Rush
I make a mental note to tip the DJ as she comes over to join me. Pony by Ginuwine—the perfect song for a lap dance.
The men around me eye me with envy and shock as she comes over to me, but there’s no shock in my eyes. I knew she’d come to me. A beautiful woman who’s had to sell herself her entire life knows all about men’s expectations. She knows that everyone in this club is now indebted to me, including her. And she knows the price.
She won’t f**k me—not yet, at least—but that’s fine. For now, this is all I need.
“There’s a no touching rule here,” she says to me as she straddles me and begins to grind against me. Her top’s already off, and her round, perky t**s bounce and glisten with sweat as she grinds against me. f**k, she’s sexy. I’m hard as a rock, and I’m glad she fe
