Julian reaches out, stroking my clit with his fingers, and my breath goes short. There’s no way I can make this last. I’m too turned on and he’s too good at what he does. Small circles with his thumb just where I need it, and suddenly I’m on the edge of bliss. I hear him chuckle, teasing me as he holds me on the brink. This pleasure has an edge to it, a sharpness roiling in my gut, heightened by all the people watching. And as Julian pushes me over, it slices through me.
My scream echoes through the box, and I almost let my arms collapse. I’ve never felt anything like this. It’s heady and powerful and different and new. My whole body shakes with it, delicious and overwhelming. Julian shouts his own pleasure and I love the warm spread of his cum inside me, bringing me back to earth. I lower myself onto the floor of the box, body limp in the aftermath of it all.
It takes us long minutes to be able to make our way out the box, to a dark corner where a couch is waiting and a blanket. We curl up together as if it were our living room. And in a way, it is.
“That was something,” Julian says.
“Yeah.” I’m not exactly sure what to say about it yet. “Maybe not every day,” I pause. “But I’d be fine doing that again.”
“I should stop calling you my little dancer and start calling you my little exhibitionist.”
I smile at him. “You can call me whatever you want. Because soon you’ll replace them all with ‘my wife.’”
His eyes fill with that same joy that I’ve had bouncing around my soul for the past two days. “I will do that.” He lifts my left hand and kisses my finger with the ring. “And maybe mix it with some things. ‘My dancing wife.’ ‘My kinky wife.’”
“My sexy wife.” I interject.
“Absolutely.” He kisses me, slow and long and relaxing. “You know I love you, right?”
I snuggle down against his chest. My favorite place to be. It’s home. “Yeah,” I say. “I know. I love you too.”
THE END
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Tease
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Chapter 1
Shit. I slam the car door, trying to shield myself from the rain with my bag. It’s not working. It’s pouring, and I can barely see the entrance to the club through the sheets of water. At least I’m getting a uniform today. Small favors.
Headlights cut through the rain, and I get a flash of the front door. There are some people gathered under the edge of the building, smoking. The club doesn’t have any glitzy neon signs like most clubs do. In fact, unless I didn’t know there was a club here, I might assume that it was a vacant building and that the full parking lot was being used by other businesses. I’ve only been here once before for my interview, and it was during the day. So I didn’t notice the lack of signs.
I give up trying to keep myself dry and sprint for the door. There was a major accident on the highway, so now I’m a half-hour late for my first shift. I’ll be lucky if they haven’t already fired me by the time I get inside. The main area of the club is one floor down, the basement opening up to a large two-story space. I’ve been told that Club Deep owns the whole building, though I don’t know what the upstairs floors are used for. None of my business, anyway.
The bouncer waves me through, and I gather my hair in my hands, trying to wring it out the best I can. I twist it up into a knot at the back of my head, trying to tie it back while I hurry down the stairs. I should have worn better shoes and changed into the heels once I got here. Lesson learned. Shoes are the only things the club doesn’t provide.
There’s a deep pounding through the walls. Bass from the music. I start to hear the sounds of people, and the stairs are lit up with flickering, colorful lights. This place was impressive when it was empty and dark, so I’m excited to see it when it’s full of life.
I hit the last stair wrong, and I stumble, fighting to keep my balance. In classic Andrea fashion, it doesn’t work, and I’m about to end up sprawled on the ground when an arm catches me around the waist, saving me. The person helps right me, and I immediately turn. “Thank you. I’m so sorry. It’s pouring outside and I must have slipped and—”