I’m trying to keep an eye on Savage, when I see the expressions of my brothers who are facing the stage. I follow their gaze. The girl has her back to us and she’s slowly pulling down the zipper at her spine. Every eye in the room follows its trail as it leaves behind a widening swath of soft bare skin.
If this is a distraction for something, it’s a good one, because we’re all hypnotized.
She slips the flounce down her arms and drops the top. The skirt of the dress stays up, still tight at her waist, but her naked back is exposed to us. She lifts her arms, twining her hands above her head. The position exposes the sides of her breasts to us and every man here is holding his breath waiting for her to turn. She peers over her shoulder coquettishly and I know she’s got some skills at this. Then she bends at the waist and flips her skirt up giving us just a flash before whirling, her arms crossed over her chest. She taunts and teases, then spins again, and when she turns back to face us, she’s got the front of the dress pulled up, exposing her barely there thong, but covering her breasts.
The fact that she teases us with just a glimpse of each delicious portion of her fantastic body is all the more enticing than if she’d bared herself naked. I’m shocked by the fact, but it’s true.
If this were a strip club, bills would be raining at her feet, but not here. Here, the men don’t figure they have to pay. Or maybe, like me, they know she wouldn’t see a dime of it, it’d all go straight into Savage’s pocket. Screw that.
If it wasn’t the case, I’d gladly give over the entire contents of my wallet to keep this dance going.
Some Hell’s Bandit from the back of the room cups his hands around his mouth and yells out, “Show us everything.”
She turns her back on us and one arm reaches back, undoing whatever’s holding up that skirt, because it falls to the floor in a billowing red poof.
Her pale fire curls brush the top of her cheeks, where those sexy little dimples lay. The tiny thong hiding nothing.
Her heart shaped bottom is freaking amazing, but still we haven’t seen everything. She turns to face us with her hands cupping her breasts, hiding them from us.
Her eyes lock on mine and she licks her lips, and then sucks the plump lower one between her teeth as she stalks slowly toward me.
The thought that this may be a distraction runs through my bloodless brain and I hiss to Utah, “Watch our backs.”
He’s just as enthralled, but manages to pull his eyes from the girl long enough to check the room. I flick my own gaze to search out Savage, but find him standing to the side just as enthralled by her body as every other man in the room.
Hell, the room could catch on fire and not a man in the place would notice.
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