Page 18 of The Bloke

Chyler and Jessie started shrieking like horny banshees, and I turned to see a man in an all-black suit appear in the middle of the laser cage stage. The crowd of women screamed and catcalled as he swaggered around the perimeter of the circular stage, keeping within the lasers and getting a good look at his guests for the evening.

“Ladies—” He started. “Ladies… ladies… ladies. How are we feeling tonight?” The man was gorgeous, and if he was just the host, I couldn’t even begin to imagine the rest of the men that would entertain us. This, right here, was every woman’s wet fucking dream. “If you want to see more men like me and a lot less clothing, you gotta be louder than that.” He tsked. “I said, how are we feeling tonight, ladies?” He commanded, and the entire room vibrated with shrieks, screams, and squeals of thirsty women. Chyler, Jessie, and I included.

“That was much better. My name is Jaxon, and I’ll be your host and MC for this evening. Welcome to Heaven Down Under, where good girls go to heaven, and bad cunts like yourselves come down under.” His charming smirk had me biting my lip and giggling like a schoolgirl.And that accent…

“Nowthatis a slogan worth having. Fuck me.” Chyler raised her brows before sucking down more of her drink.

“I just want him to stop talking and let me feel up some men.” Jessie laughed and started banging her hands on the table as loudly as possible before screaming, “Bring out the boys, Jaxon!”

“I was going to lay down a couple of ground rules for the evening,” Jaxon delivered a mischievous grin. “But the blokes have decided that theyreallywant to play with you sheilas tonight. So, the rules? Fuck ‘em. There are none.” He licked his lips and shrugged. “Now put your fucking phones away and get ready for the ride.”

As Jaxon finished his speech, I turned to see men lining the edges of the main floor, standing on platforms above the seating. I could feel myself growing hot at the reality of the men that now surround the room. My hands twitch in my lap, begging to drag themselves down every toned and ripped torso.

I sucked in a breath when bright blue eyes captured mine from the far end of the platform that runs behind our table. The blokes were shirtless, of course, and they were wearing denim jeans with a dark leather belt and a large silver buckle with the show’s logo on it. Cowboy hats shielded most of their features, casting shadows over their faces as the lights shone down on them—but those blue eyes. They almost glowed.

My eyes shamelessly wandered down to his buckle as his hips rolled with the music, and I couldn’t help but wonder how those hips would feel grinding up against mine. At least ten other men were dancing on the floor, and I was drawn to this one like a magnet. He sucked me into an orbit that I never wanted to leave.

The four standing alongside our booth stepped down and danced towards the stage, working the crowd of ladies holding their hands out for a quick feel. When all eleven dancers reached the main stage, they fell into their opening routine.

A remix of “Black Dog” by Led Zeppelin played, and I could feel the dancer in me subconsciously joining them.I miss performing…

The dancers unbuckled and removed their belts one by one before snapping them on the stage floor like leather whips. As each belt cracked, they turned, giving the audience their backsand a nice long look at their asses, and as if hearing every shrieking woman beg for them to take it the fuck off, they gripped the front of their jeans and ripped them away.

Cowboy hats slid down their chests to cover what we all came to see as they turned to face us once more. I couldn’t remove my eyes from the face of the dark-haired, blue-eyed man who captured my attention from the start of the show. My eyes widened as they raked down his tight and toned form, landing right where his hat hovered over his cock.

“Sienna, you’re drooling!” Chyler shouted over the music and endless screaming.

I covered my mouth, turning to face her, and realized that it was—in fact—hanging open. I laughed, my face flushing from embarrassment and all the alcohol.

Chyler’s eyes flared wide as she touched my shoulders and shook me with both hands before gesturing behind me. I turned to follow her gaze and froze, seeing the man I was drooling over now standing before me with his hand held out to take.

Fuck me.

Heart racing, I placed my hand in his and stood from the booth, my eyes held captive by his bright blues.

The smoking hot dancer spun me around, pulling me into his chest, and started grinding his hips against my ass. My breath caught as I felt his hard length against my lower back, his strong scent wrapping me in a blanket ofplease take me now.

He turned us, leaving me to stand before him, as he fell into my seat in the booth, patting his lap with a sly grin. I was confident on a good day, but add all the Malibu I’ve been sucking down like a fish, and there is nothing I wouldn’t do. Shame and regret could grab me in the morning, but right now? Right now, I was all his.

Stepping towards him, I straddled his thigh and started grinding myself against his jeans, letting the music and alcoholtake control of my limbs. A strong arm wrapped around my waist as he pulled me further onto his lap, rolling his hips into mine, a moan escaping past my parted lips.

He was turning me on with every move, and I was losing my grip on reality. Of course, he did this with multiple women every single night; I wasn’t special. But fuck did I wish I was. I’d give anything to land a man like him.

His hands gripped my thighs as he leaned forward and lifted us out of the booth, my legs wrapping around his waist. With a quick pivot, he drops me back into my seat, leaning into and over me.

“I’ll be back for you later, love.” He murmured, his lips just a hair's breadth away from touching my skin, and I melted. I fucking melted.He said what?

Releasing me, he stepped back and smirked, licking his lips with a hunger I didn’t think possible for a revue dancer. Feeling significantly hotter than I was moments ago, Chyler and Jessie squealed like excited children as the mystery man I had my eyes on returned to the stage, finishing his routine and exiting backstage.

“Okay, what the fuck was that?” Jessie exclaimed, eyes wide in disbelief. “Girl, his eyes were fucking you harder than yours were fucking him.” She gawked.

“I—Um… He—” It was just part of the show. That’s all. Nothing more.

“If he can make you speechless with his touch, I can’t even begin to imagine what he is capable of in bed.” Chyler’s eyes drifted off as if fantasizing about him between her legs, and something possessive snapped inside of me.

“Have whichever one you want, but I call dibs on that one.” I clipped, my heart still racing and nearly beating out of my chest.

I didn’t know what had come over me. How could I be possessive of a man I didn’t even know? Let alone who probablyhad zero sexual interest in me. This was his job, to make women want him, and he did a fucking marvelous job at it.

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