One More Rule (Blindfold Club 2.50)

We hadn’t talked about me getting a lap dance, he just knew. His eyes lit with amusement. “The blonde?”

I nodded as my hand tried to travel a line up to his dick, but he squeezed my wrist. “Control yourself.” His expression went strict and hard. “Or I’ll do it for you.”

Evil, evil man. Saying that in his dark voice turned the volume up on my lust until it was deafening. Yet, he had a good reason to stop me. I’d feel awful if I got us kicked out and Evie and Logan’s night came to an abrupt end.

“What do you think?” Logan said to Dominic, nodding toward the glowing neon sign that announced the private rooms.

“Let’s do it.” Dominic gathered up our supplies and the ice bucket holding the champagne.

“We’re leaving?” Evie sucked in a breath, probably horrified at how disappointed that had come out sounding.

“No, Evie,” Dominic said. “I’m gonna buy Logan a lap dance. You get to pick out the girl.”

The future Mr. and Mrs. Stone exchanged a glance. Choose wisely, Evie. I needed him to beg for sex so we could both win our little competitions.

Logan’s intense eyes stared down at her. “You should do the lap dance. You’re the hottest girl in here.”

Dominic cleared his throat, but Logan remained unfazed. Thankfully Evie didn’t fall for it, and she scanned the room, evaluating the girls working the floor. Her focus settled on a leggy brunette with shoulder-length hair and a pretty face, and sexy librarian glasses that were probably just for show. Yet they made her look cute and studious, which would definitely appeal to anal-retentive Logan.

“Her,” Evie said. Her smug voice matched her expression, saying she was confident in this decision.

We went to the bouncer waiting beside the doorway, and I pointed out who we wanted to come join us in our private party. He nodded, wrote it down on a clipboard, and told us we were in room three.

The narrow hallway was dimly lit and bare bones, and there were a total of three rooms judging by the numbers on the door. I opened ours and was pleasantly surprised. It had a large tufted couch in red and two black chairs opposite it, with a low table in the center for our drinks. In the corner, a lit platform surrounded a pole. The hallway had been kind of gross, but this was nice.

Dominic and I each took a chair as Logan sat on the couch. “Come here,” he said to his fiancé. “Are you okay with this?”

She let out a short laugh. “Me? Yeah.”

It did seem silly to ask, given what we’d done, but at the same time I appreciated how important Evie’s level of comfort was to him. He always did his best not to fuck up with her again.

“Let’s establish rules,” Logan said.

Evie gave him a dubious look. “You want more rules?”

“Guidelines,” he amended. “I’m allowed to touch you. Kiss you. Everything except for sex is fair game.”

Evie bit down on her lip and shook her head. “Part of the rule is no nudity—”

“As long as I don’t violate that.”

She didn’t get a chance to answer him, for a sharp knock came from the door, and it swung open a half-second later. The leggy brunette with glasses. She was even cuter up close. Good.

She gave a shy smile, undoubtedly part of her act. “I’m Tracy. Someone wanted a dance?”

Dominic pointed out Logan. “He’s getting married next weekend.”

Tracy made the appropriate small talk that was probably club required, congratulating Logan. Thankfully, I didn’t have to do that when I’d been seeing clients at the blindfold club, because I fucking sucked at talking.

The garter around Tracy’s thigh was holding a lot of twenties, and I wondered how much she made a night. Nowhere near as much as I did at the blindfold club I was sure, but she also made hers legally. She fidgeted with her lacy red bra and matching panties, as if anxious to get them off. Her curves were nice. Big breasts, and a round ass that begged to be touched.

“You sure you’re okay with this, sweetheart?” Tracy asked Evie. I’d stopped listening to the conversation for a moment, she must have figured out the bride was right beside the groom.

Evie gave a devious smile and nodded.

“Okay,” she said to Logan. “Can you open your knees? I need some room.”

When Logan leaned back against the couch and relaxed his legs, Tracy put one knee between them, sliding it up and down, right over the fly of his pants. Her hands twisted behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra, and she held the cups to her chest for a moment before dropping the fabric away.