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finish the program for us with a recap and a Q&A."
    Without a word, Charli put her finger in her mouth and sucked it. Then she took off her glasses and wiped the steamy fog from them and replaced them on her nose.
    Then she gave the requested information. By the time Draken indicated she should wrap it up, the room was quiet again.
    "Thanks for entertaining us, Charli. You did great. You turned yourself on and I know you turned us on. Didn't she do great?"
    The men grinned and clapped, hooted and hollered. God. It was like she really was a stripper.
    Draken straightened in his chair. "Er...Ms. Fontina? You might want to get dressed at this point, unless you particularly enjoy flashing us...?"
    Her mouth gaped open at his disingenuous tone. He winked at her. Damn him to hell and back . She caught the bra he tossed at her. Then she turned her back and scrambled to put it on.
    "Hey, don't turn away," Draken protested. "This is the best part."
     

Chapter 4
     
    Her movements jerky with outrage, Charli managed to face the men as she stuffed herself into her unattractive bra. She found putting on her clothes even harder than removing them. Her glasses kept falling off her nose, for some reason, and she kept pushing them back. The men watched attentively, seeming to relish this part of the show. Or maybe it was her frustrated red face they were relishing.
    Every man here knows you would have done anything to be fucked a few minutes ago. Anything.
    As if her clothes going back on were a signal, the men around the table began to straighten and adopt their usual professional demeanor. By the time her jacket was on, they were chatting to each other about their plans for the Labor Day holiday.
    As if what had just happened weren't a big deal. As if most of them weren't sitting there with hard dicks. Normality had returned.
    So surreal.
    "All right, let's wrap this up," Draken interrupted them. "Anybody have any final questions for the lovely Ms. Fontina?"
    Tattoo guy's hand raised. "Yeah. What made you decide to become a stripper, Charli? You're hella good at it."
    Charli bit her lip. She wanted to save face. Yet any of these guys could look her up easily. "I didn't. I'm not a stripper."
    Her confession caused a stir.
    "I do actually represent—my company. H-he hired me. Your boss. To—to liven up the meeting. Because it was boring."
    The room erupted into laughter.
    She flushed.
    "Well, you're killer at it," someone said. "Better than you are at presenting."
    "Maybe you should consider a career change," someone else said helpfully. "With tits like those."
    "And that wet pussy."
    There was a spontaneous, inoffensive discussion about the pros versus cons of a stripper having a wet pussy.
    They were looking at her kindly.
    Her face flamed. There was nothing to say.
    Unfortunately, there was still one more part of this scene left. Charli walked around and shook each man's hand. They looked a little startled, but amused. She gave Draken a wide berth, saving him for last.
    When she approached him, her chin was up, her jaw tight, and her eyes shooting daggers.
    "Well," he murmured, shaking her hand crisply. "That was supposed to get you out of my system. Too bad it didn't work. You know, I'm stunned. I didn't think you'd actually do it—not all of it, not go the whole hog. Brava, Ms. Fontina. What did you think?"
    "It was vile," Charli lied. I loved it beyond anything. I'm grieved it's over. I want an orgasm yesterday. And I kind of like you, even if you are an asshole. "Hand it over, Mr. Almatto. Twenty thousand."
    The indrawn breaths around her made it clear what the guys thought of the sum Draken had offered her to spice up their last meeting before a long weekend.
    Draken Almatto slipped a check into her hand. She looked at it. Thirty thousand.
    "Ten thou bonus for the extras," he said, stroking her palm with his thumb. "That wet pussy was a surprise. A very, very nice one."
    She flinched. "Don't touch me," she said sharply. "We're