Page 2 of Sexpot
Turning around she grinds her ass into my lap while wrapping her arms around my neck, giving me a coy smile over her shoulder. It’s a practiced move, she’s not even looking me in the eyes when she does it.
When she flips back around moving down to the floor before running her body up mine, brushing her breasts against my erection I can’t take it anymore. I need to touch her. Using just the back of my hand, I let it run along her side ‘til I reach her hip. Her eyes shoot to mine, a gasp on her lips.
“There you are.” I say smiling, because it’s the first genuine look she’s given me since she started even if it is one of shock.
“Now beautiful, why don’t you come back up here and sit for a minute?” Reaching my hand out, I help her stand, pulling her back into my lap, where she feels like she belongs.
“I thought you wanted a lap dance.” She’s still not looking at me, it shouldn’t bother me, but it does.
“How about we start over? What’s your name gorgeous?” Her head snaps up and for a split second, our eyes meet. The pain she keeps hidden is there to see like a fully illustrated book.
“Star.” She says to my chest and I can’t help the growl of annoyance that comes out. Her whole body tenses up and she tries to skitter back off my lap, I can see very real fear in her eyes.
“Sorry, please stay. “I say soothingly, reaching for her hand.
“Please Star, stay I won’t hurt you; I promise. I just don’t like you talking to my chest.” When she looks around for security, I want to growl again, but then she looks me in the eye and relaxes.
“Alright, but you see that guy over there.” She points to a guy in a black t-shirt stretched tightly across his muscled chest with his arms crossed as he takes in the club.
“That’s Mack, he’ll kick your ass right out of here if you don’t behave.” She doesn’t need to know that I know Mack, that I’m Mack’s boss at his other job, or that we’re friends. Instead, I nod in agreement and she sits back down on my lap.
“Good now that that is settled. I’m Xander, and I’m guessing your name isn’t really Star is it.” She starts arguing about how it’s for her safety; I put my hand up to stop her.
“I get it; you can’t give out your real name to these assholes that come in here. I would also guess your stage name is probably close to what your real name is.” When her lips part in a gasp, I know I’ve hit the nail on the head. I’m paid to be able to read people, to assess risks with speed and accuracy.
Chapter Three
Cassie
Sitting in his lap felt good, too good. He noticed too much though, pretty soon he’d notice the fact that I snagged his wallet if I didn’t get the hell away from him. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how the nigh goes, my body had other ideas. Instead of getting Mack’s attention and getting away from him, I’m sitting on his lap, happy as a pig in shit.
When he first called me over, I thought he looked at me differently than the others. But when he said I should be used to the reaction his body had to mine, I knew that wasn’t true. He was just like every other man who came into the club. The fancy suit, expensive shoes, and piercing emerald, green eyes didn’t make him any different than the rest.
“By the look on your face I’d say I hit the nail on the head.” Moving to get off his lap again, he placed his hands on my waist.
“Don’t worry I won’t ask you that, but I would like to get to know you.” His fingers flexed against my waist as he smiled up at me.
“How about I start, my name is Xander.” He holds out his hand for me to shake and I can’t help but grin.
“This isn’t usually how the whole lap dance thing works. You know that right?” Xander puts his hand on his chest, his mouth opens in a wide “O”, and he lets out a gasp of surprise.
“What? You’re telling me that lap dances don’t usually include talking to the dancer. Say it ain’t so George!” My laughter bubbles out of me, and before I know it, I’m bent over his body laughing uncontrollably.
“It’s Star, but yeah it’s not normally how lap dances go.” This time it’s him laughing his ass off at my stupid joke.
“Alright then, a sexpot and a smartass, I like that combination. So, Star what’s a smartass like you doing in a joint like this?” Just like that the fun-loving part of me shut down again, because there was no way in hell, I was telling this man why I was stripping. Smiling down at him from my elevated spot on his lap I give him the story he wants to hear, not the truth.
“Oh, you know, daddy issues, ran away from home, needed to support my drinking habit. The usual.” I could tell by the smile on his face he didn’t believe a word of it, but that was all he was getting.
“Okay let’s try something else. Tell me something you hate, that should be an easy one to answer without giving me too much.” I knew he saw too much, and now I was stuck on his lap answering stupid questions while holding onto his wallet that I snagged. It wasn’t my usual M.O., usually I just took an extra twenty here and there, but he had no cash in his pockets for me to snatch.
“Candy pop can’t stand it. It doesn’t feel like it has any soul behind it; it’s meaningless drivel.” I answered honestly, for once.
“Funny, that’s exactly how I feel about that shit too. It’s like the writers weren’t even paying attention while they wrote, they just jotted down a bunch of stuff that rhymes and slapped some music to it. No heart and soul behind it, makes my ears bleed.” Okay he might not be such a bad guy then.
“Wow, tell me how you really feel about it, why don’t you. My turn, what’s your favorite color.” Xander tapped his finger against his chin like he was trying to ponder the answer to life, the universe, and everything.
“That’s kind of personal, don’t you think?” He smirked back up at me; his eyes seemed to sparkle with mischief as I shook my head at him.
