Page 9 of Forcing Her Hand

“What’s so wrong with getting it in the ass, anyway?” Allison moaned, burying her face in her hand, elbows propped up on the kitchen table.

“Got me,” Diana said, grinning. Allison peeked through her fingers at her friend, who was busy making homemade Bolognese sauce and spaghetti for dinner. “I think it’s just dandy!”

“Fuck... what am I going to do, Diana?” Allison looked up at her. “I thought things were getting better, but now, I’m afraid to say anything to him about what I want. I can tell he wants it, too, but that just freaks him out even more.”

“You need to get out,” her friend replied. “There’s a strip club having an amateur night tonight. Let’s have a girls’ night out, and we’ll go be amateur strippers.” Diana smiled cheerfully, but it was obvious she was perfectly serious.

Allison giggled. “You know, I never thought I’d say this, but that would fit my mood perfectly right now! And there’s no way Roger would ever be caught dead in a strip club.”

“Damn straight,” Diana said. “Some of that sexy perversion might rub off on him. A lap dance? Horror!” Both of the girls laughed as Diana made an expression of mock terror.

Dinner was delicious, as usual, when Diana cooked, although Allison was starting to feel nervous about their upcoming stripper debut. Sure, Roger wouldn’t be there, but a lot of other guys would. Could this be considered cheating? Yeah, they hadn’t had the talk, but she was pretty sure he was making assumptions. After all, she assumed the same thing about him. Then again, she didn’t know, not for sure, but Roger didn’t seem like he was the type of guy to sleep with two women at once. Dating, perhaps, but not once things progressed to sex.

Well, what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. This was actually a heck of a lot more harmless than a lot of the things she could be doing.

At ten o’clock, two incredibly gorgeous—and slutty looking—ladies walked out of their building. Dressed in a short plaid skirt with a tight white button-up tank top, Allison’s boobs jiggled sexily in the red bra clearly visible through her shirt. Underneath her skirt was a tiny red g-string. As she moved, the skirt’s hem showed off the lacy tops of her thigh-high white stockings. It was an outfit she’d bought the week after Todd left for Turkey, thinking maybe her next boyfriend would like to play naughty schoolgirl. She’d never dared bring it out for Roger.

Diana was looking a knockout as well, her long black hair was shiny, the tips swaying gently above her curvy ass, which was barely covered in a black leather skirt. Her top was a silky, dark-red kimono type thing, with an oval opening from the buttoned collar to just between her breasts, where more buttons traveled down her front. She looked like a sexy Asian hooker.

The girls were easily admitted into the back entrance to try out for amateur night.

Diana went right before Allison, swaying seductively and wrapping her body around the gold pole in the middle of the stage. Extremely flexible, she stood on one foot in just her black lacy thong and bra and lifted her other leg, so she was standing and doing the splits, one hand behind her ankle as she held it high over her head. The crowd of men around the stage went wild. Allison laughed at her friend’s audacity and sparkling eyes. Jiggling her ass at the audience, the pretty Asian unhooked her bra and turned, jiggling her small tits at the cheering crowd. There was an awful lot of money hooked into the straps of her thong. Waving the bra over her head wildly, she threw back her head and let out a howl as she tossed it into the crowd.

Allison watched its flight as it curved gracefully over the crowd of jumping men. Her mouth went dry as she took in the group of men, one man in particular with dark hair and eyes, sitting next to the man who caught Diana’s bra. She’d recognize that silhouette anywhere, and the sizzling heat that was now running through her body left her no doubt.

Gasping, Allison felt weak-kneed as she pulled her head back into the curtain, shocked and shaking as Diana pranced offstage.

“Come on,” Diana whispered. “You’re up!”

“I can’t,” she said. Her voice was shaking, trembling as much as her body. “He’s out there!”

“Roger?” Diana’s expression and voice were seriously alarmed.

“No...” Her heart was pounding madly. “Todd. He’sout there.”

“Well, then get a move on, girl!” Diana’s voice was madly excited as she pushed the trembling brunette onto the stage, giving her ass a sharp spank

Allison stumbled to the middle of the stage and froze, caught like a butterfly in a net as Todd’s warm brown eyes pierced hers. He tilted his head to the side, his eyes seeming to drink her in. She could feel heat blaze along her skin, trickling down between her legs and igniting her arousal. Just one look—that was all it took. The cheering crowd and the pounding rhythm of the music seemed very far away as they stared at each other. Then he gave her a slow, seductive smile and nodded encouragingly, and she felt something inside her release. Swaying slowly, she began to move to the music, her eyes constantly coming back to focus on his face. He sipped his drink, rubbing his fingers over his lips, watching her as she began unbuttoning her white shirt, curls swaying seductively around her face as she bared her red bra to the crowd.

Leaving the shirt in a heap on the stage, she stepped up to the pole and pressed her groin against it, lowering her body and moving back up as though she was humping the pole. Todd leaned forward in his seat, his eyes unwavering from hers, and she thought how incredibly good he looked, his wavy black hair brushed back carelessly from his face, slightly tanned skin, and those eyes... those eyes as if looked like he wanted to eat her up. This had to be more than sex—it had to be. Although if sex was what it took to bring him back to her, she could give him that. Throwing her head back, she lifted one leg, sliding around the pole, using the crook of her knee to swing her body back and forth.

Turning her back, she bent over at the waist to pull down her skirt, shaking her ass as she worked it inch by inch down her long legs. Standing there in just her red bra, thong, and white stockings, she turned back to see Todd smiling broadly. His encouragement had more of an effect on her than even she knew. Her dancing became more seductive, more sensual, more graceful as the sight of him did devilish things to her body. Her hands caressed her breasts and stomach, sliding down her thighs and back up—pretending they were his hands. Undoing the front clasp of her bra was in the front, she shimmied her chest at the crowd, who whooped and cheered as her big breasts bobbled and shook. Tossing her bra off to the side, she ran her hands over her bare breasts, hips swaying and grinding as she pinched her nipples and thrust her chest out, one hand sliding down her stomach and under her thong to rub against her clit.

Suddenly, she came back to herself and realized she was in front of a group of men, openly fondling herself. Blushing furiously, she grabbed her clothing and rushed off the stage to where Diana was cheering openly.

“I can’t believe I just did that,” whispered Allison, collapsing against the wall.

“Oh, it was perfect!” Diana crowed with triumph. “Absolutely perfect! If he’s not out there waiting for you when we leave, I’ll eat you out all night myself! That was fucking HOT!”

Buoyed by Diana’s enthusiasm Allison grinned a little as she slipped her clothes back on.

“I hope so,” she whispered, more to herself as her friend jumped and danced around in victory. Allison’s heart was fluttering madly, filled with hope and fear. Please let Diana be right… please, please, please.

As they left the back door, a tall, broad-shouldered figure straightened from where he’d been leaning against a wall across the street. The butterflies in Allison’s stomach went mad as she looked at Todd’s familiar form, her mind in turmoil as her body ached for him.

“Go on,” whispered Diana. “I’m going over to Chad’s... this is way too hot for me to handle without getting some tonight!”

Diana gave her another push—she really needed to stop doing that—making Allison stumble a few steps. Blushing, head hanging slightly, she walked with quick short steps over to Todd, standing in front of him but not able to look him in the face.

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