Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
“That was some good lunch,” he says with a satisfied sigh before flopping into his chair. “Damn bro, the Blue Light Special is always so worth it.”
I turn and look away. This motherfucker is so unreal that it’s insulting. It’s obvious that Eloise just took one for the team because she could tell that Lance was a troublemaker who was ruining the night for the rest of us. In fact, as we watch, the woman staggers to her feet on stage, unsteady in her high heels. Then, discreetly, she bounces up and down on the balls of her feet a bit, as if she wants to shake Lance’s sperm out of her pussy asap. Hell, this woman deserves a raise.
“Aren’t you going to tip her?” my brother growls to our fellow cowboy. “It’s customary after enjoying a girl.”
Lance leans back and nods, his pants still unfastened.
“Oh yeah,” he says lazily. “I’m going to finish my drink first and then I’ll find her afterwards and send her off with a wad of cash. What was her name again?” he drawls as she collects her discarded clothes from the stage. “Elaine? Ellen?”
“Eloise,” I bite out. It’s clear this motherfucker isn’t going to tip. Lance will conveniently “forget” and then Eloise will be left empty-handed with no recourse. I decide to take control of the situation, and reach for my wallet while pulling up the corners of my mouth in a harsh smile at Lance. “In fact, I enjoyed Eloise’s act so much that I’m going to tip her for her trouble.” With that, I pull out a couple hundreds before rolling them up into a thin cylinder. Then, levering my massive bulk out of my chair, I stroll to the stage where the young blonde is currently on her knees, faced away from me, collecting her lunch box.
“Can we help you, Sir?” the MC chortles midway through his patter. “What can I do for you?”
“Nothing,” I say smoothly while pressing the rolled cylinder against Eloise’s pink pussy. The flesh is moist and wet, but fortunately, paper presents no problem. In a second, the roll of bills is inserted into her cunt, and Eloise stiffens momentarily at the sensation, but then turns to look at me over one slim shoulder with grateful eyes.
“Thank you,” she mouths silently before collecting the rest of her stuff and disappearing behind the curtains.
I watch with satisfaction.
“It’s no problem, sweet girl,” I say to no one in particular before returning to my seat. After all, I’ve always had a savior complex, and tonight was no exception. A beautiful young woman was treated horrifically by a wealthy man who held all the cards, and I wasn’t going to have it. I stepped in to make sure she was paid, and the nods from the other men in the audience acknowledge my masculinity. After all, I’m an alpha male, and everything I do increases my influence and power.
My bro nods, his own expression harsh in the dim lights.
“Good call,” he rasps, signaling to the waitress for another drink. Meanwhile, Lance squirms with embarrassment. I see he’s finally gotten it together enough to zip up his fly.
“Why’d you do that?” he whines. “That was my girl, and I was going to tip her. I just had to quench my thirst first.”
“No need to quench. No need for anything,” I state without looking his way. My eyes are fixed on the stage as the lights begin to dim again. “The next girl is coming out, and let’s just say you tip her double, hmm? You think you’re up for it?”
Lance squirms but I’m no longer paying attention because a gorgeous young blonde has just stepped out, and she’s exactly our type. She’s lush with giant breasts covered only by the tiniest pasties, as well as a miniscule purple g-string that shields her bulging clit. I say bulging because the outline of her clit is visible beneath the thin fabric.
“Holy shit,” my twin grunts gutturally beside me. “Goddamn.”
Goddamn indeed because I think we just found the woman of our dreams … and as she turns to face us, our eyes meet and the connection is sizzling.
3
Kiki
What am you doing? the voice in my head shrieks. You’re supposed to be a good girl, remember? You’re starting over.
But I push the voice out of my head because frankly, I’ve had enough of it. I get sick of myself sometimes, and the constant back talk annoys me. So I smile as the music begins to play and swivel my hips, making my girls bounce enticingly. The MC is still babbling about something or other, but I ignore him because no one cares what he’s saying. These men are about female flesh, and now, I’m in their crosshairs.
But I love the male attention, to be honest, because it makes me feel seen. Although I can’t make out much under the blinding spotlight, I can sense huge, shadowy figures seated at the tables surrounding the stage. The testosterone in the air makes my skin tingle, and my thighs clench together in anticipation. Even my clit pulses a bit as my nipples tighten because this is going to be fun. With a saucy smile, I shimmy seductively before spinning on one heel to show off my round rear end.