can handle herself.”
“I don’t know, that lady, Lindsay, sounds like she wants to walk all over someone in those tiny little heel and leave a trail of bloody gouge marks behind. It would be an awesome cat fight. Too bad you paid me to get lost.”
“I’m glad you remember. Can you wait here for at least fifteen minutes?”
“Sure, man, good luck. Just remember to grind it.” The stripper thrust his hips forward. “That’s the secret to success.”
Tyler tried moving in the leather, and the chains clinked all over his body. He felt as if he were going into an ancient battle. The Bandit had put the whole costume he’d stripped off during the show, including the mask and loin plate, on Tyler. The fur draped over his shoulders helped to hide the difference in his skin tone.
“There are some toys in the bag.”
“Toys?”
“Some chains, cuffs, a blindfold. There are some whips and more leather. A decent piece of fur. Some ladies get off on the fur, some on the pain.” He shrugged. “You never know.”
“Sounds like you’ve moonlighted before.”
The stripper held his hands out. “Hey, it’s my job to please the ladies.”
“And you take your job seriously.” Tyler looked into the mirror. He didn’t look like a bandit; the fur made him look more like a Neanderthal.
He grimaced. Could this possibly work? Or would Tina take one look at him and laugh in his face?
He’d better see if he could grind it. He thrust his hips forward and the ridiculous loin plate exaggerated his movements.
The stripper nodded. “Not bad. You’re buff enough. Good abs. Just try to tilt your pelvis towards the ceiling.”
He tried again. I hope I don’t throw my back out again. Because of his old football injury, he sometimes had trouble with the muscles in his lower back.
But this time it would be worth it. Better than winning the homecoming game, better than anything.
“That’s perfect.” The stripper adjusted a few of the straps and then tucked things in. “Now you’re all set.”
“Thanks for your help.”
“No problem. I made a fortune tonight.”
Tyler took a deep breath and he opened the door. Tina stood directly outside. Her face was flushed, and she leaned forward on the balls of her feet as if anticipating…something more than she should have expected when hiring a stripper.
She smiled a slow, intimate smile. “Wow, you look so primitive.” It came out like a purr. “I thought you might have gotten more comfortable. Taken something off…”
“I didn’t think that’s what you had in mind,” he said deeply, suggestively. His loins swelled. He couldn’t seem to help it.
Tina’s baser instincts appeared to be fully engaged, and he planned to fully enjoy them.
Or was it the alcohol?
Why did he care? Suddenly he felt as primitive as he looked. He’d taken matters into his own hands, and all he wanted was to throw her over his shoulder and give her everything she appeared to want from him.
“You took so long and I’m so…ready,” she breathed.
Tyler sucked in a breath at the sight of those heavy eyes and slick mouth. Her nipples stood at attention, and he had to clench his hands to keep from reaching out and touching her.
“Lead the way.” Fortunately, the stripper hadn’t spoken in a normal voice during the show. His deep tones had obviously been for effect. Tyler just hoped Tina was too drunk to notice the difference.
“My pleasure.” She took his arm and led him to the elevators, leaning heavily on him.
He should have felt stupid dressed as a Neanderthal, but Tina’s reaction had him getting into the part, especially when the elevator doors closed, and she boldly reached around him to pat his ass and then squeeze his buns.
“You’re so deliciously tight back there. You must work out all the time.” She pressed her hips against his. “I thought we might have a little workout session of our own before you go home.”
“I don’t mind getting a little physical after a performance.” He couldn’t resist. He ran his fingers over her collarbones, slipping down over her breasts, sliding over silk, and her erect nipples, mesmerized by the glow of desire in those golden eyes. “Especially with such an exceptionally beautiful woman.”
“Ohhhh, that feels so good.”
“Yes, it does.” His voice sounded guttural but it wasn’t an affectation.
“You have such beautiful blue eyes,” she murmured.
“Thank you.”
“Were they blue—” she gestured, and almost lost her balance “—before?”
Tyler steadied her. He didn’t panic, though he hadn’t even noticed the color of the stripper’s eyes. Instead, he improvised. “Naw, they’re contacts. I just put them in now. I didn’t have time to do it before the performance.”
Tina’s brow furrowed.
He resisted the urge to kiss her. But mouth-kissing protocol might be different for strippers; besides, she’d probably recognize him if he kissed her.
“I like your eyes blue. But what’s your real eye color?”
She had a death grip on the strip of fur around his neck.
“Kinda hazel, I guess. These contacts were worth the money if they turn you on.” His hands came around to lift and caress her breasts.
Tina sucked in a breath. “I’ve never done this before, but I promise to pay you enough to make this worth it.”
“Honey, anything you pay would just be icing on the cake. You feel so delicious.” He thought about what he’d say if she offered to pay, and despite his pride he knew she’d be suspicious if he turned down the money cold.
“Hmmm. You certainly know where to touch a girl.”
Tyler could feel her flesh swelling in anticipation of his touch, and he knew from past experience that she had on a skimpy little thong under that skirt that molded around her ass so lovingly.
The elevator dinged. And he nudged her shoulder. “Ladies first. Which room?”
“Sixteen.”
Tina listed against him so he guided her down the hallway.
It seemed to take forever to reach the door. Then she handed him the key card to the room. He bent down and when her fingers slipped down toward the loin plate, he almost groaned aloud anticipating her touch.
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