Virgin Dancer (2 page)

Jade gasped when she felt a liquid fire racing through her body - straight down to the juncture between her legs, causing a strange, throbbing feeling. His stare felt as if he was touching her, keeping her imprisoned until she swiftly turned away. She managed to make Beth pull her tongue out of her new dance partner's mouth long enough to talk to her. "Who's that?" she asked, discreetly nodding in the direction of the stunning man.

Beth chuckled, elbowing her friend, who stopped making out with her fellow dancer, too. "Hey, Amber," she said. "Look who Jade has picked - from all of the men!"

Amber followed Beth's gaze and grinned, too. "Oh. Him."

"Him?" Jade said, breathlessly. "Do you know him?"

"Sure. Everybody knows him. His name is Alrik Larsson."

"Yup," Beth added. "The sex god from Sweden. He owns this club. All the women here want to get laid by him, that's for sure. He might be a great choice to deflower you - but I'm not sure if you can handle him, sweetie. He's a bit on the dark side, from what I've heard."

"Beth!" Jade cried. "He isn't my choice. I only asked."

"But he’s watching you," Amber remarked. "He’s undressing you with his eyes. It's clear that you’ve piqued his interest.

"And … what did you mean by 'he's a bit on the dark side'?" Jade asked as her heart started to pound faster. She had a sudden adrenaline rush. It was a feeling as if something was about to happen that couldn't be stopped once she had crossed a certain point. Amber was right. The blond giant locked his gaze with her whenever she looked at him, devilishly trying to seduce her with those amazing eyes.

Amber came nearer so she couldn't be overheard. "I know a girl who told me she'd had a short affair with him," she said in a low voice. "I still don't know if she was just bragging, but she sounded honest. She said that Alrik was an incredible lover. He did things to her she wouldn't ever have dreamed possible. She said that he liked to be the one in control, and that he could make love for hours; oh, and that she never had so many orgasms in her life."

Jade swallowed. "Maybe I’d better look for someone else."

"Don't worry, Jade. He was a perfect gentleman. My friend said that he never harmed her, and didn't do anything she didn't want herself. He seems to be very good at pleasuring a woman. This man could teach you a lot about sex, girl. Only problem was that she fell in love with him. When he realized that, he didn't see her again. She said that he gets cold as ice if a woman develops any feelings for him. Definitely not boyfriend material."

Jade narrowed her eyes and quickly looked over to the gorgeous Swede, trying to avoid his gaze. "Well, this sounds great! He might be just what I was looking for, after all," she murmured.

"Go girl!" Beth said. "You have to grab the opportunity."

"But … I've no idea what to say to him!" Jade said.

"You'll think of something," Beth answered. "Will you go now, 'cause if you don't, I'll shout out to all the men on the dance floor that you're looking for someone to take your virginity?"

"Oh Beth, you wouldn't!"

"Don't dare me, girl."

Jade took a deep breath.
You wanted this,
she thought.
Now go for it. Don't be such a coward. It's not a big deal. After this night, you'll never see this man again, anyway.

Straightening her back, she raised her chin and crossed the dance floor, going straight in his direction. But when she had passed the dancing crowd, he was gone. Frustrated, she leaned against the cool marble of the bar, closing her eyes for a moment. She felt so ridiculous right now. It just wasn't like her to be so forward. Why couldn't she just meet someone and fall hopelessly in love, instead of staying a virgin forever?

"Are you looking for someone?" a deep voice said, right over her shoulder.

Wincing, she turned and saw that the Swedish sex god was standing right behind her. Being so near to her, he was even more striking than from afar. She was taller than many men, but still her eyes were on a level with his chest. The height difference made her feel petite and feminine for once, a feeling she wasn't used to.  Slowly, she raised her head to look him in the face. Towering over her, he looked incredibly powerful, and undeniably male. His golden beauty was almost too seductive to look at. This was too much.

"I …," she breathed, swallowing. Then, unexpectedly, an idea came to her mind.

"I'm … an exotic dancer, and I'm here because of the job," Jade said. "I've heard you were looking for new dancers," she added, nodding towards one of the strippers on the pole.

He stared at her for a moment before smiling, a lopsided grin that made her heart flutter. "That's very interesting … because right now, I don't need any new dancers."

Well, then I might have heard wrong. Sorry," she said quickly, starting to turn around. This man was too much for her to handle, Beth had been right.

His big hand closed around the bare flesh of her arm. It was a gentle touch, yet she found herself unable to move. "Wait," he said, and his deep voice sent shivers down her spine. "Don't go. Actually, maybe I
could
use another dancer. Would you like to show me some moves?" He spoke perfect English, but with a melodic quality that only added to his exotic attraction. And heavens, he smelled so good.

A smoldering heat spread inside her belly, going straight down into her core. "Yes," she said. "I think I'd like to do that."

He led her to a back room with a private elevator. "Let's go up to my penthouse," he said. "I have a pole there. My name is Alrik, but you probably know that, if you came to apply for a job. What's your name, beauty?"

She didn't know why, but the endearment made her shiver with need. "Jade," she said, staring at him without even thinking about telling him her last name.

When he pressed the up button, Jade felt like running away for a moment.
This is it
, she thought.
It will really happen.
When the door slid open, she hesitated. This might be her last chance to leave. Besides, could she simply follow this man to his private rooms? She didn't know anything about him.

He had noticed the changed expression in her eyes and smiled. "There's nothing to fear, fair Jade. Don't look at me like I'm the big bad wolf who wants to eat you. I only want to see you dance and talk about a possible job - unless it's you who has other intentions?"

Jade didn't have the faintest idea what to answer to that, so she simply followed him into the elevator. With this step, she probably crossed the last boundary that kept her from staying in her innocent state. This man was a born seducer, and she was his willing prey. However, she wasn't naïve. There was no doubt about why he took her to his private rooms. Surely he had some kind of back room or office in the club which they could have used for a demonstration of her dancing skills?

They were playing a game with open cards, and she wanted him to win, although she shouldn't show it to him too plainly. He stood so close to her that she could feel the warmth of his body. He quickly typed in a code, then the elevator moved up to the 34th floor, as she noticed on the display.

Alrik's penthouse was furnished in subtle, tasteful luxury. They stood in a huge, open room that provided a 360-degree, breathtaking sight of the city. It was clearly a man's apartment. No curtains. Everything was black and white. There was a large living area with a giant flat screen and a large, comfortable leather couch, and beside it a built-in dancing pole that reached from the high ceiling down to the floor, which was covered with a thick white carpet. The largest bed she had ever seen - of all things, a curtained four-poster made of dark oak, dominated the other side of the room. It didn't seem to fit with the rest of the furnishings. Doors led to a kitchen, bathrooms and to an office.

"Nice flat," she said, feeling incredibly stupid. He simply laughed, shrugging. "I'd be as happy in a cabin in the forest. I'm not often at home anyway. Now would you like a drink before we begin?"

"Heck, yes," she murmured, feeling herself blushing. She hoped that he meant begin dancing, for now.

He went to a polished cupboard in one corner, busied himself there for a while and came back with a tulip-shaped glass, half-filled with a clear liquid.

Jade didn't even ask what it was, and downed the welcome drink in a single gulp. Instantly, the alcohol burnt her throat, and she winced, coughing. "What … the hell is that?" she croaked.

Alrik laughed, flashing perfect white teeth at her. "You shouldn't have drunk it so quickly. It's Aquavit, a traditional Swedish schnapps. It's similar to vodka."

Jade tried to regain her composure, and raised her chin, looking up into his smoldering eyes. For a moment, she thought he'd kiss her, for his gaze wandered over her face, lingering on her lips. "Dance for me," he said hoarsely.

*****

Chapter Two

Jade went over to the pole while Alrik sprawled on the couch, propped up on one elbow. His stormy grey eyes had adopted a predatory look as they followed her every move.

She dropped her handbag to the carpet before she grabbed the pole with both hands, moving around it slowly. Alrik seemed to like it, as his body seemed to tense. "Begin," he commanded. "But first you'll remove that enticing dress you wear. And let down your hair for me."

Slowly, she reached up into her hair and removed the pins, one after the other, until the bronze curls fell freely over her shoulders.

"Beautiful," he murmured. Jade was beginning to really like this. She undid the zipper of her dress and shrugged it down to the floor, stepping out of it and kicking it to the side with her stilettos.

"Damn," he said, when she revealed her long, athletic dancer's body. Dressed for the occasion, she wore tiny red lace panties with a fitting bra that pushed her breasts up and together. She had always been blessed with a nice pair of boobs, but she had never been happier about it than now, seeing the awed look on Alrik's face.

Slowly, she began to walk around the pole, giving him a good long look at her tiny waist and her well-rounded derriere. As a dancer, she didn't need to go to the gym to get a body like this. Although she had never taken pole-dancing lessons, her schooled eyes had studied the movements of the strippers when she had been on the dance floor earlier.

"Take off your bra," he said. "I want to see those glorious breasts of yours." Jade briefly closed her eyes. To her surprise, she wasn't frightened anymore. The hungry look on his face made her feel as if she was the one in control now. What the heck, she thought, and unfastened the hooks of her bra. She'd never had a problem with being nude. When she dropped the delicate piece of clothing, he shifted uncomfortably, and she could see a considerable bulge in his pants.

She stretched as far as she could up the pole, then grabbed the cold steel and leapt up, whirling down around the rod in circles until she landed, doing the splits. Then she slowly slid up again, arching her back and lifting her butt - it was well-rounded and tight, a welcome side effect of the dancing. She had no idea how to be seductive, so she just imitated the strippers she had seen before, hoping that it would get her his attention. Knowing that he watched her made her heart race. The lacey silk of her panties suddenly felt moist and tight.

Slowly, she spread her legs wider and wondered if he could see the wetness between her thighs, being exposed to his gaze. She ran a hand along her calf, then up her inner thigh. Her fingers grazed the delicate fabric of her thong.  Like a real exotic dancer, she had shaved off all her body hair before she had set out to lose her virginity tonight. She wondered if he liked the way she moved for him.

He did. Hearing Alrik's sharp intake of breath was more than exciting. Now she really started to enjoy herself.

"You said you wanted me to show you some moves?" she said, her voice deliberately innocent. "So … which moves exactly did you have in mind?" She lifted her breasts in her hands, pushing them up invitingly. Her thumbs stroked over her nipples until they hardened visibly. It was music to her ears when she heard his suppressed groan.

"Do you like the way I’ve danced so far?" she said, spreading her legs as wide as she could and arching against the pole.

Alrik had seen enough. He rose from the sofa, crossed the few steps to her and pulled her into his arms. His mouth came down on hers and claimed her. His kiss was very gentle at first, soft as the touch of a rose petal, but soon he put his hand around her neck and pulled her closer, urging her to open her lips for him. As his tongue slid into her mouth and started a slow, sensual game, she shivered against him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She had to stretch to kiss him, and felt incredibly fragile in his arms, but also safe. Her body was dripping wet by now, and she moaned when he shoved his muscular thigh between her legs so she could rub against him, needing more.

He kissed her deeper, compelling her with slow, masterful movements of his tongue, a sweet promise of what he could do to her when she yielded to him. Trembling, she clung to his strong body, fearing she'd faint if he stopped holding her up and against him. He buried his hands in her glossy mane, cradling her head while his tongue continued to tease her. She uttered soft sounds of pleasure when he sucked her full lower lip into his mouth, taking it between his teeth. All the time he uttered deep sounds of delight, making her feel like the best delicious treat he ever had. Cherished, worshipped, devoured. She'd never been kissed like this before.