French Quarter (5 page)

As the stripper finished working over the younger guy, rising off him and accepting her tip, she turned to where Jack stood waiting. “How much?” he asked.

“Is it for you?” she inquired and her eyes told him she wanted him to say yes.

“Afraid not.” He pointed toward Liz, gaze focused on the main stage now, where a stripper circled her pole in a Britney Spears schoolgirl outfit. “It’s for my…girlfriend.”

The brunette offered a small smile that made him think she wasn’t disappointed, after all, and that she liked doing women as well as men. “Twenty.”

He handed her the money and added, “By the way, she’s kind of…a virgin at this.”

The stripper flicked pretty deep brown eyes from Liz to him. “Your idea or hers?”

“Hers.”

Her smile widened. “Good.”

Together, they returned to the booth where Liz waited. Before sitting back down, Jack pulled the small round table back so the dancer could reach Liz.

The stripper looked at Liz like Liz usually looked at him—her eyes brimming with desire. “Hi, my name’s Felicia.” Her voice was as smooth as silk

Liz’s eyes dripped with sensuality and a hint of uncertainty. “Hi.” Her nipples jutted hot and pretty through the slick fabric of her dress.

A new song began, and without further ado, Felicia placed one knee on the seat of the plush burgundy booth next to Liz’s hip before straddling her completely. “Just relax and enjoy,” she said to Liz, who sank a little deeper into her seat as Felicia began to move.

Wearing only her requisite flesh-colored g-string and another sexy pair of fuck-me heels, she began to grind her pussy in hot, tight circles just an inch or so away from Liz’s. She caressed her big, beautiful breasts while Jack and Liz both watched. She tweaked her nipples and swayed them over Liz until they brushed against her chest. Liz let out a small gasp of passion and it was all Jack could do not to take his cock in his hand. Like most guys, nothing aroused him quite like the sight of two girls getting it on with each other, and he thought he’d never seen anything so lush and sensual as the dance taking place next to him.

Felicia wore a dirty little smile, clearly pleased she was having the desired effect on both of them. Jiggling her bare breasts against Liz’s once more, the stripper lowered her pussy directly on Liz’s and began to grind. Oh yeah, he’d been right—Felicia liked doing girls. Her gyrations were hot and slow and sexy as hell, and Liz was beginning to grind back. While they rubbed themselves together, Liz’s eyes roamed Felicia—from her face to her breasts to the bit of fabric stretched over her cunt where it pressed into Liz’s crotch. He barely noticed when other guys in the vicinity began to watch, too—he couldn’t have torn his eyes from the two women if his life had depended on it.

The grinding of pussies through fabric continued and Felicia now rubbed her breasts flush against Liz’s, all while simulating a dance. Liz looked drunk with passion and when Felicia rose to a full sitting position—their crotches still pressed tight together—and began to squeeze and caress her bare breasts, Liz murmured, “Mmm, yes.” That’s when Felicia lowered her hands to Liz’s lovely globes, kneading them as she swayed and moved. Liz let out a ragged sigh and looked down, watching Felicia mold her soft flesh through the dress. Jack could have sworn her nipples popped out a little more and that she worked her hips harder against the stripper’s.

But then Felicia began to cool things down, gradually, and Jack recognized the end of the song approaching and knew Liz’s pleasure was about to come to an end. Felicia ceased touching Liz’s pretty breasts through that creamy dress and resumed kneading her own. Her grinding motions against Liz’s pussy lightened, lightened, until finally she lifted herself up, disconnecting their crotches, finishing the dance that way.

When the song ended, Felicia lowered a soft kiss to Liz’s cheek then slowly got to her feet. The guys at the next table gave a few low whistles and catcalls, and Jack tried to catch his breath as he tucked another twenty into the string of elastic at the stripper’s hip. “Thanks, babe, that was fun,” she said to him, then sauntered away across the room.

Jack slowly lowered his gaze back to Liz, who was sitting up straighter now, her breath coming heavy. Jack thought in one way this felt like the calm after a storm, as if Felicia had somehow just rained thick lust down upon his sexy,
jolie
Liz, and then vanished quick as a summer downpour. Only he didn’t feel very calm and he suspected Liz didn’t, either.

He wasn’t going to mince words. “
Chere
, that was the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen.”

Her cheeks flooded with color. She looked tense, excited, intoxicated. “You liked watching?”

“Oh yeah.” He nodded.

Her eyes lit with heat and Jack took it as an invitation. “I liked
knowing
you were watching,” she said.

The very words made him want to groan, made the skin around his cock tighten even more. He’d intended to wait ‘til her case was done before making a move on her, and as far as he was concerned, it had reached a conclusion a little while ago. Good thing, because nothing could have stopped him from being drawn into the sexual web he felt spinning tight around him. He lowered his voice, leaned in closer to her. “Did you like rubbin’ against her breasts? Her pussy?”

The color in her cheeks deepened, but she didn’t shy away from the question, keeping her gaze intense upon him. “Mmm, yes. It was…incredible.”

“What do you want to do now?” he asked, praying she’d ask him to fuck her.

“I could use a drink,” she said. “It’s hot in here.”

Despite himself, he smiled. It wasn’t hot in there at all—unless you were getting a lap dance, he supposed. He flagged over another waitress in a gold bikini and ordered more drinks as he slid his arm warmly back around Liz’s shoulder. Just the mere feel of her breast against his side added to the fire coursing through him. He turned and whispered in her ear. “Do you have any fuckin’ idea how hot you’ve got me?”

She pulled back just enough to smile at him. “Mmm hmm.”

He lowered his chin. “Did she make you come?”

Her smiled softened into something more provocative. “No.”

“Were you close?”

She bit her lip, nodded.

A little more blood rushed to his cock. “You want me to finish the job,
chere
?”

She gave a coquettish look. “Not yet.”

Merde
. Was this woman trying to drive him out of his mind with frustration? “Why?”

She paused, thought. “Because this is the most freedom I’ve ever felt in my life. I don’t want to rush the night. I want to stretch it out. I want to feel
everything
tonight. I want to make it last.”

He grinned. “Just because I get you off don’t mean the night’s over, darlin’. I’d be happy to make you come again and again.”

Just then their drinks arrived and Liz took a long sip, turning her attention back to the main stage. Three naked girls stood in an enormous tub washing each other with soapy sponges. She seemed immediately entranced, which did nothing to relax Jack’s arousal. He didn’t think he could stand it much longer.

Questions swam through his mind. He hadn’t misread her, surely? She wanted him as much as he wanted her, didn’t she? Yes, she did—he knew she did. Her provocative words played through his mind once more.
I liked knowing you were watching.

The girls on the stage swayed to music while they washed each other’s breasts and stomachs, after which they proceeded to move their sponges over each other’s asses and pussies, all the while giggling. Jack reached beneath the table, which he’d moved back in front of them after Liz’s lap dance, and found her knee. He didn’t linger there, letting his hand slide smoothly up her inner thigh, past the lacy top of a stocking, stopping only when she clamped her legs together.

Her look was scolding but playful. “What do you think you’re doing?”

This made it clear—she
was
trying to drive him out of his mind. “Makin’ you feel good,
chere
. If you’ll just spread your legs a little bit.” He concluded with his best wolfish grin.

Her scolding expression didn’t fade, but under the table, her legs opened slightly and he slid his hand to the crotch of her panties. The tips of his fingers were instantly damp. He breathed low in her ear. “You’re so fuckin’ wet.”

She kept watching the girls on the stage get their breasts and asses soaped, and simply smiled, enjoying the titillations.

“So fuckin’ juicy,” he whispered, beginning to stroke her through the wet silk. In response, her legs parted a little more. He took the opportunity to pull the fabric aside and touch her without any barrier. His fingers drifted over light pubic hair before he slid his two middle fingers into her warm slit.

To his pleasure, she let out a small moan at the touch. No one looked and he was glad—he didn’t want to break the moment.

“Wider, so I can rub you,” he instructed.

She kept watching the soapy female bodies on the stage and did as he said, spreading for him.

“Good girl,” he whispered.

Then he stroked into wet, soft flesh and felt even more moisture surge over his fingers. His cock strained so hard against his zipper it hurt. He felt the hard nub of her clit against his finger and worked it in a circular motion. She gasped lightly and he whispered, “Is this the right spot, baby?”

“Unh,” she said, still watching the stage.

As he moved his fingers over her in hot little circles, she began to move with him, lifting her hips, thrusting her sweet little pussy forward at his hand.

“I’m gonna make you come so good,
chere
,” he murmured near her ear. “Gonna make you come so hard.”

She finally stopped watching the show and leaned her head back in passion. The musky, salty scent of her arousal rose to greet Jack as her wetness encased his fingertips entirely. He moved his fingers in smaller, tighter circles over her clit, responding each time she sped up her thrusts or slowed them down. There was more speeding up than slowing down, though, and it didn’t take long before her fists curled tight into the plush fabric at each side of her, and though she managed to stay quiet, her cunt clenched tight around his fingers, her breath came hard in his ear, and her thrusts turned nearly jack hammer fast.

“That’s right, baby, that’s right,” he murmured as he watched the ecstasy wash over her face.

Liz felt like rockets were being set off at the juncture of her thighs. The pulses rose like flames inside her, each one higher, hotter, than the last.
God, yes, yes, yes. Mmm. So good.

When she opened her eyes after the waves of heat and pleasure had subsided, it was like waking up from a dream. Only this wasn’t a dream—it had all really happened. She couldn’t quite believe how wild she’d gotten, the way she’d followed Lynda’s advice so very well.

Next to her, Jack was wearing a sexy smile. Though strippers still shimmied and swayed on all the stages around them, it was suddenly as if Jack and Liz were the only two people in the room. “How was that?” he asked.

The truth was, it defied words. “Very…very…good,” she finally said.

Wearing a heated grin, he leaned forward until their foreheads touched. “I wanna fuck you,” he said softly.

She wanted that, too. So, so much. The orgasm hadn’t made her any less eager to have more of him, now. “Where should we go?”

He thought for a moment. “I live at the other end of Bourbon.”

That sounded like a long walk, even too long to wait if they took a cab. “Too far.”

“My office is a couple of blocks away.”

“Okay,” she said.

Despite the fun she’d had at the club, she was happy to step outside into the cool night air, on Jack’s arm. The street bustled with crowds, people drinking, smoking, laughing. Music blared from open doors of dance bars. Jack took her hand and led her through the people; they walked quickly, and she wondered if he was feeling as frantic as she was, like each second was an eternity, like her pussy was empty and begging for him more with each step. Her
pussy
—she could scarcely believe she’d thought of it that way; it was so unlike her. But the wild events of the night had loosed something new and brazen inside her soul.

She glanced up, drawing his gaze down, and thought she saw the same sense of urgency in his dark, piercing eyes. “
Merde
,” she heard him bite off with clenched teeth, and then he was drawing her into an alley, deep, deeper, between timeworn, windowless brick walls, past empty wooden crates, until he finally stopped and put his arms around her, pulling her close against his warm body. “I need to kiss you,” he breathed.

That’s when it hit her, hard—they hadn’t even kissed yet. “Please,” she said in response and his mouth sank onto hers, molding as perfectly as if they’d been lovers for years. His tongue slipped between her lips and she met it with her own. The kiss was fierce and long, brimming with need, but soon softening into something deep and sensual and swallowing. His body pressed hard against hers—one particular part harder than the rest.

It made her want to touch and explore him and she let her hands roam across his broad back, his chest, his sexy butt. His hands traveled her body, too, caressing her bottom, her back, sliding from her waist up to the sides of her breasts. Ribbons of electricity snaked through her as he caressed them, kneading them just as Felicia had done, but his hands were bigger, stronger, more possessive, and she
wanted
to be possessed by him. His rough massage of her breasts made her unable to hold in her moans, made her yearn to somehow thrust the mounds deeper, harder into his touch.