Chapter 8

Gaze locked on a shadowed corner of the main room, Daisy gulped as her nipples hardened.

Her husband’s ghostly silhouette. Those watching eyes. Dan’s gentle smile.

Geoff had yet to figure out why that particular light was always out. Each time he fixed it; replacing bulbs, swapping the fixture out for another, or even calling an electrician, she sabotaged it.

That was her husband’s corner. He sat in the darkness, shiny irises gleaming over a dripping mug of frothy beer. Sure, sometimes there were people around him in the booth. On slow nights, he was alone. But he was always there, watching her dance.

And watching as they played with her. She never fucked. Nope. Not again. Not without him.

Yet, just as she smiled, a shiver sped along her spine. That guy. From the café. The glimmer in his eyes, noting her rapid breathing. The gentle touch of his soft hand.

“God, I miss Dan’s fingers,” she whispered while shoving a chair into place.

And the way her husband held her. So tight. Even after ... She gulped at the memory of the motel. Would that van Dienst guy hold her like Dan? While gnawing her lips, she spun at the sound of the band sauntering inside from the rear entrance. After quick nods and appraising scans of her outfit, they headed for the stage.

The night turned out as predicted. Within an hour of the conference center closing, The Hoot was packed with rowdy attendees. Although they were better dressed than the usual patrons, their eyes and hands still wandered. Geoff let them get good and loosened up before dimming the lights. After a swift grin at her, he signaled the band to play the first sultry tune.

“Now, what you’ve all been waiting for,” he said into a microphone. “Some extra special entertainment. A few of you...” He laughed, then nodded at her as she eased from the fingers on her thigh. “Well, a lot of you have already met Daisy. Here she is. Our very own dancing Hoot of a Hottie!”

As soon as he gestured at her, she pranced, hips swaying and tits swinging, towards the stage. Shelly smiled at her while leading a flush-faced man with tented trousers to the restroom.

On the far side of the room, Kennedy was sliding from a guy’s fingers. But she was grinning. And flipping her tiny skirt upwards as she passed ever so close, but not quite near enough to more hands.

“Yeah, quite the little tease,” Daisy whispered while climbing the steps with slower hip-sways synced to the music.

Thus far that night, they’d worked as a well-oiled machine. But when she caught Geoff’s lingering gaze, her chest tightened. Gay or not, he appreciated beautiful women. They heated up the business. That’s what he’d said when hiring her. Well, she was about to ramp the heat into the stratosphere.

With a beaming smile, she twirled her hips while crossing the stage, giving the roaring crowd a view of her already dampening panties. As if it wasn’t obvious enough, she was again doing what she loved. Amid intensifying claps and cheers, her smile widened. As the band leaned into the sexy tune, the cool air-conditioning did little to chill the heat building deep inside her.

“Showtime,” she whispered as the lights tracked her rhythmic bumping and grinding.

Gaze wandering to the shadowed corner, she lost herself in the music. Teeth biting her lips and sweat trickling, she teased. Playing at untying the blouse or easing her fingers into the skirt’s waistband as if to strip it away. Ever louder, the crowd reacted, becoming frenzied. As the room blurred beneath those blazing lights, the audience’s roaring thumped against her heaving chest.

Beyond the brightness, time and again, Shelly led more patrons to the rear. In mid-sway, Daisy gulped, and her heartbeat soared.

Kennedy ... Dear, sweet little Kennedy was frozen. Glossy irises on Daisy, she stood trembling and legs wide. Beside her, a navy-suited woman laughed as her hand wandered under the redhead’s skirt. Just as Kennedy shuddered and her deep green eyes widened, Daisy lost sight of her while bending at the waist with a languid swirl.

“Wow. That’s what it’d taken?” she whispered as the musicians switched tunes.

After all those months working there, the sleek redhead had simply needed a woman’s softer touch. Daisy gulped. Memories of Lana slithered into focus, pulsing in time with the music. Others, from her college years arrived. Plus, that girl in high school, the one the sharp-nailed cheerleader had resembled.

When she found a dark-haired woman in a pink silk blouse and gray skirt seated at the edge of the stage, she swallowed again. While swaying upside down between her spread legs, she held the brunette’s vivid blue eyes.

When the woman’s gaze drifted upwards, the thick lipstick on her shiny red lips pulled apart. Playful, Daisy’s fingers eased the hem aside, giving those stunning sapphires a clearer view of taut lace. While sporting a wide grin, the pink-clad woman nodded as a guy spoke into her ear.

After returning the smile, Daisy straightened. Tease, not taunt. Not like Cheeser and Skink. Or Lana, as well, perhaps. Skirt once more covering at least part of her, she spun away to the intensifying music. From the shadows, Shelly stumbled, reappearing from the men’s room. Behind her, a pair of smiling, red-faced men were slipping back into their suit jackets.

“Okay, time for the big show,” Daisy whispered before twirling once again.

As the band played on, she cupped the top beneath her jiggling breasts to louder hooting. With stiff nipples scratching the thin material, she flicked another glance at Dan’s corner.

“Wish you could see me, babe,” she murmured while finding the aching stems with her nails. “Mmm, I miss you.”

After closing her eyes, she lifted the blouse. Cool air swirled around her tight stems. As the crowd roared and clapping echoed across the packed floor towards Dan’s shadowed face, his smile appeared. Heart flooding with warmth and with tingles roaming her shaking frame, she swayed in a slow circle. After finishing, she re-tied the blouse to loud booing. But a playful flick of her tongue and pursing her glossy lips brought back the laughter and clapping.

At a shaky click-clack on the stage and soft fingers sliding onto her hips, she jolted. After a quick spin, she found herself face-to-face with the blue-eyed woman. When supple hands skimmed her bare midriff to settle on her swaying rear, Daisy reacted. No thought, just moved. With a groan, she swept her arms around the woman’s silk-covered back.

Soon the music, and the catcalls, became muffled as they danced. No, with those azure pools gleaming at her, it was more than simply dancing. Short, brown hair swirling behind her shoulders, the woman, cheeks flushed, pushed her hips forward, pressing tighter. As the waxy lipstick in the corners of her lips stretched, the heat of her whimpering breath seared Daisy’s face.

Under the hammering of the woman’s heart as her full chest mashed into Daisy’s, the room blurred. Those lips—so shiny. So full. Just like Lana’s perfect mouth at the party. In the hot tub. The way they’d skimmed her as Cheeser’s horny wife had caressed, teased, and played amid those wondrous pounding jets.

A hungry whimper slid from Daisy when the woman clutched her rear, pulling them tighter together. Stronger flutters flooding her, she flicked her gaze to the dark corner. Dan hadn’t been at the party. He’d not seen Lana and her amid the swirling waters and wispy steam.