As she reaches the edge of the stage, she leans down and places her hands on the stage, her breasts inches from my face. I take a deep breath and run my fingers over her soft skin again, this time tracing the outline of her pussy lips. “Just for you.”
“I’m sorry. unwarranted. I glance at my watch. “Now I can slip into something more comfortable,” she says with a grin, her voice dripping with seduction. “I need an equal,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “Will you join us, become something more than just a mortal man?”
I hesitate, my mind racing. They all seem to be working their magic on other men, but none of them hold a candle to the blond-haired dancer. Tonight, despite the various warnings lights, I turn off the self driving feature of my car. The waitress smiles again, seemingly unfazed by my lack of response.
