Lust (The Stripped Bare Series Book 1) (14 page)

Jasmine

Holy crap! That was amazing. I didn’t know sex could be so good. Gavin wasn’t the worst, but he always seemed disinterested and his idea of foreplay was taking me out for dinner first. My legs feel like jelly and I’m still throbbing down below. How has my life changed so dramatically in just over a month?

Lying on the bed, I don’t think I can stand to go home. Max hasn’t said a word for the last five minutes and I’m actually starting to worry that there’s something wrong. Turning over, I position myself on my elbow so that I can look at his gorgeous face. The stubble, that was scratching my thigh earlier, covers his structured jaw. His dark hair hangs gently over his face and his big brown eyes look heavy and glazed.

“Is everything okay?” I ask nervously. He turns his face towards me and gives me a sullen smile.

“Yeah, I’m just thinking about Dexter.”

I laugh, but realise quickly that the situation isn’t funny when his smile fades. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t laughing at the situation. It was just you were thinking about Dexter just after we had sex.” I shrug. He smiles and his chin dimples, it’s cute.

“Sorry, I’m just trying to think how I’m gonna tell him.” I feel bad for him. Dexter is his best friend, and I feel like piggy in the middle.

“You don’t have to tell him, yet. I’m not going to tell anyone. Let’s see how things go before we announce it.”

“You’re right.” He turns over to look at me. Reaching over, he tucks a stray piece of hair behind my ear. “Do you know how fucking sexy you look right now? I want to fuck you all day long.” That tingling sensation starts again and I can feel the dampness re-appear down below.

“Do it then,” I breathe.

“I wish I could, but Jake’s away and I’ve gotta run the club.” He looks upset.

“I’ve got to get home, too. I need to get ready for tonight.” I feel him stiffen next to me, his face turning pained.

“I don’t know how I’m going to cope tonight watching you up on that stage, all those men drooling over you.” He’s jealous; it makes me smile inside knowing this fact.

“Just remember whose bed I was in this afternoon, that should get you through it.” I wink and he beams a roguish smile before flipping me over and slapping my arse. Leaning over the bedside cabinet, he pulls out another condom, slipping it over his stiff cock. I watch him over my shoulder as he lines himself up at my entrance before ramming in hard and fast.

I’m so nervous, I’m not sure I can go through with this.

“You’re gonna do great,” Piper says as I sit in the dressing room hyperventilating.

“I don’t know, Pipe. It’s not the same as dancing in front of the girls. You all know me, and you’re all so nice and kind. These are strangers. Men. What if they hate me?” After I left Max’s flat I went home to get ready for this evening. I picked Austen up from school and fed him before coming back to the club. My stomach has been in knots all afternoon. I haven’t seen Max since this morning and I don’t know if I should go to the office to see him before I go on stage.

“Listen, just imagine they’re all old, fat, naked men, you’ll be too busy trying not to laugh to feel nervous.” She winks at me and I laugh. A knock on the door interrupts us and Max pops his head around it.

“Can I have a sec with Jasmine before she goes on stage?” he says to Piper. She gives me a sly smile, before standing and exiting the room. Max walks in, closing the door behind him.

“Hey,” I say, awkwardly.

“Hi. Are you okay?” His face looks nervous, anxious even.

“Scared.” He walks closer to me as I stand up on shaky legs. His close proximity is making me sweat, more so than the nerves.

            
 
“I don’t want you to dance.” His eyes are downcast as he says the words.

“It’s a bit late now. I have to do it. You’re the one who arranged all this with Scotty and Jake. I can’t back out now, Jake would fire me.” His eyes bore into me as he walks closer, I back up until I reach one of the lockers and he grabs my hair in his hands, pulling my head back. He kisses me along the curve of my neck and I melt into him.

“I want you to look at me the whole time, I don’t want you to take your eyes off me. No one will touch you, if they try, I’ll break every last finger.” His tongue runs up my collarbone and I shiver from the sensation. His hand moves down towards my hot pants and he cups my pussy before moving them to one side and running his finger along my clit. “You’re so wet for me. Remember that, when you’re dancing for those men. You’re wet for
ME
.” He plunges his fingers inside me and I moan in pleasure. He takes my mouth, pushing deep inside, tangling my tongue with his. His fingers continue to tease me until I feel that familiar tingle inside. The pressure builds as he continues his assault on my tingling pussy. I moan into his mouth as my orgasm rips through me. He grabs me with his strong arms as my knees give way. This was not the best idea, right before I have to go out on stage. He lifts me up and places me on the table next to the coffee machine.

“Don’t forget,” he whispers into my ear, before turning around and walking towards the door. “You’re on in ten minutes.” He opens the door and walks out, closing it quietly behind him. Holy shit! That was intense. I’m not even sure I can stand now, let alone dance. That was probably his plan all along.

I take deep breaths before I try to stand up, and make my way to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, my cheeks have a rosy glow to them, my hair is slightly out of place but I easily pin it back up with a few hairgrips. As I head towards the stage, Piper appears from the staffroom.

“I was just coming to find you. Are ya okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good.” I smile. She grins back at me like she knows something is going on, she doesn’t know the half of it.

“You’ll be fine. Now, go get ‘em, tiger.” She winks and makes her way out towards the bar area to watch the performance.

The beat of the music starts and my stomach starts to churn; it feels like a washing machine doing a spin cycle. I start to do the breathing techniques that Scotty taught me as I walk through the curtain. My eyes instantly find Max’s and I keep them locked on his as I walk sensually towards the pole. I don’t even register how many people are in the club; I just look into Max’s eyes. They’re filled with lust and I know that he can’t wait to get me out of here so that he can bury himself inside of me.

I make one little mistake but I hope no one noticed, I need more practice if I’m ever going to be as good as the other girls. The music comes to an end and for the first time I notice that there are wolf whistles coming from the crowd. I had completely blocked everything out, other than the pole, the music, and Max. I finally look around and there’s around thirty blokes all looking at the stage. A rush of nerves washes over me when I realise what I’ve just done. But I did it. I actually did it.

“When’re ya gonna get yer tits out?” Someone shouts from the crowd. Max shoots them an evil look then jumps on stage to collect the tips as I make my way out back.

Sitting in the dressing room, I throw a robe around myself and place my head in my hands.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Piper’s voice asks, as I start to sob uncontrollably. I’ve never really been a crier, but my emotions seem to be all over the place right now.

“I messed up, Pipe.”

“You didn’t, no one noticed, babe. You were brilliant.”

“They were pissed that I didn’t strip.”

“Fuck ‘em. Listen, you made some great tips for your first performance. You were brilliant. You know I wouldn’t lie to ya.” Wiping my nose on the robe, I look up at her face. She looks sincere, which makes me feel a little bit better.

“Thanks, Pipe.” I give her a small smile, leaning in to hug her, before standing to get changed. “I better get behind the bar.”

“Take your time, Liz is fine.” Exiting the room, she leaves me to get ready before I have to go back out to the bar. I think I’m more nervous now that I’ve got to go out and face people than I was before the performance.

The rest of the night actually runs pretty smoothly. A few of the men comment on my performance, but the feedback is really positive. Only one bloke made a snide remark about my clothing, or the excess of it. I brushed it off with a laugh and carried on with serving. I haven’t seen Max since I left the stage, I’m not sure if he’s avoiding me, or if he’s just busy. I realise that I miss him. I really wanted him to come and see me afterwards.

We lock up and I head towards the changing room. Piper left a few hours ago, it’s her night off but she came in to give me some moral support. Harry, the stand-in doorman, and Liz are the only other people left in the club. I grab my things and head into the bathroom, waiting until they both leave. Hopefully, they’ll think I’ve already left and go without me. I want to surprise Max, so I wait until all is quiet before walking down the corridor towards Jake’s office. A loud clatter from outside the window makes me jump; the darkness of the club has my pulse racing. I knock on the door before poking my head around. He looks tense, his fingers pressed into his eyes as he leans on the desk.

“Is this a bad time?” I ask timidly. He looks up, shocked, but doesn’t smile. I stand for a few seconds, shifting nervously from one foot to the other. It’s gone midnight and I’m exhausted but I couldn’t leave without seeing him. “I’ll go,” I say, deflated. “See you tomorrow?”

“Sorry, it’s been a rough night.” He smiles, motioning for me to come in. I make my way towards the desk and place my hands on his shoulders. He sighs as I gently massage them. Leaning back in the chair, he lets out a quiet moan pushing his shoulders further into my hands. “That feels good.” I carry on massaging him, pushing deeper against his broad shoulder muscles. Running my hands down his arms, I reach his sleeve and notice the tail of his mermaid. I smile. I knew the very first time I saw that tattoo that we were meant to be together. When he told me the story of him wanting to find his mermaid I couldn’t wait for him to find my birthmark. I knew that he would notice it, and his reaction when he saw it clenched my heart.

He finally relaxes and I move around to the front of the chair, hitching up my skirt before straddling his lap.

“Better?” I can feel his cock pressing against my pussy through his trousers.

“You did good out there tonight, you did as you were told.” I wiggle on his lap and it earns a growing reaction.

“Do I get rewarded for being a good girl?” My voice is soft and sweet. I want him to take me over this desk and make me come.

“Hmm, let me think. You were a very good girl.” Putting his palms under my arse, he stands, lifting me up onto the desk. He lifts up my skirt and teases my pussy over my knickers, rubbing hard. “I want you to play with yourself.” He sits back down on the chair and watches me intently. I’m nervous, I’ve never been an exhibitionist but over the last month, I’ve got a job in a gentlemen’s club, and I’ve pole danced in front of a crowd of men, I guess this is the smallest thing I’ve been asked to do. Pulling my knickers to the side I rub my clit slowly and methodically in circles. My head falls back as the sensation of it overwhelms me.

“Look at me.” Max commands. I whip my head up to meet his eyes. He watches my fingers as I slip one inside cupping it forward slightly. I thrust it inside, finding a rhythm. His eyes grow heavy. Slowly, he moves his face down towards my fingers. His tongue finds my clit, sweeping it upwards, sending shivers down my spine.