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  “Have you ever been with another guy?” Liz asked Jack on impulse.

  He followed her eyes to the video box, chuckling. “No, chere, afraid not.”

  She looked up at him. “Have you ever thought about it?” After her encounter with Felicia last night, something which had been far more pleasant and seductive than she ever could have imagined, she couldn’t help wondering if Jack had ever experienced similar stirrings. Suddenly, everything around her, the very air, seemed weighted with sensuality and she was filled with questions and desires that had never before occurred to her.

  He still grinned. “I can tell you want me to say yes, but the truth is, I haven’t.”

  She gave a playful shrug. “Don’t worry—I won’t hold it against you.” She concluded with a wink.

  Meandering farther through the store, she stopped by a wall display of glow-in-the-dark condoms; below it were shelves of edible undies and body paints. Without warning, she turned and slid her arms provocatively around Jack’s neck, pressing her curves flush against his body. “What if I asked you to?”

  His hands snaked around her waist and he laughed. “What?”

  She cast a sexy smile and lowered her voice to a hot, husky purr. “What if I wanted you to be with a man while I watched? Would you do it?”

  His answer came in a teasing tone. “I don’t know. What would I get in return?” His strong touch dropped to her ass and he pulled her in tighter against his solidness. Through their clothes, she felt his cock growing hard against her warm slit.

  She gazed invitingly into his dark eyes and licked her lips. “Anything you wanted, baby.”

  “I’ve got a better idea,” he said, his erection getting more and more prominent.

  She had the urge to wiggle against him, but given that they were in a fully-lit store with other people around them, she resisted. “What’s that?”

  “Why don’t we quit talkin’ about me with other guys and start doin’, me with you. Why don’t we go back to my place?”

  The heat in his eyes filled Liz with a new but already familiar power, and she couldn’t help brandishing it a little. On a whim, she whirled away, out of his arms, casting a mischievous grin. “Not yet. I’m not quite ready to call it an evening.”

  He dropped a quick glance down at his crotch. “Well, I am.”

  “I noticed.”

  “I’ll bet you did.”

  “It’ll keep.”

  “You hope it keeps,” he laughed.

  “I’ve told you before, I don’t want to rush.” She took his hands in hers and whispered up to him. “I love the way this feels. Everything I touch, smell, eat, drink, see—adds to my arousal, stretches it out. I want to keep stretching it and stretching it.”

  His look bordered between entertained and frustrated. “Is this your version of foreplay?”

  She tilted her head and flashed a smile. “I suppose.”

  “All right then,” he said, stepping past her to a long wall containing every color, size, and style of vibrator and dildo imaginable. “Let’s look at these. Which one would you pick?”

  She was embarrassed to realize that just the sight of all those phalluses made her hotter and wetter. Maybe Jack was right—maybe they should go back to his place and fuck each other senseless all night long. Clearly, she was ready to have his long, hard cock inside her.

  But no, she’d meant what she said. She wanted to stretch it all out, make it last, see how hot she could get, and then let him reap the rewards.

  So she studied the vibrators on the wall and let out a laugh, once again struck by disbelief.

  “What’s so funny?”

  She pulled her gaze from the fake penises to him. “I’ve never even really seen these things before, let alone used them. And here I am, standing here like a seasoned sex toy veteran, trying to pick one out.”

  “Well, madam,” he said, suddenly pretending to be a store clerk, “let me show you some of our most popular models.”

  She smiled boldly at his little game. “All right.”

  “Many women like this simple gold unit. Easy insertion, attractive tool. Some of our more adventurous customers, however, go for this one.” He pointed to a flesh-colored vibrator with tiny nubs all over it. “It provides extra stimulation to the vagina’s inner walls.” He was speaking at a normal level, clearly not caring if anyone heard.

  “Go on,” she said as if she were nothing more than a discriminating shopper.

  “The purists often go for this natural looking one, with realistic head and shaft, and even balls. And then we have this little number—also realistic but with an added feature. This little nub here rubs against your clitoris and gets you off.”

  “What else can you show me?” Liz asked, practically breathless by now. The very mention of her clit had it practically humming.

  “Mais,” he said, dropping his voice slightly and stepping in closer as if to share a secret, “we do have one more, our best seller, in fact. But not every woman can handle it. It’s very big and very powerful.” With that, he drew her into a corner, glanced around to make sure no one was watching them, then took her hand and placed it over his cock.

  Liz went weak with how large and hard he felt. She realized it was the first time she’d touched him there, even though their intimacies had already gone much further than that. But since they were doing things a little backwards, and a lot hedonistic, she figured it only made sense that this first time she touched him should be in a brightly lit sex shop.

  God, he felt big. Definitely bigger than Todd. It reminded her what he felt like inside her, and that she’d known the first moment he’d entered her that he was definitely the biggest she’d ever had, that he was filling her deeper and stretching her boundaries farther than ever before. What she felt through the fabric right now had her heart beating out of control and her cunt throbbing. With her hand hidden safely between their bodies, she stroked her palm upward. He drew in a breath of pleasure as he gazed down at her. Loving that look in his eyes, wanting to pleasure him much, much more, she began rubbing her hand slowly up and down the large shaft. He kept looking down at her, breath grown heavy.

  As she caressed him, her knuckles brushed over the front of her crotch, as well, sending scintillating little darts of pleasure outward through her whole pussy. “I feel it, too,” she said, wondering if he’d understand what she meant.

  He glanced downward, past their chests, to where their bodies met, her hand in between, before biting his lip and raising his eyes to her face. “Let me take you home, chere,” he whispered in a smoky voice.

  She wanted him just as badly as he wanted her, but she still resisted with a simple shake of her head. She continued rubbing his cock, lightly grazing her slit with each stroke.

  This time he spoke through slightly clenched teeth. “I said, let me take you home. Please, darlin’.”

  This time her refusal came with a wicked little smile. “Not yet.”

  “If you’re not careful,” he said, his eyes filled with sensual threat, “you’re gonna end up gettin’ fucked in an alley again.”

  Her smile widened. “Is that supposed to scare me? Because it’s only turning me on more. I loved that urgency, loved not being able to make it one step farther.”

  She kept rubbing, aware that it was torture for them both, but still wanting to push their arousal closer and closer to the edge. He narrowed his eyes on her slightly. “No, it’s not supposed to scare you. But I wanna take my time with you, baby.” He gently stroked his fingers up and down her arms through her suit jacket, soft caresses that tingled from shoulder to elbow. “I wanna go so slow, make you feel so good for so long. And if we don’t get to a bed soon…”

  “This is taking our time. This is going slow. Just my way.”

  She watched as he drew in a deep breath, looking as if he was trying to accept the fact that she was calling the shots and he wasn’t going to win. Again, part of her wanted to give in—his promises were deliciously tempting
. But everything about this public sort of foreplay was so different than anything she’d experienced before that she still wanted to soak up all these new titillations with him, for him. He made her want to try new things while he watched, made her want to tease him—but only because it would make the end reward even sweeter. She knew that by the time they made it to a bed, the things they did there would be all the more exciting and satisfying.

  “All right, Miss My Way,” he said. “What now? Just stand here and fondle us both to death in front of the vibrators?”

  “No,” she said, “come with me,” then she abruptly separated from him and drew him by the hand out of the store and back onto rollicking Bourbon Street. Only now it felt different, the air even more supercharged than before. She knew it was only her, only her body responding to what they’d been doing in the store, yet still she reveled in it, and wished she could bask in the hedonistic feelings even more. Though the cut of her suit jacket showed her shape and her skirt was fairly short, she wished she was wearing something sexier, skimpier. All this freedom made her want to show her body off the same way she had the other times she’d seen Jack.

  Without delay, she led him back to Club Venus, just a few doors down.

  “Do you have somethin’ specific in mind for why we’re here, or are you just…”

  She smiled up at him. “Following urges,” she finished for him, loving how much he’d tuned in to this new, reckless side of her. All her life she’d been a planner, but for once, she liked not knowing for sure what would happen to her behind these doors tonight.

  Inside, the scene was much the same as the previous evening—lush, shapely women did sexy dances in various states of undress while lusty-eyed men took in their every move.

  It was Friday night, though, so even more crowded—no tables were available and many men watched the action while standing. Jack led Liz to an empty spot where he leaned back against a wall and wrapped his arms around her from behind. When she settled against him, that glorious erection of his eased into the crack of her ass. She couldn’t help looking over her shoulder at him and exchanging a private little smile. Like back in the store, she felt the overwhelming urge to rub against him, wanting to feel him even more, but she resisted—for now, anyway.

  When she turned back to watch the strippers, Jack leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Tell me which ones you find most attractive.”

  She cast a sideways grin. “Why?”

  He returned it. “Because I dig it when girls like other girls. I can’t help wantin’ to know exactly which women do it for you.”

  As Liz studied all the beautiful, sexy strippers shedding their clothes to reveal tantalizing curves, Jack pulled her even closer, snuggling his cock tighter into the valley of her ass. One arm wrapped full around her, beneath her breasts, pressing warm against the bottom of them. His other hand caressed her hip in slow circles that grew wider until each revolution brought his palm over one side of her ass then nearly around to her crotch. Lord, she wanted to wriggle against him—the little fissure of her asshole had never felt more sensitive.

  But no—stretch it all out, she commanded herself. Experience everything.

  “Well?” he said. “Which ones?”

  Finally, after taking long, slow looks at each of the women performing for them, Liz made her selections. “Felicia,” she said, pointing to a stage where the stripper danced in only a white micro-mini skirt and towering strappy shoes, caressing her ample breasts, rosy nipples hard and pointing.

  “And, I suppose, that girl.” The second pick had been difficult—most of the women in Club Venus were stunning—but Liz had chosen a petite blonde with slender hips and breasts that were smaller than Felicia’s but still round and pretty with pale pink crests. The red Spandex dress she’d once worn was now gathered around her waist as she moved sensually around a brass pole in matching red heels.

  “Nice choices,” he purred in her ear, and she thought how strange it should feel to be telling a man which two women she was most attracted to, but with Jack, it was easy. He accepted this brazen side of her even more effortlessly than she did, and it made exploring this new facet of her sexuality all the more sweet.

  Just as the current song came to an end, Jack eased himself out from behind her. “I’ll be back in a minute, darlin’.”

  “Where are you going?” she asked, but he was already gone. She instantly missed his nearness, but figured he was headed to the bathroom or the bar. As a new set of girls took to the numerous stages sprinkling the room, Liz watched and enjoyed, but she really wanted Jack back. Somehow, watching the female entertainment wasn’t as arousing without him there behind her, watching with her.

  A short moment later, he appeared back at her side, taking her hand. “C’mon. Allons.”

  He wasn’t pulling her toward the door, but deeper into the club. “What’s going on?” she asked, following. “Where are we going?”

  He stopped and looked back at her, a wholly sexual expression etched on his handsome face. “Mais, little Miss My Way, I decided I’m takin’ charge for a while.”

  “What did you do?”

  “I got you a surprise,” he said, leading her farther.

  Up ahead, she noticed doors marked “Private Dances,” and at that very moment, Felicia and the blonde slipped inside one of them. Liz’s heart rose to her throat. Despite last night, she wasn’t sure about this, hadn’t planned on doing anything with anyone here but Jack. And yet…hadn’t the unknown beckoned to her when she’d entered Club Venus a little while ago? Hadn’t not knowing for sure what to expect made her all the more excited?

  “What did you do?” she asked again when they stopped just outside the door.

  He cast a wicked grin. “Just told ‘em what I thought you’d like.”

  Liz’s stomach went hollow with a combination of excitement and fear. Even after last night, what lay inside seemed so forbidden.

  “By the way,” Jack said in a low, sexy voice, “in here, you can touch ‘em back.”

  Every nerve in her body seemed to prickle as she looked up at him. “I’m nervous.”

  The tilt of his head seemed almost scolding. “You? I don’t believe it. I don’t think you have a nervous bone in your body.”

  “I was beginning to think I didn’t, either. But everything else that’s happened has been so spontaneous, with no time to think. And this seems…so orchestrated.” Liz couldn’t be sure what she was afraid of. Was it because there were two women instead of one? Or because they were both so gorgeous—was she intimidated?

  An expression of concern took over Jack’s handsome face. “I thought you’d be into this. But we don’t have to go in there if you don’t want to, chere.”

  Suddenly, she felt like he’d picked out a gift for her and she didn’t like it. The fact was—she might love it, she just wasn’t sure yet. She braced her hands against his chest. “Tell me something. Will it excite you? Will it do as much for you as it probably will for me?”

  He looked incredulous. “You have to ask?”

  She nodded earnestly.

  He ran his hands up her arms, stopping at her shoulders. “Baby, it’ll excite the holy hell out of me, probably more than anything ever has.” He stopped and took a deep breath, and it was clear the very idea was heating him up.

  And that was all Liz needed to know. One look into those dark, passion-filled eyes and she was more than ready to discover the pleasures that waited behind the door. Knowing it was as much for his delight as hers took away all her fear, even turned her eager. In one sense, she knew Jack so little, yet in another, she trusted him, and she wanted to share pleasure with him so much that it felt like they’d been together for a very long time. “Then I want to do it.”

  He used the crook of one finger to lift her chin. “Are you sure?”

  She nodded and felt the fresh excitement rumbling in her chest. “Very.”

  Twisting the doorknob, she walked into the room, which was small but even more
plushly furnished than the rest of the club, with a rich burgundy sofa and chair, expensive-looking lamps, and mirrors all around, on both the walls and the ceiling. Both girls sat on the sofa and smiled when Liz and Jack stepped inside. They’d put their clothes back on—the blonde in the skintight red dress that stopped sinfully high on tan thighs and was thin enough that her nipples jutted prominently through the fabric. Felicia wore the white mini and a small white Spandex blouse that tied in a knot between her bulging breasts. Both of them looked like sex on a stick.

  “Hi there,” Felicia said, tilting her head as she gazed into Liz’s eyes. “I think we met last night.”

  Liz nodded. Her breasts felt heavy, her pussy tingly, as she remembered how intimate she’d been with this woman just twenty-four hours earlier. “Yes.”

  “I’m glad you two came back for more,” she said, then motioned to the other woman, who looked like a living Barbie doll. “This is Morgan.”

  Morgan nodded hello, a sensual little cat’s smile on her red lips.

  Rising to her feet, Felicia took Liz by the hand and urged her to sit down on the couch between the two women. Jack took the chair a few feet away. Liz’s entire body pulsed with anticipation.

  Reaching toward a small sound system on a table at the sofa’s end, Felicia pushed a button, releasing soft, sexy music into the air. Only then did Liz realize she could no longer hear the sounds of the club outside the room, that the space must be soundproofed, which made it seem even more private.

  Turning to Liz, Felicia licked her lips, painted a pale, sexy pink tonight. Her eyes brimmed with seductive fire. “Just sit back and relax, sweet thing,” she said. “Let us do all the work.”

  Liz’s heart seemed to lurch as Felicia reached for the opening of Liz’s jacket. She hadn’t worn a camisole underneath, so the suit jacket was fastened from her chest to below her waist. One by one, the sexy brunette undid the buttons.

  When they were all free, Morgan slipped the jacket off from behind, the move revealing Liz’s lacy lavender bra. The cups, cut to cover only from the nipple down, held her large breasts high and firm. “Pretty,” Felicia whispered, her gaze on Liz’s chest. Then Felicia gently dug her fingers in both cups and flicked them down just enough that Liz’s nipples popped free. The quick touch had felt like a delicious lick of flames and Liz’s cunt reeled. The simple act of having her breasts exposed to the three other people in the room thrilled her deep in her womb.