“All the time. Sometimes the customers bring in their wives, and if the wives are cool, they have a good time. It’s those wives that will ask if we give lessons in pole dancing or stripping. None of us are professional instructors, but we can teach what we know. Did you know you can buy your own pole online to use at home?”
“Yeah,” Justin said with a big wide smile. “I got her one for Christmas last year.”
Charity leaned into him and kissed him. “He sure did. He was very appreciative of my efforts, but I think I’d learn more from interacting with a teacher than I did from watching the video. I’d like to talk to you sometime about that. I’ll bet Rachel would fall all over herself signing up for those lessons, too.”
“Now see, this is what makes this job fun,” Cami said to Charity. “You girls get that we do this for a living and that we’re not hooker sleazebags trying to steal your husbands. Unfortunately, not all the women that come in with their husbands are cool with it. They want to prove something to themselves, and they get uncomfortable or self-conscious and wind up resenting us, their husbands, or themselves. This is entertainment, and I have no desire to run off with anyone’s man.”
“Does your boyfriend come in while you work? Is he okay with you doing your job?” Charity asked.
Cami replied, “We have a unique situation, not typical at all. He’s also a dancer. Contrary to popular opinion, male strippers are not all gay, nor are they self-obsessed. He stripped during his college days to help pay his tuition because he could make more doing that than waiting tables and had more time for studying. He’s working tonight at the club you told me your sister took Rachel to.” She patted Eli’s chest. “He may be giving her a lap dance right now!”
In an oddly bizarre way, Eli found that both amusing and acceptable. If he’d been questioned yesterday what he thought about any man giving Rachel a lap dance, he would have gone ballistic, but Charity was handling things well on this end, and he was confident that Adam was having similar good luck at the other club.
“Really!” Charity laughed at the irony. “What’s his name?”
“His stage name is Brandon, but his real name is Jacob. He prefers to not use his real name. A lot of us do that.”
“Is Cami your real name, if you don’t mind me asking?” Charity asked in a lower voice.
“Not at all. It’s short for Camilla. No one’s called me Cami since high school, except for here. I like things simple. So are you going to take me up on my earlier offer for a lap dance?” she asked cheekily as she stepped from her chair gracefully and crooked her finger at him. “I promise I’ll mind my manners. I’d be just as territorial as Rachel if you were my fiancé. Come with me, and I’ll make this as painless as possible for you.” She grinned wickedly, swinging her hips, her breasts bobbing like little ripe melons as she seated him on the low couch against the wall.
More cheering cat calls came from the men at his table, but he ignored them and grinned admiringly up at her as he sat on his hands. “I’m helpless. Do your worst.”
“You know that old expression, right? ‘When I’m good I’m really good—’”
He nodded and laughed. “‘But when I’m bad, I’m even better?’ Yeah, Rachel used it on me earlier this evening. You two should meet.”
“Your fiancée sounds so cool! Does she like to dance?” she asked as she slid down over his thighs, grinding on his knee.
“The first time I saw her, she was dancing. I was half in love by the time ‘Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy’ was finished playing.”
She looked surprised and said, “Shooey! That was a close call! It was a toss-up what to play for my last dance earlier, and I picked a holiday number over ‘Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy.’ I wouldn’t have wanted to mess that up for you.” She smiled sassily as she shook her breasts right in his face, careful to not touch his hair when she gripped his shoulders. “Tell me what she’s like,” she said, dancing for him but distracting him with questions about Rachel at the same time, bless her, because she was good.
“Tall, beautiful, brunette, voluptuous and perfect. She’s self-confident and sassy, like you. She works as a bookkeeper, but she is also a writer. She just finished her first book.”
Cami carefully turned in his lap and gave him an up close view of her tight little tush, saying cheekily, “Sorry, Eli, it’s not a lap dance if I don’t do that move at least once. I don’t want management to think you got cheated. What does she write?”
Eli chuckled, thinking she’d probably never had to explain why she used that move before. “She writes erotic romance.”
She turned to look at him in pleased surprise. “Hot damn! Good for her! I hope I get to read her book someday.”
“Me, too.”
“I’ll bet you’re her muse, aren’t you?” she asked as she shook her breasts in his face again. He smiled but must have looked doubtful because she added, “Trust me, Eli, you are definitely muse material.”
“Thanks, Cami. You’re a real sweetheart.”
“Back at ya! I’ve enjoyed getting to visit with you tonight. That Charity is a real hoot, too. Her sister sounds like a peach.”
She climbed from his lap, and he rose from the bench. “Grace and Rachel are close. She and my sister are the ones planning our wedding. She’s multi-talented.”
Charity cackled, looking at the screen on her phone as they returned to the table. “Shit a monkey! Look at this!”
Justin looked and frowned at Eli. “Dude, it’s a picture of Rachel getting a lap dance. You sure you wanna look?”
Eli scoffed and held out his hand for the phone. “Man, the woman trusts and loves me enough to arrange for me to have a couple of lap dances in a strip club, how can I object? Adam is right there with her. He probably interviewed and fingerprinted that dancer before he let him anywhere near Rachel.”
Cami held out her hand. “Can I see?” Charity handed her the phone first, and she grinned and laughed as she said, “Guess who that is dancing for her.” She turned the phone so he could see.
Eli looked at the picture on the screen. Rachel was sitting in a low, armless chair, her hands in her lap as a male stripper danced for her in a leather G-string. She was smiling and laughing gaily in the picture, looking like she was having a blast. Then he noticed her zippers. They were right where he had left them, zipped all the way down.
“Your boyfriend?”
“Yep! And oooh, Eli! She is hotter than hell in all that leather. You two make the perfect couple. Wanna take a picture to send back to her?”
She and Charlotta posed with Eli, and Charity sent the picture to Adam’s phone. A text came back a minute later.
Wow! They’re pretty!
Ask them if they give striptease lessons for me?
I love you, honey!
He chuckled when Charity showed him the message then showed it to Cami and Charlotta.
“Tell your fiancée we’ll both give her lessons. You, too, Charity,” Charlotta said.
“And Grace, too!” Cami added, giggling playfully when both Jack and Ethan perked up at that news.
“Hot damn!” Jack hollered.
“Hell yeah!” Ethan yelled. “Charity, text Adam back and let him know. Lessons for any of the ladies who want them are on me.”
The girls stayed for a little while longer, finishing their drinks. The men talked Brice into accepting the lap dance offered by the sexy little dancer with short, spiky, black hair. He behaved himself like a perfect gentleman, saying only appropriately complimentary things to her, and tipped her generously when she was finished.
The driver arrived at eleven, and the two dancers rose from their seats and thanked all the men for their generosity. They both gave Eli a light peck on the cheek and wished him and Rachel all the best and promised to get their boyfriends to bring them out to The Dancing Pony soon. They told Charity they’d let her know when, after she gave them her number. Charity texted Adam to let him know they were about to leave and return to The Pony and
Adam texted back, saying all the girls were ready to return to the club, too.
Sounding a little nervous, Brice asked, “What are we gonna do when we get there and they smell other women’s perfume on us?” Eli had personally heard Corina assure Brice he should have a good time. She’d said she had a friend who was a stripper in college and that she trusted Brice. It was obvious the poor guy didn’t want to screw up with his sweet little girlfriend.
“No, the question you need to ask yourselves,” Charity replied, “is what you’re going to do when the women get out of the limo and smell like other men’s cologne? You call it even and let it go.” She typed on her cell phone keyboard. “Because they’re asking themselves the same question right now. Pointing at the phone, she said, “See? I just saved you a relationship dilemma. Now let’s go dance. I need to shake it, baby.”
Chapter Forty-seven
Eli climbed out of the vehicle and waited with the others on the sidewalk as the ladies’ limo pulled up. The limousines arrived within a few minutes of each other at The Dancing Pony. He reached for one of the door handles and opened the door, holding his hand out to assist the women.
Eli smiled to see them all bubbly and cheerful from their fun evening. Rachel waited and exited the vehicle last as all the couples were all reunited. Eli wrapped his long arms around Rachel’s curvy, leather-clad body and kissed her hard. When he released her, she grinned and swiped a gentle finger on his cheek and held it up.
“Body glitter is a new look for you,” she said with a sexy chuckle.
“You, too,” he replied, wiping a smudge from her bare shoulder. “Aren’t you cold?”
“A little, now that I’m out of the car.” She gestured to her arms and shoulders. “I noticed when we left that I have it all over my arms. I wanted to clean up in the ladies’ room first, so I don’t get it inside my new jacket. If my jacket is going to smell like cologne, I want it to be yours only.”
“Do you feel like staying and dancing?” he asked as the other couples talked.
“Yeah, I do. Is that okay?”
“Of course. Let me know when you’re ready to leave and we’re out of here.”
Peter, Renata, Elijah, and Kelly all said their goodnights, and the others went inside to dance and hang out together a while longer. As Eli and Rachel strode in, Eli felt the caveman reassert some territoriality in his psyche as he saw how many men stared at Rachel in her corset and miniskirt.
* * * *
Rachel saw Eli watching her as she returned from cleaning up in the ladies’ room. She recognized the intense look in his eyes and smiled while she slowly sauntered across the club toward him. Dressed in her leather outfit, she felt like a siren calling out to his body to respond, and respond it definitely did. A suggestive smile spread slowly across Rachel’s face as she went into his arms and felt the large, hard bulge pressed against her belly. He pulled her onto the dance floor as a classic, romantic song began to play. Keith Whitley crooned the lyrics to “When You Say Nothing At All” as she stroked his back through the black silkiness of his long hair and rested her cheek against his chest, utterly happy.
“I want to tell you something, Rachel. But I don’t want for you to think I expect that you had a similar experience, okay? I know you’re only human, just like me.”
Her confusion must have shown on her face because he forged on immediately. “There were beautiful women everywhere we looked, who were good at their jobs, but not one of them aroused me the way you do. Sure, a well-executed move or a particularly teasing view might have rendered a tingle or two, but I only got truly rock-hard one time tonight. You know when that was?” he asked as she smiled softly up at him and shook her head. “It was when I heard your soft, sexy voice on Charity’s cell phone when you called.”
He laughed softly. “Cami had on little white high heels just like that pair of shiny black heels you wear with the strap over the top, and even that didn’t do it for me. All you have to do is walk into a room with those on, fully clothed, and my cock is ready for action.”
She felt her cheeks flush and giggled. “Really? And she was topless, wasn’t she?”
“Totally. They were both terrific, but they didn’t do it for me. Now, here we are dancing and talking, and I’m hard and ready to take you right now. It’s like my cock missed you and wasn’t considering any substitutes.”
She smiled. “A hard man is good to find,” she said in her best sexy vamp voice. He threw his head back and laughed with her.
“I’ll bet you and Cami would be great friends, given the chance.”
“Speaking of Cami, her boyfriend, Brandon, was one of the dancers Adam hired to entertain me for the evening. He pointed her out in the picture Charity sent Adam. He and I had an interesting, if cryptic, conversation.”
“Really?”
Rachel nodded, happy to share the exchange with him. “He saw and understood my tag. He knew to look at the back. He made a point of asking me to tell you that he was honored to be one of the ones chosen to entertain me. They were both awesome and never said or did anything to raise Adam’s eyebrows. I had fun but never had to worry that they would get too…overt.
“I want you to know something else, too. That place was wall-to-wall muscled, sexy bodies, and not a one of them held a candle to the man I love. Their oiled pecs and abs were nothing compared to my man’s. It was all fun, and I had a fantastic time, never doubt it. But it was a little like vacationing on the Texas Gulf Coast if I lived in the Caribbean. Probably a lot of fun, but I couldn’t wait to get back home. You’re my home, Eli,” she said, sighing happily when he gathered her to him and lifted her off her feet and kissed her tenderly.
“You’re good at putting your feelings into words, angel. You are home to me, as well. And I love coming home.” He growled, nuzzling her throat. “You’re hot, angel. Do you want to take off this heavy jacket?” he asked, peeling her jacket from one shoulder. The cool air felt good against her hot flesh.
She’d been a little warm but had decided that she probably should leave the jacket on for his benefit. When they’d re-entered the club earlier, she’d gotten a lot of looks. She nodded. “But only if it’s all right with you, Eli. I know there’s a lot of me showing tonight.”
He growled again. “Mmm, there sure is. I love every inch of it. But you’re not leaving my side for the rest of the evening, so I don’t mind.” He helped her out of it and held it over his arm as they continued dancing. “You are absolutely incredible tonight, Rachel. When I set eyes on you earlier…You are my queen. Do you understand that? You give yourself to me completely, but ultimately it is me who is your slave.”
“You see? That’s why no man could ever compete with you. I have the same feelings for you. I’m your slave, to do with as you will.”
He leaned toward her and kissed her, then said in his deep, rumbling sexy voice, “Well, my slave girl, I want you to dance for me. Were you and the girls planning on dancing for us tonight?”
“Mmm, would you like that, baby?” she replied, radiant with happiness.
As the song ended, they returned to the table where the others sat. He placed her jacket over her chair back and pulled Ethan aside, speaking quietly to him. Ethan grinned and nodded then turned to speak to Grace and excused himself from the table as the others talked.
Grace leaned over to her and said, “Ethan is arranging a good dance song for us. I wasn’t sure how Eli would feel about you dancing tonight in your leathers, but Ethan says Eli wants a dance song for us. He’s asking the DJ to play it next.”
“Good, because I’m certainly in the mood.” She rubbed up against Eli, smiling when he growled softly. She looked up and caught him ogling her cleavage. “See something you like, handsome?” she asked and bit her lip suggestively.
“I see something I need.” The deep, wanting way he said it made her pussy begin to warm and throb, desire for him flaring inside her. Desire to be away from this crowd.
She turned to him, looking into
his sensual gray gaze. “After I dance for you, I want to go home.” She pulled him to her and spoke softly, “I want to go home, and I want you to make love to me. I need you.” Her voice felt shaky.
He straightened and looked in her eyes with promise in his own. He helped her into her chair and casually put his hands on her knees. Anyone looking would have at first assumed he was caressing her legs, showing her affection. But his fingers flicked the tabs on the zippers at the hem of her leather skirt open. He leaned into her and kissed her tenderly, and her heart pounded as she felt the vibration of the heavy metal teeth unzipping a little at a time until they were locked back in place where she had them earlier.
Oh, boy.
“You’re with me now,” he said as his fingers gently slid into the slits the zippers created and caressed her inner thighs above her fishnet stockings. Oh, hell yeah she was right with him, right now. “Be ready to leave when the song is done, angel,” he murmured.
Ethan returned to the table so he could have a front row seat for the show. Grace went to Ethan to kiss him and thank him and whispered in Jack and Adam’s ears before kissing them, as well.
Rachel grinned at Grace when they both recognized the song Ethan had chosen for them. Jason Aldean’s “My Kinda Party” began to pound over the sound system, and Rachel and Grace moved away from their men onto the dance floor, joined there by Kathleen, Charity, Corina, and Rosemary.
Rachel smiled when Angel non-verbally affirmed Teresa’s choice to sit and watch, drawing her closer to him and kissing the top of her head. He didn’t look disappointed in the least. Rachel thought the two of them together were brilliant. Angel did not need another Patricia in his life. He needed someone whose waters ran deep and was quiet and stable. Sane sure helped, too.
Rachel turned, rolling and grinding her hips as Eli stood at the edge of the dance floor. She gradually moved closer to him as she rocked and swayed. Rachel slid the backs of her fingertips up her waist, over the sides of her breasts and her collarbones, then into her hair, lifting it off her neck. Her palms slid back down and traced over the leather covering her ass and hips then down her thighs as she ground down as low as she dared before she came back up, turning her back to Eli. Thrusting out her ass in a risqué move, she slapped it, hard. His eyebrows shot up in his only perceivable reaction.
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