Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
We've got a couple of hours until the Eagles' Roost opens, and I got Chef to promise that the bar is off limits until then. Ideally, this time, he won't walk in on us with the opening crew in tow.
I check myself in the mirror one last time, then draw a deep breath. "You guys ready out there?"
Even though their response is enthusiastic, I almost chicken out for like the tenth time today. What if they just laugh, or think it's dumb? But no. I can't think that. They've been practically begging me for this since we met, and you know what? If they don't like it, that's on them. I'm going to do my best, and just count on them knowing better than to make fun of me for it.
Before any more second thoughts—more like fifteenth or sixteenth thoughts at this point—I tap play on my phone, which is Bluetooth connected to the house sound system. A moment later the first song in my playlist starts, a slow song with sexy vocals and a driving beat.
Almost like it was designed for strip tease and pole dancing.
Then I pull the curtain aside and stride out with determined steps and swiveling hips, just like Zoe taught me.
It's worth it just to see their jaws drop.
All I've got on is a button-down men’s' shirt, a nearly see-through front clasp bra and a pair of lacy black panties. Oh, and the tallest fuck-me heels I could trust myself to walk in. Apparently, they don't hate it.
I grab the pole for support, and swing around. I'm not going to try to climb the stupid thing, but Zoe showed me all sorts of ways of working it into my stripping act for the guys without having to get all athletic like she does. Some things are best left to the pros, at least until I've had more time to practice.
Animal whoops as I come around to face him, while Badass and Quickshot watch me like I just fell from the moon. I think they like it, and now that I'm out here, I love showing them what I can do. It's not every day you can spellbind three smartass bikers just by wiggling your ass at them the right way.
I put my back to the pole, slide one hand down so I can hold it for support, then thrust my hips forwards at them in time with the music, before I spin back around so it's between me and them, almost like I'm hiding behind it.
Badass mouths "Fuck," though I'm not sure he realizes it, and when I start to unbutton the shirt, they all lean forwards to see better.
Remembering Zoe's advice, I keep it slow, swaying my hips as I move across the stage, popping the little buttons one by one. More and more cleavage appears, and I imagine doing this in front of a packed bar, and not just my guys. Obviously they'd be right up front and center anyway, but God, the thought gets me wet. Maybe I'll be brave enough someday, as long as I've got Badass, Animal and Quickshot here to protect me and take care of me, but only if they want me to. But I know how they love to show me off, just to make sure everyone knows that they own me.
I smile at the thought. My possessive cavemen.
As I pop the last button of the shirt and pull it open, Animal throws his cut on the couch beside him and peels off his T-shirt. We twirl our shirts in unison, and with a laugh, throw them aside. Seeing them start to undress gets me pretty hot under the collar too. If I was still wearing the shirt I guess.
I put my back against the pole and reach up over my head to grab it. As if the bra wasn't already giving my breasts plenty of help, the move puts them right out there, and the guys notice, to put it mildly. It's hard not to laugh as I twirl around the pole until I'm back up front but this time bent over with my ass facing them. As I wiggle it, they're watching intently, even as they scramble out of their clothes.
I should probably wrap this up soon, or they're not going to give me time to finish.
By the time I'm undoing the front clasps on my bra, they've all got their pants off, and they're watching intently while stroking themselves. Now that's a sexy freaking sight. Three ramrod straight cocks pointing at the ceiling, already shining with moisture as my three favorite guys in the world are working their fists up and down. My mouth is literally watering.
I draw a deep breath, because Zoe said it would push my breasts out more, then open the bra to reveal them. Maybe it's me, but I'm pretty sure all three of them just sped up their stroking, like they can't help it. I give the girls a little shake, then throw the bra aside. Just my panties left now, and I'd better hurry before they just charge up here and tear them off me.