Page 2 of Private Dancer

“You know I love you guys, and we’ve never fought over a woman before, but damn, I want her.” I nod to the dance floor, our curvy Goddess still thrusting her hips while she touches her body.

“I’m pretty sure we all want her,” Ryan adds, his eyes never leaving the dance floor.

“So what do we do?” Jake asks.

“She might not even be interested in any of us.” Ryan shrugs.

“Oh, she’s interested, all right. Look at how she’s touching herself and looking at us. I just can’t tell which one of us she is looking at.” I squint, trying to decide which one of us she is looking at.

She whispers something to her friend before working her way over to us. She stops in front of our table but hesitates for some reason. I can’t risk her running away from us, so I reach over and gently squeeze her arm, “Going somewhere, Beauty?”

two

Bri

“Isn’t this place great!” My classmate, Kara, yells over the beat of the loudspeakers thumping through the hottest new club in town, The Secret Dungeon. It’s a cross between a dance club and a sex club.

The dance floor is packed tight with beautiful young women wearing short, tight dresses, their bare skin glowing under the dance floor lights, giving them an extra sense of sex appeal to all the horny guys waiting on the edges of the dance floor for any sign to join them on the dance floor.

I glance down at my own dress, feeling a little prudish, next to these half-naked women. It’s not that my dress isn’t sexy. It’s just a different kind of sexy. A classy, sexy. It hugs all my curves perfectly, and I should know since I spent hours sewing and customizing the dress to accentuate my body without looking too slutty.

Besides, it’s not like I’m trying to get laid tonight or anything. I swore off men years ago when I caught my good-for-nothing ex-boyfriend balls deep in my ex-roommate. But I can still look at all the man candy in the club.

How can so many sexy men be in one location at the same time? It has to be causing an imbalance in the universe somewhere. Their eyes raking over the hotties shaking their bodies to the music. The hunger lurking in their depths has me thinking about the rumors surrounding the club.

Rumor has it that there are theme rooms you can rent in the sectioned-off part of the dance club—theme rooms to live out your wildest fantasies. I bite my lip, thinking about my fantasy of being taken by three guys at the same time.

It’s not like I will ever act on my fantasy, but I can still dream about having all my holes filled at the same time. I squeeze my legs together as my clit throbs to the beat of the music.

I can’t believe I let Kara talk me into going out on my only night off. Today was our final college exam, and we start our internships on Monday. Kara was one of the lucky ones to get a paid internship. I was not. Mine is an unpaid internship, which means I will need to continue working as a waitress at The Palace Gentlemen's Club across town.

The tips are good, but they would be better if I were one of the dancers. Cindy, one of the main dancers at The Palace, told me how much she makes a night in tips and I couldn’t believe my ears. I had to ask her to repeat the amount.

The things I could do with that money. I would finally be able to afford a private nurse for my grandmother instead of relying on the kindness of our neighbors when I’m at school or work. For example, my best friend Ella is staying overnight with my grandmother tonight.

Ella insisted I go out with my friends to celebrate my final exam, telling me to enjoy the night. Ella and I started the program together, but I had to cut back to part-time to take care of my grandmother. Now, the only thing standing in my way is the internship at Briarwood Entertainment. It’s a highly coveted internship. The only drawback is it’s an unpaid internship. But I’ve made it this far. I’m not going to let anything stand in my way.

“Come on!” I let Kara drag me out onto the dance floor. The sea of gorgeous bodies opening up to make room for us. We find a prime spot next to tables lining the dance floor. I shake off my nerves, rolling my head from side to side.

Enjoy the night. Ella’s voice rings through my head.

The music takes over, and I let my hands roam over my body like a lover’s touch, not caring who’s watching. My body tingles at my touch and I realize how long it’s been since I’ve actually touched myself. I’ve been so wrapped up in my classes that I’ve neglected my body’s need for release.

My hands feel good on my body, but a pair or more of strong hands caressing me would feel so much better. I sigh as I let my fingertips quickly skim over my nipples. It was a fast touch. There’s no way anyone could have seen what I was doing. Even if they did, I’m not sure I care right now, too lost in the sensations.

I scan the tables lining the dance floor with the less adventurous guys standing back and watching the dancers. My eyes land on a table with three extremely handsome men, each sexy in their own way.

The tallest one seems to be the leader of the group, standing at least 6’6”. Not that the other two are short or anything. They both must be over six feet tall. The three of them are like a sexy buffet of hotness: one with blonde hair, one with brown hair, and one with black hair. I hope it’s an all-you-can-eat buffet because I can’t wait to taste each one of them.

I feel the heated stares of the three sexy men watching my every move on the dancefloor. The need to dance for them takes over, and all my years of dance classes kick in as I bump and grind my hips to the music. I roll my hips in a way that lets them know I like to ride and not just lie there like a stiff board. I’m the farthest thing from a board with my curvy hips that will give them something to hang on to while they pound into me from behind.

I know exactly how I look to them with my back arched and my breast straining against the silky fabric of my dress, my nipples hard points trying to burst free. I let my hands roam up my thighs, across my stomach, and up the sides of my breasts. I throw my head back, letting my long brown hair fall in waves down my back, ready for them to take me and have their wicked way with me.

I watch them through my lowered lashes, and my body hums. I need this! My body shouts as my panties dampen at the thought of taking all three of them deep into my body. I can tell they're into it, too, by the way their eyes darken and the fact they can’t take their eyes off me.

I’m tired of always doing the right thing. I want one night where I don’t have to worry about anything. One night, to do something wild and a little crazy before my responsibilities suck me back to reality.

With my mind made up, I whisper my excuse to Kara, letting her know I will find my own way home tonight.

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