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Brittney grabs my hand and drags me behind her, pausing before we take the steps up to the stage. She wraps her arms around me before whispering into my ear, “It’ll be fine. I promise, Kailey.”
Darla walks over to us. “Come on, ladies, let’s get your asses in these seats. Did you bring your ropes?”
We all nod in unison. I don’t even know what’s happening right now.
“Kailey, you get the middle chair.” Oh joy, in the middle, all eyes on me for this performance.
“Erhm, it’s just for one song, right?” My nerves are starting to show through my shaky voice.
“A song? Oh, yes, yes, this is just the introduction to the show, ladies.”
Ajani’s whistle pulls my attention to my right side..
“This is going to be epic! Where’s a cameraman when we need him?!”
“I’m so glad you’re excited for this. What if these men are all oily and reek of sweat?!”
Brittney chimes in from my left side, “Stop panicking and just enjoy this moment. I love you, ladies!”
“We love you too.” Ajani’s and my voice are an echo of each other.
“Alright, ladies, hands behind the chair. Hold your piece of rope in one hand. Someone is going to come from behind you and tie your wrists so you can get the full experience of this lap dance.”
Darla’s voice is a little too giddy for my liking. I guess it’ll be fine. I try to calm my racing heart by taking deep, long breaths. One lap dance, then I can finish up my ladies’ night and tell Jared about all of this. He won’t care… maybe… I mean he shouldn’t… What could possibly go wrong? Oh, that’s right, Skyler getting angry. That would be fucking terrible.
I can hear heavy footsteps walking up behind me. This mystery person grabs the rope from my hands and ties it around my wrists, tightly. Like, no joke, I can’t break free from this. Once our hands are all tied behind the backs of our chairs, Darla turns to the audience. “I don’t know, ladies and gents, should we also blindfold them?” Three black silk blindfolds are dangling from her fingers.
“Yes!” the audience roars.
“Nah, let’s not do that.” I start to panic and look to my friends for support. They’re eagerly nodding their heads, ready to be blindfolded for what’s to come.
Brittney taunts from beside me, “Hey, don’t be aDebbie Downer. This might be your last night of real freedom.”
I wrinkle my nose at her. She knows that’ll whip me out of not wanting to do something. Who needs peer pressure when you have a certain phrase to dare you to do something instead?
Darla leans down, her eyes making contact with mine. “You’re never going to forget this, KC.” She pinches my cheek and places the blindfold on, blocking my vision.
My pulse is dramatically pounding through my ears; nothing is happening yet. The audience has quieted down, and I hear Darla’s heels walk offstage.
“Holy shit, ladies!!!” I yell out, knowing my friends are experiencing this same euphoric excitement.
Senses of touch and eyesight, gone…
Ladies throughout the crowd start to hoot and holler as the intro to “Pony” by Ginuwine flows through the speakers. I can feel a presence stop in front of me. It feels like this person is using a feather to stroke my cheek and down my neck. Instantly, my nipples perk right up, and I have to bite back a moan.
A forceful grip spreads my thighs open. I can’t help the gasp that breaks free from my lips. A fingertip taps my bottom lips then drums along the inside of my upper thigh, matching the beat of the music. I can feel a muscular leg straddle each of my thighs, as the stranger’s body grinds against my crotch. The cheers from the crowd are silenced as my focus is only on him.Holy fuck, this is nice. Maybe we don’t tell Jared how nice.
His body presses against my chest, and I can feel the heat radiating off of him.
“I’m just a bachelor, I’m lookin’ for a partner.” His mouth shadows my lips, and fuck, his voice and mouth does somethingto me. My mouth is gaping as heat radiates through me, stopping inside my pussy, aching.That voice…
“Someone who knows how to ride.” He rides me, letting me feel his dick over my jeans.
“Without even falling off.” He tips the chair.
The blindfold is removed. I blink a few times, then I’m staring into emerald green eyes—Jared. He’s the stranger that’s been grinding on me and singing to me in front of this audience. “Gotta be compatible, takes me to my limits. Girl, when I break you off, I promise that you won’t want to get off.”
Jared, hops off of my lap and slides down to the floor. His body is shimmering. He’s wearing his cage-fighting shorts and making love to the stage.
