The Male Stripper, page 1
The Male Stripper
Opal Carew
Her ultimate sexual fantasy brought to life…
While Becca's friends fantasize about multiple men and erotic situations, Becca longs for something more down to earth—a sizzling night with the male stripper she hired for her friend's bachelorette party.
Despite her friends' good-natured insistence that she go for it, Becca just doesn't know how to tell this super sexy man she wants to jump his bones.
But when he shows up at her door later that night—and with a hunky friend in tow—she decides she just can't let this opportunity slip away.
Volume 1 of the Red Hot Fantasies series
Praise for Opal's books
5 Stars!
"No one writes stories about erotic fantasies better than Opal Carew...
Kudos to Opal Carew for another well-written erotic romance. I look forward to where she takes us next."
Jennifer Porter, Romance Novel News
4.5 Stars!
"...there are a lot of twists to this roller coaster ride of a story... A scorcher of a read, I was unable to put this one down."
Sensual Reads
4.5 Kisses!
"another blazing hot romance not to be missed by erotic author Opal Carew. Once I started this book, I just couldn’t put it down... [her] erotic story-writing talent shines through... one wild ride of a book that just whets my appetite for more erotic romance by Opal Carew!"
Victoria, TwoLips Reviews"
4.5 Blue Ribbons!
"a blazing hot erotic romp... A fabulously fun and stupendously steamy read for a cold winter's night. This one's so hot, you might need to wear oven mitts while you're reading it!"
Romance Junkies
4 Cups!
"There is little chance of reading anything more sexually stimulating than a book by Opal Carew."
Lototy, Coffee Time Romance & More"…a keeper on my shelf."
"Opal Carew is a genius at spinning the most erotic stories by tapping into forbidden fantasies and visiting emotions that bring the characters literally to their knees. A steamy-hot read! WOW!"
Mandy Burns, Fresh Fiction
"Be prepared for an all out sensual feast.... The sex is creative, detailed, and sizzling.... Step outside of the ordinary for something adventuresome…."
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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this story are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
The Male Stripper
Copyright © 2011 by Opal Carew
All Rights Are Reserved.
No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
First edition: December 2011
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The Male Stripper
Opal Carew
Dedication
This is for Star
"Right there. That’s my fantasy. In the flesh." Becca’s gaze glided across the man’s broad shoulders to his open shirt, revealing a solid chest and sinfully tight abs.
"Mmm. In the flesh is right." Sylvia grinned. "At least he will be soon."
He pivoted his pelvis, and teased the eighteen women in Becca’s living room by unfastening the button on his tight black pants.
He strutted to Celia, the bride-to-be, with a big smile on his face, gyrated his hips, then slid his fingers to the tab of his zipper and tugged it down a little.
Lucky Celia sat front and center, while Becca sat on a foldout chair behind the couch along with Jan, Sylvia and Kalie. Heat thrummed through her at the thought that she would soon see Cal’s undoubtedly long, thick, and probably extremely hard cock. She drew in a deep breath as he lowered the zipper even more.
God, she’d been thinking dirty thoughts about this sexy, gorgeous man—Cal—ever since she’d hired him for Celia’s bachelorette party.
Becca noticed Jan’s cheeks flushing pink as his zipper parted, revealing a trail of dark hair from his navel to the band of his black briefs.
"So, Jan, what’s your sexual fantasy?" Kalie asked.
Sylvia had brought up the topic just before the sexy male stripper had appeared.
"Oh, uh…" Jan dragged her gaze away from the gorgeous hunk stripping for their enjoyment. "I don’t really know."
"Come on, you must have thought about it."
Her cheeks flushed a little darker. "Well, I… uh… sometimes think about, you know, doing it with a stranger."
"You mean like a one-night-stand?" Kalie asked.
"No, I mean, it’s dark, or I have a blindfold on so I can’t see his face. I can just… feel him."
"Oh, that’s sexy," Kalie said.
"And kind of kinky." Sylvia smiled at Jan’s deepening blush. "I bet you’re tied up, too, right?"
Becca smiled at Jan’s nervous giggle. Since Jan found it hard to talk to men, having hot sex with an anonymous stranger made sense.
"What about you, Sylvia?" Becca asked, knowing her actress friend would definitely have something fun and unusual.
Sylvia took a sip of her drink. "I just finished reading this book where a woman is indebted to these business partners and has to become their sex slave." She grinned. "I think that’s incredibly hot."
"Nice," Becca said. "Being a sex slave to two guys."
Sylvia’s grin broadened. "I didn’t say two."
Kalie’s eyebrows arched. "You said partners."
"That’s right. In the book there were three, but I think four would be more fun."
Becca laughed. That was Sylvia. "So Jan wants a stranger, and Sylvia wants to be a sex slave… for four guys."
"And you want the stripper," Sylvia chimed in.
Becca’s gaze returned to the god-like man as his shirt slipped to the floor. "Yep."
He was absolutely gorgeous, and a really nice guy, too, with none of the arrogance that often accompanied a man who was good-looking and knew it, especially when he used that asset as part of his livelihood. Cal was actually doing this job to work his way through grad school.
Damn, what was hotter than a sexy, intelligent, nice man?
"What about you, Kalie?" Jan asked.
"Well, unlike Sylvia, I’d be happy with just two men… but I’d like them to kidnap me and take me,"—Kalie gestured with air-quotes—"against my will."
"Mmm." Sylvia sighed. "I’m getting hot just thinking about that."
So was Becca. Her gaze shifted back to the handsome stud currently standing in front of Celia, rocking his pelvis forward and back as he slowly lowered his pants. She couldn’t help imagining him holding her against the wall, her wrists pinned above her head. Her breasts swelled and her hard nipples pressed against the lace of her bra. She watched in fascination as he shed his tight black pants, her gaze locking on the large bulge outlined by his black briefs.
Celia giggled as he turned in a circle in front of her, his hips gyrating, then he faced her again and glided his thumbs under his briefs and eased them down, first one hip, then the other. The fabric clung to his shaft, keeping it hidden from view, but Becca knew that every woman in the room stared at it, breath held in anticipation.
He slid one finger toward his shaft. As he pulled the fabric forward, Becca wished she were alone in the room with him, that it was her instead of Celia sitting right in front of him with a world-class view.
Then he tugged the fabric down, revealing his huge, thick shaft, bulging veins lining the side of his magnificent cock. Oh, God, if she were Celia right now, she’d have trouble not reaching forward and stroking it, then devouring it. She could imagine the solid flesh stretching her mouth as she wrapped her lips around it.
Sylvia nudged Becca’s shoulder and she tore her gaze away.
"My God, woman. He is sinfully hot." Sylvia’s heated gaze was locked on his big member. "Wherever you found him, make sure you keep the address. No wonder he’s your fantasy."
Becca just nodded.
Sylvia nudged her again. "So, when you interviewed him, did you get to see the goods?"
Now it was Becca’s turn to blush. "Um… no."
It had been a very business-like interview, where she’d asked about his experience and references. She was an event planner, after all, and although she had arranged this party as Celia’s friend, this kind of thing was a business for her. Not that she’d ever hired a stripper before. Usually, she set up charity events or anniversary parties. That kind of thing.
"Too bad." Kalie grinned.
As he undulated his hot body in front of Celia, then turned around and swayed his fine, hard ass in front of her, Becca felt her insides melt with need.
Sylvia nudged her again. "You know, there’s no reason you couldn’t live out your fantasy. The fantasies the rest of us have aren’t likely to happen, but yours is right there in front of you. Go for it."
* * *
Becca still thought about Sylvia’s words as she carried a tray of glasses into the kitchen and set it on the counter. Cal was in her spare room getting dressed. Soon he would be on his way.
"I’m ready to go."
Becca turned to see Cal standing in the kitchen doorway—all six feet two muscular inches of him—and her heart thundered.
"I hope you and your friends enjoyed the show." He smiled and stepped into the room.
"O h, yes. Celia, the bride-to-be, especially seemed to enjoy it."
"And you?"
Her gaze flew to his face and his sexy brown eyes which twinkled at her. Had he noticed her ogling him? Of course, every woman in the room had been ogling him. She was quite sure every woman in every room he performed in ogled him. Still, she stammered when she said, "Me?"
He stepped closer and she felt tremors quiver through her as her hormone kicked up a notch.
"I hope you were satisfied with my performance."
Of course, he would be hoping she would use him for future events, and that she would recommend him to other event planners. This was his business.
And she still needed to pay him.
"Yes, you were great. Please feel free to use me as a reference." She grabbed her purse from the table, took out her check book, and wrote him a check. "Thanks again."
"Thank you." He smiled and tucked the check into his pants pocket. They were so tight she wondered how he could even fit his hand into that pocket.
He walked into the dining room and she followed, watching his tight butt as he moved.
"Do you need a hand cleaning up?" he asked.
"Um… I wouldn’t want to keep you."
Was he hoping she would invite him to stay for more than clean up detail?
Yeah, she wished!
But if she did take him up on his offer, maybe it would lead to her fantasy coming true.
"No problem," he said. "I have a half hour before I need to be anywhere, but I can get a lot done in that time."
A half hour? Damn. That wasn’t nearly enough time for what she hoped would happen. He’d probably just meant cleaning up, but if he’d meant more, she wasn’t interested in a speed session.
"No, that’s okay. I’ll be fine, thanks."
He nodded. "Okay, I guess I’ll be on my way."
* * *
An hour later, she stretched out on the couch with a glass of wine in her hand and grabbed the TV remote. It was late, but she needed to unwind a little before going to bed.
A tap sounded at her front door. Her heart raced as she wondered who would be at her door at two a.m.? She walked to the foyer and peered through the side window.
Cal stood on her porch.
She relaxed and opened the door.
"Hi," he said. "Sorry to disturb you so late, but I saw your lights were on."
"That’s okay. What’s up?" she asked.
He tugged something from his pocket and held it out to her. She glanced at the paper he presented and realized it was the check she’d given him.
"You forgot to sign it. I just thought, while I was still in the neighborhood, I’d drop by. That would save mailing back and forth."
"Oh, I’m so sorry about that. Of course, come on in and I’ll get a pen."
She walked to the desk in her living room and grabbed one of the pens from the slender black mug she used as a pen holder. She signed the check and turned around to find him standing right behind her, all tall, sexy and smiling at her. Her knees felt weak and she almost grabbed his big, broad shoulders for support.
She handed him the check and when his fingers brushed hers, electricity singed through her. Their gazes locked and her breath caught. His dark brown eyes flickered with interest and heat blazed through her. Did he feel the same sizzling attraction to her that she felt toward him, or was it just her imagination?
The moment lingered between them as they seemed drawn together by an invisible magnet. She found herself tipping up her face, her lips tingling in anticipation. He seemed to be closing in for a kiss, but hesitated.
Of course, this was a business situation and he wouldn’t want to cross a line. And she shouldn’t either.
But Sylvia’s words glided through her mind. There’s no reason you couldn’t live out your fantasy.
She wanted him, and judging from the gleam in his eyes, there was a good chance he was interested in her, too. Why not take the chance? What did she have to lose?
Other than the embarrassment of being turned down.
Just take the chance.
She drew in a breath. "Um… would you like to stay for a glass of wine?" She gestured toward the half-full bottle sitting on the coffee table. "It was opened during the party and I’d hate to waste it."
Smooth move. Ask him to stay for dregs of wine that I’ll throw out otherwise.
"I… look am I reading this correctly?" he asked. "You are a really attractive woman and I’m definitely interested, but I don’t want to assume…"
She stepped closer and cupped his cheeks, then drew his face down to hers. As soon as their lips met, an explosion of heat seared her senses. Oh, God, as his tongue dipped into her mouth, her whole body sizzled with electricity. His arms came around her and crushed her against his body, her hard nipples driving into his solid chest. A long, hard bulge pressed against her stomach, leaving her in no doubt about how much he wanted her.
Then he released her, and his hot, chocolate eyes stared into hers.
"Oh, God, you have no idea how much I want to stay right now."
"Then why don’t you?"
"Damn it, my friend’s waiting in the car."
The words stunned her like a splash of cold water.
"A girlfriend?" she uttered before her brain could sensor the words.
"What? No, nothing like that. It’s my room-mate. We have classes together and he’s a stripper, too. He had a job in this area tonight, so we’re driving home together.
Another guy who would be just as hot as Cal. God, two of them.
She remembered Kalie mentioning her fantasy was to be with two guys. And Sylvia wanted four. Becca drew in a deep breath as heat washed through her. Maybe her fantasy was about to get twice as hot as she’d imagined.
"Well, why don’t you invite him in, too?"
He blinked. "Well, that’ll cramp our style a little, won’t it?"
She smiled wickedly. "It doesn’t have to." Man, she couldn’t believe how bold she was being.
"Becca, I really don’t want to make assumptions."
She took his hands and guided his arms around her waist, then kissed him again. His lips were pure ambrosia.
"Look, normally I’d never do something like this," she said, "but ever since I met you, I’ve been wishing something would happen between us. The attraction we share is… explosive and I’d really like to explore that."
He pulled her tighter against his hard body and devoured her lips with another scorching kiss. "Me, too, but that doesn’t mean you need to entertain Don. I could always come back tomorrow."
She stroked a finger down his chest and grinned. "Well, I figure if I’m going to go wild and live out my fantasy of being with a hot, sexy stripper, why not go all the way and be with two? Especially when the opportunity so conveniently presents itself." She eased back. "Unless you’re not into it."
Oh, God, was she being an idiot? She didn’t want him to think he wasn’t special.
"I mean, I really want to be with you. Inviting your friend is just because I think it will make it even more exciting. If you’d rather we wait…"
"Are you kidding? The thought of being with you is driving me insane with need, and the thought of watching you with Don too, is"—he captured her lips again, sending her temperature rising—"intensely fucking hot."
She wrapped her arms around his neck, thrilled to be pressed tight to his hot, hard body, then thrust her tongue into the hot depths of his mouth. He tasted of coffee with a hint of cinnamon. His growing erection pressed against her, hard and ready.
