Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
I’m blown away by the stamina of the dancers, as well as the inventive ways they move their bodies that articulate each muscle. It’s impossible to watch them without thinking of the parallel ways they would move during sex.
It occurs to me at some point that all of the other women in his huge room, and probably some of the men, are having the same thirsty thoughts I am, and I hate how that realization irritates me. I have no claim on these men at all, just a kiss, which is hardly a sign of undying love. I’m being silly to fantasize that they’re mine in any way.
I’m torn between thinking it was a mistake to come tonight — because who needs the hot and horny thoughts these men are inspiring? — and thinking this show is the best thing I’ve ever seen in my life. If I weren’t embarrassed about it, and if we were sitting closer, I’d have my phone out recording everything so that I could watch it over and over.
When the waiter comes by again, I ask for a refill. The sweet drink goes down so easily.
The crowd starts chanting, “Dodge and Diesel! Dodge and Diesel!” Dramatic spotlights signal something special, and then the twins jog out onto stage dressed as race car drivers, one all in black, the other in red.
They gradually remove their clothing as they perform increasingly complicated moves that involve acrobatics and a lot of expert timing, and I’m ashamed that I ever thought of them as just strippers, because they are obviously extremely talented and must put in a lot of hard work to get their routine just right.
Further into their act, when they’re facing the audience, it seems like one of them looks right at me, but I know that can’t be possible, not in this huge crowd, and from such a distance. But then he winks at me! And he subtly alerts his brother, whose eyes search and then find me a moment later.
My insides are so hot that I’m pretty sure I’m just a puddle being kept in human form by my tight dress.
After the twins’ performance, all six men return to stage, including Chase, who hadn’t been out since his opener. “It’s time to celebrate a couple of very special ladies tonight,” he announces.
Maddox jumps off the stage and brings up a woman wearing a bachelorette sash and tiara, as her friends cheer them on. Chase is setting up two chairs, one at each end of the stage, and I’m thinking about the penis cookies that Maddy made for the club when, all of a sudden, one of the twins is coming toward me.
I assume there must be a bachelorette in the vicinity that I hadn’t noticed, but it soon becomes clear that he’s aiming right for me!
11
Touch whatever you like
It’s Diesel, and he takes my hand, clearly with the intention to take me to the stage. I shoot a frantic look to Becca, who’s laughing and gesturing for me to go.
“What’s going on?” I hiss, letting him lead me because I’m too shocked to protest and also possibly because the cherry drink is softening my judgment. Every woman we pass is looking at me like I just cut in line at the coffee shop.
“Just giving you a warm welcome to our club,” Diesel says, holding my hand as we go up the steps to the stage.
He has me sit in the available chair, and I’m instantly aware of the fact that everyone in the room can see me. Even though the dress I’m wearing is similar to what the majority of women here have on, I wish I’d stuck with my original outfit, because I can only imagine what all of these people are thinking about how my big body looks squeezed into this tiny dress.
I don’t get much time to think about my appearance though, because Diesel is dancing in front of me, teasing the removal of his snug black t-shirt. Of course, the audience and I have seen his bare chest several times tonight, but the view never gets old.
When his shirt is off, and I get to observe his glorious back muscles up close, he dances around to stand behind me, lifts my arms, and runs my hands over his bare chest. His skin is hot and smooth, and I close my eyes for a second, overwhelmed by what I’m experiencing. As he takes my hands lower, over unbelievably tight and defined abs, I turn in my seat, wanting to get a look to go along with my touch. Diesel smiles down at me and my cheeks flame in response.
As I turn to face forward, he releases my hands and Dodge dances over, taking the spot in front of me, his hips shimmying as he turns his back to the audience. “Are you okay?”