Undercover Attraction, page 3
He watched her take a huge gulp of her drink and supposed she was trying to drown out the effects he was causing. He wished he could drown out what she was doing to him, but unfortunately, he had to stay alert, despite his aching cock.
He did find out it was Jenna’s birthday, and decided to incorporate that into one of his dances, mainly so he could get close to her, try to seduce her.
“You know, we have a gift for you,” Jacob said. They always kept little gift bags of goodies for those women who come in celebrating their birthdays and bachelorette parties. “I will bring it to you before you all leave, but for now I must visit with the others.”
Jenna felt a pang of jealousy, even though she knew she had no reason to. He was a stripper, for God’s sake, so she knew he had to mingle and touch on other women.
Within moments, she saw him leading a woman towards the side door, no doubt heading into a personal room for a lap dance. His eyes rested on hers the entire time he walked past her, burning a hole into her, sending her a silent invitation.
“You are eating him up, honey.” Jenna opened her mouth to deny what Shea was saying, but her sister held up her hand, cutting her off.
“Don’t deny it. We all know the look, sis, and you got it.”
“What look? I don’t have a look,” she told them all, which got a huge round of laughs.
Amy put her arm around her, “You know… The Look. The ‘I-need-to-be-groped-kissed-possibly-spanked-but-most-definitely-fucked-by-you’ look. You were so giving him the look.”
“I was not. You are all out of your minds.”
“Nope, but the good news is that he was giving you the look right back. I bet he wants to be your birthday present.” This from Mackenzie.
“So what? He's a stripper, and I think all of you have fallen off a turnip truck.” She took another long swig of her fruity drink.
Amy couldn’t let the issue drop. “You need a man, one for the night anyway, just for fun, no strings attached. You are both attracted to one another, so why not have a lap dance, then go from there? I may take the hot little doctor home with me, if his lap dance proves promising.”
“Amy! You wouldn’t.”
Amy just smiled at her with that evil glint in her eye, which meant she was considering her options.
The current dancer dipped and threw himself against the pole, practically wrapping his scantily clad package around it. Shea screamed and began digging into her little clutch for some bills.
Jenna watched as she walked to the stage, letting the dancer pull the scrap of money from her low-cut bra. He kissed her on the lips and she walked back to them in a daze.
Shea sat with a huff, simply saying “Oh. My. God. He’s mine.” Her eyes were glued to him as he finished up with his music and walked off stage.
Jenna just laughed, “You girls have issues.”
Mackenzie leaned over. “You mean you aren’t horny as hell and wanting a good time? If not, you have the issues, hun. I am about to get my lap dance either way.”
A really young dancer walked over to them, the first out earlier tonight. He looked only about eighteen, but he had moves. He politely asked if they wanted refills, and they all declined.
“I want a private dance, though, sweetie.” Mackenzie piped in.
He grabbed her hand and led her towards where the soldier had disappeared with his woman.
Grrr. No not his woman. A woman. And haven’t they been back there forever? Jenna stamped down the jealousy again.
A new dancer jumped on stage, easily going into the rhythm of the music. She finished off her drink, feeling the alcohol take her over. Yeah, she was good and drunk now, watching everything as if it were surreal.
Shea’s dancer came out into the crowd, and she motioned him over before he could go anywhere else.
“Hey, no fair. I wanted him, too.” Taylor said to Shea, swatting her arm over Amy and Jenna.
Shea smiled over at Taylor. “Why don’t we see if we can both go?” Taylor nodded with a big smile on her face.
They talked for a moment with the new guy then he led both Taylor and Shea to the back.
Good Lord, Jenna thought, everyone wants a piece of these strippers.
She looked over in time to see the woman her soldier had taken back- Whoa! Her soldier? Where had that come from?- walk from the little corridor to take her seat again. She looked flushed, and well, hot. The woman fanned herself with her hand and began telling her girlfriends about the experience.
Well, where was Soldier Boy- what’s his name? Jacob?- He had yet to come out.
“Uh huh. You want him,” Amy said, dragging Jenna’s eyes from the spot where he had disappeared.
“So, what if I do? It’s not like there is anything I can do about it.”
“Yeah, there is. You are just too scared to go for something you want this badly.”
“Am not. He’s just a stranger, that’s all.”
“Jenna, all men are strangers until you get to know them.” Amy patted her hand. “I think you deserve one night where you don’t have to worry about giving anything. Just let him show you that you are still human. I promise, you will feel much better tomorrow, but it is up to you to take the first step towards what you want.” Sometimes Jenna thought Amy was too wise for her own good.
Jenna worried her lip for few moments, letting her drunken brain comprehend what Amy had been saying. Basically, she should try to seduce her soldier because she wanted him.
Mind made up, she went to the restroom to check her makeup. Granted she was slightly wobbly now that her legs had been filled with rubber, but she wasn’t falling over drunk. Yet.
She did her duties in the nice restroom and hurried back to her sister, who was ordering another set of drinks.
She’s trying to kill me, Jenna thought to herself, trying to remember how many drinks she had drank tonight. Unfortunately, she couldn’t quite count them, her mind was too fuzzy.
She sat back down, well, more like plopped down, once again scanning around for her hot stripper. He still wasn’t out yet.
She looked over at Amy, who was pulling bills from her wallet to pay for their drinks. The waiter/dancer shook his head, “They are on the house, compliments of Jacob. He said to get you ladies whatever you want tonight.”
Amy gave him a tip anyway and graciously thanked him, then looked over at Jenna. “Honey, if you don’t give him some to thank him, I will.”
Jenna smiled at her sister, “Back off. I have resolved myself to my fate. At least for tonight anyway.”
A huge smile split her sister’s face. “Thank God. I thought you would never get any and become an old spinster lady with fifty cats and spider webs that a gynecologist couldn't clean out. At least this is a good first step.”
Jenna didn’t bother to answer her; instead, her hot soldier came out from the opposite side, apparently having gone all the way around behind the stage. And he was ignoring the other women, making a line straight to her.
Jacob had gone to the back after lap dancing for his customer. First off, his mind just wasn’t in the dance this time, he kept thinking about Jenna, wondering how he would get her back there to himself for few minutes. His body was already acting on its own, disobeying his command to not get all hot and bothered before his next set.
He had gotten her birthday package, which he knew for a fact held some sort of love kit, condoms, and a stuffed bear with ‘Happy Birthday’ across its chest.
Candy had the same gift for the bachelorettes, substituting the birthday bear with a little bridal bear.
He carried the gift bag over to the girls, handing it to Jenna and then taking a seat next to her, once again putting his arm round her.
Amy leaned up so she could thank him for the drinks.
His response was “My pleasure” but his eyes were glued to Jenna.
“Are you ladies staying for my next two routines?” he asked them, not wanting Jenna to slip between his fingers before he could sate his curiosity.
“Oh yeah,” Jenna said, then quickly flushed when she realized she had spoken aloud. Stupid alcohol.
“Great. I am up again in about five minutes, so I should get to the back to change. Enjoy the show, and I will be back shortly.” Up again? If only they knew, Jacob thought.
He usually didn’t have a massive hard-on until his third set, but it was becoming impossible to keep his dick from twitching every time he looked at Jenna.
He couldn’t even keep his mind on looking for the drug deals he knew would happen tonight. All he could think about was her. Those luscious lips that could wrap him in bliss, those long legs that could hug his hips as he thrust into her.
Yeah, he was definitely in trouble here. Especially since his blood had deserted his brain much earlier than any of the previous nights.
Jacob went to the back and began preparing for his next routine. The fireman. This was dumb. He wanted to get to his last routine, the cop. He knew he could then get out of this place for some peace and quiet, or hopefully, some naughty sex with Jenna.
His music cued up again, and he swore if he never heard that damn country song “I’m your fireman” again, it would be too soon.
He danced for Jenna. All the others faded into the background. His eyes came to rest on her each time he looked out.
And Jenna’s eyes were locked on him.
She was watching him watch her. And he was turning her on. Her clit throbbed against the silkiness of her thong, and she craved to have him licking that part of her. Her heart had started an insane rhythm when he jerked his pants off, revealing his “hose” already long and filled in his flame thong.
Women once again littered the front of the stage, but every time he ducked into one of their cleavages, his hot eyes remained glued to hers, beckoning her to come to him up there.
She decided to take his challenge, reaching for her little clutch, and pulling out a ten. Of course she was nervous, but the alcohol in her blood wouldn’t let her back down. She walked up to the stage, waiting her turn behind the throng of women who wanted a piece of him.
His eyes still remained on her, a smile on his face when he realized she was coming to him.
And then there she was, in front of him, offering him money he didn’t want but would take just to touch her.
She was nervous. She knew he could tell, but all thought fled her mind when he touched her.
He bent her backwards over the edge of the stage, her feet on the floor, her head between his legs where he knelt above her. Her little top rode up above her belly button, giving him an eyeful of sexy flesh he then wanted to taste.
He guided the bill down, down, having her tuck it low in the waistband of her jeans.
Jenna had an eyeful of man-parts from her perspective. He grinned down at her, his eyes glittering with lusty intent, as he slowly began to lick and nibble from her neck down, slowly climbing down her body until his cock was positioned directly above her face.
Her breaths became pants, little bursts of air that seared his cock right through the thin fabric of his g-string.
He groaned, his mouth slowly teasing her below her breasts. He leaned lower, licking a line down her belly, feeling her smooth skin tense with each brush.
God she was so hot. She was burning him. Her breath got hotter and hotter the lower he went, bringing him closer to her face, making him swell with each breath she panted out against him.
He dipped his tongue under her waistband, making her moan, sending thrilling vibrations throughout his engorged dick. He bit her gently on her lower belly, a promise that this wasn’t over, and swooped in to take the money with his teeth.
He helped her stand back up, her eyes as lust filled as his surely were, and planted a kiss on her full lips. She walked back to her seat stunned, and sat back in her designated spot.
Shea, Mackenzie, and Taylor were back, and all of them gave her loud whoops and cat calls.
Amy laughed at her. “Oh. My. God. That was like watching live porn.”
Jenna sighed at her sister. “I just might take him home. That was amazing.”
Her sister just gave her the ‘I told ya so’ look with a raised eyebrow.
The hottie that had caught Mackenzie’s attention came back carrying a tray of drinks, handing one to each of the girls.
Jenna began sipping on hers absentmindedly to cool her overheated body as she watched the remainder of the routine.
It was rather awe inspiring. He even turned the 'Happy Birthday' song into an erotic, sensual dance that made her wonder if he could move like that horizontally. No one should be able to undulate and gyrate their bodies like that. It defied physics. It definitely had to be a crime in some states.
It was also very evident that the other women appreciated his moves, if the yells and whoops were any indication. Jenna was almost tempted to stand up and yell “He’s mine, so back off” to all the other female patrons ogling his buff body. But of course, she couldn’t do that.
His set ended and Jacob quickly cleared the stage, pulling on his pants once he stepped off. He wanted to get back out to Jenna as soon as he could. He went to the bar first, grabbing the bottle of water Candy held out to him then went to the sofa where Jenna sat with her buddies.
“That was the best thing I have ever seen. Where did you learn your moves?” The woman sitting directly to Jenna’s left asked. Amy, the sister, he told himself again, just to remember her name.
“I can’t tell all my secrets. The next one is even better, though,” he said. They all squished together to make room for him, between Jenna and her sister. “Would any of you like another drink?” he asked as he watched Jenna drain her glass.
“Yes, please, except for Mac, she’s DD tonight,” Amy said.
He held up his hand to signal the bar, and Drake, one of the younger strippers-slash-bartenders hurried over, asking what they would like.
“Surprise us,” was Amy’s answer.
Jacob crooked his finger at Drake, and whispered something in his ear; the bartender nodded and ran off to do his bidding.
Jacob rested his arm along the back of the sofa, caressing Jenna’s bare arm. He noticed a few women trying to catch his attention for lap dances, but there was only one person he wanted to rub against tonight, so he ignored all others. They would just get another dancer anyway, so no harm done.
“Where are you all from?” He was trying to make small talk to keep his mind from thinking about how soft her skin was. Already he could feel the inevitable hard-on stirring again, just from being in her proximity.
“Boulder City for me, the university for all of them,” Jenna said, looking directly at him as she answered. He had the darkest eyes she had ever seen on a man. Dark gray with silver flecks, intense, intelligent.
Jacob could drown in hers. Those green depths held a lot more than intelligence. She had a way of looking directly at him, as if she was trying to judge his soul by staring into his eyes. Most of the other women he knew had shifty glances, shielding their eyes, avoiding his when they spoke, but Jenna didn't. She had a direct stare, as if she wasn't afraid of anything.
Their drinks arrived, breaking the spell and Drake handed them all out to the girls.
“What is it?” Amy asked as she took hers.
Drake smiled, “Sex on the Beach for you two,” Amy’s and Taylor’s. “A Buttery Nipple for her,” he handed Shea one, “virgin Blow Job for you”, Mackenzie’s, “and a Wet Pussy for you,” and he handed it to Jenna, who was fairly red in the face.
“Oh, my, it’s like an orgy!” Amy said, laughing. “Drink it Jenna, don’t just look at it.”
“I’m almost scared of the results.” But she drank it anyway, allowing the fruity concoction to dance on her tongue for a few minutes, the alcohol in her blood allowing a pool of wetness to gather between her thighs. Of course the sexy individual next to her was helping matters along by rubbing his hand along her arm, creating a trail of tingles.
There was more than just an answering call of desire floating in Jacob’s veins. He wanted Jenna with more than he could possess. He wanted to claim her, to make her know forever that she was heating his blood, to mark his name on her soul.
He could feel her body answering his call, her arm breaking out in goose bumps where he rubbed, her thighs spreading a bit to allow her leg to rest along his.
She was shaking her head vehemently at something her sister whispered to her. Amy leaned forward to speak over Jenna to him.
“Jenna wants a lap dance but is too chicken-shit to ask.”
“Amy!” Jenna cried, covering her flaming face with one hand.
He smiled to himself. He had known that he would have had to instigate getting her alone, but her sister was absolutely a saint, and he wasn’t about to miss his chance.
“I thought she would never ask.” He heard her groan as she lifted her glass and downed the rest of her rather stout drink, handing the empty glass to her sister.
Chapter 3.
Jacob pulled her to her feet, smiling at the expression on her face that said she just wanted to die. He almost laughed as she mouthed 'You're so gonna die' to her sister and friends as he led her away. She followed him reluctantly, her mouth dropping open when she stepped into the private rooms that served the purpose of seduction.
There was a lush blue love seat along one wall with plump matching pillows piled on it. Across the tiny room was a small table that held an iPod dock. Thick, lush carpet covered the floor, swirling in patterns of brilliant green and blue. The doorway was covered with a thick curtain of blues and greens that made her head feel as if it were swimming in a sea of sensuality. Jenna thought that it looked like a porn star’s playhouse, if ever one existed.
And with this man so close to her, she definitely felt like a porn star. She didn’t know if it was the alcohol making her want to molest this man, or if the attraction was due to her too lengthy celibacy. Either way, her fingers curled with the desire to caress his smooth tanned flesh, to see if all those muscles were as hard as they looked.
