Page 21 of Accidental Irish Daddy

“Have a great night, ladies.”

Everyone waves and says goodbye to him as he leaves, bound for the DJ booth.

I always wonder about Yardley and what he would do if any of the girls actually decided to fuck him. It’d probably blow his mind.

The first part of the night is always the worst in my opinion. Walking around, flirting, and asking for dances.

I do okay on that sort of thing. A lot of men have a thing for gingers, so most of the time, I get attention for that.

The dances are kind of scarce tonight, though.

I stop by the bar to get a drink. That fight with Liam has my head all screwed up.

As I grab my drink from the bartender, I happen to look over at the entrance door. Is that…Mr. Duncan? I blink, my eyes widening in surprise and confusion.

In the dark light of the club, it certainly looks like him. Fancy suit and short brown hair, wavy on the top.

What’s he doing here…? Panic rises inside of me. What if he figures out it’s me and fires me? I take a deep calming breath and steel my nerves. Only time will tell.

“Gentlemen, that was Candy. Thank you, Candy.” It’s Yardley’s voice over the loudspeaker. The last song has just ended. Candy, a strawberry blonde with breasts bigger than her head, bounces off the stage.

I take a big sip of my rum and coke and start making my way to the stage.

“She was lovely, wasn’t she?” Yardley addresses the patrons as I walk to the stage and he announces, “Now, put your hands together for the lovely, sensuous Cherry Bomb.”

I get on stage as the music starts. The slow bounce of the French tune pulses around me. As I dance, I spot Mr. Duncan in the crowd, standing by the bar, his complete attention on me.

I start swaying my hips to the music, slowly stripping off the nurse’s outfit. I can feel his eyes on me, undressing me silently as I reveal myself to him.

The thought of him watching me makes me want to move a little more slowly, more purposefully.

I let the music guide me, swinging around the pole as I lose the dress.

Dancing in only my thong, I look over at the shadow of Mr. Duncan. I imagine him watching as he takes a sip from his glass, that skeptical eyebrow raised.

I start to think about what it must be like with him.

Is he gentle? Is he rough? Or both. I train my eyes on him as I slowly go down into a split, rocking my hips back and forth on the stage.

Everyone loves it, judging by the hooting and hollering.

Mr. Duncan doesn’t make a move, however. Of course not. He’s probably waiting for me to get off stage so he can drag me out of here and fuck me in the parking lot.

I bite my lip, the very idea of him ripping off my knickers and having his way with me has my heart fluttering with excitement. He could have me any way he wanted me…he could…

The song ends and the spotlight goes to the crowd. It slides over Mr. Duncan’s face, and I immediately see that it’s not him at all. Of course, it’s not.

I feel silly now for thinking that it might be. There’s no way he’d ever be seen in a den of sin such as this. He doesn’t even like alcohol in his house.

I gather up my money from the stage and I rush off to shimmy back into my outfit.

That was…strange? Well, maybe not that strange. I mean, Mr. Duncan is a very attractive man. Why wouldn’t I fantasize about him?

I probably shouldn’t, though. He is my boss, after all. I don’t want there to be any confusion between us.

It was just a moment of weakness, that’s all.

I won’t let it happen again.

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