listening to the pants and smacking flesh before she regained the nerve to peek a second time. She couldn't or wouldn't resist the impulse. The elixir made her brave and beyond curious. One of headline dancers, Fanny Feline, had her mouth on one man's cock, while a second man pumped into her from the rear. Beth had never considered having two men at once. She'd only given oral sex once and had never been fucked in the ass.
The sight made moisture pool between Beth's legs. The smell of sex hit her nose and she thought of Nick, what he'd done with the bill earlier. She grew excited watching them ... very much so.
Fanny pulled away from the man in front of her and straightened. The man to her rear stilled. She put her one leg up on her stool and the man who'd had his cock in her mouth only a second before sank to his knees in front of her. When he used both thumbs to separate the folds of her completely hairless pussy, Fanny's large clit jutted out like a miniature penis. The man began to suck, and Fanny's head lolled to the side while she panted loudly.
The man in back moved more slowly with Fanny standing. Beth looked up to his face.
Her heart skipped a single beat and then another.
He was staring at her!
Frozen by his stare, Beth heard Fanny start to squeak between harsh pants. Beth needed to get out of there before he said something ... confronted her for watching them. She released the curtain and took a step back nearly falling over her stool. She caught herself and ran out of her dressing room.
"Are you going home like that?"
Beth nearly collided with Nick in her haste to put distance between herself and the young man who'd seen her watching him fuck Fanny. “No, I ... I...” The man was probably just legal enough to gain entrance into the strip club.
Beth didn't want to think about the ramifications if he wasn't legal age. She shuddered.
* * * *
Nick smiled. He didn't know what had Mandy stammering and nervous, but he could guess. The girls often entertained in their dressing rooms. He needed to calm her and talk privately. “Do you need a ride home?"
Mandy clutched her robe and hugged her purse. “I'm not dressed."
"I'm looking forward to seeing what's behind your mask.” He wasn't lying. He wanted to see her without it in the worst way. “You don't want anyone here to know the real you?"
"When Art gave me the job, he said he was okay if I didn't show my face. He said he had girls in the past who never allowed anyone to see them ... ever."
"Makes sense, but I guess this means going for coffee is out.” He really needed to question her ... to see if she could remember anything about the customer who'd slipped her the twenty It wouldn't be easy since there was no way she would have seen the denomination of the bill while she danced. But maybe there was something to set this guy apart from the others. Nick needed to find out. She kept staring over her shoulder like she was worried someone was after her. “Is something wrong?"
"No, I thought I saw a mouse in my dressing room. Maybe we could talk once everyone's gone. Maybe I could even dance for you ... a private dance. I don't think I'm coming back after tonight."
Nick didn't know what to say. She had to return. She'd captured the attention of the counterfeiter and he needed to watch her even more closely next time she danced and probably have additional agents in the club to help. At the same time, he experienced a twinge of guilt. This counterfeiter had a lot to lose and didn't seem particularly smart if he passed money in the same place twice. Nick wondered if the guy would be tempted to pass twice because of Mandy. He evidently had a hard-on for strippers. Mandy had the right stuff to keep him coming back. What right did he have to want Mandy to place herself in the middle
of an ongoing investigation? “You made a lot of money tonight."
"I haven't counted it yet. It's more than I thought I'd make."
"But you're quitting when you just started?"
"When Art hired me, I told him I didn't know if I'd stay. He didn't have a problem with me performing for one night only."
"After the performance you gave, I'd take bets he's changed his mind about that.” Nick heard a commotion by the door. “Looks like Art needs my help. I'll be back.” He left Mandy nervously twisting her reddish tresses around her finger. Something was definitely bothering her. Something she hadn't revealed ... yet.
By the time Nick helped the owner of Cat Club load the last drunk into a cab, he didn't expect to see Mandy still waiting with a beer bottle in each hand. She didn't look like a beer kind of girl, let alone straight from the bottle. She handed one toward him almost hesitantly. He was about to ask her what was wrong when Art interrupted and tapped her on the shoulder with one hand while he hid his other behind his back. As Mandy turned, he presented her with a cheap bouquet of flowers. “These were left at the door for you. You already have a secret admirer."
Mandy sat her bottle on a nearby table, took the bouquet and searched through the crumpled cellophane. “Here's a card.” She pulled it from the flowers and opened it. “More money.” She palmed the wad of bills and opened the card for only a moment before her eyes darkened and she crushed it.
Nick could see the bills were twenties. He itched to get his fingers on them to see if they were counterfeit too. He had a gut feeling they were.
Art slapped Nick on the back. “Looks like you got competition."
Nick ignored him. “Mandy and I are going to talk a while. I'll finish stacking the chairs and lock up.” Nick wanted the opportunity to get his hands on the flowers, money and card. And most of all, he needed to get Mandy to talk.
"Where would someone get flowers this time of night?” Mandy asked.
"I wondered that myself,” Nick said. He needed to get an agent to the store where they'd been purchased.
"I recognize the wrapping,” Art volunteered. “These are from the drug store around the corner. I've taken home flowers for the missus now and then from there. Speaking of the missus, I'm taking off."
Nick didn't speak until he locked the door behind Art. “Looks like it's just the two of us."
She blinked her beautiful eyes and glanced back toward the dressing rooms. “Fanny Feline is still in her dressing room. She has company with her."
"You stay here. I'll hurry her along."
Mandy placed her fingertips on his arm like she wanted to stop him. He patted her hand. “This will only take a second."
"But..."
"I'll be right back.” He really needed to get someone to check out the drug store for counterfeit bills. When he didn't find anyone in the dressing rooms, he locked the back door and called his office for an agent. Next he needed to check out the money from the flowers. He thought about just telling her who he was and confiscating the money, but he didn't want to blow his cover, especially if he was close to making an arrest. He couldn't risk her knowledge giving him away.
Her words about wanting to dance for him repeated over in his brain. How could he resist her long enough to focus on his job?
CHAPTER 3
"Ever since I saw this, I thought of the possibilities. My mind is suddenly taking me in new directions.” Mandy reached up to attach the fur-lined handcuff to the pole on her left.
What was she thinking? Nick grabbed his beer from the table, next to her open purse and drank.
When she reached to the pole on her right with a second set of handcuffs hanging from her wrist, Nick knew what she intended. He'd only seen one set of cuffs. Of course to his credit, he'd been preoccupied with the heart-shaped pasties and skimpy G-string she still wore.
"I need your help with this. I can't fasten it myself."
Nick vacillated between fastening the remaining cuff and running for his life. He took a strong pull, emptied the bottle and sat it on the table next to the stage. This woman had his number. She was dangling his fantasy in front of him. She couldn't know. He'd never told anyone ... ever.
Her eyes glowed with heat as she gave him a come-hither smile. “Fasten me? And start my song again?"
Her song? He didn't know if he could go a second round, especially with her cuffed between the two poles. “Are you sure about this?"
She looked away from him and stared at his beer bottle. “I'm sure, but I may've gone about it wrong. Maybe one person's fantasy is another person's turn-off. Maybe I should go slower with you."
Turn-off? Why was she staring at his bottle? He'd suspected he'd been in law enforcement too long and was seeing things where there wasn't anything suspicious to see. Nick didn't want her to go. He needed information. He needed ... her.
He gave a shrug and disconnected his brain before he stepped toward the pole to fasten her dangling cuff. “I'll get the music."
At the sound of the ballsy jungle beat, she started to move. His cock went from semi-hard to steel in seconds. He moved away from the sound system to take the table right in front of her. Where he really wanted to be was in her.
He didn't dare go there.
As she danced, straining and thrusting between the two poles, the earth seemed to move under his feet and suddenly Nick became King Kong looking at his own personal sacrifice, the lovely virgin. Only there was no way Mandy could be a virgin and King Kong was a myth or something ... And as she strained like the maiden being offered to the jungle gods, Nick started to sweat.
He wanted to beat his chest.
He wanted ... her.
Nick jumped from his chair to fall to his knees in front of her and bury his face against the satin triangle at the juncture of her long legs. The enticing fragrance of her sex made him crazy. He'd never wanted like he wanted now. Not even close.
He pulled back to look up into her face. She gave a single nod and arched toward him. Nick pulled at the elastic of her G-string and tugged it down, allowing her to step out of it. She had a small triangle of foamy curls to entice him, but otherwise was neatly trimmed. He already knew that from having his hands between her legs to remove the twenty.
He placed both of his hands behind her, cupped her firm ass and brought her toward his mouth. When he gave her an open-mouthed kiss, she tensed for only a moment before she relaxed against him.
He didn't understand how he could go from taking a high moral road, mentally rejecting her, to giving her pleasure without reservations. It was as if he'd released all inhibitions with no concern for the consequences. He'd never acted on impulse ... never.
Until now...
He chose to think about it later.
* * * *
No sooner had Nick started to suck her clit than Beth experienced the most delicious spasm imaginable. She might not have much experience, but she knew how to have an orgasm on her own. However, instead of slamming into her with such force it almost wasn't recognizable, the pleasure lingered and built with each passing second. She didn't have a clue oral sex could feel this good ... better than good and she clenched her pelvic muscles to keep the sensation from slipping away.
This was something she'd never forget.
When the pleasure ratcheted still higher she pulled at her fur-lined cuffs, trying to gain control. He already had her hanging in the stars. Could there possibly be more?
As impossible as it seemed, she continued to climb. She panted, squeaked, moaned and then screamed as she tumbled over the sharp edge of pleasure. “Stop,” she panted, but he had no mercy as he continued to pull with his mouth. “I didn't know..."
When he'd wrung every spasm from her, he stood to gather her into his arms. “I need to be inside you,” he said.
The sound of his pants unzipping made her twitch in anticipation, but her conscience bothered her. What if he was acting on her fantasy? He could only have ingested a few drops of elixir in her beer that he'd d
runk before she realized he'd picked up her bottle by mistake. What if the elixir allowed him to do something he wouldn't ordinarily do? “Wait."
He stopped, his eyes hot with desire.
"You finished my beer."
"And you're worried about that now?"
"I put a couple drops of Madam Parushka's special elixir in my beer. You drank my beer. Yours is still on the table."
"You what?"
The sound of his voice told Beth he wasn't happy. When he pulled back, she wanted to hold onto him. “It won't hurt you, but I thought you should know. You may be doing this because it's part of my fantasy."
"What does this elixir do exactly?"
"It releases dreams and fantasies."
He huffed a breath, sounding much like relief. “I don't believe in that stuff."
"No really. It works. I'm proof positive. I'm not really a stripper. I haven't left my house for almost two years, so how else could I have come here tonight and danced in front of a roomful of men.” How could she make him believe?
"And you drink this stuff without feeling sick? It could be dangerous or a controlled substance."
"Madam Parushka promised there's nothing harmful if it's taken for no longer than a week. Even so, she'd only give me a single day's worth. She wanted to see how I handled it, but she assured me there are no short-term affects. I feel nothing when I drink it. But my most secret dreams come true."
He laughed and cupped her chin. “For a moment you had me worried.” He slanted her head and kissed her. The touch of his lips, soft, yet demanding, erased her unease. When he deepened the kiss, she opened to him. It gave her pause to first smell and then to taste herself upon his lips. It was another first. How many new experiences could she have in a day's time? She wanted more.