Page 32 of Bound in Lingerie (Bare Naked Designs 3)

“You too, sugar. What can I get you to drink?”

“My usual,” Amie answered. “And get my man here a Stella.”

“Sure thing, honey. I’ll bring a couple of shots too.” Ginger leaned in to Amie but spoke loud enough for him to hear, “He’s going to need it.”

Ginger winked before she walked away, a sexy sway that turned a few men’s heads on her way to the bar.

Amie sat down to enjoy the show. The brunette swung her legs up and around the pole, lowering herself to the floor. Milton watched but felt…nothing. Even when she removed everything but a tiny g-string, he still felt nothing. Not a spark of pleasure stirring in his groin, not an ounce of heat boiling in his belly. Not like when he looked at Amie. But something other than lust coursed through his veins when he looked at Amie, something different, unexpected, unwanted. Or so he thought a week and a half ago when he showed up in this city agreeing to a short fling.

Ginger set their drinks on the table and, like she had promised, placed two shots of clear liquid in the middle of the table. Amie squeezed the lime into her drink then took a sip. Then another, and another. Within seconds her glass had been drained, and she slammed it on the fake wood table.

“Are we in a rush? Should I be chugging my drink?”

“No, no rush.” Amie nervously looked around the room, her eyes scanning from corner to corner, from bar to door. She took in her surroundings as if marking all of the exits in case of an emergency. She fidgeted in her chair then bounced up. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

Milton acknowledged her with a tilt of his fancy pint glass and returned his gaze to the stage. He had no idea why she was acting so weird, but he wasn’t going to call her on it. No, he would wait until she wanted to talk. No sense in him being the one who cared too much.

Two minutes later, after gyrating and sliding across the floor of the stage, the brunette grabbed her clothes and ducked behind the curtain. Without music, Milton was inundated with generic sights and sounds around him. The murmur of voices, wait staff shimmying in between the tables delivering drinks, and he could hear the clink of glasses and the running dishwasher from the bar behind him. But the silence didn’t last long in a place like this. The lights dimmed, and the music pounded again through the speaker.

“We have a very special guest for you tonight,” the baritone voice boomed over the microphone. “Please welcome for your viewing pleasure, a first-timer, her Solid Gold debut, the blond little bombshell…Amie.”

What an introduction. Did this place introduce all of their– What? Amie?

Milton placed his glass on the table as a woman emerged from behind the curtain and stopped at the back of the dark stage. His cock immediately jumped to attention. Even in the darkness he knew it was her, even without the introduction, he would have know it was her. Her presence was like no other woman he had ever encountered.

A bright spotlight kicked on and followed her as she took one sultry step after another, her legs bouncing to the beat of the rock song blaring from the speaker. Her blond hair hung down under a black fedora that sat atop her head, thigh-high shiny boots covered her legs, and when she turned around, he saw the belt of a black trench coat holding together the fabric. He should have known she would hide something sexy underneath that coat.

She moved closer to the edge. Closer to the shiny gold pole that sat in the middle of the stage. She’s going to use that pole. She’s going to gyrate and spin around that pole.

Excitement danced in his stomach at the thought of watching her show, but then realization settled in. Milton looked from left to right, the men on either side of him were just as mesmerized. He didn’t like it. Jealously surged inside him, a feeling he wasn’t used to. Usually he was the one reveling in other men’s jealously but not this time. Not with Amie.

Her right hand grasped the pole, and she walked around it, once, twice, each time locking eyes with him. Then she stopped, leaning her back against the shiny metal. She lowered her body, spreading her legs as she approached the floor. Milton had an up-close and personal view of her barely covered pussy. So did the man sitting to his right.

Her body swayed to the music, a song he didn’t recognize but one he would now never forget. Amie positioned herself at the front of the stage and stepped out, settling her feet shoulder width apart. Her hands slipped to the belt of her jacket, and she slowly undid the knot. Teasing. Taunting. She didn’t play nice. Ripping the belt from the jacket, she sent it sailing in the air, and it landed on one of the gawkers to his left. He held it up to his nose and inhaled long and steady. Milton had to brace his hands on the edge of the table to stop from leaping up and tackling that perv to the ground.

Her hat was next, she threw it in the other direction. It was caught by a kid, a twenty-something kid who sat with his friends hooting and hollering at his woman. She’s not your woman, he scolded. He returned his stare to Amie just as the jacket dropped to the floor and pooled around her feet. She wore lingerie, the very same outfit he had picked from the digital photo frame that sat on his desk in his hotel room.

The flat leather hugged her torso, pushing up her breasts, accenting her soft, supple skin. The leather short-shorts hugged her body with equal appeal. The space between the shorts and her boots was just enough to glimpse the creamy flesh of her thighs. Immediately, his mind flashed him back to the thought of those strong legs holding him in place, flanking his head as she lowered her sweet core to his mouth.

She continued to dance and sway, using the pole every once in a while. She was good, not just amateur good, but good. Worry niddled inside of him. Was she a professional? Milton didn’t know how he would feel about that. He could kick himself for being such a jerk. Thinking that it was hot to see other men drool all over her. As he looked around, that’s what they were doing. Drooling.

When Amie turned around she bent, and the shorts made their way down her backside, sliding along her legs. He could see her pussy from his seat, hidden away behind a black leather thong. He wondered if she was wet. If stripping in front of him, in front of a room full of men, turned her on.

Amie lowered to the floor and crawled toward him. He felt himself lean in to the stage without even processing the action. Her eyes didn’t leave his as she crawled closer, stopping just before the edge of the stage. Amie twisted and twirled her head, her shiny locks swirling in all directions, as her bottom poised high in the air, perfect for ramming his cock into.

A few men approached the stage, money in their hands, but she didn’t acknowledge them. Amie turned around and gyrated her pussy in his direction. A little bit closer and he would have been able to smell her, test his theory, find out if she was just as turned on as he was.

She was playing out his fantasy, knowing that he enjoyed other men watching and gawking over his women. But something was different with Amie. Milton was torn between his raging erection and his raging jealousy.

She returned to the pole for a final round-about and finally the music stopped. The lights dimmed and he watched as she picked up her clothing, just like the other woman, and ducked behind the curtain.

Milton slammed one of the shots sitting on the table. Would she come out here with that outfit on? Did she have clothes in the back to change into? The applause and hoots that echoed around him solidified his decision. There was no way Amie was coming back out here. There was admiring a beautiful woman, and then there were these guys, rotating their erections stiff in their pants, hoping that she would throw them a bone. No fucking way!

He slammed the second shot on the table and jumped out of his seat. The chair tumbled to the ground, but Milton didn’t care. He headed to the side of the room, toward the blinking exit sign, past the DJ.

Ginger jumped in front of him, and he went to side-step around her but she held him in his place. “I’ll take you to her, honey. You won’t get back there without me.”

Milton nodded. His fists clenched at his sides as they wandered past another bouncer into a dark hallway. Light filtered into the space from several doors, and then he saw her, waiting against the wall, still wearing her leather, one foot rested against it in a sexy street-walker pose.

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