Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : Adriana Kraft
Word Count :20000
Publication Date :2010-08-04
Series : #
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- Product Code: 978-1-55410-804-6
Hot, sexy, tantalizing, steamy—exotic dancer Barbra Atkins has planned such sweet revenge for her former college roommates. What will happen when the party's over?
Exotic dancer Barbra Atkins has spent ten years carefully choreographing every step of her meteoric rise to success on the private club circuit. Now it’s payback time for the two college roommates who didn’t have time for their nerdy classmate—add three strapping spectacular hunks to the mix, and revenge can be so sweet!
Jack leaned over to whisper in Ruth’s ear. His warm breath caused her heart to skip a beat. "Your pleasure is our mission."
Ruth clasped his hand, which had begun crawling up her thigh.
"A little now," he teased, mocking her, "might tide you over until later."
She looked sharply at him. Later? His eyes were laughing.
A low moan from her right caused her to glance toward Desiree. Her lap was covered with a nondescript lap robe, but the telltale signs of the blanket moving made it clear that Brad, who leaned into Desiree, was bringing her off—apparently expertly. After Desire covered her mouth and her eyes rounded in delight, Ruth turned back to Jack.
"Why do you suppose they provide lap robes?" he asked. "It's not all that cold in here. You're sitting on one, if you think you might be a little chilly."
Ruth chewed on her bottom lip and watched Barb who was perched on the stage, palming her pussy. Ruth pulled the lap robe out from under her. Jack helped her spread it across her lap.
Without saying another word, Jack settled back in his chair, remaining focused on Barb's stage antics. The two of them might as well be sitting at the movies eating popcorn, except for the fact that his right hand was palming her pussy.
"You really did come for her."
"I never fake coming," Ruth huffed between clenched teeth as he slipped a finger between her folds, seeking entry. She shifted slightly and his long finger easily bore into her.
They sat for a moment as if gathering their thoughts. Ruth blinked, hoping there were no undercover cops about. They might not be overtly obvious, but anybody watching closely knew what was happening beneath the lap robe.
Jack did all the work. She didn't have to move at all. He worked his finger probing from side to side and then rhythmically in and out of her. Soon the butt of his palm grazed her clit and she gave up watching Barb or thinking about who might stop them. And then she was again sliding over the top. She whimpered softly as he maintained a steady, languid pace, turning her to soft butter. They both seemed satisfied with her coming slow and easy. Her eyes blinked wide open and then quickly shut. Perhaps they were saving something for later.
After giving her sufficient time to recover, Jack eased out of her and sniffed his finger. "Nothing better than the scent of a woman," he said grinning at her. She watched him suck his finger into his mouth. "Other than the taste of a woman."
He glanced back toward the stage. "Show’s just about over. Barb will go backstage and dress. It won't take long for her to join you two."
Jack stood and Brad rose from his seat. "We'll see you ladies a little later. We've got several things to do to close up here."
Ruth watched the men strut away from them.
"I'll bet," Desiree whispered, "they're the bouncers at this place—at least when Barbie is working."
Ruth nodded her agreement. "Looks like. No wonder they weren't too worried about being noticed."
"They seemed like nice enough guys," Desiree said dreamily. "I did feel a little sorry for leaving Sampson out. Do you suppose Barbie takes on the three of them at once?"
"Why not? Nothing Barbie does would surprise me anymore."
"Do you think we're safe with her?"
"Of course we are. She's not going to harm us. We might be in for a long weekend," Ruth flashed an eyebrow, "but I don't think we have to be afraid of her." She glanced in the direction of the three men. "Or anyone else."