My head was in a daze. I couldn't believe that Brendan was taking me out to dinner tonight. My shift at The Ballroom would be over in an hour and Brendan was supposed to pick me up soon. I was so excited that I could barely keep myself from shaking.
I danced on stage, gyrating, closing my eyes and focusing on the image of Brendan. His shirtless chest, strong arms, and open lips made me ooze inside. I wanted to kiss him so badly, to feel his mouth against mine. The crowd cheered at the sight of my oiled chest.
I got down on my knees and thrust my hips right in front of a customer's face. I turned around and crawled towards another customer, giving them all the perfect view of my ass.
The desire to touch myself was building. My face was flushed and my heart was racing. I continued dancing, picturing Brendan holding me tight and never letting me go. I snapped back to reality when the music stopped. The audience erupted with cheers and gave me a standing ovation. I didn't even know what I did up there. I was so distracted with the thought of Brendan.
I went backstage to find Gunner getting ready to go on.
“I just watched you, Shawn. What got into you on stage? I've never seen you like that before.”
I blushed and hid my face. “I don't even know what I was doing.”
“It looked like you were ready to come up there.” Gunner laughed.
My face turned a deeper shade of red. “I think I almost did.”
Gunner continued getting dressed in a waiter outfit. “Well give me whatever drug you're on because I want to feel that.”
Should I tell him about Brendan? There was something about this guy but I barely knew him. “Good luck out there,” I told Gunner as he went out on stage.
I sat down in my seat and realized that cock was still hard. I relaxed and closed my eyes. Brendan was so fucking hot. My body pulsed at just the thought of him.
Joe marched in through the door and interrupted my fantasy. “I don't know what you did out there but it was fantastic, Shawn.”
“Thanks, Joe. I guess I was just in the right mood.”
“Well whatever it was, do it again. You have a gentleman out there requesting a lap dance.”
Could it be Brendan? I checked the clock on the wall and it was almost ten. I smiled and got my game face on. I was going to give him the lap dance of lap dances.
I strutted out into main room and over to the private booths. My heart skipped a beat right before I opened the velvet curtain. And everything fell apart when I saw it was a stranger and not Brendan.
I put my smile back on. Got to focus on all those tips. “Hey sugar, you want a lap dance?”
“Get that hot ass of yours over here.” The customer was large and reeked of alcohol. His eyes were cast in shadow and his grin scared me a little.
“Buckle up then, this is going to be a wild ride,” I replied playfully.
I faced away and planted my butt right on his crotch. He was already hard which wasn't surprising. Most of my customers were before I even started. I rubbed against him, listening to him moan and groan.
He wrapped his hands around me and squeezed my arms I normally didn't care about men touching me or my ass but this felt different. It felt wrong. The man leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “You were so hot on stage. I couldn't stop thinking about that fine ass. I bet your cock is so hard right now.” His hand trailed down my stomach and I swatted him away.
I shook my finger at him. “No no, you're being a bad boy.”
The customer leaned back and smiled. He was really enjoying this. I spun around and straddled him. I buried his face in my abs, rubbing the oil all over his face. Suddenly, he flung me off him and stood up.
His smile turned devious as he looked down at me. “I bet you can't wait to feel my big cock inside you.” He began to unbuckle his belt.
I was calm and collected. I'd been in this situation many times before. Jerome, the bouncer, was only feet away—plus I could mess this guy up. The customer was drunk and there was no need to cause a scene. I tried reason with him. “Sir, you're drunk and you can't do this.”
The man kept grinning as he pulled down his pants. His prick was small and hard. Not enough meat for any man. I giggled a little and called out for Jerome.
The velvet curtain opened and it wasn't Jerome. It was Brendan. His eyes glanced from the customer's crotch to me sitting helpless in the booth. His eyes filled with fury and his fists clenched into wrecking balls.
I put my hands up to stop him but it was too late. He used the customer as a punching bag, hitting him in the stomach until the customer puked all over the floor. Brendan didn't stop there. He smashed his fist against the guy's face, dislocating his jaw.
Jerome hustled over within seconds and wrapped Brendan in a bear hug. But Brendan was in a blind rage. Nothing could stop him now.
He wrestled with Jerome and I screamed for them to stop. “Jerome, he's my friend!” I called out.
Jerome saw the customer on the floor and realized what happened. He released Brendan and held him at arm's length. “Are you okay, Shawn?”
“Yes, I'm fine,” I replied. “My friend, Brendan, came to my rescue just before things got out of hand. Jerome turned towards Brendan. “I'm sorry I grabbed you. I thought you were the one trying to hurt him.”
The red in Brendan's eyes faded as he breathed in deeply. He nodded to the bouncer who dragged the customer out of the booth. Brendan took my hand and lifted me up. “Are you really okay?” he asked.
I nodded, dusting myself off. “Thanks for protecting me.” My heart was beating more rapidly than before. He still held my hand as he led me out of the booth. His touch was electrifying. We came to the back door that said: Employees Only. “Let me change and I'll be right back.”
Brendan looked concerned and didn't let go of my hand.
I wanted him to hold it all night. “It's okay, Ill be all right.”
Brendan nodded and let go.
I caught his eyes staring into mine as I closed the door.
Steel came running up to me. “Are you okay, Shawn? What happened?”
“A customer got too close. Nothing out of the ordinary,” I told him.
“Thank god, with all the commotion out there, I thought it might have been worse.”
“Relax, I'm fine,” I said. But did I believe it myself?
Steel smiled and went back to fixing his outfit.
I took in a deep breath and found the button-up shirt I brought for the date tonight. I changed out of my skimpy strip-club thong. I slipped the black shirt on and buttoned it up.
Steel rushed over. “Damn Shawn, you look fucking hot.”
“Thanks.” I looked at myself in the mirror and realized that Steel was right—I did look hot. My tight shirt showed off every bulging muscle. I sat down and put on my long leather boots.
“Have a hot date?” Steel winked.
I nodded. I hadn't been on a date since high school. If you could even call that a date. Kyle trying to go down on me before we even started the car wasn't exactly what I thought a date should be.
“You're going to knock his socks off.”
I smiled and hoped that Brendan would feel the same. I brushed my hair and before going back out.
Brendan's smoldering look turned to shock when he saw me dressed. “Shawn, you look fucking amazing.”
A shiver ran through my entire body. How could his words make me feel so sexy and confident?
Brendan bent his elbow out and I took his arm. “Shall we go?”
I stared at him and nodded. I was speechless in his presence.
Jerome apologized to Brendan on the way out and he played it off like it was nothing. We walked through the parking lot, arm-in-arm, and came to his motorcycle. The bike was all black save for some large chrome pipes that ran along the sides.
“What's wrong?” Brendan asked, sensing my fear.
“I've never been on one of these before.”
“It will be a first for both of us. I've never let another guy ride with me before.”
I cocked my head to the side. “Why not?”
Brendan shrugged and kept silent. He was so mysterious which made him damn sexy. Brendan handed me a helmet that was big and bulky while he put on a little bucket that barely covered his skull. “Why do I have to wear the full helmet and you get to wear the small one,” I asked.
“We have to protect that beautiful face of yours.” He knew exactly how to make me melt. I stuffed my head into the tight helmet. It fit perfectly.
Brendan straddled the bike and jerked his head for me to come over. I lifted my leg over and sat down behind Brendan.
Brendan hit a red button and the bike groaned to life. The rumbling between my legs was a sensation I'd never felt before. It was rough and hard but I kind of liked it. I looked around for somewhere to put my hands. Where does the passenger hold on?
Brendan yelled over the roar of the engine. “Wrap your arms around me and hold tight.”
I did as I was told and slipped my hands under his arms, placing them on his chiseled chest. Oh my, this man is built.
Brendan twisted the handle and the bike lurched forward. I hung on tightly as the motorcycle sped away. I looked behind me at the neon Ballroom sign before Brendan banked around a corner. The wind soared through my hair as we cruised through the night. The vibrations between my thighs were exciting and unknown.