Page 14 of Untouchable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #1)

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Siri

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As soon as I step through the curtain, my team is there waiting for me.

James holds out a red teddy, and I step into it while Tory pulls it up and cinches it tight so my boobs nearly pop out.

Beatrice helps me into a pair of red platform heels.

When they step back, I hook my arms in the harness, and Cory flips the switch on the hydraulic lift, hurdling me through the air to the top of the ceiling, where he waits on a trapeze landing zone.

“Seary, you are on your game tonight.” He compliments me as he helps me out of the harness and onto the platform.

I laugh and tease him, “Have you ever known me not to be?”

He chuckles, “No, ma’am. I haven’t. You always deliver a stellar performance.”

I grab the rope, wrap it around my hand, and jump, swinging out over the crowd as the spotlights search for me.

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Hardcore

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THUMP, THUMP, THUMP.

The song "Beautiful Drug" by the Zac Brown Band begins as four spotlights from the four corners of the room circle the crowd to the music. Like everyone else, I look around, searching for her. Then with the opening words about a death wish, the beams converge at the very top of the stripper pole.

"Wow," I say as the crowd collectively gasps. Seary is positioned at the very top, doing a split in the air and rotating around it.

How in the hell did she get up there and change into a red outfit with platform shoes so fast?

As the song plays about being high, being addicted, needing a hit of love, and not wanting to be saved, she spins, doing various splits.

When the words say something about letting her hair down, she flips upside down and drops like a rock, then she clamps down on the pole, stopping with a hard jerk.

The words mention hair standing up, and I sit there feeling that effect after watching that daredevil move.

Damn! Fearless. I stare, unable to take my eyes off her, and I know everyone in the room is glued to her too.

For the rest of the song, she owns the pole, and the way she moves on it drives me crazy with thoughts of fucking her.

She is so limber and strong. Fuck; we could have fun!

When she gets to the landing, she lightly touches down, and I know the song is right.

She is "a beautiful drug," and I'm at risk of being addicted to her.

When the song ends, another immediately begins.

The runways have filled with dancers swaying to the song, "Loved Me Back To Life.

" Seary walks in and out of the girls down the runway in the red teddy and red heels, making her way to the stage.

When she reaches it, right on cue, they all begin dancing a routine, but she is more expressive in hers.

I'm enthralled watching her dance interpretation.

Her moves make the words resonate in my heart.

I can literally feel her bringing it back to life.

It's thumping harder for her now than my cock is.

When the words say strong hands and an open heart, I imagine my hands cupping her body, holding her tight against me, and cherishing her as I have never cherished anyone before, allowing her to see my pain.

As she dances, I see 'life' spinning across the stage.

Then she spins into the curtain and vanishes.

For a moment, I'm frozen. Then there is deafening applause. I whistle and stand, clapping as hard as anyone else while the other dancers run off the stage.

I turn back to see Bianca standing on the chair in front of Kip. She spins around to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him tight into her chest as she looks down into his face. He gives me a blind thumbs-up, then puts his hands on her ass and squeezes her butt cheeks.

I have got to relieve myself. I walk by them, and Kip asks. "You good?"

"Yeah. Nature's calling."

"Hurry up. She's not finished, and I know you don't want to miss it."

I pat his back as I walk by. "Order me a double. Make it two doubles. I'm gonna need it."

He laughs, and strangely, Bianca doesn't say a thing, but I'm too distracted by the cum in my balls needing to be expressed to give it much thought. I hurry away, knowing there is no way I can sit through another round like that and not shoot my wad in my pants. I have got to release the beast.

The floor is lit with soft red led lights, and I find the men's room easily.

It is full, and I wonder how many of them are here for the same reason.

I enter the stall, lock it, unzip my pants, and push them down so my balls can breathe.

I inhale and exhale deep breaths with a slow rhythm as my hand slides all the way up and then all the way down the length of my fully erect cock.

As I jerk off, my mind feels crazy as images of Seary flash through it like a kaleidoscope of snapshots through the camera lens.

The faster the images spin, the faster I pump until I'm dumping a full sack of my cum into the toilet.

The thick fluid splashes as it hits the water in the bowl, then I lean against the side of the stall, breathing cleansing air with my cock in my hand, wondering what the fuck has happened to me.

I shake my head to clear it, but she won't go away.

I see her bouncing down the runway again toward me, with her golden tits and hard nipples front and center, and the vision fills my cock again.

I want to moan in misery, push her out of my head, stuff a soft dick in my pants, zip it up, and walk out.

But instead, I reach forward and flush the toilet, then start sliding my hand up and down a shaft that is rock hard again, stroking the head of my cock, knowing I need to blow another wad of cum from my balls before the damn beast fits back in my pants.

I close my eyes, and her round ass gives my mind the imagery this go-round.

Wrapping my fingers around the head of my rod, I jerk the crown hard while I imagine her bent over my bed, her beautiful big butt sticking in the air, while my fucking cock pounds her tight pussy.

I open my eyes and watch it disappearing inside my grasp as I envision watching the head disappearing inside those powerful glutes.

The sound of my whacking becomes the sound of her ass smacking my abs with the force of my thrust and getting close to blowing again.

I close my eyes and watch the rippling effect my power has on her butt cheeks.

I break a sweat on my lip and brow with the exertion.

I have to hold back a moan again, and my knees want to buckle with the exquisite feeling of an over-sensitive tip, and I momentarily lose my balance.

But thankfully, the ejaculation hits the target again.

When I'm pumped dry, I lean back on the door and suck air in, then wipe the sweat away.

My mind is thankfully clear of her fog now.

Fuck! I haven't jacked off back to back like that since high school.

Conscious again of where I am, I flush the commode again, wait until my semen has disappeared, then stuff my soft dick inside my jeans and zip the motherfucker up.

I open the stall door and keep my eyes averted, but no one is looking at me anyway.

As I wash my hands, I look at myself in the mirror.

My face appears calm and cool, but my eyes tell a different story.

They look bewildered. I splash water on my face, then lean on the sink and stare at my reflection.

I have to face the reality of what this means.

Seary has somehow managed to crack through the barrier I locked my heart behind to keep it untouchable from the likes of bimbos like strippers.

The dude next to me asks, "Hey man, you alright?"

"Yeah. I'm cool. Just drank too much too fast."

I turn away and pull some paper towels off the machine to dry my hands. I throw them in the garbage cans on my out. I glance back at my reflection before I face her again. The same bewildered look is still there.

Dammit. I've fucked up coming here. I hang my head as I push the door open. She is going to be trouble .

When I step out of the bathroom door, I lean up against the wall and wait, not ready to go close enough to face her again.

The lights on the stage are illuminated, and my whole body tunes in to find Seary.

"Wild Things" by Alessia Cara is playing.

Another set of dancers are lined up and dancing, then there she is, sexy Seary.

She is incredible! My cock thumps acknowledgment when I see her.

I watch from this safe distance as they perform a choreographed dance routine.

Seary is dancing circles around them. Her advanced talent and skill are obvious to me.

This song is so spot-on as well. She is a wild thing and making her own way.

Bold, confident, and in your face about it too.

I like that! Listening to the song and thinking about the others she has chosen tonight makes me realize this woman has depth. She is more than a stripper.

A man exits the men's room, glances at me, and leans against the wall beside me. I recognize the birthday boy and say. "Sup?" He gives me a head nod. "So how torturous was that?"

He laughs and shakes his head. "Hell! Pure hell!"

I laugh with him. "Everyman's dream and worst nightmare."

He huffs. "That's for fucking sure." We watch Seary on the stage, lost in our own thoughts about her, then he adds. "I'll never forget her as long as I live."

I chuckle at that truth. "So what did she whisper in your ear anyway?"

He grins. "She said in the cutest southern accent. 'I'm going to give you a birthday kiss on your cheek right now, Sweetie. Don't move! I'm warning you. If you turn your face to steal a kiss, I'm going to turn Mr. Rooster down there into Miss Hen. Understand?"

We both bust out laughing.

"So she's not only sexy but sassy too, huh?" I ask him.

"She's got some serious attitude."