One More Rule: The Blindfold Club Novella Read Online Free PDF Page B

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    “How does she dance in those?” Evie whispered to me.
    The sole of the shoe was black, but the seven-inch heel and tall platform base were both a matching fuchsia, which glowed under the black light. The straps over the top of her foot were clear acrylic.
    I shrugged at Evie’s question. “Practice.”
    They didn’t seem to give the blonde any trouble. She swayed with the sexy song pouring from the speakers, her lower body undulating to the rhythm. Her hands caressed her curves, teasing the removal. Fingers dipped below the G-string band at her hips, pulling it away for a second, only to return it into position, saving it for the big finish later.
    I adjusted in my chair, setting a hand on Dominic’s thigh, and his fingers curled over mine, holding my hand in place. Did he do this simply because he wanted to hold my hand? Or was he worried I would migrate further north to his cock? God, he knew me so well.
    The stripper reached to set a hand high on the pole, wrapped her legs around it, and up she went. When she’d climbed to the top, her legs went straight out, parallel to the floor, and one knee bent, crossing over on top of the other leg. Her hands let go and she tipped back until she was upside-down, the pole clamped tight between her thighs. As she swung, her blonde hair fluttered behind.
    There were murmurs of approval from the audience watching, and it built into a roar when her hands disappeared behind her back, and the bra was flung to the back of the stage.
    “Holy shit!” Evie gasped and Logan chuckled.
    The acrobatic work was impressive, and obviously I wasn’t the only one who thought so. Guys lined up to throw crumbled dollar bills on the stage while she worked the pole. Her graceful moves, toned body, and tight breasts were sexy as hell.
    “You’re going to tip the stripper?” Evie asked when Logan dug out his wallet.
    “No, naughty girl. You are.”
    I heard her hard swallow over the thump of the music. On stage, the stripper descended the spinning pole and planted her shoes back on the ground. She turned, bent over, and shoved her ass at the crowd, shimmying. More roars and cheers when she teased removing the tiny scrap of underwear once again.
    This time she did it, exposing her bare pussy for everyone to see. Dominic’s grip on my hand tightened subtly, then relaxed. “Fuck, she’s hot.”
    I grinned. Did he know how much I loved hearing him say that? He was confident enough to know this wouldn’t bother me. He was a man, hardwired to be attracted to tits and ass, and it seemed fucking stupid for him to hide it. Let him look and enjoy. I was. And my tits and ass were nicer, not to mention Dominic owned every inch of me, which made my ass a million times better.
    Evie snatched the five-dollar bill from Logan and stood swiftly. She charged toward the end of the line of men waiting to tip, her face determined.
    “That was . . . unexpected.” Logan’s expression had an edge of concern. Maybe he’d expected her to be too shy.
    Like blood in the water, the men noticed her presence as a herd, and a few jaws dropped open. They parted, all gesturing for her to go to the front of the line. “Hey, ladies first,” one of them said.
    Evie was probably bright red. I couldn’t see with her back facing us, but one of the guys at the front leaned over and said something close to her ear. She turned to look up at him wide-eyed, and Logan bolted out of his chair.
    “Wait,” Dominic called. “It’s cool.”
    Apparently all the man had said to Evie was to put the money on her lips, which she did. Yeah, Evie. I laughed as the fully nude blonde took one look at my friend with a five-dollar bill on her face, and sauntered her direction. I had to believe every pair of eyes in the building were watching as the stripper palmed her breasts, and leaned into Evie so she was nuzzled between them.
    “Fuck,” Logan swore in appreciation. “I think I have another five.”
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