Okay, first, I’m not saying I don’t like watching sexy men undress, but I don’t go out of my way to watch male strippers. Maybe because I’ve been to a few bars where a group of men got on stage, clumsily undressed down to a dirty bikini bottom, sloshed their package around a bit and the ladies all screamed. Just not my thing. It’s okay if you do..but trust me, none look like Channing Tatum. Not even close.
So, it just so happens a friend had her bachelorette party at a bar on best girls night–Magic Mick Night.
We chose a table. I ordered a Sex on the Beach ( ever had one?) and was busily talking to a friend about a Sam Smith concert when I heard, “Ooh, we have some action going on.” I looked around and everyone was staring at me. A half-dressed, long-haired, brute of a guy was standing on stage, pointing at me. What did I ever do to him?
With a smile that showed off white teeth against tan, he lowered his gaze to where I had my hand wedged in between my thighs. Now let me explain. It’s not what you think. I had my hand…well…there. Jeans on. No sexual thoughts. Just my hand tucked up nicely between my inner thighs….Okay…you get the picture. I quickly dragged my hand away and I thought that would be the end of the joke. But noooo…
He came out into the audience and whisked me up on stage. Remember I did say this wasn’t my thing? I was led to a chair in the middle of the stage and not one, not two, but three half-dressed men came out and did a Magic Mike on me…except this was more of a Magic Mick. ‘Nuff said.
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Reaching the hotel, he led her into the elevator and the second the doors closed, he was next to her dragging her close, pressing her body against the mirrored wall. Her purse dropped to their feet and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her firm breasts pressed his chest and their lips met in abandoned need. Tongues dueled, hearts raced and he gripped strands of her hair in his palm. He moved his free hand to the hem of her skirt, sliding his fingers upward as heat grew against his knuckles. He skimmed his thumb along the cotton covered seam, met with a warm, sinewy moisture. She was wet, just as he suspected.
He slipped his finger along the elastic and pushed it aside, dipping his fingers in the sweet nest. Yes, she was ready alright. Spreading her moist lips, he found the pearl tucked in her silken sheath and flicked it twice. She trembled and a long deep purr fell off her lips.
The bell dinged, warning them.
He pulled back, both panting, chests heaving and he stepped across the small space of the cubicle. The doors opened and a couple stepped in, the woman offered a smile to Jobe. He dipped his hat in greeting.
Across the space, Ruby met his gaze. Her cheeks were perfectly pink and her lips were swollen. He brought his hand to his nose and inhaled her musky scent, smiling. Pure heaven. He couldn’t wait to dip his tongue into the treasure.
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