More than Exist(6)

By: Bethany Lopez


I began to get uncomfortable, and was sure I was blushing, but Ginger kept talking. And moving.

“When you can tell he’s turned on, and you’re ready, straddle him.” She put her hands on my shoulder, leaning in so her hair brushed across me, as she lifted herself up and over me. She kept her hand on my shoulder, but pulled back enough to look down at me, then she began to move. “Be careful to get close enough that he can feel the heat of your body, without actually touching him. The guys aren’t allowed to touch us, Big Mike will make sure of that, but you want to give them the illusion of sex.” Ginger began to writhe back and forth, swaying her hips and causing her breasts to bounce perilously close to my face.

I suddenly realized this was the most action I’d had in twelve months.

“I’ve got it,” I said hoarsely. I cleared my throat and looked into Ginger’s eye and repeated, “I’ve got it. You can get off.”

She looked hurt at my rebuff and quickly got off my lap.

“Thanks, Ginger,” I said softly, hoping to appease her. I started changing clothes quickly, before anyone could walk in and see me. “You really helped me a lot. I’ll do it just like you showed me.”

At my words, her face cleared, and her sweet smile returned.

I was about to ask her how old she was and how long she’d been working here, when a big bouncer type walked into the room, pointed at me, and said, “Big Mike wants you out front. You’re up.”

I turned widened eyes to Ginger, who was smiling encouragingly at me.

“You’ll be fine,” she assured me. “It’s just one dance.”

I took a deep breath and stood, squeezing her hand gently, before following the unnamed bouncer out into the club. Big Mike was waiting at the end of the bar, so I walked right up to him, and hoped he couldn’t hear my terrified heart beating its way out of my chest.

“I found the perfect guy, Belle,” Big Mike said, putting a beefy hand on my shoulder. “He’s in room two. Clean cut, youngish guy. Green as you are … Shouldn’t be too much of a hardship.” He squeezed my shoulder and leaned in little closer to my face. “I already got his money, so don’t chicken out. Once it’s over, Ginger will have your purse, and we’re square.”

He handed me a glass with what looked like two shots of whiskey in it, and I knocked it back eagerly, wincing as the burn slithered down my throat.

Once I had it down and my watery eyes began to clear, I nodded, worried if I opened my mouth to speak, vomit would spew out.

Big Mike waved his hand, indicating I should follow the bouncer, so I quickened my pace to keep up.

We stopped outside a closed door with a large 2 on the front, then the bouncer turned to me and said, “Music will start in one minute,” before turning and leaving me behind.

I stared at the door for a few seconds, wondering what the hell I was doing, and if there was any conceivable way to get out of it, before putting my hand on the knob and turning it gently, as if I could just sneak in unnoticed.

I walked in and shut the door softly behind me, before turning and locking eyes with the man who I’d be in a mutually objectifying relationship with for the next five minutes.

I channeled Ginger and walked slowly, prowling toward the handsome man in the backwards baseball cap. He looked to be in his late twenties, early thirties, and almost as nervous as I felt.

That fact made me pause, but when I saw his eyes travel the length of my body, then back again, I continued my prowl. I stopped a few feet away, close enough to see his face was striking, but not close enough to see the color of his eyes, and began to caress myself as Ginger had instructed.

Suddenly the music came on and I started, then laughed, embarrassed that I’d jumped. Handsome man chuckled too, his grin boyish and very cute, which caused some of my tension to ease.

The song was slow and sexy, so I walked closer and stopped in front of him, then began to ease one of the dress straps off my shoulder, moving my body in what I hoped was a seductive manner. I felt the heat of his gaze follow the straps descent, then follow my hand as I moved to the other strap. His rapt attention fueled my confidence, and as I moved to the music, the sundress floated to the ground, leaving me standing in front of him in only the tiny G-string panties.

I placed my hands on his shoulders and eased myself onto the couch to straddle him, and only when I was settled above him, my breasts level with his striking blue eyes, did the situation hit me in the face like a ton of bricks.

One second, the handsome man was a breath away from a mostly naked woman who was writhing in his lap, and the next he had his arms full of a woman sobbing uncontrollably.

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