Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 29299 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29299 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
“You’ll like this. Go ahead, sweetheart, numb the chaos and sample a real whiskey.” I wink at her.
She wraps her nimble fingers around the glass and gulps the amber liquid like it’s a fucking soda. Her eyes widen impossibly big, and then she coughs and waves a hand over her tongue, making both Ren and me burst into a bout of laughter.
She grabs the lemon drop from Ren and gulps it down. “Oh my God, it burns. I hate whiskey,” she whines.
Ren slaps the table and holds his hand up to the waitress. “Bring ice and lemon drops. Keep them coming.” Then he turns to Sofina, laughing. “Don’t you own a bar?”
“Our whiskey is watered down and I don’t drink the stock.”
“Wussy,” he teases.
A round of applause sounds through the room as a guy takes to the mic to introduce the next act. “Please give a warm embrace for Nina Rose.”
“This is our artist. The one I was supposed to meet with,” I whisper against Sofina’s earlobe and groan when she leans into me and shivers.
Nina’s guitar strums and a few whistles pierce the air before an alluring pulse croons from her lips, filtering into the mic and floating over the audience. She has a country style about her and highly sellable. Everyone in the audience, including the three of us, are captured by her music.
When she finishes up, Sofina mumbles, “Her tits aren’t even that big.”
Ren chokes on his drink, spitting half of it down himself. “Why does that matter?”
I watch a crimson glow redden her cheeks when she realizes she spoke aloud. “Oh, sorry, Eve said she was a stripper and had big boobs.”
Ren’s phone buzzes with an incoming text that has him grinning and licking his lips.
“Care to share?” I tease him, getting him back for eyeballing Sofina’s sucking skills earlier.
“Not in this lifetime.” He flicks beer from the table in my direction before flitting his thumbs over the phone with a reply. “She’s not a typical stripper,” Ren pipes up before slipping his phone away into his pocket.
“What does that mean?” I drum my fingers on the table and with the other arm drag Sofina onto my lap so I can feel her ass against my cock.
“I mean, she’s a high paid dancer. She’s behind a screen in a members-only club. Not out on a pole at a biker dive.”
“Still a PR nightmare if it gets out,” I groan.
“Artists pole dance in music videos these days, Ronan,” Ren argues.
“That’s true and look at those lady rappers. They sing about their snatches all the time,” Sofina says, shuddering. And again, Ren and I burst into a fit of laughter.
When we settle down, Ren nods back to the stage and asks, “She’s good, right?”
“I like her,” Sofina announces with a sigh. “I’d love to be able to sing in a place like this with her confidence and talent.”
“You have more talent,” I remind her. “And if you want to sing here you can.”
“You want me to go speak to the manager? He’s a friend.” Ren winks at her, and she looks up at me expectantly.
Without waiting for a reply, Ren scoots out of the booth and waltzes off.
“He’s joking, right?” she breathes.
“Nope.” I grin, nibbling her neck.
“Oh, God. I’ll be too nervous,” she whispers.
“Let me help relax you then,” I rumble, slipping my hand up her dress to brush over her lace-covered pussy. “Be a good girl and part these legs, sweetheart.”
She does as she’s told, allowing me access to slip beneath her panties and insert a finger into her cunt.
Wet and needy as always.
Delicious.
Her breathing becomes ragged as I tease and taunt her with the promise of an orgasm. Her hand grips my wrist and guides my movements. I allow her to take control, knowing I’ll be dominating her ass later.
She groans and it makes my dick harden. She squirms and rotates her hips. I nip her lip and use my thumb to circle her clit. Her pussy walls clamp and pulse. Her breathing hitches. I kiss her cries away as she comes over my fingers.
“Better?” I lick her lips.
“Yes, so much.”
When Ren returns, he’s not alone. Nina stands with him nervously picking at her fingers.
“Nina, you were amazing. I’m Sofina,” my girl says to put her at ease, offering her a hand to shake.
“Thank you.” Nina smiles and glances over at me briefly before looking away.
“Sofina, you’re on in an hour,” Ren informs her. “I can’t stick around, but I know you’ll do great. Nina’s going to take you backstage so you can practice and get ready. Brother, I’ll call you.” With that, he pats Nina on the back and takes off.
Sofina waits for me to say something, her ass not moving from my lap. I hold in a chuckle, tapping her ass to encourage her to go. “You’re going to be amazing. And you’re in good hands. Good job tonight, Nina. You’re going to have a fruitful career.”