Page 37 of Undeniable

"Oh my gosh. You’re the best!"

Driving to the house, I reflect on all the different shows I’ve watched Seary perform over these three months. My favorites so far were the Holiday ones.

On Christmas eve, she gave Santa a seductive lap dance that had me holding my cock the entire time. Then someone read a sexy version of the Night Before Christmas and she acted the whole thing out. She ended that night with Santa coming down the stripper pole while she was hiding under the tree. When he set about putting presents under it, she started being naughty and causing mayhem. He kept blaming the other dancers dressed like elves and spanking them. It was both hilarious and a real turn on too.

On Christmas night, she did a gift themed dance dressed in bows, peeking in and out of the presents. Opening them to reveal other dancers. The night ended with everyone on the stage singing, "We Wish You A Merry Christmas" as fake snow fell from the ceiling. It was spectacular.

On New Year’s Eve, I watched her exit her limo, but she didn’t dance, and I roamed all the different Clubs hoping to catch a glimpse of her. It was packed that night, and Jennifer Lopez was rumored to be in the house dancing. I walked through the whole casino with the song by Sam Hunt, "Take Your Time" playing in my head. If I would have stumbled upon her, that was going to be my plan. Security detail or not. Somehow I was going to make eye contact with her and draw her to me. Then I would let her know that I don’t want to change her life. I just want some of her time. I grin.I get to tell her that tonight.

On New Years Day there was another birthday boy in the house celebrating his 21st birthday, and while she again wore the gold chains and had him tied to Seary’s Hot Chair, her dance was entirely different. The only thing similar was the unwrapping of the chains with her as the birthday gift, and those beautiful nipples painted with gold dust. My cock stayed hard the entire night, and in bed, I again dreamed the Wonder Woman dream. Only this time, she knelt in front of me and sucked my cock dry before disappearing. I woke again screaming, "NO!" My sheets were wet with my cum.

I arrive at the house and smell the delicious smell of Maria’s cooking. She’s in the dining room, setting the table for two when I come in. "Yay! You’re here on time!" She sounds more enthusiastic than usual to see me. "Go wash up and let’s eat. I have a date!"

I stop dead in my tracks. "A date?"

"Yes!" She claps her hands together, then starts to happy dance back to the kitchen.

"With who?" I frown and follow her in.

"With a man I met at the grocery store." She giggles. "A tall dark, handsome man too." She fawns over his imaginary face. "Oh hell yeah."

"What’s his name?" I demand.

She stops suddenly realizing I’m not happy for her. "None of your business." She puts her hands on her hips and sasses me. "Don’t go getting all territorial on me now. I won’t have it."

"Maria. I. I. I’m happy for you. It’s just as long as I’ve known you, you’ve...." Her face makes me stop. "I should stop talking now."

"Yes. You should."

"At least tell me where you are going?"

Her eyes narrow, suspiciously. "We’re going to his place."

I open my mouth to protest and she sticks her hand out then cuts her throat with it. I close my mouth, but narrow my eyes at her too. We stare each other down. A war of wills. I speak first. "I could tie you up and keep you here."

She bursts out laughing. "He owns the grocery store. I’ve known him since the first day I moved out here and went shopping to feed you. His name is Trent Monty. He’s thirty-three and a real nice man. Recently divorced with three kids. All of whom will be with us tonight. We’re going to take them to the UNLV Runnin' Rebels basketball game. I’ll be home before you, but if I’m not, don’t wait up." She flips me off as she dances back to the stove.

The rest of our visit is spent eating and talking about our prospective dates. Up until tonight, I had not shared with her who I was going to see every evening these past few months while I was here. When I told her, she whistled and said. "’at a boy! As long as I’ve known you too, you’ve never once mentioned anyone either. I knew whoever it was, was someone really special. The renovations to the East Wing are very nice. So how did you two meet? Tell me about her."

I laugh, embarrassed. "You probably know more than I do about her. I haven’t actually met her. Tonight’s going to be the first time."

She drops her fork. "You’ve been stalking her?"

"Stalking is a harsh, scary word, Maria." I frown at her and smirk. "I saw her dance back in November and she completely captivated me. I fell hard for her then and made this appointment. I’ve been watching from the audience and waiting patiently for her for three months. Three long agonizing months."

She laughs with me. "I fell for Trent the first time I saw him too. I’ve been stalking him for fucking years. Talk about frustrating patience." She rolls her eyes.

I pick up my wine glass and hold it up. "To our new flames."

"May they scorch themselves forever on our hearts."

When we are finished eating, we clean the table off together, and I push Maria out of the kitchen, then stand blocking the door. "I’ll do the dishes tonight. You get going."

"Ok." She giggles. "No arguing here. Even though I know you’re going to put them in the dishwasher."

"That’s right! Now go!"

I watch her nice ass as she struts out and call after her. "Wear your skinny jeans." She spanks her ass without looking back.

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