Stronger With Her (10 page)

“Will you have dinner with me?” he asks, interrupting me. I can’t get over how vulnerable he looks right now.

“Yes, I will, when I finish out what I’m here to do.” There’s nothing I’d like more than to spend time with this man.

“Thursday then. We’ll have dinner on Thursday,” he says as he stands. I mirror his action. He takes a step toward me and I think he’s going to kiss me. I close my eyes and take in his scent; something spicy and incredibly sexy. When nothing happens I peek out from under my lashes and James hasn’t moved. I’m so embarrassed that I take a small step backward to get some breathing room. Unfortunately my heel hits the chair and throws me off balance. I start to fall to the side but I don’t ever hit the floor. James has his arms around me, saving me from further humiliation.

“Sorry,” I stutter as I try to get back to my feet. He doesn’t let me go and if I’m honest with myself, I don’t want him to.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispers as he leans down. I can feel his breath on my lips and I know what he’s about to do. I part my lips slightly in anticipation, knowing that one kiss just isn’t going to be enough.

“James, you have a call on line two,” Simone’s voice comes through the speaker phone, breaking the spell. James pulls me to my feet and we both step away from each other.

“I’ll get it in a second,” James says loudly. I straighten my clothes and walk away, leaving the office without looking back.

I
t takes several seconds to get my breathing and my cock under control.
What the fuck was I thinking?

“James, are you going to answer the call or do you want me to take a message?” Simone’s voice comes through the speaker again.

“I got it, thanks,” I say as I pick up the receiver. “James Owens.”

“Mr. Owens, this is Shara Johnson with the DOD. I’m calling to check on the contract we have pending with your company.”

“Yes, we’re almost done with the upgrades to our computer security. Our specialist anticipates having everything up to the contract specifications by Thursday of next week. I believe that gives us an additional seven days for your people to do their tests.” I’m trying to do the math in my head and make sure that I’m right about the days.

“You’re correct. I’m glad to hear that things are still on schedule. Please contact me when you’re ready to proceed. I look forward to your call. Good day, Mr. Owens.”

She hangs up before I can answer her. Why can’t all government people be that efficient?

When I open my laptop I remember what I was doing when Stephanie first walked into my office. I’ve got The Shady Sprocket’s website pulled up. I have been hoping that Vixen will be working again soon, but I’m starting to wonder if it’s worth it. It seemed easier than pining after a woman I didn’t think I could have. Though things may be working out in my favor now. Replaying the almost kiss has my dick responding, something that’s still foreign to me.

I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. It’s a text from Paul.

Dude, she’s dancing on Saturday. You in?

I really need to give it up. Stephanie is real, not a fantasy. She’s brilliant, beautiful, and has accepted my invitation for a date. It would be really fucking stupid to risk all of that to see a woman I’ll never have take her clothes off for a bunch of strangers.

Hell yes. Meet you at 8?

What the fuck am I doing? I need to back out. This is stupid, but then I remember her striking blue eyes, that amazing figure, plump breasts, and legs that would be perfect wrapped around my waist. I can’t believe that I want two women this much. I’ve been celibate so long that I figured this part of me was dead too.

See you there.

The text pulls me out of my head. I’m probably going to Hell for it, but I tell myself I only need one more dance. I just need to see her one more time and finally get her out of my system. I won’t go back after Saturday.
Yeah, right.

Present day

I
t’s Saturday night and I’m doing shots with Paul at The Shady Sprocket. I don’t really like tequila, but I’m determined to have a good time. I checked the Sprocket’s Facebook page just to be sure Paul was right, and it showed that Vixen is dancing tonight. I can’t get her off my mind and it’s starting to really piss me off. Hopefully seeing her again tonight will end this madness once and for all.

I watch impatiently as a lot of dancers come and go from the main stage. This isn’t the classiest place and most of the women look like they’ve been rode hard and put away wet. I realize that it’s a living and they are making a choice, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it. I put in an order with our waitress for another round of shots when the announcement I’ve been waiting for comes over the speakers.

“Now on stage is the lovely Chastity and next up will be our very own Vixen. Get ready folks, it’s about to get hotter in here!”

My heart rate spikes when I hear her name. What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m never this worked up over a woman. In fact, I’ve pretty much sworn off them. I can’t take another brutal hit like the last time. But this pull is undeniable and I’m powerless to resist it.

The bouncers take the stage when the last dancer leaves, wiping down the pole and cleaning the floor. It’s obvious that they treat Vixen much better than the other girls. By the size of the crowd, I’m guessing that she brings in a lot of business for the club. The lights dim, the first guitar riff of “Pour Some Sugar on Me” starts, and the crowd is on their feet, all vying for a spot by the stage. Thankfully my height works to my advantage and I don’t have to clamor to be right up front.

The first thing I see when she comes out from behind the curtain is her shoes. Tonight she’s wearing fuck me red platform heels that make her legs look a mile long. I take my time working my eyes up her body, admiring each part that I see. Her calves are toned and her thighs are tight. She has on a sparkling red thong that doesn’t leave much to the imagination, just enough to make a guy wonder. Her belly button is pierced and there’s a bunch of jewels hanging from it. I keep perusing upward to her spectacular breasts. There’s more than a handful there and I’d love to find out how much I can pull into my mouth. She’s got them covered with a tiny top that matches her thong, but I know that won’t be there very long.

She spins around and shows us her back, that ass is luscious. I can picture myself kissing, licking, and biting that flesh while she writhes around underneath me. She’ll spread her legs and let me take my tongue where she wants it the most. My cock is now straining against my zipper, trying to get a peek for himself. I adjust things a little to try and lessen the pain but it doesn’t do much good. Vixen starts to sway to the music, dancing backward toward the pole. She does something that makes her ass wiggle and the crowd goes wild. Once her back meets the pole, she reaches up with one hand and slides slowly down to the floor, ending in the splits. Her flexibility is amazing and I’m sure it shows in bed. I’d like to have those legs wrapped around my head as I dive into her with my tongue. As the music reaches the first chorus, she pulls herself up from the floor and up the pole. She then wraps her legs around it and falls backward, hanging upside down, her tits almost falling out of her top. As she hangs there she puts her hands on her chest and slowly unties the bow on the back of her top. She takes her time and then pulls the material away from her body, lowering herself to a handstand on the stage. The men are practically screaming now, trying to get her attention.

Vixen kicks off the pole, bends her spine backward, and stands up. It’s like an erotic gymnastic routine. She’s smiling and obviously enjoying her dance. She looks around at all the men and their money and starts to work each one for a few seconds as they tuck their bucks in her thong. All of a sudden she stops and I realize that she’s looking at me. I meet her eyes and I almost fall down. I can’t fucking believe this.

Vixen is Stephanie, my computer system security specialist.