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  I quickly pushed that ridiculous idea aside. That’s the kind of romantic nonsense my mom used to talk about when I was a kid. What would she say about me ogling a pole dancer in a strip club, if she was alive to see it? I think she’d probably be alright with it and tell me to follow my heart and not to listen to my father, who, she always said, might be a brilliant businessman, but didn’t have a romantic bone in his body.

  After being distracted with thoughts of her all weekend, I knew what I had to do and hated having to do it. There was no other choice. I was on a mission and nothing was going to stop me. I got up to go for a 6 mile run at 5am Monday morning, I was so amped. Then I hit the gym at 6am as usual before heading to the office

  “OK Jack, I’ve changed my mind,” I said without preamble as I simultaneously knocked on Jack’s door and entered his office at 8:00am sharp. If ever there was a time to use my position as T. J. Reynolds III to my advantage, it was now.

  “About …”

  “You know, about setting me up with the girl from the club —”

  “Oh, the pole dancer. Sure thing, I should have guessed from the way you were swooning over her the other night. What did you have in mind? A private party? A bit of one-on-one lap dance action?”

  My bright idea was losing traction before it even got out of the gate. There was no way I could tell Jack what I really wanted. Not only would he and the other guys think I’d lost my mind, but there was a fair chance he’d use it against me at some point. I didn’t trust any of them. They hadn’t survived in this cut throat industry because they were anybody’s best friend, that’s for sure.

  It was best to play along being ‘one of the boys’ and tell him what he expected to hear. Just like the good old college days.

  “Yeah,” I said in a hushed tone, like I didn’t want anyone else to know what we were planning. “I want a little private show before I’m tied down and can’t do the strip clubs any more. You get that, right?” I winked as tapped the side of my nose with my index finger.

  “Say no more. I’m on it. Leave it to Jack.” He was already opening the contacts on his phone as I walked out of his office.

  If I wasn’t so desperate, I wouldn’t be asking him for help. Jack was a weasel. Always looking for an easy way to get ahead at someone else’s expense. I didn’t trust him. But I didn’t have a choice. I just hoped this favor didn’t come back to bit me.

  Chapter 11

  Anna

  “Hey girlfriend, guess who’s got another gig,” Kandice said, without introduction, as soon as I answered my phone.

  “What are you talking about?” I asked, totally confused.

  “The dreamy guy with the silky hair you wanted to run your fingers through, you know, the one with impossibly broad shoulders and the stunning blue eyes whose gaze you were swimming in the other night, well guess what?”

  “I wish I’d never told you about that. So embarrassing. Can we never talk about that again? Ever? I feel like an idiot,” I responded wishing I’d stuck to my don’t open up to people rule.

  “It’s too late now,” Kandice shot back, barely able to contain her excitement, “he wants you to do a private show for him. He’s some big oil company exec and he’s somehow got connections into Centerfolds, where they can set you two up in the high roller room.”

  Oh my God! Oil company exec? It was him! Did he recognize me?

  “I still don’t get it,” I said nervously, “Why me? Why a private show? Couldn’t he just get a private lap dance at one of those clubs? It all sounds a bit strange.”

  “I’ve been in this game a long time and I have a well-developed nut job radar. This guy doesn’t register. He did insist on anonymity, but that’s to be expected with a guy in his position, I suppose.

  “Still, if you’re not interested in the five grand he’s offering for a private show, then maybe I’ll see if I can convince him to look for someone else. Melissa might be inter —”

  “How much?” I cut her off in mid-sentence, “are you serious?”

  “Oh, sorry, did I forget to mention that? Not sure how it slipped my mind.” I could practically hear the smile in her voice. Kandice was having way too much fun teasing me. She knew how much I needed the money, although she didn’t know exactly why.

  So now my stepbrother, who I’ve been crazy in love with since, well … forever, is paying me five grand to do a private pole dance for him. Could my life get any crazier or more complicated?

  Stop thinking about him. He can have any girl he wants just by clicking his fingers. He’s not into you, despite what Miss ‘I know what I’m talking about’ Kandice has to say. If you listen to her, you’re just going to set yourself up for disappointment.

  The hypnotic piano introduction of Adele’s ‘Skyfall’ increased steadily in volume until it was loud enough to be felt as well as heard. The sound system was spectacular, although I expected no less, given that we were, after all, in Centerfolds high roller room. I immersed myself in the sexy James Bond vibe and let the music fill me with confidence. I was ready to work the steel.

  My hips swayed seductively from side to side as I walked slowly around the pole a few times for effect, then I paused, arching my back gracefully hard against the cold steel as I threw a sexy smile to the man sitting in the front row. The only other person in the room. He couldn’t take his eyes off me and that gave me an even bigger confidence boost. Not to mention one hell of a thrill. Yeah, I’m talking heart pounding, panty dampening thrill.

  Sliding my right hand up the pole, above my head and my left hand reaching behind my back, pressing against the pole open handed, I gently and slowly pressed my butt hard against the pole, bending at the waist and the knees at the same time as I slid down the pole part way before coming back up and repeating the move. It was a simple move but highly flirtatious, and one that I’d practiced in front of the mirror over and over. Nothing too skanky, just a cheeky, sexy little opener.

  Standing straight again, I spun around and gripped the pole with both hands, kicked my feet off the ground and opened my legs into a wide stance before lowering myself back down. As my feet touched the floor, I raised myself on my toes and in one smooth movement lowered myself into a low squat, with my butt inches off the floor and my thighs spread wide and inviting. I repeated this little crowd pleaser a couple of times and quite honestly, I can say that I’ve never felt sexier in my life.

  Pausing for dramatic effect, I turned my back on my audience of one and in one seamless and very anxious movement, I managed to perform a flawless invert with enough momentum that I was actually revolving around the pole, upside down with my legs forming a wide V shape. I’d actually done it!

  In the background, even above the music, I could hear my mystery man applaud. His recognition boosted my confidence like you wouldn’t believe.

  Chapter 12

  Tyler

  Watching her perform was taking my breath away. Again and again, with every perfectly executed movement that familiar feeling welled inside me. Like a yearning that needed to be satisfied, even though I hadn’t fully realized that I longed for anything. It was the strangest feeling. Like déjà vu. I felt a connection to this girl whose name I didn’t even know. All I knew was that she was fit, toned and gorgeous. But the attraction was more than that. Way more. I just didn’t know how or why. I couldn’t get enough of her and wanted the music to keep playing and her to keep dancing.

  After applauding her stunning invert and watching those long, graceful legs spread so wide and inviting, I realized that I’d developed quite a hard on. So much so that it was becoming uncomfortable, despite my efforts to reposition myself. As I watched the most elegant and gorgeous woman I’d had ever laid eyes on dance, I felt an overpowering, primal need start to surface.

  I didn’t know a whole lot about pole dancing or the names of all the techniques. What I did know was that her moves were totally captivating and the way she rolled them together, I couldn’t tell where one finished and another started
. Her dancing was a thing of beauty.

  I loved it when she climbed the pole, arched her back and slid her hands and feet in a way that made her look like a caterpillar. Then she would execute a couple of fancy spins as she slid down the pole. She made it look easy, but I’d spent enough time watching other athletes at the gym to know how many hours training she’d put in to make it look that easy.

  “Man, she’s good,” I said aloud to myself, as she did her final dismount.

  Chapter 13

  Anna

  OK, let’s see if Miss Kandice really does know what she’s talking about. I thought as I rose, slowly, from the floor and gracefully walked toward Tyler – my estranged stepbrother who still didn’t seem to recognize me.

  Like a catwalk model, I walked with one leg crossing over the other, creating a subtle swing in my hips, something that had taken a lot of practice to get right, but I felt like it was working tonight, thanks to some enthusiastic coaching from Kandice, who insisted that it drove the men ‘crazy with desire’ to use her exact words. It was time to put the sexy walk to the test.

  Yes, it is him.

  My tantalizing stepbrother with the spellbinding come-to-bed blue eyes and the imposing physique that I’d admired from the day we first met sat before me and he had no idea I was the curvy girl who idolized him, even when he treated me like a total bastard.

  I had an opportunity to act out a fantasy I’d held deep in my heart and soul for years. Something I thought I’d never have the opportunity to do. And yet, here I was, wearing my tiny shorts and a pair of high heeled fuck-me pumps. And there sat my stepbrother, totally captivated and ready for the taking. Could I get away with it?

  Stopping right in front of Tyler, I ran my hands over my breasts and down toward my bare, toned tummy, rubbing the smooth skin before continuing down to my thighs. As my hands reached my knees, I squatted down on my haunches and traced my fingertips across the soft skin on the inside of my spread thighs. All the while, I locked eyes with Tyler immersing myself in his beguiling blue eyes as he devoured me with them. I could see the raw lust burning in his eyes. He only saw what he wanted to see. Nothing more, just a stunning, girl offering herself to him. Wanting to be taken by him.

  Turning to expose my ass to him, I took a couple of slow steps back before bending over and resting my butt lightly in his lap. Before he could respond or put his hands on me, I stood upright and quickly stepped away. I got quite a kick by teasing him so seductively. I never thought I had it in me. I guess I was wrong.

  “Come back,” he said softly. I could barely hear him over the music, but his voice was unmistakable.

  I turned and faced him, shaking my head and smiling timidly.

  “Talk to me. I want to hear your voice. Please?” he said louder, making sure I could hear him.

  He gently reached around and grabbed both cheeks of my butt in his broad, strong hands. “I’d have to say I’ve not seen anyone like you before. You really are the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen.”

  And you’ve seen a few, that’s for sure.

  I gave my ass a flirtatious wiggle then sat myself down on my stepbrothers lap.

  Whoa! Someone’s a bit excited, I thought, immediately aware that he had been concealing a massive boner in his pants.

  Maybe Kandice knew what she was talking about, after all.

  Nestling his hardness between my butt cheeks, I slid back and forth, rubbing the full length of him with my ass cheeks. Encouraged by the growing hardness of his erection I kept teasing him, enjoying the feel of his hands on my butt and his hardness between my cheeks. Then I bent forward, thrusting my butt out further to make it taut as I swayed it from side to side. I felt his hands tighten their grip on my hips. I could almost feel the heat of his gaze as he fixated on my brazen, perfectly formed, gyrating ass.

  Still moving to the rhythm of the music, I stood and released the clips which, until now, had been stopping my long blonde hair from falling across my face as I worked the pole. Discarding the clips, I shook my head from side to side, allowing the hair to fall freely past my shoulders.

  Spinning around, I covered my breasts with my hands, gently stroking them through the silky halter top, which was tight enough to accentuate my cleavage. I could feel my nipples harden through the thin fabric as I traced my fingers around them, one at a time. Watching Tyler squirm excited me because I knew that my little tease was making him uncomfortably hard in his pants.

  Impulsively, I reached behind my neck and released the clasp holding my top in place. Before I had a chance to change my mind, it fell to the floor, exposing my bare breasts for Tyler to see for the first time. He gasped when I ran my fingers through my hair and let it cascade across my perky, firm breasts.

  “Come closer,” he commanded, his voice husky and thick with lust.

  I loved teasing him and reveled in the knife edge balance of desire and restraint.

  I shook my head from side to side. As my hair brushed against my aroused, pebble like nipples, I imagined how they would feel being rolled between Tyler’s thumb and fingers. With that thought, a heat rose in my belly and I could feel the warm, damp evidence of arousal in my panties.

  Chapter 14

  Tyler

  All I wanted to do was lick and stroke those long, hard nipples with my tongue and fingers. I wanted to be the one making her so aroused that her nipples looked like they might burst. I loved how they looked and I couldn’t remember seeing such long nipples before. I needed to suck them and roll my tongue over them. I needed to devour them.

  An ache rose inside me. I longed to touch her, feel the warmth of her smooth, tanned skin. I hungered to be close to her, as if being with her and holding her close would ease the hankering that had been developing inside me for a while, now.

  Even in college, I craved to be with someone who wanted to be with me and wanted to share themselves with me because they liked me for who I was, not because of who my father was or the family fortune.

  This girl had no idea who I was and there was something about her that made me think it wouldn’t matter anyway. She just had this … aura. I couldn’t think of another way to describe it

  She shuffled in a little closer, leaning forward and taking each nipple between her fingers and thumb, massaging them provocatively. She was showing me how she’d like me to do it for her.

  Another two shorts steps and she was almost close enough to touch. But not quite. She knew I was horny as hell, having watched her perform all those spins on the pole and other moves with her legs open in a variety of inviting and highly provocative poses. She was quite the little cock tease. I had to give her credit for that.

  As was about to reach out to try to touch her, she turned around to face away from me and keeping her legs straight, bent over to touch her ankles, holding that pose for a few seconds. Keeping her open hands against her slender, well defined calves, she slowly stood upright until her hands rested on her thighs and her shapely bubble butt jutted out at me. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to smack it or …

  Then, with one slick movement, she unfastened her petite shorts and shimmied them to the floor, before kicking them aside with a brisk flick of one of her high heels. From the rear, it looked like she was totally naked, but when she turned around, I could see a G String so sheer that it was hardly visible at all.

  I wanted her closer. I needed to touch her. Strangely, I was actually enjoying being tormented by her and feeling the frustration of being so close. It reminded me how I felt sometimes when Manny pushed me hard at training. Somewhere in amongst all that pain and torment is pleasure and gratification, sometimes it’s hard to tell where the pain ends and the pleasure begins. I wanted her teasing to stop, but at the same time, I didn’t.

  Without warning, she stepped forward, reefed a handful of my hair, pulled my head back and crushed her soft, full lips to mine in a sensuous, yet eager kiss. I had no idea what she wanted from me or where she was going with it, but I knew I wanted her, too. My mouth
opened and hers followed without hesitation. Soon our tongues were dancing hungrily and I found myself exploring the depths of her mouth while she fought to explore mine.

  I was so busy plundering her and being devoured by her, that I hadn’t noticed her rubbing the length of my cock through my pants. I was soon well aware of it, though. My God! Her fingers … her touch. Magic. My back arched as I struggled to press my hardness against her, but she pulled back. She was still teasing me and playing her little cock tease game. Well … I’d show her …

  Suddenly, I broke off the kiss and grabbed her hand, holding it firmly against the head of my dick as I clutched one of her tits with my other hand, enjoying the feel of the erect nipple against my palm. I squeezed her breast and brought my mouth closer, ready to ravage the stunning morsel she’s been brazenly teasing me with.

  “Ow!” she squealed. “Not so rough, Mr.”

  That voice! How in the hell do I know that voice?

  I felt the color drain from my face. That warm, longing feeling in the pit of my stomach was instantly replaced by ice cold daggers that ripped my guts to shreds.

  My hand pulled back from her breast like it was on fire and she immediately did the same with the hand that she’d wrapped around my now limp dick.

  “Oh my God! Wimp? Is that really you? What the fuck…”

  Without a word, she scooped up her clothes and ran, as best she could actually run in her heels, straight for the door.

  I sat there stunned, in total shock.

  Fuck me! I’ve just bought a five thousand dollar lap dance from my fucking stepsister!