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Putting his arm around Mary, Dan said, “Believe me Pete, anyone else and I might consider letting you work your charm, but not this time.”

With a reluctant shrug, Pete backed up a step. “Any other look but that in your eyes and I wouldn’t care if you tried to stop me.”

Mary held her hands up to form a T. “Too much testosterone around here. I think I want something to drink. Can I get you two something?”

“You don’t mind?” Dan looked down at Mary.

“Not at all.”

“Okay, I’ll have a scotch and soda.”

“A rum and coke, if you’re sure you don’t mind.” Pete raised one brow in question.

“I’ll be right back.” Mary left the two men and slipped between people to reach the bar. It took only a few minutes to get the drinks, and she returned with the drinks for the men and a Diet Coke for herself. Dan and Pete seemed to have set the limits where she was concerned. Pete stood back, but his eyes smoldered each time they met hers.

Mary listened to the two friends discuss golf and business, and finally Pete left them to greet one of the men from his district. Mary tagged along with Dan as he talked to customers. By the time the party wrapped up, she was ready to go back to the room. And ready for Dan to come back with her.

The night out had refreshed her spirits. Dressing up and being admired for how she looked, talking with people who didn’t know her troubles, and laughing as though those same problems didn’t exist had done her a world of good. But now she wanted to be held and reassured that the good feelings of the night could bolster her into the next day.

And if she was honest with herself, she had to admit she wanted to be alone with Dan. Each time he touched her, his fingers had seared their imprint. His eyes had glowed with pride and something like desire. She’d found herself stepping closer to him, leaning into the contact and smiling back in a way she hoped said she welcomed whatever he wanted to give her.

Dan helped Mary with her light shawl. “What would you like to do for the rest of the evening?” Before she could say she wanted to go back to the room, he added, “I guess we could go to the room, but we’re dressed up and the night is young.”

Damn. “I don’t know. If it was just you and Pete what would you do?”

“Knowing Pete, he’d suggest a strip club. But I’m sure you don’t want to do that.”

“Are you?” Mary met his gaze, unsure. Here she was in Las Vegas, definitely bird of paradise territory. She had a chance to step out of her sweet violet persona. She took a breath. She could be bold when she wanted to. Maybe.

“Well then,” she suggested, “why don’t we find him and see if he wants to go to the Wild Flower Club? I’ve heard it’s pretty interesting.” And the name was apt, considering she was about to change species of flora.

Dan burst into laughter. His eyes twinkled when he fixed them on her. “What in the world do you know about the Wild Flower Club?”

“Enough to wonder what all the fuss is about.”

“Enough to know the girls strip nude?”

She made a face of faux shock. “Dan Higgins, how do
you
know about this club?”

“I’m not telling.”

“Well, it’s all Ralph could talk about after we decided to come to Las Vegas. He told me the girls will put on private shows if they’re tipped well.”

“Your new husband was planning to take you to a club where he could get a
lap
dance? I hope I get the chance to punch him someday.” Dan shook his head. “At any rate, you’re too well informed. Let’s find Pete. Any lap dances tonight are all his.”

They pried Pete away from a blackjack table without too much trouble and set out for The Wild Flower Club at the north end of the Strip.

By the time a cocktail waitress wearing nothing but a very brief skirt and silk scarf wrapped around her neck brought Dan and Mary their third drinks, Pete was nowhere to be seen. On stage, a dancer wore a belt to hold the money men tucked there, and nothing else. She moved seductively around the center pole, stretching and undulating to the beat of the music.

No wonder Ralph talked about this place so much. It’s all sex, everywhere you look.
“Dan, where’s Pete?”

“I don’t know.” Dan half stood and looked around. “Isn’t that him up at the stage with the dancer wiggling her naked ass in his face?”

Mary followed Dan’s gaze. “Looks like he’s having a good time, doesn’t it?”

“Sure does.”

Mary was beginning to wish she’d ordered real drinks instead of virgins. The lights, the throbbing, thumping music, and the signs all around of sex, had wound her into a state of severe horniness. Being seated in a darkened booth against the wall gave an aura of privacy. She looked up. Dan was intently watching the show. If not for her, he’d be up front with Pete. Did he wish he was?

She
wanted his attention. She studied the girl on stage to get some idea of how she used her body. Sighing in frustration, she admitted there was no way she’d ever be able to move to music like that, and what if she tried and her body incited disgust rather than excitement?

All Mary sensed in Dan was the tenseness of his muscles. He talked a little—as much as he could above the music—but he hadn’t touched her at all, or given her smoldering looks like he had at the party. Had she imagined the message in his eyes or the possessiveness of his touch? A blazing bird of paradise would command his attention. Such a woman wouldn’t doubt her abilities, she’d
make
Dan notice her.

Mary placed her hand on Dan’s groin. He gasped. She gasped, too and almost yanked her hand back, nervousness threatening to overcome the needy pulse centered between her legs. Dan dropped his hand over hers, pressing her fingers into the bulge under his fly, then pushing down and tugging up, making her hand stroke him through his clothes. His cock, already long and hard, stiffened and grew under her palm. Something like a groan escaped his lips.

The club’s atmosphere stifled whatever inhibitions were left in her. Not considering who might be watching she released her breast from the dress bodice, then guided his free hand to caress her waiting flesh and pebbled nipple.

He draped his arm across her shoulders and turned her toward him. Even in the dim lighting, a look of hunger shone clear in his eyes. He kneaded her breast while his lips nibbled at hers.

“You know people can see us, don’t you?” he whispered.

“Everyone’s watching the action on stage.”

“Not that man over there.”

She looked over her shoulder to a nice looking middle-aged man at the next table. He raised his glass in salute with one hand. His other hand was inside the placket of his slacks. At that moment Dan dipped his head to suckle her nipple. A moan of pleasure escaped her, and any thought of the creepy man flew out of her head.

Dan nicked her breast with his teeth and she gasped again. The strange man at the neighboring table widened his eyes as though he knew what Dan had done.

How exciting.
The thought shot through her head. Being watched turned her on in a way she’d never imagined. Of course, no
sweet violet
ever thought about things like this. She winked and then turned her attention back to Dan.

She pulled on the zipper tag and released his cock. It surged, full and long in her hand. Dan lifted his mouth to hers again, but her tongue took control of him before he had a chance to play invader. She licked, touched, stroked, nuzzled, while her hand smeared pre-cum over the head of his cock.

Then she broke the kiss. Struggling to one knee on the banquette seat, she bent her head and sucked him. His hand moved down her back to her bottom. He lifted her skirt. Under the thong, he had full access to her feminine regions. They would also be exposed to their watcher. The thought made her hotter than a jalapeno.

Dan’s cock filled her mouth and touched the back of her throat. She struggled not to gag, but then Dan eased her head up a bit and she relaxed. At the same time, he smoothed her pussy juice up and down, bathing her clit.

Mary was no longer aware of what went on around her. Her consciousness focused on the sensations spiraling between her legs and the manhood filling her mouth. Up and down his shaft she moved. His free hand rested on her head, stroking her hair, entangling in it, holding her back when he wanted her to slow, then pushing until she took all of him. Extraordinary sensations overwhelmed her. Taste, touch, smell, sound, even sight, if the mind’s eye counted, all played a part in why and how she lost herself, and never wanted to be found.

He felt so good. Her tongue skimmed the bulging veins that lined his hard, long length. She sucked and licked the soft, velvety crown. His thick, wiry hair at the base of his shaft tickled her nose. She wanted all of him, right through to the end.

She’d never let Ralph finish in her mouth, though he’d asked her to over and over. The thought that Dan might excited her.

His fingers sank into her pussy and stroked in a mind-boggling rhythm. Her hips flexed in time with her mouth’s up and down movements. His thumb caressed her anus. His fingers probed and prodded. One finger—his pinky?—stroked her clit and she came undone. Her head sank to his groin and she groaned.

“Christ!”

She heard Dan whisper the exclamation in the throes of her orgasm and then he came, shooting thick streams of cum and filling her mouth. Too caught up in her own orgasm, she swallowed mindlessly. Then her body slowed.

Her heartbeat still raced, but she began to think again, to notice their environment. The loudspeakers still pounded out a beat, catcalls and encouragement to the stripper still rang out, the scent of sex still perfumed the air.

Dan’s cock became softer. He rubbed her butt but no longer penetrated her. With a long lick, she released him from her mouth. He helped her sit and rearrange her bodice to cover her breast. With a lazy glance, she saw the watcher cleaning himself with a napkin. He smiled. She turned away.

“Did you like that?” Dan kissed her neck and whispered in her ear. “Did you like knowing someone was looking at us?”

Half ashamed, she only nodded. Then she wondered why she felt ashamed. In this of all places, inhibitions should be banished.

He arranged his clothing and zipped up. “So you can understand why sometimes the strippers can do some of what they do. It’s an aphrodisiac, being watched. Don’t you think they’re feeding off the crowd now?”

Mary looked to the stage. A naked dancer dipped and rose, rubbed and stroked herself in front of two men who stood at the edge of the stage. One of the men was Pete. “Dan, do men like having sex with two women?”

“I’d have to say it’s a common male fantasy, why?”

“Well, she’s performing for two guys, maybe wondering what it would be like to be with both of them. I wonder, too.”

Dan stopped watching the show and faced her. Slowly, he asked, “Would you like to try it?”

She averted his gaze. “Would you share me with someone else?”

He stayed quiet a long time. “I don’t know.” Grinning, he added, “Some of me thinks it’s an incredible turn-on. But a larger part wants you to myself.” He nuzzled her neck, his breath hot and tantalizing on her skin. “Pete’s invited a couple of girls to his hotel room later. He’s invited us to join him. I told him no, but God, you’re sorely tempting me to drag him out of here and get the party rolling.”

She’d gone the distance to try to make Ralph happy. If Pete was right and he and Dan did share bed partners, what would she do to please Dan? The answer came with no ambiguity. There was only so far a sweet violet would go. It was time to discover what Dan expected of her.

“Why don’t we go back to the room, instead?”

He dropped a kiss on her lips. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

She watched as he made his way to the stage. Pete listened, then shot Mary a sexy smile. He said a few words to Dan, and then they seemed to argue. Finally, he raised a hand in farewell and turned his attentions back to the dancer.

Mary saw the look in Dan’s eyes as he came back for her. Tonight she’d do a dance of her own. The thought scared her, but thrilled her more.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 6

 

Dan couldn’t wait to get Mary back to the
Marco
Towers
. Taking her hand outside the club, he used the fingers of his other hand to whistle for a cab. In the backseat, he pulled her onto his lap, kissing and stroking her inner thigh, all the while dying as she squirmed over his erection. The pain was worth it, though. He’d never known anyone like Mary, whether the shy high school student, the woman hurt yet daring, and now this vixen she’d morphed into during the course of the party. Sexy, funny, smart. And did he mention sexy? She turned him on with just a glance.

She was vulnerable, yes, but she needed him tonight, as a woman needs a man, not as a shoulder to cry on. He’d forced himself to step away the night before. He wasn’t going to tonight, not after the signals she’d given. Signals? Hell, she’d given him a BJ right out in public, and
swallowed
. She’d bucked and flexed and let him finger-fuck her, knowing all along some
perv
watched from the next table. This was not his mother’s friend’s daughter. This was a hot babe he hadn’t met before. She wanted him and he wanted her. The fact they’d been friends years before only added to the fantasy.

“Do you know what I want you to do to me when we get to the room?” She lightly bit his earlobe, then licked it.

He slid his hand to her moist thong. With little effort he could edge it away and push his finger into her pussy. “What?”

“Fuck me, hard. And I want you to say dirty things.”

She was so wet his finger glided in past the knuckle. She spread her legs and her musk assaulted his nostrils. “Is that all?”

“To start with,” she said in a breathy whisper. “Just to start.”

Dan looked up to see the cab driver watching in the rear view mirror. He grinned and Dan grinned back, even as he turned Mary so her face wasn’t visible. She moaned when he withdrew his finger and then probed again. He struck up a steady rhythm. Mary tried to match it but her butt moving over his woody was too much and he held her still. He thought he had her G-spot with his short thrusts, and was sure when her eyes opened wide and he had to cover her mouth with his to keep her from crying out.

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