Stripped - A Forbidden Hot Boss Romance

Reaching down, I cupped my balls and squeezed. I stroked up and down. The faster she moved, the faster my hand jerked. All I could see and want was her.

Her hips writhed and gyrated as she danced, and I imagined her straddling me, using me as her pole. My breaths became raspy, and my heart pounded. I wanted to close my eyes and lose myself in the fantasy, but I also wanted to keep them open and watch her until the end.

She unhooked her lacey, red bra. The straps slid down her arms, and the bra dropped onto the stage. Her tits were magnificent and full, and her plump nipples perfect for sucking. My hips lifted off the chair, and my back bowed.

I needed her.

I needed to be inside of her.

Alyssa ripped off her thong. I stroked harder, faster. And then it was as if her blue eyes locked on mine through the camera. It was as if she knew what I was doing while watching her.

Looking directly at me, she slid into the splits and ran her hands up and down the front of her body.

I lost it.

My hot cum exploded all over my hand, and I bit out her name like a curse.

So much for hating strippers.

Red Velvet had me in the palm of her hand.Chapter Four - AlyssaThe first week hadn’t been a bust like I’d feared. My earnings were up like the new owners had promised. I didn’t have to worry about finding a new job or going to a new club—for now.

Opening night had been a massive success for everyone. While the old clientele hadn’t been the dregs of society, they weren’t high rollers either—the men who now walked through the doors thew money like confetti.

I went into the locker room. The evening shift girls were applying their makeup and were having a good time gossiping and laughing. My two besties, Candy and Rachel, squeed when they saw me.

“How amazing has this week been?” Candy said, grinning from ear to ear.

“I’ve made more money this week than I did all last month. Hello, new boobs.” Rachel playfully grabbed her tits and jiggled them up and down. “This time next month, these puppies will be twice this size.”

I laughed. “You’re going to topple over if you go any bigger.”

“How has your week been?” Candy asked, dabbing perfume on her pulse points.

“Better than I expected,” I admitted. “Once the honeymoon period is over, let’s hope it stays that way.”

Rachel let go of her boobs. “Uh, oh. Is Debbie Downer making an appearance tonight?”

I plopped down in front of my mirror. “Sorry. I’ll try to limit the doom and gloom.”

I hadn’t meant to sound downbeat or depressing, but sometimes I couldn’t stop voicing my worries. Life had thrown so many lemons my way—not the type of lemons you could make lemonade with. Part of me was always afraid that disaster lurked around every corner.

“What do you think of the new owners now that you’ve gotten to know them a little?” Candy asked, turning her eyes my way.

I shrugged. “They seem okay, I guess. They’re not Johnny. Time will tell.”

“I’m going to change your name to Debbie,” Rachel said, sounding exasperated.

“I think Shane is kind of cute,” Candy announced.

“The dark and brooding thing he has going on is super-hot,” Rachel added. “He looks like he knows how to fuck.”

The hairs on the back of my neck bristled. Both these girls needed to keep their red claws to themselves, but I bit my tongue before saying something I’d regret. Despite him being rude and saying he hated strippers, they didn’t need to know that from the night I’d met Shane, he’d starred in my fantasies. When I danced, I imagined I was dancing for him and no one else.

Candy fluffed her hair. “What do you think of Shane, Alyssa?”

“Truthfully? I think he’s an asshole. He thinks he’s too good for us. I mean, he was the one who said he hated strippers. He’s not dark and brooding. He’s rude and narcissistic.”

“I think you like him.” She looked over at Rachel. “I think she likes him.”

“Whatever.” I grabbed my mascara and concentrated on coating my lashes.

“Yours is the only performance he watches.” Candy started gluing diamantes to her bikini line. She said the extra sparkle meant more money. “When you get on stage, his eyes are always on you.”

I made a pppfffttt sound.

“It’s true,” she continued. “When you take the stage, he comes out of the office. You might not be able to see him, but I can.” She pressed her fingertips against the diamantes to help the glue set. “If I didn’t love you so much, I would be jealous.”

Rachel hooked her arm through Candy’s. “Come on, Candy Cane. Let’s see if any of those rich guys want our tits in their faces.”