Nadia
“You sit here.” I point to the armchair in the middle of Flynn's living room. I want to do a striptease. I want to be like those women on stage tonight. Sultry and seductive. Holding all the power.
Flynn drops into the chair, his eyes darkened with desire.
“I need stripping music,” I tell him.
He calls up “Sexy Back” on his phone, and it starts playing through a speaker in the kitchen.
I prance around the room finding the beat. I stop and swing my hips, sinking to a squat, then rising again.
Flynn groans in approval, his thumb resting on his lower lip.
I remove my clothing piece by piece until I’m in nothing but my panties. Some of my moves are sexy. Some are silly. It doesn't matter because Flynn appears to be enthralled by everything I do. At the end of the song, I straddle
