I grin, then turn to Evie who's sitting a few chairs over. “Evie.”
She looks up from her laptop, pushing her reading glasses up her nose. “What's up? Everything okay?” she asks, looking at Sam.
Sam nods, and I answer. “Are there going to be more people than this?”
“Umm,” she thinks, looking down at her computer, probably for the time. “No, I don’t think so. The dances are about to start, and Tommy would have shut the doors to anyone else by now to keep out any stray drunk people.”
“Can you do something for me?” I ask.
“Of course,” she says, getting off her stool and coming over to us. I whisper in her ear my idea, and she looks over at Sam with a cheeky smile.
“I don’t think that will be a problem,” she giggles, and Sam turns pink again.
“What did you tell her?” he asks as we watch her disappear backstage.
“Just that you requested a dance from your girlfriend,” I tell him.
“Oh god,” he groans, covering his face with his hands. “She’s gonna think I’m stupid.”
“Hey.” He peeks at me through his fingers, and I can’t help but chuckle. “I think she’s gonna be eager to please you, Sam. And take it from a lucky bastard who got to have a dance from the queen herself. It’s gonna be one of the best experiences of your life. You’re never going to forget it.”
Sam
DON’T PUKE, DON’T FREAK. Don’t puke, don’t freak.God, what have I gotten myself into?
There are a lot of people in this room right now, but according to Axel, this is only half of what they have on a regular day. I wanted this, to get out of the house, to prove that Harlow doesn’t need to rent places out so that I can avoid people. Because even though it might work for now, and the zoo was the best time of my life, it can'talwaysbe like that.
Maybe coming to her club wasn’t the best idea for taking that first step, but my biggest issue is having strangers touch me. Axel has made it his mission to keep that from happening. Although, I have a feeling Harlow has said something to her workers, because even though they all were very nice towards me, none of them came within ten feet.
I didn’t like it, but I was also grateful. God, my life is so fucked up right now.
Well, maybe not right this minute because at this moment my stunning girlfriend is straddling my lap.
Axel brought me to the front of the room. It was blocked off with ropes so no one else was nearby.
I thought there would be a few shows before Harlow came on, but as soon as we sat down,Naughty Girlby Beyonce´ came on.
Harlow danced her way out on stage, and I swear my heart stopped. She’s so stunning, so beautiful. My cock has been stiff since my little moment with Axel, but now? It’s as hard as stone. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
The way she danced for me, it was like we were the only people in the room. She paid them no mind as she locked eyes with me, hips swaying, hands gliding.
She’s been careful not to touch me for most of the dance, and I appreciate what she's doing. But if this is a lap dance from my girlfriend, I don’t want to be treated like some random guest. Although, I know for a fact she doesn’t give private dances to anyone but her guys.
Gripping her hips, I pull her down on top of my erection, showing her just how affected by this dance I am. Her eyes widen, and her sexy red lips split into a grin.
She looks me in the eyes, asking me if I’m sure. I nod, and then the whole dance changes.
She starts to move her body against mine, her breasts in my face, her core grinding against my cock, and I fear that I’ve made a mistake. Not because I don’t want this, or I’m not enjoying it, but the complete opposite.
Axel moves in behind me, his breath hot against my ear. “Does it feel good?” he asks me. “Her body touching yours.”
“Yes,” I croak, nodding my head.
“How good?” she purrs, leaning in and brushing her lips against mine.
“I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop,” my voice is so high pitched I wonder if I’ve breathed in helium. But the best part? Not once has my mind drifted to anything negative or to my past.
“Then cum,” she states, grinning down at me. “Axel can clean you up later.”