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her a rush of pure pleasure. She felt as if she were an exotic jewel, rare and priceless, and every man in the room wanted to possess it but couldn’t. Slowly, as Darius fondled her, she turned this way or that, to give all the guests a clear view. Their attention heightened her arousal. She didn’t have to be prompted to slide her hand inside his pants. “Yes, baby,” he groaned. “Take it out.”
    She unfastened his pants and yanked them down an inch or two to free his engorged cock. He couldn’t fake that. Her fingers gripped his shaft and her thumb traced his crown, slick with a drop of pre-cum.
    “When he’s done with her, I want to be next,” one woman chimed in. “She has no idea how to please a man.”
    Her friend added, “Don’t you think her breasts are a little small for her proportions?”
    “Her tits are fine,” the woman’s husband argued. “And I like her cute butt.”
    A woman giggled and smacked her husband’s hand when he tried grabbing her ass. Distracted by the comments, Destiny stopped stroking Darius. In the strip club, the rude comments were usually bad pickup lines, not personal insults.
    “Forget about them. It’s just us.” He bared her other breast and she arched her back, letting her long hair sway behind her and her breasts jut higher. His thumbs rubbed the peaks of her breasts until they were stiff. “You ready? I’m about to turn up the heat.” His words were for her to hear.
    “Oh, yes,” she moaned. No doubt in another minute these catty women would shut up.
    “Play it up good,” he breathed into her ear. She knew they couldn’t turn back now. She gazed into his eyes and saw fire and hunger there. No longer an act, Darius enjoyed this. Hell, she did too. The next part of the planned scene wouldn’t be easy and threatened her confidence. She gave him a hesitant smile and kissed his ear, then whispered, “Go for it.”
    Darius stepped back, fully aroused and on display. Destiny gave him an innocent, submissive look, her arms at her sides, her dress hanging off her shoulders. With two hands, Darius grabbed the front of her dress and ripped. The dress tore straight down the center and dropped at her feet, a ruined piece of fabric. He threw her onto the sofa.
    A few women in the audience cried out. Then Darius tore her thong off and tossed it across the room. One guy picked it up, balled it into his fist and stuffed it in his pocket. But his wife didn’t take her eyes off the couple giving the show.
    Gasps came from the onlookers as Darius turned her to face the audience fully nude. “No, don’t,” Destiny shouted, feigning embarrassment, and attempted to cover her nakedness. She wore only her strappy-heeled sandals. Her body thrummed with anticipation. The intensity thrilled her. Every nerve caught fire as their act took on a life of its own. She was obsessed by passion and didn’t care who watched.
    “Don’t cover yourself.” His hand cupped her cheek, then he pressed her arms to her sides. “Let me look at you.” Taking off his shoes, shirt and pants, he stood before her and the audience in his naked glory. He had an amazing body: flat abs, muscular pecs and arms with a simple tat circling one biceps. A few strands of his dark hair fell across his brow as he gazed at her with a smoldering look.
    “No!” She stood and shoved at his chest. “I’m out of here. I told you I don’t like the rough stuff. And I don’t like fucking in public.”
    He grabbed her arm and yanked her back. “Oh, no, Destiny. Not until we’re finished. Now touch yourself,” he commanded.
    “Stop it.” She ran to her torn clothes and clutched them around her. Grabbing her tote bag, she marched toward the door. “I’m out of here.”
    “We’re not finished.” Darius picked her up, ripped away her clothes and shoved her onto the soft throw rug. He pulled a length of rope out of her bag, looped one end around her wrists and tied the other end around the leg of the sofa. He