My current WIP is called Finding Dandi. The Dandi that everyone met in Burning Love was a tomboy who works in her cousin’s gun shop. She can shoot a gun, throw a knife and hold her own at any game the boys throw at her. But, Dandi has a past. It’s a long story and has twists and turns and several surprises. At one time, Dandi worked in a strip club. That’s where she meets our hero.
So, I – who love to research for my books – decided that I needed to visit a strip club. And I did so – this past weekend. Now, I won’t tell all my secrets, but I really wasn’t prepared for what I saw. Ha! A male friend of mine told me what to expect – and how I would be treated. And he was right.
The atmosphere was charged with electricity – or at least it was for me. I was fascinated and had as much fun watching the men watch the women as I did watching the show myself. I kept wondering what the women were thinking. Were they having a good time? Or were they planning on what they would be cooking for supper when they when home?
My primary focus was to see a lap dance – live. And to find out how it worked. I was told that a lap dance costs usually about twenty dollars and the house or the club gets about seven dollars of that amount. The girls can walk around and give offers for lap dances or they can be approached.
You all know the types of books I write, and you know my heroine is more innocent than not – so you know there’s a hook in my story that keeps Dandi from being anything other than perfect for my hero.
But she does give him a lap dance – eventually.
So, I decided to learn what I could – the moves and what they are called – the technique – and I had a pretty good time. Ha!
The song needs to be slow and sultry. And suggestive. The song, and what the girl is wearing or not wearing, sets the stage. My choice of songs would be “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails – it is pure raunch. And as for what to wear – enough to take off and tease a little bit while it’s coming off. I’m told a button up white shirt and a short plaid skirt with knee socks works wonders.
A chair is an essential piece of equipment for the guy to sit on and a wall for the girl to brace herself against – and all the work is done in the V between his legs. Wow! The advice that I got was for the girl to straddle him and lean in – dancing all the while. But don’t let him touch. Arch your back, tilt your bottom in the air and tease him with your bountiful blessings. But not too much – there are more moves to come.
One girl told me that there is a move called Lotion – you pretend that you are rubbing lotion all over your body – your thighs, privates, boobs, arms. Just make sure you do it slow and the expression on your face is key. You have to look like you’re enjoying it and that you can’t wait for his hands to be on your body and doing to you what you are doing to yourself.
I did notice that the hip movements are essential. You need to wiggle. Swaying back and forth and undulating in a figure eight will have him getting more uncomfortable in his pants by the second. In the strip club, the lap dance is an end game – but if you do this at home, like Dandi will do to Lucas Dane – all of this is pure anticipation.
My favorite move that I saw at the strip club was the Cowgirl – ha! Wonder why? This is where the grinding comes in. The girl puts her back to the guy, braces herself on his legs and moves her butt in a circle – lots of rubbing and gyrating and riding, sorta like you are doing the sexual position ‘reverse cowgirl’. Oh – and slap your bottom, the guy will melt!
Eye contact will up the ante, and if you lick your lips a little – you probably can make him moan. For your grand finale, the body slide – I’m told – will work wonders. For this, you have to get up close and personal – press your boobs in his face until he pants and then slide your body all the way down his.
Wow! – I love my job.
As one of my friends said – what I won’t do for my craft.
Finding Dandi won’t be out till early next month – but here’s another scene of the same type from Badass.
BADASS – Avery dances for Isaac.
When night fell, people began pouring into the bar. The band was in fine form and the liquor was flowing like a fountain. There was no sweeter sound than the cash register ringing up sale after sale. It took both him and Levi to tend the bar and the dance contest was in full swing by the time Isaac got time to focus on it. Women of every form and fashion were putting on a show. Biker chicks, buckle bunnies, good-time girls, and a few regular home-town girls that didn’t mind strutting their stuff. Hell, why hadn’t he thought of it before – this would be damn good for business.
“Lord God Almighty,” Levi breathed as he heard Doris announce the next number.
“Everybody put their hands together and welcome Miss Wild Rose to our stage. Damn, I wish I had your hair, honey. She’s a hottie!” The crowd was going wild.
“Don’t look, Isaac. I thought I was imagining things with that phone caller earlier – but I wasn’t. Miss Wild Rose is your Miss Prim Rose.” Joining them, Doris overheard Levi and cleared her throat. “Is that who I think it is?” She swallowed hard, an expression of unbelief on her face. “Lord, I feel like I’ve just announced the pope would be buying the next round of drinks.”
Telling Isaac not to look was like saying sic’em to a dog. With a run on the drums, the music the band was playing changed. Instead of just a pounding beat, it became playful and naughty. Every note screamed sex – thrusting, driving, toe-curling sex. And when the dancer came on stage, what he saw flipped his world. Isaac stepped away from the bar and moved toward the stage like a man in a trance. Her body was encased in red leather – a form-fitting little bra, a bolero jacket and the shortest, sweetest little skirt he’d ever seen. Ye, gods! If he wasn’t intimately acquainted with that treasure of a body – and if it wasn’t for those damn sexy ringlets, he would have never believed this scene in a million years. Avery strutted out on his stage like she was born for it. Who knew little Miss Perfect would have that kind of rhythm. The way she moved was pure poetry – a sonnet written just for him that whispered of untold delights. Shit! Maybe, what he had read in that stupid article was true. Someone had shown her the ropes – that was for sure and certain. Isaac didn’t know whether to be furious, aroused or just plain pissed.
Working his way through the crowd, he stood front and center. One idiot elbowed him, pointed down below Isaac’s belt and then at his own meager package like it was something to be proud of. “Back off, asshole.” Pulling his shirt out of his pants to hide his burgeoning erection, Isaac felt funny – he didn’t want to be aroused, but he was. All around him were sounds - wolf calls, whistles and varied off-color phrases were being thrown into the air. Isaac barely comprehended them; he was too focused on what was happening on the raised dais in front of him.
Avery stepped close to the edge, wearing a pair of fuck-me stilettos that made her legs look like a stair-way to heaven. Swinging her hips from left to right, she shimmed like a harem girl and Isaac’s eyes followed every move like he was at a tennis match. And then – Lord Have Mercy – she started touching herself. Placing her little palms on her bare midriff, she caressed the silky, smooth skin and then let them glide downward. He heard moans and groans from the crowd, and it was all he could do to keep off the stage. His arms felt empty, his breathing was labored – and when she finally let one hand cup her mound, he almost went to his knees.
Fuck! He was mesmerized as her fingers teased the paradise between her legs. How did she know to do this stuff? Damn! What if it were all true? To think that other men had seen her do this – touched her – fucked her – that possibility was eating a hole in his very soul.
As she danced, Isaac knew Avery had every cock in the house straining at its zipper. She tossed her head back, that amazing hair flowing behind her like a water fall. Without a doubt, she was planting the idea in each man’s head that her clit was hard, her pussy was creaming and she could bring herself to orgasm any time she chose. Isaac swallowed hard and sweat began to bead up on his forehead. Dozens of bikers and cowboys alike were in the same shape he was, but Avery only had eyes for him. It was as if they were the only two in the room, and their bodies were connected by an electrical arc that acted like a magnet, seeming to awaken every cell in his body and all of them were screaming out for her.
Last night, after he’d gone to bed – he had had the devil of a time going to sleep. Several times he had awakened, stroking his own dick and begging Avery to give him another sweet release. Now he was cocked and primed – locked and loaded – and it wouldn’t take much to set him off like a Roman candle. Isaac had never wanted sex as much as he did at this moment – his fuckin’ hips wanted to buck in time to the gyrations of her lithe, lush body. The song – ‘Wild One’ that she was dancing to was so damn true. This sweet baby was a good girl, a little doll who had been protected all her life from anything that could possibly taint her. Now, here she was –unbelievable – pure, unadulterated eroticism. Isaac couldn’t reconcile the two images to save his life. Before morning, he promised himself, he would have answers, hell or high water.
Moving seductively to the music, she lifted her hair and arched her neck while every man held his breath. As one, all of their hands itched to cup those twin peaks of delight that were swelling up over her bra, the thin material showing clearly the outline of nipples that looked exactly like the tops of baby bottles – all plumped up and ready to be sucked. Twisting and turning, she flirted with the crowd, peeling off the little jacket and letting it drop to the floor. Gasps were heard around the room, for now she wore nothing but a tiny bra and six inches of scarlet leather which barely covered her pinchable ass. Only hours before, he had held that ass in his hands and caressed her sweet spot, spreading honey all up and down her slit. How he wished he had tasted her – how delicious she must be. But no, he had been weak and demanded her mouth on his cock. How was a man supposed to choose between so much delicious, intoxicating bounty?
Avery stepped over to the pole and – swear to God – everything went dead quiet. Even the band stopped playing for a few seconds. The musicians must be in the throes of the same heat as he was. Gripping the pole with both hands, she took it between her legs – humping it – undulating against the lucky metal. Isaac couldn’t breathe – he felt every thrust of her hips as if he were buried to the hilt deep within her. And what was most amazing, was that even though others were calling her name – even throwing money on stage, she only had eyes for him. There was no way he could miss her message – Avery was dancing for him.
The band smoothly changed numbers and eased into the provocative, sensual ‘How Will I Live Without Him’ and as the music swelled, Avery made love to the pole. Dammit! She didn’t have to live without him – he was right here! As he stood there, totally captivated, she played with his mind and heart. Oh, she knew all the tricks, and how she had learned them was eating him alive. Yet, he was hypnotized as she caressed her bottom lip with the tip of one finger, then began to suck on it, sensuously. Isaac felt every tug of those lips right on the head of his cock. God, he could still feel her mouth – he remembered how it had been last night and he wanted it again – he had to have it again.
Hell, he trembled, he fuckin’ trembled with lust. How much more could he take? That question was answered when she swung around, held the pole with both hands over her head and began to slide up and down its length. And as the crowd cheered her on, she smoothed her hands up to her breasts and cupped them, lifting them up – offering them just to him. The expression on her face was undeniable, it was an explicit, erotic, engraved invitation to engage in ecstasy – in pure sweet, sin – with her. Isaac was more than ready to accept that invitation.
All around the stage men were feeling their oats, and when one inebriated cowboy decided to climb on stage, Isaac knew it was time to put an end to this little show. Not only that – it was time to stake his claim.
This was kinda fun! At church, she had sung specials in front of the congregation, regularly. Really, this wasn’t a whole lot different – she used the same tactic then that she did now. As a coping mechanism, she just imagined everyone in their underwear and then they weren’t nearly as intimidating.
Isaac didn’t look happy. Well, that was just too dang bad. She was pouring her heart and soul into this dance, and by gosh, she was going to see it through. Was it affecting him? Heck, she didn’t know. Her expertise at arousing a male was limited to him. And right now, he just looked mad. Crap! And here he came. As one poor tipsy man tried to make it on stage, Isaac charged like a rampaging bull. One moment, she was swinging around the pole, the next she was swinging over his shoulder. “Hey, I didn’t get to do my big finish,” she complained.
“Oh you’re finished, my little wet-dream.” Stepping off the stage he was met by hoo-raws and back slaps. And then one slap landed right on her butt. With a huff, she tried to raise up. “Steady, baby. That was me. There ain’t no other man gonna touch you, ever again – just me.” What other men? She didn’t want other men. Yet, with those comforting words, he carried her out of the bar, down the hall – to where she didn’t know.
“Where are we going?” she managed to ask. All she could see right now was his tight, gorgeous butt, and she wondered if he would notice if she copped a little feel. What the hell – it was there. Ooooh, she had thought the word ‘hell’ and the roof didn’t cave it. That had to be a sign. With both hands, she cupped his bottom – and squeezed. Pop! “Hey!”
“That’s for playing with my tush.” He swatted her again. Pop! She squealed, but it was full of laughter. “And that’s for driving me crazy.”
Thanks for reading – I always enjoy being with you.