Ultimate Prize (2 page)

expression was one of embarrassment as she shook her breasts in his face. Laughing, Chula planted a kiss

on his shiny crown and danced away, leaving her stocking draped around Pete’s shoulders and a bright red

lip print on his head.

Back onstage, Chula dropped her garter belt and turned her back on the crowd. Hungrily, Zel and the

spectators watched her unhook her bra. She faced the crowd again but kept the bra pressed to her breasts.

Zel pulsed with a desperate craving to see more of her naked flesh but she refused to alleviate his need. She

continued sassily twisting and bending. Other strippers would have been completely naked by now and

writhing raunchily. That Chula lengthened the tease made him crave her all the more.

Zel fantasized about having her in his bed. God, what he would do with her! He imagined burying his

face between those thick thighs or his cock sliding between her slicked tits. His dick leapt in his pants. He

quickly checked to make sure no one noticed his bulging erection. He was safe. Every eye in the room

trained on Chula.

The room erupted with wild whistling and hollering as Chula threw her bra into the crowd and exposed

her black and hot pink nipple tassels. The music crescendoed as Chula jumped up and down on her toes.

With every hop, her breasts jiggled wildly, the tassels whipping in fast circles. Zel flew to his feet, clapping

and catcalling with the rest of his peers.

Turning her back to the crowd, Chula slowed her body movements as the salsa music morphed into a

sultry tune that conjured visions of a smoky cantina and frantic, sweaty table sex in Zel’s lust-heightened

mind. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties and dragged them down her round, tan

globes. Heat surged through his belly as inch by delicious inch of her silky skin was revealed. A glittering

rhinestone thong clung to her ass. Panties around her ankles, she slowly bent forward at the waist and

shook the plump flesh to the delight of her fans.

With a loud smack on her tush, Chula straightened and stepped out of her panties. Those too she flung

into the audience. Yet another scuffle broke out among the men but Zel was oblivious. He couldn’t take his

eyes off the gyrating goddess before him. Tongue against her teeth, she undulated like a belly dancer, one

hand buried in her hair, the other brushing against her stomach. The tiny triangle of sequined fabric barely

covered the hairless apex at the top of her thighs. He desperately prayed it would soon be removed.

Zel’s eyes widened as she picked up a bottle of lotion from the short stand next to the tub. Across the

pulsing throng of patrons, their eyes locked. Rather naughtily, she ran her fingers down the length of the

pearly tube. Her pointed tongue flicked across the top. His cock throbbed as if she’d just licked the head.

Rubbing the tube between her luscious breasts, she popped the lid and squeezed the bottle so hard, white

lotion shot all over her breasts. The symbolism wasn’t lost on Zel or the rest of the clamoring crowd.

Wearing that dreamy, sexy expression, Chula looked like a woman thoroughly debauched. She

carelessly dropped the bottle and rubbed the creamy lotion down her gently curved belly. Ever so

cautiously, she climbed into the bathtub. Armed with a dripping sponge, she dribbled water down her front

before lathering the lotion covering her skin. As it foamed, Zel realized it was body wash.

Quite indecently, Chula soaped her body. Zel imagined his hands roaming her slick skin, his fingers

kneading those large breasts and slipping beneath that oh so tiny swatch of cloth covering her sex.

All too soon, Chula lowered herself into the tub. Just as the music began to fade, she placed her toes

against the rim of the tub and grasped the sides, arching her back as she lifted out of the bath, soapy water

dripping from her glistening, gorgeous body. It was truly a sight to behold.

And then the lights were snuffed and the curtain fell. Pandemonium ensued. Zel couldn’t whistle or

hoot or clap. She’d left him absolutely breathless. He had to meet her.

* * * * *

Safe inside her dressing room, Yolanda Ramirez dropped the now-damp robe her assistant had thrust

upon her as she left the stage. She unfurled one of the folded towels resting on her dressing table. As she

pressed the towel to her neck, her legs trembled and belly quivered. Curious, she slipped a hand between

her thighs, tucking the fingers under the rhinestone thong. Her fingers slid in the juices coating her dusky

lips. Her clit throbbed.

“Oh god,” she murmured, cupping her mound. Reluctantly, she removed her hand and wiped her

fingers on the towel.

In the four years she’d performed as Chula Rubens, never once had she been aroused by a patron. As a

general rule, she offered the body shot to whomever had paid for the performance, but the second she’d

clapped eyes on the blond Adonis in the front row, she’d decided to switch things up a bit. For the first

time in a long time she’d been able to separate one face from the crowd. She’d danced as if doing a private

show. Judging by the crowd’s reaction, they’d loved it.

Fanning her face, Yolanda grabbed a bottle of water and swallowed an icy sip.
You have to calm down!

She couldn’t walk into her autograph and schmoozing session all hot and bothered. It wouldn’t be

professional.

Loud rapping at the door grabbed her attention. Expecting Lynn, her assistant, on the other side, she

didn’t bother to grab her robe. Since Lynn helped her into her costumes, pasties and all, there wasn’t really

a need for modesty.

Nipple tassels tickling her skin, she wrenched open the door and recoiled with surprise. Instead of being

eye to eye with a spunky brunette, Yolanda suddenly had an eyeful of a white poplin shirt and classic black

blazer. She tilted her head back and recognized the handsome blond from the front row.

Realizing her mistake, she gasped and fought the urge to slam the door. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t already

seen everything already.

His icy blue eyes raked down her body. She seized the opportunity to size him up as well. With those

broad shoulders and that angular jaw, he possessed the fierce look of a warrior. Even now, completely

relaxed, he stood like a boxer, his lead foot planted just ahead of the toes of the other, his weight shifted

back. And yet there was nothing aggressive about the stance.

She imagined the rippled muscles hidden beneath his shirt and mustered tremendous control to keep her

greedy fingers still. He was so close she could smell the subtle cedar notes of his cologne. She inhaled

discreetly and buzzed on his manly scent.

“I’m sorry.” He stepped back from the doorway, obviously discomfited by her half-naked state. His

accent—almost Russian but not quite—piqued her interest. “Should I come back later?”

“Just hang on a sec.” She snatched her robe from the floor and slipped into it. Tying the sash, she

reappeared in the doorway. “Come in?”

With a nod, he accepted her invitation and entered the dressing room. She closed the door behind him.

Smiling, he extended his hand. “Zel Tesla.”

“Yoli Ramirez.” She clasped his warm, rough hand. Noticing the confusion wrinkling his forehead, she

quickly explained, “Chula is just a stage name.”

“I see.” He nervously cleared his throat. “So that was quite a show.”

“I aim to please.” A playful smile curved her mouth as he fidgeted with the program clamped in his left

hand. “Would you like an autograph?”

Seemingly relieved, he nodded. “If you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind.” She crossed to her dressing table and chose a marker from the cup Lynn had left.

Glancing at the mirror mounted over the table, Yoli noticed Zel’s eyes trained on the outline of her ass

through the clinging robe. Her tummy fluttered as she realized he hadn’t just come for an autograph. If that

was all he’d wanted, he could have waited for the meet and greet.

No, he’d come for something else…something she was more than willing to give.

With a seductive swing of her hips, Yoli approached Zel and took the program from his hand, making

sure to graze her fingertips against his skin. She smiled coquettishly and placed the program against his

chest. The tip of the marker raced across the bottom of her vixenish pose.

Her signature in place, she toyed with a button on his shirt. His heartbeat sprinted beneath her fingertips

and she took that as her cue to continue. Rising on tiptoes, Yoli languidly sniffed his neck and lazily purred,

“You smell amazing.”

Tiny goose bumps erupted along his neck. The corners of her lips curved with a smug grin. “Do you

want to kiss me?”

The vein in his throat jumped. “Are you serious?”

She smiled saucily and pressed her plump lips to his. He stiffened in surprise but quickly relaxed as she

sucked his lower lip between hers. Anxious quivers rocked her belly. A hungry groan escaped his throat

and vibrated her lips. His strong arms wound around her back and hauled her against his chest.
Success!

Fingers sifting through his short hair, Yoli captured his mouth in a sensuous kiss. Her tongue slipped

between his lips, searching for his. As their tongues mated, Zel’s hands rode the curve of her back and

grasped her bottom through the flimsy fabric of her robe. Yoli’s eyes widened as his cock stabbed her soft

belly. The length of his hardness made her curious so she slid her hand down his abs and over his belt

buckle.

When she grasped him through his trousers, Zel groaned and pumped his hips. Desperate to get inside

his pants, she pushed him backward until his back hit the door. They traded frantic kisses as Zel pushed her

robe down around her shoulders. Yoli let her arms drop and, with a little shake, sent the robe fluttering

around her ankles. Standing in just her rhinestone thong and tassels, she felt incredibly sexy and just a little

bit vulnerable. Zel groped her bare cheeks with his big hands. His lips peppered her jaw and neck with

kisses. Her tummy fluttered with desire.

Hands on her shoulders, Zel spun her around and pulled her ass against his cock. His rough palms

caressed her breasts and belly. When he tugged on her nipple tassels, Yoli sucked in a sharp breath. He

nibbled her neck and sucked on the curve of her throat. Eyes closed, she pushed back against his cock,

wiggling her ass to tease him.

As his fingers found their way to her juicy cleft, Yoli’s eyes flew open and caught their reflection in the

mirror. Her heart clenched as she watched his hand beneath the thin triangle of fabric covering her sex.

Zel’s gaze burned hers in the mirror across the room. His fingers slid along the slippery crease of her labia,

separating them in the search for her wet heat.

When a thick finger slid inside her pussy, Yoli whimpered and bucked. His thumb settled over her clit

and flicked the swollen nub. Zel’s dexterity amazed her as he worked her cunt in a way she never knew

possible. Her knees trembled as he fingered her slick sheath and rubbed her clit with just the right amount

of speed and pressure. His teeth grazed her shoulder as he alternated suckling the sensitive spot with teasing

nibbles. Yoli’s toes curled at the sensual assault. Her breath hitched as she approached orgasm.

“I want to see you come.” Zel’s whisper tickled her ear. “Look at me.”

Yoli couldn’t deny his request. Their eyes locked in the mirror. As the waves of ecstasy crashed down

upon her, she ground her pussy into his hand, milking his digits for every last ounce of sensation. The

sounds of his fingers plunging into her slick cream competed with her panting and soft moans. Only his

arm crooked around her waist kept her from falling to the floor in a boneless, quivering heap. She shivered

when he gently removed his fingers from her G-string. He brought the shiny fingers to his lips and sucked

them clean. The sight drove her wild.

Suddenly Yoli was overwhelmed with the need to taste him. She turned around and dropped to her

knees. Her greedy fingers tugged on his belt buckle and unzipped his fly. She grabbed a handful of his shirt

and pulled it free from his trousers. Her nose nuzzled his bellybutton and happy trail. Teeth grasping the

waistband of his black boxer briefs, she started to drag them down.

And then there was a knock at the door.

“Yoli?” Lynn’s voice penetrated the wood. “Three minutes until the meet ’n’ greet. You need any help?”

Cursing Lynn’s timing, Yoli cleared her throat of its huskiness before replying. “No.”

“All right. I’ll be back in a sec to escort you.”

“Okay.” As Lynn left, Yoli rested her forehead against Zel’s stomach. “I’m sorry.”

He cupped her chin and tipped it gently. His warm smile reassured her. “It’s okay. I understand.”

“Are you sure?”

Zel nodded and helped her stand. He bent down, snatched her robe from the floor and pressed it into