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lump of lust in my throat. She looks like an angel. Well…if not for her thick, sexy legs, round ass, and bouncing breasts, not to mention her attire, the white against her skin would look almost innocent. So, I guess she’s a naughty angel.
    The dancer leaps from the swing and lands in a crouch. Then, she flips over and lands on the floor with her legs splayed. My cock surges in my slacks an d I have to fight down the hard-on that is threatening to break free. She curls herself around the pole and climbs up. As she slides back down it, she points out to the audience and I swear she is pointing right at me.
    I guess Luke has the same thoughts when he says, “Fuck, I think I’ve just come.”
    “I gotta go call my wife, or a priest, or an exorcist, or my mom,” Wyatt mutters dumbly, not moving an inch.
    “Aye dios mio,” Johann expresses.
    Connor is the only silent one, so I begrudgingly tear my gaze away from the siren on stage and look over at him. He is staring at the woman with adoration. He knows her, maybe even more?
    “Dude, you okay?” I query. Connor slowly faces me and I see some worry in his eyes that he doesn’t try to conceal this time.
    “You’re probably going to kill me, but I don’t care anymore. It’s time you knew,” he answers cryptically.
    My brows furrow in confusion. “Knew what?”
    He turns his attention to the stage where he smiles again. Turning my confused attention back to the stage, my mind clears as I stare at the dancer. Just… wow.
    The woman walks closer to the edge of the stage where she squats in front of a patron. The music changes with her new position, Skin by Rihanna pulsating through the speakers. I’ve never seen this woman before, but my dick is in a tizzy as if something is familiar. Dear God. This girl is a fucking vision as she crooks a finger to the patron who trips over himself to get closer to her. I’d probably do the same. A frisson of jealousy zips through me and my heart does a familiar odd beating.
    Mine.
    …the fuck?
    As I shake off that oddity, I try to focus on what is happening on stage and tamp down the raging jealousy that is building as I see the patron leaning close to the dancer. The man buries his face into her crotch and sniffs her – super jealous right now – then hands her a wad o f cash from his pocket; like he’s been waiting to give her his money all night. The woman stands, tosses the cash behind the swing, and surprises the shit out of me by doing a sexy hand stand while and spreading her legs wide. Her erection-inducing red hair touches the floor and I picture myself wrapping strands of it around my cock. The image shocks my dick to painful proportions, and I groan as I adjust myself.
    She now lowers herself to the floor, with her back to the gather ing of men in front of her. She props herself on her elbows and hikes up her legs so they are bent at the knees. She hangs her head back and licks her plump lips and bite them…the same way South used to. I can’t help but licking my own lips in response. A woman comes up to the stage and runs her hands through the dancer’s hair then grips it tight in her fist. At this point, the music reaches a crescendo and my pulse spikes just as the whole scene does. This is good stuff!
    The raven-haired beauty swoops down and kisses the dancer and every man’s eyes and dick bug out. I hear collective groans next to me and can’t help my own. This is, indeed, every man’s fantasy.
    Just as we think the kiss will go on to something even sexier – which we all hoped it would – the woman uses her teeth to unmask the redhead and then walks away. The redhead flips over on all fours and crawls sexily over to the pole. Once again, I start imagining myself behind her, pounding my hard dick right into her and watching that gorgeous round ass jiggle. Fuck, she’s hot.
    The dancer raises herself up onto the pole, then, grips it once she is standing. With sheer strength, she lifts herself and kicks