Chapter 21

Lacey

This is so much more fun than I thought it would be.

When Adam said we were going to a strip club for our date, I was surprised—but definitely intrigued and excited.

I’ve always been curious to see what happens in a strip club—not that I don’t know what happens, I just have to see it for myself. I’ve always been curious as to why men enjoy it so much.

Now, I can see why. The exotic dancers are beautiful and sexy. They know how to draw you in with the erotic sway of their hips, and keep you captivated in their dance until the very end.

The dancer, who I just gave a hundred-dollar bill to, is wrapping up her dance.

I feel Adam lean in closer to me until his lips are a whisper away from my ear.

“So, go big or go home, right?” he whispers.

“Mhm,” I reply.

“And you want the full experience, right?” he asks.

I turn towards him to look him in the eyes. Now, my lips are a whisper away from his.

What is he thinking right now? What devious plan does he have up his sleeve?

There’s a look of amusement mixed with raw desire in his eyes. My body instantly responds to the desire. Liquid fire ignites between my legs, causing me to fidget a little in my seat.

Adam sees me fidget, and his eyes darken further with arousal.

“Yes,” I whisper. “I want the full experience, please.”

He smiles mischievously.

“Come with me then,” he says as he rises up from his chair and holds out his hand for me to take.

Without hesitation, I place my hand in his, and he pulls me out from my chair.

We start walking towards the back of the club.

Adam stops in front of a room concealed by a curtain and pulls it open before stepping aside to let me go in first.

I’m thrown into a lush private room. It’s decorated with the same colors and feel of the main room, but it feels like its own little world, maybe because it’s only me and Adam in here.

Adam comes up behind me and places his hands on my hips.

“You wanted the full experience, and it wouldn’t be, unless you got the chance to do as the strippers do,” he whispers in my ear. “I want you to strip and dance for me, Lacey. I want you to put on a show—just for me and no one else.”

I shiver. I’m more than willing to strip and dance for this man, and only this man. The idea of it alone ignites my blood.

“Will you do this for me, Lacey?”

“Yes,” I confidently say.

“Excellent,” he states.

He moves from behind me to situate himself on one of the large couches in the room. He leans back and spreads his arms out on top of the couch. His eyes are solely focused on me and waiting for me to fulfill his desire.

You got this, Lacey. Let’s give him the best show he has ever seen from any woman or stripper.

I slowly walk closer to him. With every step closer to him, I undo one button at a time on my blouse. I make sure my hips are swaying in a slow and seductive rhythm as I walk.

Once the blouse is completely unbuttoned, Adam’s eyes light up with pure pleasure. I’m wearing the lingerie he had sent me as a gift.

The whole set is leather. The bra holds my breasts in confinement with crisscrossing leather in the middle, mimicking a corset. The tighter it is laced, the more it pushes my breasts up. Two leather straps connected to the side of my breasts cross down in the shape of an X underneath my breasts.

I toss my blouse to the floor.

My hands lift up to lace through my hair as I sway my hips and twirl around slowly, so my back is facing Adam.

I look over my shoulder to give him a sexy and seductive smile.

I can tell by the look on his face and the bulge in his pants that I’m successful with the show I’m giving him.

Keep going, Lacey. Push him further until he’s on the edge of his seat, itching to have his hands all over you.

I reach to the back of my skirt and unzip it. Folding my fingers into the waistband of the skirt, I slowly push it down to the floor. I’m bent over at the waist now, giving Adam a perfect view of my ass and the other half of the lingerie set he gave me.

“Shit,” he growls.

I’m wearing a leather G-string and leather garter belt that’s connected to black thigh highs. I put on black high heels to match not only my outfit, but the lingerie, too, hoping he’d get to see it all.

I stand up and turn back around to face him.

“You approve?” I ask him with a sly smile on my face. I know he approves, but I still want to hear him say it.

“Fuck yes, baby,” he growls. “I knew it would look perfect on your delectable body.”

Pleasure radiates throughout my body at his compliment.

I smile at him and then start to dance. I sway, twirl, bend over, and anything else I can think of that is sexy and teasing for him. I make sure he’s able to get a good look at me from every angle.

With every slow twirl, the look on his face becomes more intense and strained from the sexual attraction building between us.

This is a lot more fun and erotic than I thought it would be. I’ve never done this for any man before. Adam makes me feel beautiful, sexy, and desirable rather than clumsy or inexperienced.

I move closer to him, so when I turn my back to him, my ass is right in front of his face, and when I twirl to face him once more, my breasts are in his face.

I can tell he’s loving it all, and I’m loving it just as much as him.

The longer I dance in front of him, with his eyes glued to my every movement, my panties become wetter. I’m so turned on right now, and he hasn’t even touched me—yet.

God, this man is intoxicating. And so damn sexy.

“Fuck, Lacey. You’re exquisite. Don’t you dare stop, baby.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, darling,” I reply.

I don’t think anything could stop me from dancing for him. Nothing to make me stop causing that yummy look on his face. Nothing.

In fact, why don’t we take this a little further, Lacey?

I want to blow his mind, and for that, I need to get even closer to him. Real close.

Oh, this is going to be really fun.