Page 12 of Beneath the Blindfold

I heard her hard swallow over the thump of the music. On stage, the stripper descended the spinning pole and planted her shoes back on the ground. She turned, bent over, and shoved her ass at the crowd, shimmying. More roars and cheers when she teased removing the tiny scrap of underwear once again.

This time she did it, exposing her bare pussy for everyone to see. Dominic’s grip on my hand tightened subtly, then relaxed. “Fuck, she’s hot.”

I grinned. Did he know how much I loved hearing him say that? He was confident enough to know this wouldn’t bother me. He was a man, hardwired to be attracted to tits and ass, and it seemed fucking stupid for him to hide it. Let him look and enjoy. I was. And my tits and ass were nicer, not to mention Dominic owned every inch of me, which made my ass a million times better.

Evie snatched the five-dollar bill from Logan and stood swiftly. She charged toward the end of the line of men waiting to tip, her face determined.

“That was . . . unexpected.” Logan’s expression had an edge of concern. Maybe he’d expected her to be too shy.

Like blood in the water, the men noticed her presence as a herd, and a few jaws dropped open. They parted, all gesturing for her to go to the front of the line. “Hey, ladies first,” one of them said.

Evie was probably bright red. I couldn’t see with her back facing us, but one of the guys at the front leaned over and said something close to her ear. She turned to look up at him wide-eyed, and Logan bolted out of his chair.

“Wait,” Dominic called. “It’s cool.”

Apparently all the man had said to Evie was to put the money on her lips, which she did.Yeah, Evie.I laughed as the fully nude blonde took one look at my friend with a five-dollar bill on her face, and sauntered her direction. I had to believe every pair of eyes in the building were watching as the stripper palmed her breasts, and leaned into Evie so she was nuzzled between them.

“Fuck,” Logan swore in appreciation. “I think I have another five.”

The blonde’s breasts were pushed together, so when the stripper stepped back, the five-dollar bill was stuck in her cleavage. People hollered for her to do it again, and someone yelled for Evie to take her top off. That sobered Logan quickly.

“Save your money,” Dominic said. “We’ve got a private room we can head to whenever you want.”

Logan’s attention turned to Dominic, stunned and yet grateful, and it was clear he understood. A private room meant lap dances away from an unwanted audience. Right now there were dances going on in the open booths lining the left wall. Anyone could watch the girls as they slid their bodies over the customers, which was sexy, and also safer for the dancers. But the strippers always had bras and panties on. We’d get to see more in the private room.

Sure enough, Evie’s face was flamingly red when she turned on her heel and marched back toward our table, but she held her chin up. As she made her way through the tables of men, they stared up at her, lust in their eyes, and it was clear that wasn’t lost on her. Oh, there was power in being a desired woman. I knew about that. At times, the power could be downright addictive.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Logan asked, his lips teasing a smile.

“Did you, boss?” Her voice was casual. “She smelled like strawberries.”

The server came by with our glasses, and Dominic doled them out to the table. We drank and watched a few more performers, but no one held a candle to that first blonde who’d mastered the pole.

The shower show was nice. The ebony stripper had fantastic tits, and they looked even better when they were glossed with soap and water. As we finished our drinks, a redhead wandered past, dragging her hand along my shoulders.

“Do you or any of your friends want a dance?”

“Maybe in a little bit,” Dominic answered for me. She smiled and flitted away, and he turned quickly to me. “Unless you were into her? Did I just make a horrible mistake?”

“Please. You know I’ve got my eye on someone else.”

We hadn’t talked about me getting a lap dance, he just knew. His eyes lit with amusement. “The blonde?”

I nodded as my hand tried to travel a line up to his dick, but he squeezed my wrist. “Control yourself.” His expression went strict and hard. “Or I’ll do it for you.”

Evil, evil man. Saying that in his dark voice turned the volume up on my lust until it was deafening. Yet, he had a good reason to stop me. I’d feel awful if I got us kicked out and Evie and Logan’s night came to an abrupt end.

“What do you think?” Logan said to Dominic, nodding toward the glowing neon sign that announced the private rooms.

“Let’s do it.” Dominic gathered up our supplies and the ice bucket holding the champagne.

“We’re leaving?” Evie sucked in a breath, probably horrified at how disappointed that had come out sounding.

“No, Evie,” Dominic said. “I’m gonna buy Logan a lap dance. You get to pick out the girl.”

The future Mr. and Mrs. Stone exchanged a glance.Choose wisely, Evie.I needed him to beg for sex so we could both win our little competitions.

Logan’s intense eyes stared down at her. “You should do the lap dance. You’re the hottest girl in here.”

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