Page 12 of Untouchable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #1)

"You are looking so fly!" She says and hugs me up. "I so desperately need this date night with my men. Thank you, Baby."

We walk arm and arm back to Kip, and I shake hands with him while Bianca puts herself between us, hooks her thumbs in our belt loops, letting everyone know that we are both with her tonight and off-limits.

The two hostesses I met before are gawking at us, but Beverly is cool and professional as she walks up.

"Your table is ready. I'll escort you inside."

I motion for Bianca to go first, but she pushes me to follow Beverly, then I feel her hand slip in mine. I look to find her grinning at me wickedly while she pulls Kip after her. When we stop at the entrance door and wait our turn to go through, Beverly asks. "Did you enjoy Rebecca?"

"I did. I had a good time with her."

Bianca squeezes my hand hard, and I frown down at her.

She asks in a hiss rather than a whisper. "Who the fuck is Rebecca?"

I glance at Kip for help. He pulls Bianca to him and kisses the top of her head while I answer. "Blackjack dealer."

Her eyes are narrow when she mouths silently to me. "Better be."

I laugh at her possessiveness and turn back to Beverly.

She leads us into the club, and I'm amazed at the size.

Quickly getting my bearings, I analyze the floor plan and realize there are multiple clubs inside.

This first one is as big as a concert hall and houses multiple bars, dance floors, and a big stage along one wall with the other walls decorated with live dancers inside cages.

Beverly proceeds straight through to the sign that reads, "Gentleman's Club.

" It is just as big and also has multiple bars and a stage on one wall, but instead of floor space for dancing, it is all cocktail tables with a maze of runways that have stripper poles.

When Beverly stops, we are at the table at the end of the main runway. "Best seats in the house. Enjoy the show." She states simply, then walks away.

Our waitress takes our order, then vanishes.

The three of us sit facing the stage. Bianca, naturally in the middle, puts both elbows on the table, folders her fingers, and rests her chin on her thumbs.

She watches the dancer right in front of us, twirling around the pole.

Kip looks at me and nods his head in her direction with a 'check out her intensity' look, and I grin back at him.

The dancer has some seriously sexy moves, and pole dancing will be on Bianca's To-Do list next week, no doubt.

Surveying the room as the music thumps hard enough to feel, I see at minimum twenty dancers twirling around us on the poles, or bumping and grinding on the runways, and maybe another ten offering lap dances on patrons in the audience.

Keeping my eyes averted from the sensual dance happening right in front of our table, so my cock doesn't grow any larger, I notice a few girls leading customers off, and I can only assume they are heading to the VIP rooms for a private dance.

Suddenly the whole place literally thumps once with a deafening bass and strobe light. Then the room goes completely black. Startled, Bianca makes a small yip and sits back in her chair. The room is quiet for a split second, then THUMP, THUMP. THUMP, THUMP.

Scanning the room during the strobe flashes, I see that all the dancers are heading out. In silence, Kip leans over to me and says. "Perfect timing. Seary is about to perform."

I lean over to him. "I certainly hope she's as good as all the hype."

THUMP, THUMP. THUMP, THUMP....

THUMP, THUMP. THUMP, THUMP.

The timing is a heartbeat. Nice! The heartbeat THUMP continues matching the song cadence as "Sex" by Cheat Codes & Kriss Kross Amsterdam plays.

In the strobes, I see ten dancers in only G-strings and pasties pairing up and posing in different sexual positions, then dancing and rearranging their pairs. Kama Sutra, sweet.

There is one dancer who seems to be the main attraction.

I analyze her quickly. She is blonde, yes, and has a great body, including big tits and nice ass, but she isn't what I was hoping for.

She is very good, and her dance skills are superb but definitely forgettable.

Still, my dick is enjoying the show. Each loud THUMP vibrates it, and I put my hands in my lap to stop it.

Our waitress comes up with our drinks and leans over me to place them on the table.

Bianca, back in charge, leans forward and practically hisses at her.

She smiles at me nonetheless, and I can't help smiling back.

I straighten my leg and reach in my pants pocket, pull off a couple of bills, and tip her tits.

She grins and leans down to talk in my ear.

"I'll be back to check on you, big boy, in a little while. "

I nod, and she disappears. When I look back at the table, Bianca is glaring at me. "What?" I say innocently and reach for my drink.

I can see her mouth moving, but because of the loud music, I thankfully can't hear a word. Kip is clueless, and his eyes are feasting on the dancers.

Taking a sip of Crown, I nod my head at Kip. She looks over at him and realizes she isn't the center of his universe at the moment, and she turns her attention back on him. Holding my drink in my lap, I steady my cock again and concentrate on enjoying the show without a hard-on.

As the song ends, the dancers lay lengthwise on the stage, head to head and toes to toes, in a single line, and the big-breasted girl that I assume is Seary crawls over them.

Dragging her hair and tits over their abs, she tosses her mane, making it hit their pussies, while she twerks over the faces.

The sight is sexy as fuck as she moves down the line.

Whoever thought that up knows how to insight arousal.

The dancer reaches the end and splays out too.

The thumping gradually gets softer and softer while the stage and runways slowly illuminate, dimming the effects of the strobes still matching the bass.

I look at Kip and Bianca. She slid closer to him and hooked his arm, so her tits mash into it. I smile, lean forward, and say. "That was hot!"

"Yeah, it was." Kip agrees.

Bianca reaches for her drink. "It was a good warm-up for Seary."

"That wasn't Seary?"

"Hell no!" Kip exclaims. "That's the opening act."

"Oh. I didn't realize that."

Bianca grins over her drink and winks at me. "Get ready to get horny, Baby."

I look back at the stage and take a sip of Crown. Someone has placed a straight-back chair on it, and two dancers complete with flamingo feathers stand beside it.

The voice of an announcer booms the room.

"We have a birthday boy in the house. Johnny Robinson, please stand up.

" The crowd erupts with cheers and clapping as a young man at the table next to ours stands.

The announcer continues as the dancers carry the chair down the runway in line with where he stands.

"Johnny is twenty fucking one!" More cheers and clapping.

"You know what that means!" Chants of "Seary's Hot Seat" start, and the announcer says.

"Johnny ... if you dare ... take Seary's Hot Seat. "

The THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, and the strobes return, but with a different rhythm. Johnny, whose grin is from ear to ear, waves again to everyone, but he shakes his head, declining the dare, and sits back down at his table.

The crowd yells. "Take the fucking chair! Take the fucking chair!"

Kip leans toward him, cups his hands beside his mouth, and chimes in. "Yo, Johnny boy! Take the fucking chair, Brother!"

Bianca rolls her eyes. She leans over and tells me. "He wishes it was him."

Johnny's friends pull him from his chair and push him onto the stage.

The two strippers take him by the arms and guide him to his birthday throne.

Before he sits, he flips everyone off, and the crowd roars with laughter.

Then he plops down in the chair and finds himself promptly tied to it.

He leans his head back, and I can see the dread in his body language.

The lights go dark again, except for the beam of a direct spotlight on him and one circling the curtain on the stage.

The crowd goes instantly silent as the THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, and strobes take over.

Anticipation is heavy in the air. The tension is thick as the excitement builds, then the plucked notes of an electric guitar fill the room, and I recognize "So Contagious" by Acceptance. Hmm. Interesting choice.

Kip leans over and shouts. "This is going to be good."

But I don't hear him. The circling spotlight found its target when the curtain was pulled back, and a Goddess dances onto the stage.

I know without a doubt, this is Seary ! Staring at her, spellbound by her beauty, my mind goes blank, and the words of the song think for me.

Wow! This is unexpected! My cock fills with blood.

One hand instinctively seizes it, trying to choke the life out of it, while the other hunkers down on my drink, and I struggle to get a grip on myself.

She boldly bounces onto the stage to perform for a crowd of drunken fools, but her graceful movement belies her occupation, and I recognize a gifted and talented dancer before me.

She moves with the elegance and poise of someone who could, and probably should, be dancing on a larger, grander scale. She is perfection in motion.

I sit motionless, completely spellbound, and locked down tight in my seat, not wanting to miss a thing, appreciating that every moving part of her beautiful body is in total rhythm to the beat. Right down to the smallest nuance of the melody. She is incredible.