“You’re all just a bunch of horny women, aren’t you?” he called out. The women noisily agreed, not feeling the least bit ashamed. They’d come to see sexy dancers strut their stuff, and they wanted the show to begin.
Ari had never been to anything like this before, and as smoke filled the stage and the screen started to lift, her heart thumped and thudded.
Seven men entered the stage, wearing suits and dancing with synchronized steps. Ari was surprised to find herself calling out as they swung their h*ps in time to the music. Somewhere in the middle of the song, their shirts came open and their rock-hard pecs and washboard abs made her salivate.
At the end of the number, they turned around and their pants descended, exposing their bare backsides. The crowd let out such a loud roar that it drowned out the sensual beat of the bass. And even in that steamy room, Ari could feel her cheeks flame. Wow. Rafe would throttle her if he knew, but who cared?
Soon the men were leaping off the stage and moving down the aisles of the intimate room, then jumping on tables and bending down to kiss a number of the fired-up women. Ari figured she was safe from their attention as long as she didn’t make eye contact. Rafe would be ticked off enough if he discovered that she’d come to the show. Any kissing might make him explode.
During another number, one of the guys pulled a woman up onstage, put her in a chair and gave her the lap dance of her dreams. The woman blushed scarlet, in nice color contrast with the mouthful of pearly white teeth revealed by her huge smile. When the dancer jumped up and pushed his crotch close to her face, Ari was the one who went scarlet. The men certainly seemed to enjoy their job.
As the show was nearing its end, Ari’s tipsiness overtook her, and when six of the men danced out onstage again, she clapped and hollered with the rest of the crowd. One of the men jumped down and suddenly grabbed her hand.
She looked up at his smiling mouth like a deer caught in headlights. She couldn’t go up there! It was all good fun, and they were movie-star gorgeous. But they still paled in comparison with Rafe. Why bother to rub up against any of them when she had an amazing lover waiting for her return?
Then again, how much longer would he be waiting for her? One day, a week, maybe a month. Rafe wasn’t known for keeping his mistresses longer than a few months at a time. She’d do well to remember that.
“Don’t you dare try to get out of this,” Lia yelled out with laughter in her voice as she gave Ari a push.
Ari had no choice but to follow the hunk onstage. He sat her down on a long bench, then ran back to join his buddies in a dance number. Ari didn’t know whether she was supposed to look at him or the crowd, so she looked down as she waited for the tune to end. From what she’d already witnessed, she had little hope of escaping with anything less than maximum embarrassment.
The man sauntered back over seductively and stood directly in front of her, pressing his body against hers, then grabbed her hands and placed them around his back, with her fingers spread out on his bu**ocks. As the audience yelled out instructions, Ari got into the spirit of the thing and squeezed, and the dancer winked at her with his dark brown eyes.
When he went back over to the other guys, they gyrated slowly, accentuating their prized possessions, before two of them stalked toward her and rubbed up against her. Even through all the din, Ari could hear Lia shouting up at her to grab his ass. Ari thought it wiser, after her one lapse, to keep her hands to herself.
Soon, only one man remained before her. He stripped down to his boxer briefs and swayed around her several times before laying her down and lying right on top of her! She was sure that if the power suddenly blacked out, the heat from her face would be enough to light up the entire room — heck, the entire hotel.
After swiveling his h*ps provocatively above her for a few seconds, he finally sat her up, and then helped her stand as he grabbed her in a big hug, lifting her off her feet.
“Thanks for being a good sport, love,” he said, his accent causing her insides to turn to jelly. He assisted her off the stage, and then finished his performance.
Ari was still glowing when the show finished. The dancers set up for pictures as soon as they were all presented by name. Lia, of course, insisted on having a few photographs taken.
The three of them stood in line, then each sat on a dancer’s lap, and received a kiss on the cheek as the picture was snapped. Ari seemed to be walking on clouds as she and the rest of the audience departed. How fun to hang with two amazing women and receive so much attention from serious sex gods. So what if they were doing a show, the same thing they did night after night? She still felt beautiful and desirable. Yes, Rafe made her feel gorgeous when he was worshipping her body, but afterward, he just left.
To have a man want her so much that he couldn’t possibly sleep in another room would be amazing. To have him want her in bed and out of it? Priceless. Rafe couldn’t possibly ever give her that — he’d told her so.
If only she didn’t have Lia and Rachel’s voices in her head telling her a different story. She needed another drink.
“I can’t believe they pulled you up onstage. I’m so jealous right now,” Rachel said as they made their way downstairs toward the casino.
“This totally stays between us. You have to burn that picture,” Ari responded with a laugh.
“There’s no way I’m ever turning loose of this night. Are you kidding me? That was the most fun I can ever remember having. Those guys were so freaking hot.”
“Mmm, can we take them home, pretty please?”
“Rachel, I’m sure if you bat your eyes at them, they’ll be begging you to go home with them.”
“Now that sounds like a plan. I could do all sorts of kinky things with that group.”
“You two are terrible. Seriously, you have to promise me that Rafe will never find that picture,” Ari insisted. Silently she added, At least until our relationship is over.
“There’s nothing like having a little blackmail on a friend,” Lia replied as she pulled out the photo and laughed.
“OK, the night’s still young. Let’s go downtown and lose some money,” Rachel insisted.
“Yes. Ari’s buzz is wearing off. We need to get her a liquor fix — stat.”
Ari gave up fighting the two women. She’d learned that when they were determined to do something, it was best just to go with the flow and see where the adventure led, because otherwise she wouldn’t put it past them to drag her off kicking and screaming — probably in handcuffs. In her semi-sloshed state, that thought gave her the giggles.