One More Rule: The Blindfold Club Novella (5 page)

This time she did it, exposing her bare pussy for everyone to see. Dominic’s grip on my hand tightened subtly, then relaxed. “Fuck, she’s hot.”

I grinned. Did he know how much I loved hearing him say that? He was confident enough to know this wouldn’t bother me. He was a man, hardwired to be attracted to tits and ass, and it seemed fucking stupid for him to hide it. Let him look and enjoy. I was. And my tits and ass were nicer, not to mention Dominic owned every inch of me, which made my ass a million times better.

Evie snatched the five-dollar bill from Logan and stood swiftly. She charged toward the end of the line of men waiting to tip, her face determined.

“That was . . . unexpected.” Logan’s expression had an edge of concern. Maybe he’d expected her to be too shy.

Like blood in the water, the men noticed her presence as a herd, and a few jaws dropped open. They parted, all gesturing for her to go to the front of the line. “Hey, ladies first,” one of them said.

Evie was probably bright red. I couldn’t see with her back facing us, but one of the guys at the front leaned over and said something close to her ear. She turned to look up at him wide-eyed, and Logan bolted out of his chair.

“Wait,” Dominic called. “It’s cool.”

Apparently all the man had said to Evie was to put the money on her lips, which she did.
Yeah, Evie.
I laughed as the fully nude blonde took one look at my friend with a five-dollar bill on her face, and sauntered her direction. I had to believe every pair of eyes in the building were watching as the stripper palmed her breasts, and leaned into Evie so she was nuzzled between them.

“Fuck,” Logan swore in appreciation. “I think I have another five.”

The blonde’s breasts were pushed together, so when the stripper stepped back, the five-dollar bill was stuck in her cleavage. People hollered for her to do it again, and someone yelled for Evie to take her top off. That sobered Logan quickly.

“Save your money,” Dominic said. “We’ve got a private room we can head to whenever you want.”

Logan’s attention turned to Dominic, stunned and yet grateful, and it was clear he understood. A private room meant lap dances away from an unwanted audience. Right now there were dances going on in the open booths lining the left wall. Anyone could watch the girls as they slid their bodies over the customers, which was sexy, and also safer for the dancers. But the strippers always had bras and panties on. We’d get to see more in the private room.

Sure enough, Evie’s face was flamingly red when she turned on her heel and marched back toward our table, but she held her chin up. As she made her way through the tables of men, they stared up at her, lust in their eyes, and it was clear that wasn’t lost on her. Oh, there was power in being a desired woman. I knew about that. At times, the power could be downright addictive.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Logan asked, his lips teasing a smile.

“Did you, boss?” Her voice was casual. “She smelled like strawberries.”

The server came by with our glasses, and Dominic doled them out to the table. We drank and watched a few more performers, but no one held a candle to that first blonde who’d mastered the pole.

The shower show was nice. The ebony stripper had fantastic tits, and they looked even better when they were glossed with soap and water. As we finished our drinks, a redhead wandered past, dragging her hand along my shoulders.

“Do you or any of your friends want a dance?”

“Maybe in a little bit,” Dominic answered for me. She smiled and flitted away, and he turned quickly to me. “Unless you were into her? Did I just make a horrible mistake?”

“Please. You know I’ve got my eye on someone else.”

We hadn’t talked about me getting a lap dance, he just knew. His eyes lit with amusement. “The blonde?”

I nodded as my hand tried to travel a line up to his dick, but he squeezed my wrist. “Control yourself.” His expression went strict and hard. “Or I’ll do it for you.”

Evil, evil man. Saying that in his dark voice turned the volume up on my lust until it was deafening. Yet, he had a good reason to stop me. I’d feel awful if I got us kicked out and Evie and Logan’s night came to an abrupt end.

“What do you think?” Logan said to Dominic, nodding toward the glowing neon sign that announced the private rooms.

“Let’s do it.” Dominic gathered up our supplies and the ice bucket holding the champagne.

“We’re leaving?” Evie sucked in a breath, probably horrified at how disappointed that had come out sounding.

“No, Evie,” Dominic said. “I’m gonna buy Logan a lap dance. You get to pick out the girl.”

The future Mr. and Mrs. Stone exchanged a glance.
Choose wisely, Evie.
I needed him to beg for sex so we could both win our little competitions.

Logan’s intense eyes stared down at her. “You should do the lap dance. You’re the hottest girl in here.”

Dominic cleared his throat, but Logan remained unfazed. Thankfully Evie didn’t fall for it, and she scanned the room, evaluating the girls working the floor. Her focus settled on a leggy brunette with shoulder-length hair and a pretty face, and sexy librarian glasses that were probably just for show. Yet they made her look cute and studious, which would definitely appeal to anal-retentive Logan.

“Her,” Evie said. Her smug voice matched her expression, saying she was confident in this decision.

We went to the bouncer waiting beside the doorway, and I pointed out who we wanted to come join us in our private party. He nodded, wrote it down on a clipboard, and told us we were in room three.

The narrow hallway was dimly lit and bare bones, and there were a total of three rooms judging by the numbers on the door. I opened ours and was pleasantly surprised. It had a large tufted couch in red and two black chairs opposite it, with a low table in the center for our drinks. In the corner, a lit platform surrounded a pole. The hallway had been kind of gross, but this was nice.

Dominic and I each took a chair as Logan sat on the couch. “Come here,” he said to his fiancé. “Are you okay with this?”

She let out a short laugh. “Me? Yeah.”

It did seem silly to ask, given what we’d done, but at the same time I appreciated how important Evie’s level of comfort was to him. He always did his best not to fuck up with her again.

“Let’s establish rules,” Logan said.

Evie gave him a dubious look. “You want more rules?”

“Guidelines,” he amended. “I’m allowed to touch you. Kiss you. Everything except for sex is fair game.”

Evie bit down on her lip and shook her head. “Part of the rule is no nudity—”

“As long as I don’t violate that.”

She didn’t get a chance to answer him, for a sharp knock came from the door, and it swung open a half-second later. The leggy brunette with glasses. She was even cuter up close.
Good.

She gave a shy smile, undoubtedly part of her act. “I’m Tracy. Someone wanted a dance?”

Dominic pointed out Logan. “He’s getting married next weekend.”

Tracy made the appropriate small talk that was probably club required, congratulating Logan. Thankfully, I didn’t have to do that when I’d been seeing clients at the blindfold club, because I fucking sucked at talking.

The garter around Tracy’s thigh was holding a lot of twenties, and I wondered how much she made a night. Nowhere near as much as I did at the blindfold club I was sure, but she also made hers legally. She fidgeted with her lacy red bra and matching panties, as if anxious to get them off. Her curves were nice. Big breasts, and a round ass that begged to be touched.

“You sure you’re okay with this, sweetheart?” Tracy asked Evie. I’d stopped listening to the conversation for a moment, she must have figured out the bride was right beside the groom.

Evie gave a devious smile and nodded.

“Okay,” she said to Logan. “Can you open your knees? I need some room.”

When Logan leaned back against the couch and relaxed his legs, Tracy put one knee between them, sliding it up and down, right over the fly of his pants. Her hands twisted behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra, and she held the cups to her chest for a moment before dropping the fabric away.

Her tits were immediately in his face.

Evie’s breathing picked up as she watched the topless woman grind on her soon-to-be husband, but she didn’t look anxious. Nope, she was getting turned on. She crossed her legs and put her hands together in her lap, almost as if she wanted to touch Logan but didn’t want to get in the stripper’s way.

Tracy’s hands fondled her breasts, massaging them as she slid up and down his face. The music from the main stage was pumped into the VIP room and wafted from a speaker in the corner. She moved in time with the song that was all about fucking, letting her body give us a perfect visual.

When she straddled Logan’s lap and rode him, everyone else in the room froze. Were they as unprepared as I was for how hot the scene was? Logan’s hands splayed on her thighs around him, just resting there. Tracy didn’t seem to mind.

“Fuck, Evie, kiss me.”

A startled smile broke on her face. “Yeah? Are you having a
hard
time?”

“He’s getting there,” Tracy said, flashing a wink. Then she rose up on her knees, undulating while her hands ran up and down his chest, caressing him through his dress shirt.

I flinched when Dominic’s fingers skimmed my knee. I’d been so engrossed watching the show I hadn’t noticed he’d pulled his chair closer to mine. I leaned in and breathed in his ear, my words barely a whisper.

“I want to fuck you so bad right now.”

“I know.” He gave me a triumphant smile.

This was Dominic when he was most in control, and he loved his power. There’d been so many nights when we’d played with Akira and Yuriko, and I’d been writhing under his command, desperate to hold it together and begging for him to fuck me. He’d spent the first few months following Akira’s lead when to reward, but his confidence had grown to no longer need advice. Dominic knew exactly when to give me what I craved, and how long to deny it to maximize our pleasure. Or make me crazy. Sometimes they were the same.

Tracy’s hand flowed down the line of buttons on the front of Logan’s shirt, over his belt, and . . .

“Shit.” Logan groaned it through clenched teeth.

I raised an eyebrow at Dominic. Was that sort of thing allowed? He shrugged.

“You’re barely looking at her,” Evie said to Logan. “Don’t you think she’s hot?”

I cut the chuckle off before it slipped out. She was taunting him, trying to win her bet, and I fucking loved it. Plus, she was right. It seemed as if Logan was struggling and avoiding the scene as much as possible.

He groaned, low and frustrated. His hand hooked around the nape of Evie’s neck and dragged her across the couch so he could crush his lips to hers while the stripper raked her fingernails over his zipper. I drew a deep breath in, sipping the air that was heavy with desire.

Tracy stood while Logan continued to deliver a passionate kiss, his mouth moving over Evie’s with reckless abandon. Tracy turned and sat in his lap, rubbing her ass against the bulge of Logan’s cock. Her creamy tits jiggled with her movements, and I fought to keep still. I wanted to touch her, or for Dominic to touch me, or both. My skin was tight with lust and I needed relief.

Evie moaned when Logan’s hand trailed down her neck, over her collarbone, and settled on her breast. It was then that Tracy leaned to put her back against Logan’s chest, her head resting on his shoulder opposite Evie. The dancer continued to squirm, and her movements were obviously having an impact on him.

Her head turned toward him, and I caught a flash of Tracy’s tongue as it dipped out to lick the side of Logan’s neck. He jerked and his free hand wrapped around her hip.

“Look at him,” I whispered to Dominic. “Living the fucking dream.”

He smiled back like the devil.

Behind the gyrating body, Logan fought for breath, or maybe to maintain his control. To go more than a month without sex, to kissing Evie while a nearly naked stripper humped him . . .

“Someone’s a lucky girl,” Tracy said, glancing at Evie. “His dick is huge.”

Evie’s face colored a shade of pink, and that was her only response. But the blush quickly faded when Tracy stood and swayed to the music, her fingers creeping beneath the band of lace at her hips. She rocked her thumbs down painfully slow, one side then the other, as her underwear began its taunting descent.

There was a sharp inhale from Evie when the red panties were lowered to mid-thigh, just below the money-filled garter. Tracy bent forward and set her warm hands on my knees. Her ass wiggled, shoving her bare pussy right in Logan’s face. All the while she smiled at me behind her glasses.

“You’re pretty fucking hot,” I said.

She tossed her hair over a shoulder, and for a split second I wondered if she was bashful, but she laughed softly. “Thanks, girl.”

“You never answered me,” Logan said, his voice hurried.

Evie’s gaze seemed unable to leave Tracy’s hypnotizing pussy. “About?”