Excerpts
Without thinking, she headed to her home away from home. Thirty minutes later, she pulled into The Men’s Club parking lot. Four women milled around carrying signs.
THEY DANCE NAKED IN HELL TOO!
TWO FOUR SIX EIGHT—DON’T COME HERE TO MASTURBATE
EVERY NUDE DANCER IS SOMEBODY’S DAUGHTER
LAP DANCES HUMILIATE WOMEN
Shit, the pickets are back.
It was almost four thirty p.m. Her shift wouldn’t start for an hour and a half. Maybe the pickets will leave by her shift. She rolled down her window for fresh air. She didn’t want to wait in the club, but she had nowhere to go.
Suddenly, a hand reached through the window and touched her arm. “Vickie? Is that you?”
She recognized the voice but couldn’t place it. She turned her head and recognized a man she hadn’t seen in seven years. It was Les Patton, her best friend’s older brother.
“Les! Fancy running into you.”
“It is you? I barely recognized you. What are you doing here?”
She felt dreaded heat flush through her. A picketer walked by the hood and glanced at them. “I…ah, I’m picketing. And you?”
He sucked his lips in. After removing his ten-gallon hat, he raked his fingers through his thinning hair before replacing it. “You’re going to be mad at me. I was just going to go in here and check this place out. Neva was here before. Why don’t you come in with me? I’ll buy you a drink, and we’ll catch up.”
She shook her head, but he wasn’t swayed. “Julie will be dying to hear what you’ve been up to.”
I’ll bet. “I can’t, really. I’m picketing.”
His eyes narrowed. “If you’re picketing, why are you sitting in the car?”
She raised her hand and slipped the forefinger between her teeth. “Ahh…I’m on a break. My break’s almost over. It was nice seeing you again.”
He put his hand on her arm again. “Well, at least give me your phone number.”
She nodded, reached in her purse for her scratch pad, and wrote the first group of numbers that popped into her head. “Here.” She kissed him on the cheek. “Give my love to Julie.”
He held the Post-it Note and said, “I will, and I’ll give her this, too. She’ll be thrilled.”
Vickie felt rotten to the core as she so often did when she deceived people. “I can’t wait to hear from her.” Remembering her shift was going to be in less than an hour and a half, she continued, “Are you going to be in there long?”
He shrugged and waggled a single eyebrow. “Who knows? I may be in there fifteen minutes, or I could be there all night”
He walked briskly to the building and disappeared inside. What a pickle she was in. Her shift began at six, and her best friend’s brother just walked in the club. The manager wouldn’t be happy if she called in sick this late.
Then she brightened. Les walked out of the club, but his eyes averted her gaze. Thank God. His posture appeared hunkering as if it was cold out. He hustled into his truck and sped away.
Sitting at her desk in her office, Camilla picked up the ringing phone. “Hello.”
“Mrs. Dewhurst?”
“Yes.”
“This is Julia Abernathy. My maiden name was Patton. I don’t know if you remember me.”
“Yes, Julia, I remember you well. What can I do for you?”
“Do you remember my brother, Les? He took Vickie to the prom, just before sh—”
“Yes, I remember Lester.”
“Well, there’s something I think you should know.”
“Go on.”
“Les sometimes likes to go into these topless and nude bars, and about two hours ago, he started to go into a nude bar called the Men’s Club when he ran into Vickie.”
Camilla snapped to. She sat up straight, her eyes wide. “My Victoria?
Adult Excerpt
Vickie started slowly swaying to the music. Turning away from him, she reached behind, undid the hook on her top, and held the front as the straps fell to the side. Still facing away from him, she slipped her arms through the shoulder straps. Nothing was holding her red top up now except her hands. With the top across her breasts, in time with the music, she turned toward her VIP dance partner.
Lee screeched, “C’mon, baby, don’t tease me.”
Laughing, she threw her head back, her long chestnut hair draping down to her butt.
He urged her on, clapping and whistling. “Let’s see those gorgeous hooters.”
She flashed her breasts for two seconds, and his lips formed a pout. Vickie smiled coyly and turned back away from her audience, shedding the top to his applause. When she turned back, a hand covered each breast. He frowned, his disappointment obvious. She winked and, scrunching her nose, quickly covered both breasts with her arm and hand. She blew him a kiss with the other hand. He laughed.
Continuing to shake her hips with the music, she edged up to Lee and lifted her right foot up and onto his lap. Referring to her red high heel, she instructed, “Take it off, baby.”
After he removed it, she lifted her other foot.
Now barefooted and naked, except for her skimpy bottom, she hopped back and looked her handsome spectator over. He shifted around and straightened his burgeoning cock. She placed her forefinger between her lips and giggled. Once more, she turned her back to him. With her hands on her hips, she spread her legs and bent down. She peeked back at him from the right and the left, affording him a sideways glimpse of her breasts. She took hold of the edge of the bikini bottom with her fingertips and, teasing it side to side, down over her hips and ass, dragged it down to the floor.
She rose, bikini bottom in hand, and once more turned to face him, an arm across her breasts and the garment held in front of her mound. His expectant smile deflated from her contrived modesty, so she strutted up to him, removed the hand, and shimmied her breasts inches from his gaping mouth. Her nipples were very sensitive, and having them suckled had always given her a great thrill. Grinning at his open mouth and rounded eyes, she straddled his hips as the first song wound down and settled the hollow between her legs directly over the phallic bulge in his slacks.
Brimming from her naughty dance, she decided that he wasn’t the only one who would enjoy their remaining minutes together. Slowly, Vickie began to move back and forth, grazing her naked bottom against his clothed groin. The sensation spreading through her made her picture Lee eating her pussy. As she increased her movement, her sex against his groin, she could feel his erection through his slacks, and she pretended that he was making love to her in her bedroom. Craving Lee’s husky cock inside her, picturing it moving in and out of her was making her wet. Her salacious movement inflamed her libido.
As the last song began, she ran her hand around the back of his head and dragged his sweet, moist lips toward her nipple. When those gorgeous lips encircled her hard nub, he ran a silky tongue in circles around it, and she moaned her bliss as erotic sensations pulsated to her core. She undulated against him, moving her pussy even harder back and forth along the stiff ridge in his pants. Shivers shot through her as his hot breath in the form of a deep throaty moan tickled her ear. Only a thin layer of fabric separated his cock and her deep well, and she imagined it inside her. She imagined him fucking her, and it seemed right.
Breathily, she whispered, “You can touch my breasts and ass.”
He wasted no time. Clenching a buttock in one hand, he guided her movements over his rigid sex while his other hand attended her free breast. Squeezing her nipples, he rolled them between his fingers and pinched the hardened tips. Her breathing grew heavy, her moans continuous. Everything seemed surreal, and ahaze of felicity settled over her. She couldn’t believe that she could get this much enjoyment out of a lap dance.
