Page 50 of Untouchable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #1)
I roll up and bounce my body parts back to the pole. With my back to them, I slide slowly down until I'm doing a straddle split, and then I twerk the floor until the song ends. The spotlight goes off, and I pause the music.
Clapping and cheers of fuck me's and fuck yeah's ring loud around the dark room. I jump up and grab my dress. Carefully counting the steps, I retrace my path, and when I turn the lights back on, I am dressed again and standing in the center of the room.
They look around, surprised to see me there.
Curling my finger at TD, I motion for him to join me, and then I hold my hand out for the crop.
I tell him as he places it in my palm. "Charlie gets his lap dance now.
Take him with you and move his chair. I want it front and center, but with the back up against the platform. "
TD walks up to Charlie, points at him, and motions for him to follow. Charlie's dick pushes his boxers straight out, and he dances behind TD singing, "Fuck me! Fuck yeah," to the melody of Happy Birthday to me.
Everyone laughs.
I stand patiently as TD puts the chair where I want it, and Charlie settles in.
Then I turn to the women and hold out the crop.
"Mandy, come here." She bounces and flitters to me, then takes the crop.
"Go stand behind Charlie." She spins around and makes her way to her husband with the same high energy stride, a big grin on her face and the crop held up high over her head, totally owning it. "Charlie, do you remember Rule #1?"
His grin fades. "Fuck yeah."
"Good. And do you remember Rule #7?"
Mandy arrives and stands behind him with the crop still high over her head.
He glances up at it and pooches his lips. "Fuck yeah."
"And do you remember how good your wife is with the application of #7?"
Mandy looks down at him.
He pouts. "Fuck yeah."
"Good. Because I remember how much she liked it too."
Mandy giggles.
"Mandy, if he raises so much as one little finger off that chair, you are to use the crop on him."
She grins and licks her lips.
Charlie says, "Fuck me." His tone is so pitiful, and everyone laughs again.
The lights go off, and in the darkness, I can hear nothing but the room breathing. Everyone is waiting to see what I do next.
The first strains of music from a jazzy version of "Feeling Good" fill our ears, and then I am bathed in a brilliant spotlight.
As Jeff Gutt's sexy voice sings, I remove the clip, shake my hair and let it float down, shielding my face.
Then I begin to walk to Charlie, crossing my legs, one in front of the other, in true old-school striptease fashion.
I toss my hair for dramatic effect, wildly swinging it to the right, then to the left, then up and over as I stalk my prey like a lioness.
The first time he sings the chorus about a new dawn, a new day, and a new life, I roll up on my toes like Michael Jackson and freeze.
When he sings "Feeling Good," I slide my hand between my legs and thrust my hips three times with the horns.
On the fourth one, I thrust my hips, grab my skirt, and expose myself.
A slow "Go … Baby … Go" slips out of Charlie's mouth.
On the next verse, I square up in a solid stance to the chair directly in front of him. His legs are spread but not wide. I place my foot between his legs and push against his knee with mine as I step in and spin around.
Throwing my head back, I stand there, letting my hair hang down just inches over his cock.
Then I lift my arms over my head and start slithering down, spreading his legs wider and wider with my ass rolling in my dress like a heartbeat.
When I reach the bottom and Jeff sings, "Feeling Good" again, I spin around and blow hard!
The concentrated stream of air pushes the thin fabric against his straining dick, and it thumps with the horns.
He grips the arms on the chair, leans his head back, and screams. "FUCK ME!" When his head falls forward, his eyes come back immediately to me, and I grin wickedly at him, licking my lips. His knuckles are white with the strain of maintaining control.
On the third verse, I start the same slow sexy slither back up, running my hands over my body and into my hair.
Unsnapping my collar, I let my top drop off my tits.
Running my hands over them, then into my hair, I display them for him.
He licks his lips, and I lean over his lap and reach for the chair behind his head, letting them swing forward toward his face.
His mouth opens, expecting to taste one, and his hands twitch, wanting to touch them. I push off the back of the chair and halt them just in time. He stares up at me, and I blow again on his face, then I squeeze them, pull my nipples and roll my head around my shoulders.
Charlie roars. "FUCK YEAH! FUCK ME!"
The music shifts, and I back away until my hair hovers over his erection. Then I throw my hair, around and around, whipping it, letting it strike his cock.
Charlie moans with each blow, and Mandy whispers, "Go, Baby, Go."
At the song's end, the lyrics describing a new dawn, a new day, and a new life are sung three times.
The first time, I throw my hair back, thrust my tits at him again, and wink.
The second time, I cock my ass to the side and push my skirt off that hip.
Then I do the same thing to the other side.
My Black and Blue Baby slides off and lays in a pile at Charlie's feet.
Mandy lays the crop across Charlie's chest and stares at me with eyes as big as saucers, and Charlie looks trapped behind it.
I spin around and prance to the middle of the room, where I strike a sensual pose to each dramatic beat. On the last "feeling good" chorus, I dig my fingers in one butt cheek and lift it. Then I squeeze one breast and lift it. Right when the song ends, I tip my head and kiss my nipple.
The room falls in darkness, and no one is breathing.
Then the spotlight on the pole platform comes on.
Charlie and Mandy have not moved. I've seen this level of shock before and know I have to ease them out of it.
I approach slowly. When I come into the light, their eyes lock on me, watching every move I make.
They don't say a word, and I don't either.
Pulling my diva dress up, I wiggle my hips, and the heart-shaped skirt slides in place.
I bend over, letting my tits fill the bodice, and then snap the hook.
When I'm dressed, I fluff my hair and place my stiletto on his knee, then lean over to him and whisper with a husky voice.
"Tell me, Charlie, did you like your lap dance? "
The spell I wove is broken, and he throws his head back, then crows like a rooster. "GO, BABY, GO!" The sound echoes. Then Mandy crows too.
Everyone starts to laugh, and I turn all the lights on. Dropping my heel, spinning around, I throw my hands up in the air and tell them. "Go, Baby, Go! That's my motto!"
Mandy walks up and hands over the crop, then she bounces and flitters as only she can do back to the girls. Charlie, meanwhile, struts his erection as only he would do back to the men.
I motion again for TD to come to me. When he arrives, I hand him the crop. "Wait up there for me." He jumps onto the platform, and I walk under the center spotlight.
When I'm there, I turn the lights off. Darkness and silence fall over the room again.
Only the sound of their excited breathing fills the air.
I take my time, letting the anticipation build, closing my eyes, and becoming Britney Spears.
I haven't done this routine in a while, but I know when I hear the music, the dancer will remember every move as if it were yesterday.
The first strands of "I'm A Slave 4 U" starts, the spotlight turns on, and for the next 3:23 minutes, they watch Britney dance the video. Every body thrust, every hip grind, every fucking move is perfect.
The dance is upon me! I don't deny it. I don't hide it. When it's over, there is spontaneous applause. I wave to them like Britney and tell them. "I thank you, and Britney thanks you."
I point at TD and hit the lights. He comes trotting to me. Whispering in his ear, I tell him what is up next and give him the crop. He turns to Mac and motions for him to follow. They pick up the lap dance chair he selected and move it behind the stripper pole facing the room.
Mac takes a seat, and as instructed, he places his hands on his knees, not on the chair's arms. He gives a mighty "Fuck yeah!" Which sounds like yee-haw and waits, grinning.
Rosa jumps up and down, knowing she is going to get to participate. I motion for her to join him. She runs up to TD, and he tells her where to stand, then gives her the crop. She doesn't stand behind Mac as Mandy did. I have her standing off to the side, out of the way.
"Faster, Bitch, faster," Mac tells me from the chair.
Grinning at him, I kick my stilettos off, and when each one lands, the lights turn off behind me and on at the platform.
Then Chris Cagle's "Let There Be Cowgirls" starts, and I sprint as fast as possible to the stage.
Using Charlie's lap dance chair as a catapult, I propel myself at the pole.
Grabbing it, I swing my legs straight out, letting my momentum carry them over the top of Mac's head.
He blinks and twitches out of instinct, but he doesn't move. He holds his ground, fearless.
The revolution brings me to his chair, and I lightly place my feet on each arm, towering over him.
I dance like I'm riding a horse, swaying, dipping, hunching, and grinding.
When I look down on him, Mac grins that sexy sideways grin.
I grin wickedly back at him, and he leans his head back. "Fuck yeah!" He tells me.
Def a Matthew McConaughey move.