Chapter Thirty Nine

For once, Dimitri found himself stunned speechless. This woman was calm and collected, but also wild... And he loved it so damn much.

“We really don’t need to do this, you know. I mean, I love the idea. But do you really want to do it? I kinda find it hard to believe.”

“Hush,” she said. “Just get out of the car.”

She got out, and Dimitri followed suit, trying to imagine just what she had planned. He walked with her to the entrance of the club and followed her inside, where dark corridors were lit with blue lights. After following a velvet-roped walkway, they emerged in the main club.

A large, U-shaped bar dominated one side of the club, and a stage dominated the other side. Dance music blared from speakers overhead, and on stage, a lone blonde did a pole dance for an audience of eight or ten guys.

He watched Kelly’s gaze slide over the whole scene without reacting. While he, on the other hand, found his natural guy instincts having a hard time looking away from the near-naked female in the room. He forced himself to keep his eyes on Kelly.

She flashed a mysterious smile and took his hand. “I think the peep show is this way,” she said as she led him toward the back of the club.

God help him. After this woman was done with him—he was pretty sure the rest of his life was going to be damn dull in comparison. But he followed Kelly anyway.

If this was going to be the most exciting weekend of his life, he might as well take full advantage, peep show and all.

Kelly stopped at a door bearing a sign that read Private and opened it.

“Have a seat in here,” she said.

“Where are you going?”

“I’ll be in soon. No more questions.” Her eyes full of mischief, Dimitri felt himself growing hard in his pants. So damn predictable.

“Okay, but hurry,” he said as she urged him inside the small room and closed the door.

Alone, he found himself with a comfortable recliner chair, a side table bearing a drink, and nothing else. He sat and saw the sliding panel on the wall, right at his viewing level.

For a peep show. His erection grew. He leaned back in his chair and picked up the perspiring glass of amber liquid.

A sip confirmed that it was whiskey and Coke, and he tried to focus on the burning sweet taste of it, tried not think too much about what may or may not be about to happen on the other side of the peep show panel.

Kelly was full of surprises, and today was no exception. But he didn’t want to get his hopes up, or imagine the wrong thing, or… He heard footsteps on the other side of the panel, and he set the drink aside, then leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. The position put him inches from the peep show panel. A sultry dance song began to play over the speakers, and the panel slid open.

He peered through and saw a woman dancing, rocking her hips to the beat. It only took a second for his brain to register that the woman was Kelly.

Damn.

Her arms lifted overhead, she moved her hips back and forth, around and around, in a dance that was blatantly erotic without being raunchy. She wore a black latex bra and panties, with thigh-high black boots, and she didn’t look at him. Rather, she danced as if no one was there, as if no one was watching.

She twirled slowly around, giving him a view of her firm, perfect ass clad in thong panties, and the air left his lungs. He reminded himself to breathe—in, out, in, out.

Sweet heaven, she was hot. So damn fucking hot.

Kelly trailed her hands down her torso as she danced, then up again, cupping her breasts, lingering over her nipples, and then slowly unclasping her bra in front. When it fell down over her shoulders, she let it drop to the floor, then continued to fondle her breasts without the hindrance of fabric.

Dimitri’s cock strained against his pants, and he wondered if it was acceptable to jack off in a situation like this. Or was he supposed to wait until she’d finished her dance and came to him?

When she pushed her breasts up and together, then dipped her head and licked herself, first one nipple, then the other, he didn’t have any will left to hold out. He unfastened his pants in a hurry and started stroking his cock.

Abandoning her breasts, she slid her hands back down her torso, and as her hips gyrated, she hooked her thumbs in the sides of her panties and slid them slowly down her hips, turning as she did so. She bent over, giving him a full view of her pussy, and stepped out of the panties, then kicked them aside.

Another gyrating turn put her face forward again, and still, she made no eye contact with him. She seemed totally into herself, into the dance, completely focused on her own body, and the effect was seriously hot. He slowed the stroking of his cock to keep from coming too soon, and watched enthralled as she dipped her fingers between her legs and started stroking herself.

Oh, hell. He wanted her like crazy. He’d broken out in a sweat. Could feel it dripping down the insides of his arms, felt it on his brow and upper lip. His entire body was heating up, tensing, overcome with that same trembling desire he’d come to associate with Kelly.

Still stroking herself, she spread her legs and started working her way downward into a squat, ending with her legs spread wide in front of the peep show panel. She reclined on one arm and continued to stroke. Dimitri’s mouth went dry as he watched her fingers glide between her lips, inside her opening, out again, in again.

She was moaning now, her eyes closed, her show completely convincing, outrageously erotic. The music changed from the midtempo dance beat to something slower, and he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Get your hot little ass in here,” he said.

She opened her eyes and looked at him for the first time. Stopped stroking herself and leaned forward. “No talking allowed,” she said in a breathy little voice.