Magic Mike will be in theaters June 29. I think it's about male strippers? Right? (lol) Are you going to see it? I think I have to - you know - for research. The things I do for my craft.I thought I'd share a snippet from Love By Design since Russ moonlights as a stripper for the Thunder Down Under Male Revue.
Enjoy!
Riley high fived him as he came
off. The MC began Russ’s introduction, “Ladies, the next man has the right tool
for the job.”
The music queued. Joe Cocker’s “You Can
Leave Your Hat On” blared out. Russ hit the stage, flipping the screwdriver
like it was a six-shooter before holstering it in his tool belt. The sound of
the women was deafening and the beat of the music was hard to discern for a
moment. He slowly danced his way over to Victoria’s spot. Russ slipped off his
flannel shirt inch by inch to the words wishing Victoria was taking off her
clothes along with him.
Stop thinking about her. Concentrate on
the performance. The spotlight followed him as he approached the VIP
seating and he got an up-close look at the disguised Victoria. While she was
smoking as a blonde, he disliked the violet colored contacts that hid her soul.
He couldn’t tell what she was thinking. Feeling. She wasn’t screaming and
hooting like the rest of the women. Did she like it? Or did she want to run out
of the place? He wasn’t about to bring anyone else up. Russ was too smart to do
that.
He grabbed a strategically placed chair
and put it on the stage. Reaching his hand out to her, he motioned with the
other for her to jump up. Her eyes widen and adamantly shook her head no, but
Ava was already pushing her up.
The contact of her hand in his sent a jolt
through him. He desperately wanted to escape the theater to be alone with her.
Instead they were going to be exhibitionists, touching and caressing each other
in front of an audience. In turned him on knowing he was going to go home with
her, while everyone else thought they were strangers acting out a part.
Russ sat her down and put her hand
directly onto his abs, gyrating hips as the song continued. With brows furrowed
in concentration and a slight tug of her bottom lip with her teeth, Victoria
explored his abs like an archaeologist unearthing a newly uncovered statue.
Thank God the thong was so tight it kept his erection from being too obvious.
He hoped he could still say that when his pants came off.
He smiled when she didn’t seem to know
what to do next. Usually by this time the selected woman would’ve groped every
part of his body, unbuckling his tool belt and letting it drop to the floor in
a thud. So he went through the process himself, taking her hands along his
body, then he undid the belt and held the two ends with his hands and grinded
to the beat of the music. Her touch unleashed feelings in him that he did not
recognize.
He wished her hands would explore lower. No
wait. Bad, bad, idea. The thong could only hold so much back. He laughed as
his gaze met hers. He saw lust, yes, but there was also a hint of
confusion.
Did she think he picked her at random?
That he was doing this to some unknown female? Perhaps thinking about those
other woman he had? But what she couldn’t know was none of those other women
mattered. Just her. He wanted her to enjoy the moment. Maybe it was time to let
her know he recognized her. He bent down close to her ear. Felt rather than
heard the catch of her breath.
“I’d
know you anywhere, cupcake.”
Maybe, next week I'll share a little bit of Victoria's POV...
