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“Everybody put their hands together and welcome Miss Wild Rose to our stage. Damn, I wish I had your hair, honey. You’re a hottie!” The crowd was going wild.

  “Don’t look, Isaac.  I thought I was imagining things with that phone call earlier – but I wasn’t.  Miss Wild Rose is your Miss Prim Rose.” Joining them, Doris overheard Levi and cleared her throat. “Is that who I think it is?” She swallowed hard, an expression of disbelief on her face. “Lord, I feel like I’ve just announced the pope would be buying the next round of drinks.”

  Telling Isaac not to look was like saying sic’em to a dog. With a run on the drums, the music the band was playing changed. Instead of just a pounding beat, it became playful and naughty.  Every note screamed sex – thrusting, driving, toe-curling sex. And when the dancer came on stage, what he saw flipped his world.  Isaac stepped away from the bar and moved toward the stage like a man in a trance.  Her body was encased in red leather – a form-fitting little bra, a bolero jacket and the shortest, sweetest little skirt he’d ever seen.  Ye, gods!  If he wasn’t intimately acquainted with that treasure of a body – and if it wasn’t for those damn sexy ringlets, he would have never believed this scene in a million years.  Avery strutted out on his stage like she was born for it.  Who knew little Miss Perfect would have that kind of rhythm.  The way she moved was pure poetry – a sonnet written just for him that whispered of untold delights. Shit!  Maybe, what he had read in that stupid article was true. Someone had shown her the ropes – that was for sure and certain. Isaac didn’t know whether to be furious, aroused or just plain pissed.

 Working his way through the crowd, he stood front and center.  One idiot elbowed him, pointed down below Isaacatels belt and then at his own meager package like it was something to be proud of. Yea, he was hard. “Back off, asshole.” Pulling his shirt out of his pants to hide his burgeoning erection, Isaac felt funny – he didn’t want to be aroused, but he was. All around him were sounds - wolf calls, whistles and varied off-color phrases were being thrown into the air.  Isaac barely comprehended them; he was too focused on what was happening on the raised dais in front of him.

 Avery stepped close to the edge, wearing a pair of fuck-me stilettos that made her legs look like a stairway to heaven.  Swinging her hips from left to right, she shimmed like a harem girl and Isaac’s eyes followed every move like he was at a tennis match.  And then – Lord Have Mercy – she started touching herself.  Placing her little palms on her bare midriff, she caressed the silky, smooth skin and then let them glide downward.  He heard moans and groans from the crowd, and it was all he could do to keep off the stage.  His arms felt empty, his breathing was labored – and when she finally let one hand cup her mound, he almost went to his knees. 

 Fuck!  He was mesmerized as her fingers teased the paradise between her legs.  How did she know to do this stuff?  Damn! What if it was all true? To think that other men had seen her do this – touched her – fucked her – that possibility was eating a hole in his very soul.

As she danced, Isaac knew Avery had every cock in the house straining at its zipper. She tossed her head back, that amazing hair flowing behind her like a waterfall. Without a doubt, she was planting the idea in each man’s head that her clit was hard, her pussy was creaming and she could bring herself to orgasm any time she chose.  Isaac swallowed hard and sweat began to bead up on his forehead.  Dozens of bikers and cowboys alike were in the same shape he was, but Avery only had eyes for him.  It was as if they were the only two in the room, and their bodies were connected by an electrical arc that acted like a magnet, seeming to awaken every cell in his body and all of them were screaming out for her.

 Last night, after he’d gone to bed – he had had a devil of a time going to sleep.  Several times he had awakened, stroking his own dick and begging Avery to give him another sweet release.  Now he was cocked and primed – locked and loaded – and it wouldn’t take much to set him off like a Roman candle.  Isaac had never wanted sex as much as he did at this moment – his fuckin’ hips wanted to buck in time to the gyrations of her lithe, lush body.  The song – ‘Wild One’ that she danced to was so damn true.  This sweet baby was a good girl, a little doll who had been protected all her life from anything that could possibly taint her. Now, here she was –unbelievable - pure, unadulterated eroticism. Isaac couldn’t reconcile the two images to save his life. Before morning, he promised himself, he would have answers - hell or high water.

 Moving seductively to the music, she lifted her hair and arched her neck while every man held his breath.  As one, all of their hands itched to cup those twin peaks of delight that were swelling up over her bra, the thin material showing clearly the outline of nipples that looked exactly like the tops of baby bottles – all plumped up and ready to be sucked.  Twisting and turning, she flirted with the crowd, peeling off the little jacket and letting it drop to the floor.  Gasps were heard around the room, for now she wore nothing but a tiny bra and six inches of scarlet leather, which barely covered her pinchable ass.  Only hours before, he had held that ass in his hands and caressed her sweet spot, spreading honey all up and down her slit.  How he wished he had tasted her – how delicious she must be.  But no, he had been weak and demanded her mouth on his cock.  How was a man supposed to choose between so much delicious, intoxicating bounty? 

  Avery stepped over to the pole and – swear to God – everything went dead quiet.  Even the band stopped playing for a few seconds.  The musicians must be in the throes of the same heat as he was. Gripping the pole with both hands, she took it between her legs – humping it – undulating against the lucky metal. Isaac couldn’t breathe – he felt every thrust of her hips as if he were buried to the hilt deep within her.  And what was most amazing was that even though others were calling her name – even throwing money on stage, she only had eyes for him.  There was no way he could miss her message – Avery was dancing for him.  

 The band smoothly changed numbers and eased into the provocative, sensual ‘How Will I Live Without Him?’ and as the music swelled, Avery made love to the pole.  Dammit!  She didn’t have to live without him – he was right here!  As he stood there, totally captivated, she played with his mind and heart. Oh, she knew all the tricks, and how she had learned them was eating him alive. Yet, he was hypnotized as she caressed her bottom lip with the tip of one finger, then began to suck on it, sensuously.  Isaac felt every tug of those lips right on the head of his cock.  God, he could still feel her mouth – he remembered how it had been last night and he wanted it again – he had to have it again. 

Hell, he trembled, he fuckin’ trembled with lust.  How much more could he take?  That question was answered when she swung around, held the pole with both hands over her head and began to slide up and down its length. And as the crowd cheered her on, she smoothed her hands up to her breasts and cupped them, lifting them up – offering them just to him.  The expression on her face was undeniable; it was an explicit, erotic, engraved invitation to engage in ecstasy – in pure sweet, sin – with her. Isaac was more than ready to accept that invitation. 

  All around the stage men were feeling their oats, and when one inebriated cowboy decided to climb on stage, Isaac knew it was time to put an end to this little show.  Not only that – it was time to stake his claim.

This was kinda fun! At church, she had sung specials in front of the congregation, regularly. Really, this wasn’t a whole lot different – she used the same tactic then that she did now. As a coping mechanism, she just imagined everyone in their underwear and then they weren’t nearly as intimidating.

Isaac didn’t look happy. Well, that was just too dang bad. She was pouring her heart and soul into this dance, and by gosh, she was going to see it through. Was it affecting him? Heck, she didn’t know. Her expertise at arousing a male was limited to him. And right now, he just looked mad. Crap! And here he came. As one poor tipsy man tried to make it on stage, Isaac charged like a rampaging bull. One moment, she was swinging around the pole, the next she was swinging over his shoulder. “Hey, I didn’t get to do my big finish,” she complained.

“Oh you’re finished, my little wet-dream.” Stepping off the stage he was met by hoo-raws and backslaps. And then one slap landed right on her butt. With a huff, she tried to raise up. “Steady, baby. That was me. There ain’t no other man gonna touch you, ever again - just me.” What other men? She didn’t want other men. Yet, with those comforting words, he carried her out of the bar, down the hall – to where she didn’t know.

“Where are we going?” she managed to ask. All she could see right now was his tight, gorgeous butt, and she wondered if he would notice if she copped a little feel. What the hell – it was there. Ooooh, she had thought the word ‘hell’ and the roof didn’t cave in. That had to be a sign. With both hands, she cupped his bottom – and squeezed. Pop! “Hey!”

“That’s for playing with my tush.” He swatted her again. Pop! She squealed, but it was full of laughter. “And that’s for driving me crazy.” He deftly opened a door and switched on a light and all Avery could see was beautiful Mexican tile.

“Where are we?”

“My apartment.” He walked a bit farther. “Now, we’re in my bedroom.” He set her down and switched on the overhead light – “and now you can finish your dance.” Finish? Here? She didn’t think so. But, then he said, “Please.” And as Avery figured, she had no urge or will to deny him anything.

“I don’t have any music.”

“My heart’s beating like a drum. Can you feel it?” He caught her hand and held it over his heart.

“Yes, so is mine.” She took his other hand and placed it over her heart. “So, you want me to dance for you?” She would rather they progressed right too more interesting stuff – like lovemaking.

Isaac picked up the hand that lay on his chest and kissed the palm. “Yes, if you have an urge to strip – I’d rather you performed just for me. That way I can keep you safe.” He was torn, he wanted to rail at her for being so foolish and at the same time, he wanted to lay her down and fuck her till dawn. “Dance for me, gypsy.” He sat down on the bed to wait.

No, music – “okay, I’ll try”. Not that it mattered, her blood was singing through her veins and the star of every fantasy she had ever dreamed was sitting on this big, wide bed staring at her with dark, hooded, hungry eyes. Her body sought to obey. Avery didn’t know where to look. He was so gorgeous. But, he made her nervous. Oh, Lord! He had a bulge in his pants! That observation made her smile. Okay, she knew what she’d be looking at. His penis would be like a barometer, the better she performed, the higher it would rise.

Okay – here goes. Avery turned her back to him, and bent over just a bit, looking back at him over one shoulder. She poured every bit of desire and longing into the stare she gave him. And if Isaac gripping the bedspread with both fists was any indication, it was working. “Do you know what you’re doing to me, Avery? Have you any idea what it’s costing me to sit here and watch you like this? When all I really want to do is pull you on this bed, flip you on your back, and bury myself as deep into you as I can get?” He sat there – a macho, alpha male dressed in black - her dark knight.

“Who’s stopping you?” God, she was getting bold.

“Don’t Avery. You have no idea what you’re playing with.”

No, she didn’t know, but she wanted to. So she decided to see just how far she could push him and get away with it. The bra straps, they really needed to come down off her shoulders. And yes, she needed to bend over just a bit further – give him a glimpse of her bottom cheeks. The garters she had on were as red as the skirt, and beneath that was a thong – a thong! Her mom would have a cow if she knew her only daughter was wearing a thong. Oh yeah, she was getting into this. Her skin was smooth, and if she closed her eyes – she could pretend that Isaac was touching her. As she danced to silent music, her palms teased their way up her thighs and under her skirt and before she could stop it, she moaned a little moan as her fingertips grazed her clit. It wasn’t her hand touching her – it was his. “Isaac,” she gasped as her whole body tensed. A little giggle escaped; if she weren’t careful – she was gonna make herself cum.

Cum – that was a wonderful word. The girls had taught her how to spell it – and Isaac had shown her how it felt. Glorious, stupendous – and she wanted to experience that rush again and again with him, only him. Pressing the issue, she picked up her skirt, let the clasp go and it fell to the floor around her ankles.

“God be merciful,” he growled as she cupped her own bottom and separated it just enough for him to see where the red string hid between her cheeks. One last move and she’d stop. After all, it wasn’t as if he would see anything new, and this was her favorite part of the number. With arms over her head, she writhed to a rhythm as old as time. Turning, she moved towards him, hips swaying and pelvis gyrating. Did he like what he saw? Avery studied his face as she unhooked her bra. When he closed his eyes and threw his head back – did that mean he liked it?

“Open your eyes, Isaac,” she almost begged. “I’m doing this for you.” With that heartfelt confession, she let her breasts spill out. The nipples were hard and swollen. Lifting her breasts in her palms, she took a step closer to the bed. “How did I do?”

“Did you know there’s a wet spot at the front of your thong?” he asked gruffly.

What? That wasn’t the reaction she was expecting. Every bit of the bravado left her body. Cripes! “Sorry,” she crossed her arms over her breasts – now she was embarrassed. “I don’t understand . . .”

“Well, I do,” he nearly growled. “That wet spot means you want me. You’re turned on, Avery, as much as I am. Are you always like this when you’re with a man?”

“What?” She didn’t understand what he was saying, she was only aware of his nearness. With a strong, but gentle tug he pulled her into his lap. Avery wanted to wrap herself around him, but she held back, not having enough self-assurance to pull that move off. What if he pushed her away, again? He ran a big, warm hand over her back. Perhaps his intention had been to soothe her, but what he was doing was making her shake. “You’re so beautiful,” she whispered. With an outstretched hand, she touched his face, softly with just the tips of her fingers. If he jerked back, she would be up and off his lap and out the door in two shakes of a sheep’s tail. Instead, he leaned into her caress – so she cupped his cheek, caressing his strong jaw. His face was almost perfect - that straight Greek nose, those killer cheekbones and a thoroughly kissable mouth. “If only you would smile for me.” She tugged on his bottom lip with her thumb and then laughed when he tried to playfully bite her. “Hey!” Avery couldn’t believe she was sitting here – actually getting to touch him – play with him. It was hard to take. Isaac McCoy was intense, aroused and all of that heat and energy was, for a little while, focused on her. She couldn’t help but praise him. “Your eyes are a mesmerizing blue, and this long, dark hair is the sexiest mane I’ve ever seen.” As she ran her fingers through the almost shoulder length locks, it shocked her than he shuddered beneath her touch.