STRIPTEASE: Tease, Tempt, Surrender

STORY 1: THE LAST DANCE

ONE MORE SEXY DANCE

Jade

My skin glistened under the lights as I stepped onto the stage in my silver bikini, the tiny top barely covering my n*****s. Club Velvet was loud tonight, bass thumping through my chest, men shouting, money flying. One week. That’s all we had left before this place shut its doors forever.

I wasn’t planning to make it easy tonight.

My eyes swept the room, same as always, until they locked on him.

Wayne.

Front row, same seat he’d claimed every Friday for six months. Dark button-up shirt, sleeves rolled up, showing off those strong forearms. He sat back like a king, one hand holding a glass of whiskey, the other resting on his thigh.

Tonight, his stare felt hungrier.

I grabbed the pole, let my body slide down slowly, and thighs, parting just enough. The crowd whooped, but I kept my gaze on him. When I spun, hair whipping across my back, I heard his low chuckle cut through the noise. Yeah, he knew I was performing for him.

Song one ended. The DJ’s voice boomed, “One more for Jade before we close the night!”

I smiled, perfect.

I dropped to my knees, crawling toward the edge of the stage on all fours, back arched. My breasts pressed together as I leaned forward, looking straight at Wayne. “You gonna tip me tonight, handsome, or just keep staring like you’re trying to memorize every inch?”

He leaned forward, eyes dragging down my body. “Keep moving like that, and I might do more than tip, Jade.”

I laughed, playful, and rolled onto my back, legs straight up in a perfect split. “Promises, promises. You’ve been coming here six months, and you still ain't tired of looking?”

“Can't get tired of a view like this. You move like you trying to ruin a man.”

I laughed low, biting my lip. I spread my knees wider on the stage, giving him a full row, then rolled my hips in a slow, nasty ciecle.

“You like what you see?” I asked, voice sweet but filthy.

A hundred-dollar bill appeared between his fingers. He didn’t just drop it. He tucked it slowly into the side of my bikini bottom, his knuckle brushing the sensitive skin just below my hip bone. The touch lingered half a second longer than it should’ve.

My breath hitched. Damn, nigga's got the fire.

I rolled up to my knees, face inches from his. “Careful. I bite when customers get handsy.”

“You’ve been teasing me for months,” he said, voice low enough that only I could hear. “Maybe I want to find out what happens when I bite back.”

The music swelled. I stood, turned, and gave him the full view as I bent over, shaking my ass to the beat. The crowd lost it. Wayne’s gaze burned into me… I could feel it.

When the song ended, I scooped up the tips and hopped off stage, heart racing. My shift wasn’t over. I had floor time, and I knew exactly where I was heading.

I walked over to his table, hips swaying. He was sipping whiskey, watching me approach.

“Buy a girl a drink?” I asked, sliding into the seat across from him without waiting for an invitation.

He raised an eyebrow, signaling the waitress. “You know my name. I know yours. After six months, we skipping the fake small talk tonight?”

I crossed my legs, letting my foot brush his calf under the table. “Club’s closing in a week, Wayne. Small talk feels like a waste of time. You come here every Friday like clockwork. What’s a guy like you really after?”

He leaned in, eyes dropping to my lips for a second before meeting my gaze. “I like watching you dance. You move like you enjoy it. Most girls here look bored. You… you light the whole damn room up.”

I laughed softly, accepting the drink the waitress brought. “Flattery? Cute. But I’ve got a rule, you know. Never get attached to customers.”

“Funny,” he said, clinking his glass against mine. “I’ve got the same one. Never fall for a dancer.”

We both smiled. I took a slow sip, letting the cold liquid do nothing to cool the heat building under my skin.

“So what happens when two people with the same rule sit this close?” I asked, voice playful.

Wayne’s hand moved under the table. His fingers traced lightly up my thigh, stopping just before the dangerous zone. “They either run… or they break the rules real slow.”

My pulse jumped. I didn’t pull away. Instead, I parted my thighs a little, daring him. “Slow, huh? You don’t strike me as the slow type.”

He chuckled, deep and rough. “You’ve got no idea what type I am, Jade. You only see me sitting here. You don’t know what I think about when I go home after watching you.”

“Tell me,” I whispered, leaning closer. My breasts brushed the edge of the table. “What do you think about?”

His thumb stroked the inside of my thigh, sending sparks straight to my core. “I think about pulling you off that stage. About what sounds you’d make if I had you alone. About how wet you get when you know I’m watching.”

Fuck. My n*****s tightened against the thin bikini top.

I bit my lip, fighting a moan. “Bold tonight. What changed?”

“Club’s dying,” he said simply. “Figured if I’m ever gonna talk to you for real, it’s now. No more Fridays. No more watching from the dark.”

I placed my hand over his on my thigh, pressing it firmer against my skin. “And if I said I’ve thought about you too? About what’s under that shirt? About whether you’re as intense in bed as you are with those stares?”

His eyes flared. “Then I’d say we’re both in trouble.”

The music changed to something slower, sexier. I stood up, taking his hand. “Come on. Dance with me. One song. Off the stage.”

He rose, tall and solid, letting me pull him toward the small floor area near the back. Bodies pressed around us, but when he pulled me against him, the rest of the club faded. His hands settled on my waist, sliding down to grip my hips as I ground back against him slowly.

“Like this?” I whispered, tilting my head back against his chest.

“Exactly like that,” he growled in my ear. One hand splayed across my stomach, holding me tight as we moved. I could feel him hardening against my ass. Thick. Promising.

I turned in his arms, pressing my chest to his. “You’re breaking your rule already, Wayne.”

“So are you,” he said, lips brushing my ear. “Your heart’s racing. I can feel it.”

I laughed breathlessly. “Maybe I like trouble.”

His hand slid lower, cupping my ass boldly, pulling me harder against his erection. “Then stay after closing tonight. Let me buy you a real drink somewhere else.”

I pulled back just enough to look into his eyes. My body was aching, n*****s sensitive, p***y already wet from the way he touched me. But I wasn’t giving in that easy.

I rose on my toes, lips almost touching his. “One more dance here. Then we’ll see.”

I spun away from him, dancing back toward the stage for my final set, glancing over my shoulder with a wicked smile. He stood there, breathing hard, watching me like a man possessed.