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slid his aroused, satin-encased cock between her thighs. Her dress hiked up close to her hips to accommodate him, a sight anyone near could notice. But all attention focused on the stage, giving Lisa a false sense of security. She moaned and wiggled but didn’t resist his invasion. Instead she arched into his lunging strokes, craving deeper contact. Temptation ruled. No one cared what she was doing. And it felt so good. So very, very good after such a long, long time.
     
    Safe sin.
     
    Then he spun around, bending over so his taut ripe ass flashed in her face again. She’d always thought of herself as more of a chest woman but the man had a luscious, mouthwatering ass. Something to be appreciated by a connoisseur. She was so focused on his assets that his next move surprised her.
     
    He took her foot, slipping off her shoe as he raised her leg. Once her hose-smooth leg straightened, he straddled it. His body slid down her calf, stopping only when his cock grazed her toes. Gently, he rubbed his hard length across the tips as he firmly massaged the arch of her foot.
     
    Lisa moaned and twitched. Never had she imagined that her feet could be an erogenous zone. She’d never really thought about her feet much one way or the other. She didn’t understand the whole designer footwear fascination. Shoes were shoes. Now she’d be lucky if she didn’t have an orgasm walking down the street in a good pair of heels.
     
    When the stripper put her foot back down, she expected him to stand and face her again. She was wrong. He did turn and face her, but he didn’t stand. Instead he crawled forward on the floor, between her legs, a hungry predator stalking his meal. He ran his hands along her silk-covered thighs as his chest forced her legs to spread even farther.
     
    Closer and closer he crawled. Closer and closer to that one part of her body that wept for attention. Bound behind nylon and silk her clit throbbed almost painfully, aching and begging for promised attention. Her pouty, tingling pussy ached to be filled.
     
    Her eyes rolled back and she scooted down in her chair. She rolled and swayed her hips, thrusting against him in invitation. Closer, she had to get closer. A groan sounded but she couldn’t tell if it was her voice or his. All she knew was that she wanted more, needed more. More contact, more pressure. Just a little bit to push her over the glorious, back-bending edge. With the exception of the pulsing, musical beat her surroundings faded. No one and nothing existed but the man kneeling in front of her, offering his service, worshiping her body with his own.
     
    Only when he gave a mournful sigh and rolled back to his feet did reality intrude once more. No more contact. She wanted to cry out and pull him back into her arms. Her hands started grabbing for him.
     
    The MC came on over the speakers, announcing another round of pay dances on stage. The lucky girls whose names were called rushed for the stairs.
     
    The stripper gave a sad smile, regret etched in his face, and reached down to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I wish I could stay with you longer, lovely, but I’m up on stage this round.”
     
    Lisa gave a weak laugh and straightened up in her chair. She ran a hand down her dress, smoothing out real and imagined wrinkles. “I’m sure you say that to all the girls,” she quipped, trying to make light of the deep and frighteningly powerful feelings still surging through her body. “Must be good for tips. Not that you need any help in that department.”
     
    The stripper frowned, the grim expression seeming out of place on his happy, boyish face. “I’ll take that as a compliment, even if you’re wrong.”
     
    Lisa raised an eyebrow but he didn’t expand right away. He headed for the stage, turning back only once. “I don’t say that to all the girls,” he tossed over his shoulder.

 
    Chapter Four
     
     
     
    Arctic wind whipped through the barren, bleak landscape. The