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 Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 7:10 pm
new chapter
He woke up the next morning with a pounding in his head that let him know that he was still alive. He dreamed of a giant sandy haired man and two red heads with the same face. He had been drowning and she tried to drag him from the water. The giant man tried to pull her back from helping him. But she continued to try to help him. He didn’t want her help
That night when he was hanging up his jacket he found the business card with the church’s address and wondered how she had accomplished slipping it into his pocket. He had to give her credit. She was persistent. He threw the card down on the dresser and forgot about it.
About a month after he had run into her he decided to call the church. He knew it was time to try pulling himself out of the rut he was in.
“Work isn’t going to fix it.” she tells him.
“What do you mean by that?”
She touches his hand. She can’t help it. It’s just the type of person that she is. She feels the grief that he’s holding inside and knows that it’s manifesting into other things. She looks deep into his eyes searching for something. “Work is never going to fill that void inside you. You’re always going to be chasing that rainbow.” He again tells her she knows nothing about it.
She went back to packing up the spoons and sat them in a box. He contemplated what she had said for the moment and wasn’t sure he was ready to take the next step. He felt as if he was betraying Bella by moving on without her. He couldn’t even think Lisa’s name without feeling enraged. He didn’t know how much time would go by before that would stop happening but he knew it was a long time coming. He packed up sugars and creamers and placed them in the box also. She took the coffee pot to the kitchen of the little church. She washed it out and placed it back in the cabinet where it belonged. He followed her into the tiny little kitchen area carrying the few dishes that had been used and began to washed them up in the sink. “I can do that.” she said. When he seemed to not hear her she said, “Well thank you for your help.”
He continued to wash and rinse the small plates then handed them to her one at a time to dry. He took a deep breath, “My daughter died. Just before her fourth birthday. It was tragic. It was my fault. I was too late to save her. And there is no amount of talking in the world that will make me change my mind.” She was surprised that he got it out and that his voice didn’t crack and that he didn’t immediately feel like breaking down. Then he looked at her with more sadness than she thought she could bear and said, “That is why I don’t think I’m coming back to this group.”
“You loved her very much.” It wasn’t a question that she asked, it was a statement as if she knew for a fact. He looked at his empty hands and sighed as though in punishment then looked at her again and nodded, “That was another of my sins.” He paused, “I loved her too much for some, and not enough for her.” He said that cryptically. And though she knew he believed that, she also knew that he wasn’t to blame.
“In the end, I wasn’t enough for any of them.” And he shrugged then he closed up she could see it happening right in front of her. Any of them, she thought to herself. Who else did he feel like he had failed? He didn’t mention his wife. And she wouldn’t mention her either. She knew that that was a fact of ??? some how and so she would let it go at that and because she just couldn’t resist it she placed the towel over his hands and began to dry them for him. As he had just stood there and let them drip. She put as much healing into that touch as she could. For hers was a sympathetic magic that she had inherited. It was an unconditional love and she could make people feel happier and more content just by willing it into them. Than if she gave him freely without asking for anything in return. He was going to change part of it on her part
She wanted him as she gave him the slight gift. She blinked in wonder. She merely smiled. His hand warmed the kind of well being of being needed. Even through the dish towel he felt her warmth. He hadn’t realized that he was cold and he felt it curl around his heart and it felt like a jump start. When it reached his heart she gave a startle and abruptly let go. When she let go he felt it the feeling stayed with him but he felt at a loss. He held the towel and finish wiping his palms on it then folded it neatly then hung it over the faucet like he did at home.
She cocked her head to the side watching him. She wouldn’t have pegged him for the domestic kind. Except only a man with experience in the kitchen would do that to dry the towel. She had let go because she felt something from him that she hadn’t felt before. And it stunned her to silence for a change. She didn’t know what she would do about it.
For the first time he took a good look at her. Her hair was swept up and twisted around. There were two little he thought at first they were those hair sticks that women wore but he realized they were pencils holding it up. For a woman in her profession she dressed rather conservatively. He thought she would have wanted to show off her assets no matter where she went. But she was dressed in a pair of corduroys and a dress shirt. Suddenly she was somewhat flustered. He didn’t know why that was but
“Is there anything else you need to do here?” She shrugged and shook her head no. They had put the box of coffee and utensils away. Everything was cleaned up all she had to do was get her briefcase and coat then she could go. She looked down at her watch. It was the longest it had ever taken her to clean up after a session. She was afraid she would miss her bus and be forced to take a taxi home tonight. Oh well.
“It’s very late. I need to be going.” she said apologetically. He nodded. They went back out to the common area where she picked up her briefcase and coat. He said, “Here let me.” and helped her on with her coat.
She stuttered, “Thank you.”
“No problem.” and he put his own coat on.
They began to walk out. She locked the doors behind her. Then at the parking lot he noticed his was the only vehicle in the lot.
“Where is your car?” he inquired.
“Oh,” she said glancing up from rummaging in her bag for her cell phone, “I usually take the bus because it’s so congested in this area.”
He glanced down at his own watch. “There won’t be another bus through here until morning now.”
She found her phone finally and pulled it from her bag. With fluid movements she flipped it open as she extracted it from it’s leather case. A little absently perhaps she answered him, “I know I’m going to have to call a cab.”
He gave himself all of two seconds to wrestle with the ramifications of his next actions. Then he stopped thinking and just opened his mouth, the words came out unchecked, “I’m the reason you’re running late, let me drive you home.” At her protest he continued, “No, I won’t take no for an answer. It’s the least I can do.”
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The next morning she wakes up with a smile on her face. She thinks about the previous night and how he had helped her up into his truck. Again she didn’t see him as the macho
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 7:12 pm
NOTES
“You know what? I’m not even attracted to redheads.” He said it as though it were a big deal.
She smiled smugly as she looked up into his eyes, “ Well, I guess that’s good. Because I’m not a redhead.” She considered herself a blonde.
He begins going to a couple of meetings a week. He doesn’t know if he goes because it helps to listen to other people talk about their problems.
Aden is still under the impression that she’s a real exotic dancer and wants to come see her dance. For some reason she just can’t give up on the facade and so she asks a friend that is an actual dancer to help her put together an act for amateur night at the club she dances at. It’s to Lady Marmalade and she uses a chair in the center of the stage for her dance. She confesses to her friend that she’s not sure she can take everything off. So they go shopping for a really skimpy g-string and a sheer bra that barely covers anything and what it does cover didn’t looked covered.
The club her friend danced in had amateur night twice a month when they would let two or three girls who were new to dancing dance to one song then they would have a professional dancer for two songs then back to the amateurs. It would alternate until all the dancers had performed. Between the sets the D.J. would play songs then introduce the next girl with a little something about her.
Her friend was on the stage before her and as she exited the stage she stopped at the D.J. and had him play Hot for Teacher. Lorna’s eyes went wide at the audacity of her friend. She waited side stage as her chair was placed center stage. Her friend sent her a sassy smile and winked in encouragement. Her song cued up and she blew out a breath then took her place on the darkened stage. Her back was too the crowd of rowdy men her hands at her sides. As the intro chorus played, low lighting caught her in silhouette. When the chorus ended she turned toward the crowd and more lights flooded the stage. She strutted out onto the stage with long cocky strides moving along the edge of the t-shaped platform. Each step she took caused the long skirt she wore to open at the slit that ran from hem to hip exposing ample length of leg. As she sashayed above the men sitting at the bar that ran the full length of stage she pulled her feather boa from her shoulders and trailed it behind her in a way that it slid over hands and heads of those below.
Midway through her strut around the stage she felt a light tug on the boa and stopped to look back. Thinking she would find her boa snagged on a corner she was surprised momentarily to find a gentleman had caught the end in his fisted hand. He smiled suggestively up at her and gave her boa another light tug. Getting over her surprise she gave him a stern look clucking her tongue and wagging a finger at him. She leaned down and with the other hand took her boa from his hand saying, “No, no. You naughty boy.” and fluffed him on the forehead with her boa then continued with her saunter.
As the chorus in french began she started unbuttoning clothing and shimmying all the appropriate body parts as Jenn had shown her to. The boa was flung over the back of the chair before she claimed it with her body.
She sat sideways in the chair primly at first then slowly spread her legs and turned in the chair until she was facing forward with a leg on either side of the chair. The skirt fell open exposing a set of legs clad in nude stockings held up by garters. Before anyone could see what else might have been hidden beneath that skirt, she bent forward covering it with her upper body. She looked at a man directly before her and slid gloved hands up the inside of her wide spread legs over her gartered thighs to the tiny speck of ruby silk at their juncture. Each hand slid slowly over that exposed piece of nothing indicating where the magnolia wine could be found.
She wreathed slowly in the chair smoothing her hands up the front of the corset to her hair. She pulled out the two large pins holding her hair up and rolled her head making her hair swing out and around her shoulders. The curly mass wound around her arms and a lock fell between the deep cleavage of her breasts. It flashed silkily in the overhead lights as she stilled and looked coyly around at the men through her hair.
Placing her hands on the chair next to her hips she pushed out of the seat thrusting her pelvis forward. She heard some of the men boo when her skirt slid forward again to cover her wears. She smiled stepping forward placing one hand on her hip the other arm wrapping around the front of her waist. She turned her back on them and pulled the snaps holding the skirt together. She held the skirt at the front not letting it fall just yet and gyrated her hips. Slowly it slid down her hips revealing the pale white skin of hips then firm buttocks. That got her some whistles someone called out, “You’re killin’ me honey!”
She faced them again lifting the skirt in one hand she let it drop on the stage before her. She walked the edge again stopping when someone raised money up to put in her garter. Her hands moved up her sides to the front of the corset and finished unsnapping. When she slithered out of it she then threw it over her head to the back of the stage where she wouldn’t stumble over it. She stood now in s shimmering ruby red boustier and matching g-string. Much to the crowds liking she found.
She knelt down on the skirt on her knees. The fabric bunched between her closed legs then she spread them and slid forward. Giving the ones close enough a good show even though she still wore the g-string. It might as well have been nothing for all it covered. But it made her feel less exposed. After all this wasn’t her real life. She blushed at that thought. If her co-workers saw her she would be mortified. Thank goddess none of the kids at her school were old enough to come into a place like this. How would she explain that?
She did a few more slides then sat up on her knees pushing her hips forward and arching her back she bent backwards letting her hair pool on the floor nearly at her feet. Showing off her flexibility and some of her breasts as they tried to spill from her bodies . Some more whistles before she sat up again and placed her butt to one side of her feet on the floor. She leaned on her hands as she swung her legs straight out in front of her. High heels nearly touched the lucky man sitting there before she lay on her back and raised her legs into the air. She bent her knees to her chest then dropped them to her left side where she straightened them. She lifted the top leg and brought it down on the right side so that she was doing a split laying there on the floor. That got approval from the onlookers. She brought the left leg up and over to the right side and continued to roll onto her stomach.
Up on her hands and knees she wriggled her a** for them then crawled to the pole. Hands above her head she leaned her back against the pole. Her knees bent and she slid down it. When her a** was sitting on the backs of her heels she slid her hands down the pole over her face. At her mouth she closed her eyes and slid a finger in then slid it over her lips before continuing down her throat over the tops of her breasts. Her fingers lingered there as well releasing the hooks that held the boustier together. She didn’t take it off when the last hook was undone merely let it gape open down the center. Her hands continued their teasing jaunt down her thighs to her knees. Hands still on her knees she spread them then stood and spun around the pole.
The boustier fell open revealing a smooth pale breast before she stopped the spin. Hair settled around her falling to the small of her back. Though it succeeded in covering her breasts it didn’t quite reach the dimples just above the curves of her a**.
She strutted to center stage where she began to bump and grind as the music became more frantic. As Missy Elliot (or Christina) called out each, “Hey!” Lorna pulled the boustier away from her body revealing first one breast then the other. On the last Hey, she shrugged the stiff piece of clothing off and flung it behind her.
She sauntered to the chair again and turned it around. She gripped the back then straddled it not sitting down. She swivelled her hips then rocked them back and forth a few times before pumping her a** up and down over the chair. Her hair swayed in front of her hiding her breasts from view for the most part. No one really noticed that she still had them covered. They bounced and swayed as she grinded.
She finished with the chair then went to the edge of the stage taking the previously discarded boa with her. She gyrated her nearly naked a** showing glimpses of the red string that separated her cheeks and ran to the tiny triangle at the front. When she bent over more showed than she knew. The conservative in her would have been mortified by the amount of her all together that was being flashed by that piece of floss.
She was breathing heavier now and her breasts heaved as she danced. She squatted before the men letting them put more money in her garter. Some went so far as to slide bills under the band of her g-string at her hips. When one tried to cop a feel of her a** she slapped his hand and spun gracefully away. She had thought she would get out of this without getting groped. She had been wrong. But, she thought to herself if that was as bad as it got she would call it even.
Standing center stage with her legs spread, one hand on her cocked hip, the other holding the boa over her head she dipped and swayed. On the last beat of the song she threw the boa on the floor at her feet.
People began clapping and whistling as she smiled and bowed once. She began picking up her things from the stage and the lights there dimmed and Hot for Teacher began playing again. She was going to strangle Jenn with her bare hands.
* * * * *
Back stage she put the same boustier back on but not the rest of the costume. Instead she put a pair of skimpy frilly white panties over the g-string. Then went out front to the bar to get a bottled water. They didn’t serve alcohol here because it was illegal with naked girls. But you were allowed to drink your own in red cups as long as the bottles stayed outside the door. She guessed there was always a way to get around the rules. She saw it enough at school with the students. Why not with grown men?
She looked around the room trying to find Aden. She knew he was here. She had seen him come in the door about an hour before she went on. She had scanned the faces at the edge of the stage, but he wasn’t among them. She was about to give up thinking he must have slipped out when she saw him sitting in one of the darkened corners. His gaze was locked on her at the bar. He was sitting in a deep arm chair one hand on the table next to him holding a red cup the other resting on the arm of the chair.
He looked very relaxed sitting there. But as she well knew looks could be deceiving. She sauntered over to him hips swaying provocatively. In the heels she was wearing she couldn’t do anything but sway.
“Hey.” she said as she placed her bottled water on his table. “What did you think?”
He wiped his mouth as he cleared his throat before answering her. “Not bad.” The hand that had been wrapped around the red cup moved to the small pile of money sitting next to it. He picked up a bill that was creased lengthwise not even looking at it and offered it up to her.
“Where do I put it?” he asked quietly.
She moved closer to him placing one foot between his sprawled legs and lifted the other to place it on the armrest of his chair. Though they weren’t touching anywhere he could smell her perfume and the musky scent of her heated skin. He fought the urge to shift in the seat. Fought to keep from moving things to less painful positions.
She slid a finger under the garter before him and smiled until she saw the size of the bill he was prepared to slide under the lacy bit of nothing.
“For that you could get a trip to the back room and a private lap dance.” She shied away from the outstretched hand and money. This wasn’t the real thing. She didn’t make her living this way. She certainly didn’t want or need his money. Some of the other girls might. She should just come clean to him now. Hopefully he would understand her need to not look like such a saint to him.
She opened her mouth to tell him but before she could speak the man from the bar that had tugged on her boa walked over. He curled long fingers around her bare upper arm grinning at her charmingly.
“How about a lap dance, Gorgeous?” She could tell he was pretty drunk even though he didn’t slur his words or sway any.
Aden’s eyebrow raised at the man’s rudeness. She was clearly entertaining someone already yet he couldn’t wait his turn. He looked up at Lorna to see how she was going to handle the situation. If she were rude back to him she could loose a good sized tip, but if she let him manhandle her who knew what he would do when she was alone with him. She stood as if frozen in place. A deer caught in the headlights look on her face.
She shook her head and pointed at Aden then looked at him pleadingly. He didn’t know what she was so worried about. He was only asking for something she did every night she came in this place to work.
He looked pointedly at the man holding her by the arm then to Lorna he said, “Yeah, Gorgeous, how about a lap dance?” When the man didn’t take the hint he added, “A private one in the back. You and me.” The man shrugged, said, “Maybe later then.” and walked away.
She sighed in relief and almost seemed to sag. She smiled at him with gratitude clearly evident in her eyes. Her leg was still bent over him and he slid his hand over her foot to circle strong fingers around her ankle. He felt her jump in surprise.
“So, how about that lap dance?”
Her eyes widened in shock then she hurriedly whispered, “One minute.” and took off to the back room. He watched her disappear through the door of what he assumed must be a changing room for the dancers. She seemed highly agitated. He couldn’t figure out why. It wasn’t like he was asking her to do something she hadn’t done before. He sat there a minute wondering about her peculiar behavior. He couldn’t think of anything he had done to cause it then shrugged it off.
He stood to relieve the pressure to his groin and slipped the stack of money into his front pocket. He took the time she was gone to go to the bathroom and adjust himself into a better position. He had no idea what the hell he was doing pushing this private lap dance thing with her. It had been a long time since he had been with anyone. Back to a time he didn’t want to remember. Jesus, what was he doing? What was he doing even coming into a place like this?
He came because he couldn’t quite believe Ms. Prim and Proper was an exotic dancer and he’d had to see it for himself. Well, here he was. Seeing the proof. He had seen a lot more of that body than he had thought about seeing. And he had liked every inch. Every sway and grind. It made him ache in places he didn’t want it to.
He ran his hands through his hair in frustration making it spike all over the place. He looked at himself in the mirror with somber eyes. Another guy walked through the door took one look at him and shook his head. As he passed him on his way to the urinal he said, “Dude, it’s a strip club. There’s a lot of a** out there. Get with it, man.”
Aden decided he was right. Maybe he needed to work off some steam. What better way? He also decided she was going to earn every bill in his pocket tonight. He washed his hands then walked back out to wait for her.
* * * *
She rushed through the dressing room door to find Jenn and ask what she should do. When she found Jenn she was changing into a different costume to go back on stage.
“Hey, chica. You made some large cash out there. Donnie wanted to know if you were for real with the counselor gig. He said you could work for him anytime. See I toll you, you would do great.” Jenn wasn’t looking at Lorna as she spoke. She was applying different make-up. She finally looked at her when she heard a strangled sound escape her friend.
“What’s wrong?” She stopped what she was doing and put both hands on Lorna’s shoulders. Her chocolate brown eyes emitting concern at her friend’s obvious distress.
“What’s wrong?” Lorna croaked out. “I have just pulled the biggest bone headed idea of my life and you’re wondering what’s wrong?” She didn’t stop to take a breath or let her friend get a word in she just plunged on. “He wants me to give him a private lap dance. A LAP DANCE! In the BACK!” She wailed. Her hands were fluttering wildly at her sides and she looked like she was about to hyperventilate.
Jenn shook her to get her attention, “You did really well for your first time. No one even knew. If he wants a lap dance give him one girl. You’ve seen me do it before. What’s you’re prob? Of course in the back. Where else would you give a PRIVATE dance?” She went back to applying make-up but not before she added, “Sheesh”
“But....” Jenn didn’t give Lorna a chance to finish. She stepped behind her, got a costume and handed it to her then shoved her gently telling her, “GO.”
Lorna couldn’t help feeling dread in her belly as she walked back out the dressing room door into the main room. He was standing waiting for her. She smiled at him hesitantly then led him to a private room.
The room he followed her into was dimly lit and slow sexy music played. He saw her jump when he closed the door. She looked uneasy. Like maybe she was nervous. Did he make her nervous? He didn’t think anyone could make her nervous. Maybe she felt strange dancing for him. Was it easier for her taking off her clothes and rubbing against some man she didn’t even know? For some reason that thought made him a little pissed. If that was the case, she had better get over it. He had been on the verge of letting her off the hook of asking if dancing for him felt awkward. But the thought of her doing the same thing for strangers really pushed a button in his gut.
He took the only seat in the room. A love seat. He almost smirked at that. Love, my a**. He sprawled out on the seat getting comfortable then looked at her pointedly. She had that deer in the headlights look going on again. He raised an eyebrow at her.
“Um, what do you want me to do?” she squeaked out.
“Well, nurse” he raked his eyes down the skimpy nurses costume she had put on then locked gazes with her, “I’ve got an ache right here.” and he placed his hand over his groin.
Her gaze widened when she looked down where he indicated. His long legs were stretched out before him and his arms rested along the back of the seat on either side of him. Her gaze stayed on his groin for a long moment, taking in the evidence of his semi arousal. She actually blushed standing there.
“You know why we’re the only two in this room right?” he asked in a soft voice.
She nodded her head in a jerky motion. She stepped back when he stood up. Then felt stupid when all he was doing was retrieving the stack of money from his pocket. He settled back into the same position on the love seat then tossed the money on the floor at her feet.
She tore her gaze from his to glance down at the money scattered on the floor. She blanched when she realized they were all the same denomination. All with more than one zero. She was going to hyperventilate. She couldn’t do this. This was ridiculous. Why had she started this in the first place? Oh, she moaned. She cleared her throat. Get it under control Nonny she demanded.
“Have you done this many times before?” she asked.
“Never. But I know what this room is for. And I think you’ll be worth that small amount.” He waved a hand at the scattered money between them. He had a distorted sense of small if he thought the amount of money on the floor was small.
“I can’t take all of that for what I’m going to do.” She whispered not looking at him.
“It’ll be fine Lorna.”
“Do you want me to strip for you again?”
“Is that normal for a lap dance?” He didn’t ask if it was normal for her lap dance procedure but normal in general. Damn. She should lie to him and say most girls stay dressed to some extent but for some reason she just couldn’t lie to him.
“Usually the dancer is already nude.” Still she wasn’t looking at him.
“Is there a time limit on this thing?”
Not bloody likely with the amount of money he had just tossed at her feet. Goddess they could stay in this room for the next couple of days.
“No.” One syllable spoken grudgingly.
“Well then...” he lifted a hand toward her as his voice trailed off indicating she should get with it.
“Okay.” She turned her back to him. Gulping in great breaths to calm herself she gave her self a little pep talk. It’s only a bump and grind session Nonny. Not like you’re having sex with him. That strange little voice that was her consciences said you might as well be. Wreathing on him naked. You know you want him. Why are you playing with fire? She didn’t care. She wanted him and he needed her.
“Oh, and Lorna?” he called to her. His voice held a deceptive note that belied the reasonableness he didn’t quite achieve.
She looked over her shoulder, “Yeah?”
“Don’t be leaving that red scrap of nothing or that sheer cami on. While we’re at it sweetheart, why don’t you put all that glorious hair back up also? I want it all.”
She almost bolted at that. But she stiffened her spine and pulled the pins for her hair out of her bodies and wound her hair up then pinned it. Some of it escaped to curl around her throat and down her back but it wasn’t enough to hide anything.
The music changed to something with a heavy beat. She felt it pulse through her body giving it a life of it’s own. Her hips swayed. Her hands slid up her backside raising the short skirt of the nurses uniform some. They moved to the front gliding over her flat stomach up to her firm breasts. She ran the backs of her hands up her throat up over her head. With her hands over her head she bent her knees and dipped down swaying her hips back and forth.
Her hands slowly moved back down her body. Caressing it as a lover might. She didn’t stop at her hips but ran both hands down her right leg to her ankle. She looked back at him as she unbuckled the strap there. Then switched to the left ankle to do the same to that strap. Bent over as she was the short skirt rode up showing off plenty of panty. He was happy to see they weren’t the same ones from the stage or the ones she wore after. They were pale pink lace. The edge of the lace fell just above the curve of her cheek. He really liked the cut of those panties.
She finished with her “break your neck” heels and she slid her feet out of them. God she was tiny. She hadn’t even come to his chin in those killer heels. Now she would barely reach the middle of his chest if he stood next to her.
She stood again gyrating to the music. She kept her back to him as she danced. Though he liked her a** he wanted to look at her face. She was so beautiful.
“Turn around.” He didn’t demand but he didn’t ask either.
She made the turn into part of the dance. She was taking her time with the undressing trying to put it off as long as possible. He caught on but decided to give her a little more time before calling her on it.
She felt the moment he lost patience with her dawdling and reached up to unbutton the front of the nurses uniform. She released two before he called to her.
“Come here, Lorna. Let me do that.”
She didn’t deny him. She moved to stand between his legs. She thought he would come forward on the seat but he didn’t. He stayed where he was waiting for her to come to him.
She realized she would have to straddle his thighs. She placed one bent knee on the seat next to his thigh. But the skirt was so tight she couldn’t spread her legs wide enough to straddle him. He saw the problem and placed his large hands high on her thighs and pushed the skirt slowly up hips to her waist. He didn’t touch bare skin but she could feel the heat from his palms scorching her through the thin fabric of the costume she wore.
He left his hands on her hips pulling her forward more to straddle him fully. Her hands fell to her sides when his came up to finish the buttons on her shirt. When the last one was released he gripped a front edge of the shirt in each hand and pealed it back down her shoulders. He didn’t pull it all the way down her arms. Just left it pinning her arms back so she couldn’t move.
He leaned back to look at her for a moment. She wasn’t wearing that sheer cami this time either. Just a pale pink lace brasier. The lace scallops barely covered her breasts. As it was he could see the dusky pink that surrounded her nipples at the top edges. He continued to just look at her and he noted her breathing became heavier. So she was just as turned on by this as he was.
He couldn’t resist cupping his hands under her breasts. Her sharp intake of breath spurred him further. His thumbs caressed over her nipples making them harden under the lace. He may not be able to see them but he could feel their response to his touch.
“Lorna?” he asked softly not looking up from her lace captured breasts.
“Hmmmm?” she murmured.
“How many times have you been in this room?” He continued to distract her with his thumbs on her nipples.
“Never. This is the first time.” His hands stilled in surprise at her answer and he looked up from her breasts to look into her eyes. But her eyes were closed and her head was bent forward. That wasn’t the answer he had been afraid he would hear. And though he was glad to hear it, it puzzled him some what. He continued to watch her face as his hands resumed their caresses on her body.
“Really?” He couldn’t resist asking for confirmation.
“Mmm hhmm.”
He flicked the front closure open on the lacy bit of nothing that held her breasts hidden from him. He saw her nipples harden more when he pulled the lace across them and pushed the straps from her shoulders. They fell to lay against the shirt still binding her arms to her side.
She jumped when his strong hands curled under her bare breasts. She shuddered when he rubbed the pads of his thumbs over her stiff nipples. And when he wrapped those hands around her rib cage and lifted her higher so he could draw one of those tight little nipples into his mouth her head fell back and she moaned deep in her throat.
She pulled the restricting shirt and bra from her arms letting them fall to the floor behind them. Then she wrapped her newly freed arms around his head holding him closer.
His hands slid down her back to cup her buttocks. He squeezed the firm cheeks through the material a few times pressing her firmly against his stomach. He didn’t have time for all the clothing she had on. Which really said a lot because she wasn’t wearing much. His hands searched for and found the opening to the skirt. In true stripper fashion it was only held together by a few snaps so it would be easy to come off. He snatched the useless garment off her and threw it to the floor. The panties were another issue of their own. No easy off for them. Not unless he ripped them off. That would work. Show her what a real barbarian he was.
He let her slide back down onto his lap. His hands were now under her a** beneath the offending lace squeezing her silky flesh. He pulled her closer rubbing her heat against his throbbing groin. God he wanted inside her. Wanted it more than he had wanted anything in a long time.
He slid his hands up to her hips to press her more firmly against his erection. Hot breath fanned his throat as a moan escaped her lips. Eyes closed he leaned his head back and enjoyed the feel of her warm lips on his skin. Impatient fingers made short work of unbuttoning his shirt. Cool hands splayed over his chest, shoving the shirt aside. Her lips followed her hands, burning a path across his chest.
A groan rumbled through his chest as she moved her a** in his lap. The friction upped the heat factor and made him painfully hard. He wasn’t sure how far he was going to let this thing go, but he knew he was about to a place that would be hard for him to turn away from. Especially if she kept rubbing against him like she was. And God those lips..
He opened his eyes to look at her. When he did, he noticed a framed sign on the wall directly in front of them. It was an event calendar for the month. On it was a list of the featured dancers and when they were performing. It also listed dates of amateur nights. Tonight was an amateur night. Curious he thought. He wasn’t real big on thinking right now.
Still looking at the sign on the wall he asked, “Lorna? I didn’t catch your stage name. What was that again?”
“Angel.”
That name wasn’t on the list of regularly featured girls. It was, however, on the list for the amateurs. It was beginning to make sense to him now. That frightened look when the guy out on the floor asked for a lap dance. Her hesitance in taking his money. The way she prolonged the taking off of her clothes moments ago.
What didn’t add up, was the hot naked body in his lap now. He knew she was concerned for him on an emotional level. Wanting to help him get past losing his daughter. He never once thought it spilled over to the physical. She was always supportive at the meetings but on a professional level. He could admit that a few times over the last couple of months he had found himself wondering about her. On the occasions when she would place her hands on his arms or reach out to give his hand a squeeze he thought briefly that she was offering more than a shoulder to cry on. But then he realized that she was a toucher. One of those people to whom a hand on the shoulder or a hug was necessary to get through life. She touched everyone at the group. Hell even people she didn’t know or didn’t want her help.
He could also admit that he seemed to feel better after her soothing touch. Seemed to feel some form of relief from the pain in his heart. He knew he would never forget
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