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  Satiated and still on a high, she barely registered the sound of a wrapper being ripped open. Without a word Michael lifted her off the seat. She could barely hold herself up her legs were so weak, but when he took her place and held out his arms a surge of energy swept through her body. He was erect, magnificent and wearing a condom. Round two was about to begin and this time she would show Michael Monaghan how to fuck.

  *

  Michael had a momentary feeling of guilt. He hadn’t had sex since Monique, but she’d turned him away. When the lithe body slipped into his lap and rubbed a hot pussy against his throbbing hard-on, all thought of Monique was gone. This woman in his arms was a fucking sex machine. Usually he was the one doing the seducing and figured it would take some wining and dining to get into her knickers. Being a stripper had huge benefits, and apparently Shannon was one of them.

  When she grabbed his dick and held it at her opening, he made eye contact with her and she grinned. Ever so slowly she slipped him inside and then back out again. The brief clutch of her hot body was only enough to tease. He wanted to grab her shoulders and slam her down hard. His balls throbbed for release but he wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. When this was done he would play it for all it was worth. She would be begging him to fuck her again.

  She slid down, burying him to the hilt. He groaned and threw his head back. Hot, tight and just what his dick was craving. The sound of something falling to the floor brought him back to the moment. He lifted his head and his cock jumped inside the sexy young thing who had just stripped off her top. Luscious dark pink nipples made his mouth water. Like strawberries waiting to be sucked. God, he would have her with sugar and cream any day of the week. He wrapped an arm around her and tugged her closer. His mouth closed on a hard nipple, and she moaned. The bud swelled in his mouth as his cock swelled in her pussy. With a shudder she pulled free of his mouth.

  Her chest heaved as she fought for air. She rose up and slammed down on him. His balls and cock moved to full throttle. He swore in Gaelic as she rode him relentlessly. Her lithe body rubbed against him, and he closed his eyes and tried to hold back the torrent of hot come pressing for release. When she shifted up a gear and rode him harder, he panted for control. The final catalyst that brought him undone was the surging power of Shannon’s orgasm squeezing his cock. He exploded inside her. His hips pumped up to meet her as she milked him dry.

  Sweaty and spent, she collapsed against him. A chuckle rumbled in his chest.

  “And do you show this much professional courtesy to all the new staff?”

  She lifted her head and grinned. “Only ones hung like fucking horses.”

  Once they had their breath back, she leaned forward and gave him a long lingering kiss before sliding off his cock and out of his lap. She rescued her clothes and dressed as he cleaned up and stowed his dick. She handed him his T-shirt and he pulled it on. “How about I take you to dinner?”

  Shannon smiled. “Take me to lunch tomorrow. Meet me here at ten.”

  “And why not tonight?”

  “Because I need a hot shower and a good night’s sleep. Great sex always makes me sleepy.”

  “Get sleepy a lot, do you?”

  She shook her head. “Not as often as I would like, but I think I might be getting a whole lot sleepier from now on.”

  “Sure of yourself, aren’t you?”

  “So, you don’t want to fuck me again?”

  He grinned. “I never said that. I plan to fuck you until you beg me to stop.”

  When he tugged her into his arms, she pushed against him. “But not tonight, Tiger.”

  He let her go. “You’re right. Tonight I need to go home and practice my moves.”

  A fist pounded on the door. “Shannon, are you in there?”

  Shannon rolled her eyes. “What do you want, Pete?”

  “I want to fucking well lock up, so if you’d put Mr. Ireland down and come out we can all fucking well go home.”

  “Mr. Ireland. What makes you think I know where he is?”

  “So this fucking holdall belongs to fucking Prince Charles then, does it?”

  Chapter 8

  Two years later

  Michael wandered into the club and headed for the dressing room. Pete waylaid him halfway across the room. “Where’s Shannon?”

  Good fucking question. She had begun to disappear about three months ago. Around the same time he’d suggested they step things up a notch from rampant screwing at their shared pad to meeting each other’s families and planning one of their own. His life had been on the up. It had taken six months to get the act the way he wanted. Now he had a whole troupe of strippers and had taken over all of the choreography. He’d even completed a management course and Pete let him run the place two days a week. With his stripping, bar work and guest appearances he could afford to provide for both of them. You’d swear to God he had told Shannon to have her eyes gouged out for the response he got. He really thought she was the one, but on reflection she had never actually said the “L” word. Mind you, neither had he.

  “Shannon?”

  He glanced at Pete. “Sorry, miles away. Dunno, mate. I thought she might be here waiting for me.”

  “Can you do the act without her?”

  Michael shrugged. The centerpiece of the show was him stripping with Shannon’s help. They’d practiced for months and he had no idea if anyone else could step into her shoes, or even if he wanted them to. Dancing together on stage had been the most exhilarating thing ever. He was the first to admit he loved to show off, but having Shannon in his arms and all but fucking on stage while other women went wild was sexy as hell. The rest of the dancers knew to stay well clear of the dressing room after their performance. They fucked like rabbits on speed. She could never get enough of him. Funny, she had lost interest in sex almost anywhere else. He had a fair idea she was getting it elsewhere, but whenever he broached the subject she denied everything and then distracted him by sucking him off.

  “I’ve got a busload of women on a hen’s night expecting to see a woman strip you naked on stage. Do you want to start a fucking riot? Either find her or find someone else. And if she can’t be bothered showing up for work then she can fuck off and work somewhere else.”

  Michael disappeared into the back, nodding to Chad and Marcus who were stretching in the corridor. He kicked the dressing room door open. Chastity screamed and he let out a sigh. “Sorry, darlin’.”

  She clutched a towel to her chest. “It’s okay. I’m just a bit jumpy. I wanted to make it nice for you. Where’s Shannon?”

  “Why does everyone keep asking me that, like I could give a fuck? Not here apparently. What the fuck am I supposed to do now?” He dropped into a chair and tossed his bag aside. What a fucking mess.

  Chastity stepped in front of him. “I could do it.”

  “Do what?”

  “I could fill in for her … with you … on stage.”

  Michael looked up. She chewed her bottom lip. Her makeup was still too thick but he now knew it hid a burn scar on her cheek. No matter how much she got trampled underfoot she never quit the place. He had a fair idea she did Pete on a regular basis, but from the look of adoration on her face he had a horrible feeling she was still here because of him. She was a wonderful dancer. From the way she moved he guessed her background was in ballet. She could be working anywhere, yet she hung around being used as Pete’s personal fuck buddy and everyone else’s slave. Maybe he should give her a break and show her she had potential to do more with her life.

  He ran his fingers through his hair and checked the clock, an hour until showtime. Reaching out, he took Chastity’s hand and dropped a kiss on her knuckles. “Why not. Just give me a minute to change and we can give it a quick run through.”

  Her smile was huge, and despite his heavy heart he couldn’t help but smile back. He was a fucking bastard. Here was a woman who only wanted to please him and he was besotted with a heartless bitch with a hot body and filthy mouth th
at barely acknowledged he was alive some days. Although, she was quick to let his fans know he was spoken for.

  Chastity left him alone. Funny, she had seen him in the buff twice a week for two years and yet she always respected his privacy. He took his time getting into his outfit in the hopes that Shannon would show up. When he was finally ready he opened the door to the corridor to find Chastity waiting. He held out his hand and she grasped onto him like he was a lifeline as he walked her to the empty stage for a quick run-through.

  Michael flicked on the sound system and selected the song, but paused before hitting play. He looked at Chastity. “You want me to tone it down?”

  “The music?”

  He smiled. “No, darlin’ the dancing. It can be less erotic if you’d prefer.” Grinding yourself into your girlfriend clad in a scanty G-string was one thing, but Chastity wasn’t Shannon.

  She crossed the floor and took her spot. “I’m ready. Don’t change a thing.”

  They ran through it and she kept up. It felt a bit wooden and stilted but then it was the first time they’d danced together. He’d got more response when he kissed his mother than he got from Chastity. He was worried she would freak out at some of the moves and she appeared to be holding back.

  Once the song ended she made her escape saying she needed to find something to wear. Shannon’s skintight red leather skirt and bustier would never fit.

  Chest heaving, Michael stood in the spotlight soaking up the adoration of an appreciative audience. No matter how many times he performed to Parisienne Walkways it always felt like the first. The music fed his soul and his body responded to the heady beat and sexy riffs.

  When the spotlight dimmed he headed off stage, snagging a robe from Chad and slipping his arms into the sleeves. The big guy was up next with two of the other male dancers. So far, the only other man willing to bare all was Chad. The man loved penis adoration. They bumped fists, and Michael made his way back to the dressing room. His black leather stripper pants and loose-fitting white shirt were waiting for him. Chastity must have set everything up. He hadn’t seen her since she’d scurried off. Maybe she’d changed her mind.

  He slipped into his G-string, leather pants, and shirt. As he was tucking it in there was a gentle knock on the door. “Come in.” The door opened and Michael stopped with his hand in the top of his pants. “Chastity?”

  She frowned. “You don’t like it? I can wear something else.”

  “Don’t like it” didn’t even begin to cover how he felt. She had changed out of jeans and a T-shirt into a hot-pink tank top that showed a lot of cleavage, and a skintight black leather skirt that barely covered her arse. Her stomach was bare, showing a butterfly belly button ring. Her thigh-high stiletto boots would be enough to make any man pant. She had taken her hair out of its usual braid and it fell around her face in a mass of warm nut-brown curls. The girl was hot.

  He crossed the room and took her face in his hands before kissing her long and slow. When he pulled back she swallowed. “What was that for?”

  “To get you in the mood. Did it work?”

  She nodded.

  “Good let’s go then or we’ll be missing our cue.”

  The first notes of Britney Spears’ Toxic filled the air, and Michael marveled as Chastity threw herself into the role. Michael had choreographed the dance, but he was just the foil for his partner. She gyrated to the music, enticing him with her moves before running her hands over his shirt-clad chest. When she turned in his arms he tugged her close. Her body was a perfect fit and he ground his crotch into her arse before spinning her around, leaning her back in a dip and running his tongue up her neck. Back on her feet, she didn’t miss a step. Hips moving with the beat, she was sex in heels. When her focus met his the look was molten.

  No longer aware of the audience it was all about the music, the dance, and the woman who was hell-bent on seduction. Her hands were steady as she unbuttoned his shirt and slid it down his arms before claiming it as a prize and throwing it aside. He pulled her close and they moved in a way that was probably illegal in public in some parts of the world. He had to concentrate to stay calm. An erection was likely to bring the house down and close the bar for good.

  He backed Chastity against the makeshift wall, and she wrapped her legs around him as he simulated screwing her in time to the music. He took her mouth with his own. The kiss was fierce. He let her slide down him and then escaped her clutches. She prowled after him and in one swift move ripped his pants off and threw them aside. He turned in time with the beat and she backed away as he moved toward her. When he stopped, she approached and ran her hands over his body as she danced around him. Michael grabbed hold of her and spun her before laying another long lick up her neck. The last few purrs of the lyrics filled the air as he let Chastity go. She moved behind him and slipped her hands around his middle before running her palms down his body, brushing his erect nipples and then passing over his stomach. Her fingers paused at his G-string, and then in perfect time to the music she tugged the flimsy fabric free, threw it over her shoulder and strutted off stage with Michael in hot pursuit.

  He barely heard the crowd as he followed the woman who had just turned his world on its head. Where the fuck had Chastity been the last two years? This new Chastity was one hell of a revelation.

  Michael didn’t even acknowledge Chad as he bounced off stage, never mind accept the robe the big guy was offering. Chastity cast a glance over her shoulder, and he growled as she picked up the pace. He was almost at a sprint by the time they slammed into the dressing room. She turned and leaned against the dressing table with a sexy grin on her face and his G-string dangling between her fingers.

  In a husky voice she whispered, “Can I help you with something?”

  He chuckled, but the laughter died when the door to the dressing room slammed open and he saw Shannon.

  Hands on hips, she glared at them and then strode across the room. She grabbed hold of Chastity by the hair and dragged her away from Michael. He wrapped a hand around Shannon’s arm. “Let her go.”

  “Why? Don’t you like me hurting your little slut?”

  “She stepped in to cover for you.”

  “I don’t need her help.”

  “Well, where the fuck were you? Where the fuck do you keep disappearing to?”

  “None of your business.” She turned her fierce stare on Chastity. “If you think you can step into my shoes on stage or with Michael, you’re fucking deluded. You ugly whore.”

  Chastity whimpered, and Michael seriously considered walloping Shannon to make her let go. “If you don’t let her the fuck go, I’ll fucking make you.”

  Shannon shoved Chastity aside and raised a fist, punching Michael in the groin.

  “Now maybe you’ll think twice about dancing with someone else. Your mine and I don’t share.”

  He clutched his dick and doubled over in pain, his stomach threatening to hurl up his last meal. Chastity moved toward him but he waved her off. “Go. Just go.”

  Tears streaming down her face, she fled the room. Shannon stood over him and grinned. “Next time I’ll cut the fucking thing off.”

  Without another word she strode from the room. Chad found him still doubled over half an hour later. Despite the haze of pain Michael was disgusted with himself, firstly for not protecting Chastity and secondly for not dumping Shannon months ago. She had never loved him. He was just a trophy boyfriend. He’d wasted two years of his life with a woman who didn’t really give a shite. Even worse, he had fucked up Chastity’s life as well. Shannon would do all in her power to get Chastity fired. Pete considered Chastity his personal hooker, but if Shannon threatened to quit and take the other girls with her, Chastity would have no job. He was sick of the whole situation and sick of London. His mind was made up. It was time to go home but not until he made sure Chastity was going to be okay.

  Chapter 9

  Four years later

  Michael wandered out of the back office and headed
to the bar. The place was heaving with women. All eyes were focused on stage as Chad did his thing. The man was a fucking animal. Not only was he happy to get his clothes off, he even wandered through the bar and let the ladies kiss and pet his dick. Last week one of them had drawn a smiley face on the damn thing with a Sharpie and named it Roger after the bar. He thanked God for the day he met Chad. After the horrible business with Shannon the big guy had insisted he was coming home too. He’d even arranged jobs for them both at The Jolly Roger, a club in Michael’s hometown. Life was on the up. While Chad still did his act on a regular basis, Michael was happy with his position as club manager and barman, although he could be persuaded to join in on stage for the right price and the right audience.

  With a steady income he’d bought a nice two-bedroom apartment overlooking the river, and a Porsche with the license plate HARD ON. While Chad’s act wound down Michael made his way behind the bar to help. He looked out of place amongst all the other men serving drinks. His days of mixing cocktails in a G-string were long gone. He preferred leather pants, knee-high leather boots and loose-flowing white shirts. The woman he had bedded last week had declared him her filthy fantasy Mr. Darcy.