This is a quick trip way-back to my first published book, that started my first series, The Reyes Family Romances--the continuing saga of the various romances enjoyed by the members of a large Hispanic family. Believe me, since this was my first book, I had NO IDEA that the supporting characters would all demand their own books. But I've learned.
Tegan O'Neill is a divorced mother of two pre-teens. Things are tight, money-wise, so she and her bestie, Pattie, run a party-planning business. One of their friends from their neighborhood sends her brother-in-law to them when he needs to plan a party for a prospective client. The party will take place in a bar, with Patti doing all of the cooking, as usual. But when the client, Alexander Reyes, asks for a stripper to appear, the ladies are at a loss. They can't afford any of the services that provide dancers like that. So over a bottle of wine, Patti talks Tegan into doing the dancing herself. She's nervous, because her ex-husband didn't find her sexy at all. But she agrees to do it--with surprising consequences!
Alejandro Reyes hasn't had much time to date lately. He generally makes it a rule to never mix business with pleasure. But rules are made to be broken.
Alexander turned around to see a woman in a trench coat and over-sized hat, along with very dark sunglasses, stride into the room, and plug in a boom box in the outlet by the door. She had long blonde hair and stilettos with four-inch heels on them, so she was an imposing figure, at over six feet tall.
Once the music started, the men doing shots at the bar noticed her, and a shocked silence fell over them, as they watched her slowly dance her way over to the center of the room. Once there, she unbuttoned her trench coat, and tossed her hat back towards the door. In time to the slow, sensuous beat of the bluesy-style music, she now slowly removed her coat, to reveal a white silky blouse, buttoned all of the way up, but thin enough for her black bra to be seen through it, barely containing her ample breasts with their hard, pointy nipples already poking through the fabric and demanding attention.
Alexander’s mouth went dry, and he could barely swallow. The other men were now moving closer, grabbing chairs to sit on, settling down to watch, fascinated, as the woman tossed the coat back to join the hat, and they saw a black leather skirt, short enough for the black garters holding up the black silk stockings, to be seen. The music now changed to the Santana song, “Black Magic Woman”, which had always been one of Alexander’s favorite songs to use to seduce women, since he had learned to do the cha-cha before he had even learned to walk.
Obviously this woman had learned from a master, since her dancing was flawlessly executed, and it was all Alexander could do to keep himself standing in one place and not rushing over to do the “dance of love” with her. As she danced, she swayed her hips, and used her hands to draw attention alternately to her hips, then to the buttons on her blouse, that she was slowly unbuttoning, one at a time, from the top down. Once she got all of the buttons undone, she teased them all by pretending to remove her blouse, flashing them with a quick view of her breasts spilling over the bra, then she put it back on to dance around some more.
By this time, the other men were making noises of excitement and enjoyment, as men usually do when they are in a group, and getting turned on together, by a scene they can’t join, but can enjoy watching. No one attempted to touch her; they seemed to know that all they could do was watch. Alexander found himself unable to move even if he had wanted to, since his erection had grown so large that his pants were too tight for him to even sit down.
The woman now tossed off her blouse, to join the hat and coat, and began to sway her hips, as she worked her hands around her abdomen, fondling herself, until she got both hands to the back of the skirt, and drew down the zipper. This movement made her breasts almost fall out of the front of the bra, and the catcalls reflected the excitement the audience was feeling, as they waited hopefully, for her naked breasts to make an appearance. The bra held its cargo in position, and the skirt was slowly drawn down, inch by inch, to reveal a black lacy thong that matched the bra. The dancer slowly stepped out of the skirt, and that was thrown over to join the other discarded clothing.
Beads of sweat were now on Alexander’s face, and he could feel them trickle down under his shirt, and run down his legs. He didn’t think it was possible for him to feel any more aroused than he already was, when the music changed again, and this time to an Arabic-sounding piece of music, that made the woman begin to belly-dance and bump and grind her hips as if she was doing a world-class pole dance, only without a pole to rub herself on.
Her breasts rose and fell with her heavy breathing, her rounded abdomen and hips begged for someone to grab them and pleasure her, and the stockings and garters only served to emphasize the long legs she was using to dance around the middle of the room. The thong left little to the imagination, and Alexander suddenly felt as if the room didn’t hold enough oxygen for him to breathe anymore. Not being able to move, or take his eyes off of the blonde temptress that he had paid for, he raised his eyes to look away from the killer body that threatened to make him embarrass himself by coming in his pants in front of men he couldn’t afford such a gaffe with.
The fact that they all seemed to be feeling the same way didn’t matter. He was the senior man here, the alpha. He was the host, and the only one who had been to strip clubs before. What shocked him the most was that this woman didn’t have the bored look that most of the strippers he had seen wore when they were dancing. She actually seemed to be as turned on by her dancing, as the men who were watching her were, and for that reason alone, she was worth every penny that she was being paid. He now shook his head, trying to clear it, as he studied her face. The dark glasses were still on, but she had a dreamy, aroused look on her face…then she smiled, in response to a hooted invitation from one of the men, and Alexander almost swallowed his own tongue, as he recognized her dimples.
Tegan was lost in the music, enjoying the fact that whenever she moved, the men appreciated it, and shouted out their encouragement. They were inviting her to “Take it off, take it all off!” She shook her head each time they yelled that at her, but she was sorely tempted to at least rip off her bra, and let them see how hot an almost-forty-year old woman could be. She slowly circled around, letting everyone in the room get a good view of her from all sides, and found herself looking directly into the smoldering eyes of the man who was responsible for her being here. Their eyes locked, and she found it impossible to look away.
She remembered that she had decided to dance as if she was trying to make the man she most wanted, so hot that he wouldn’t be able to resist her. The shock of recognition was on his face now, along with a passion deep enough for her to want to drown herself in; she slowly undulated towards him, inviting him with her arms, to join her. His eyes were almost black with arousal, and he looked dazed as he slowly began to move forward.
At that moment, she caught sight of Patti standing behind him, with her hands on her hips, and a look of warning on her face, as she slowly shook her head, mouthing, “NO! Don’t do it!”
This acted like a slap of cold water in Tegan’s face, as she realized that she was about ten seconds away from throwing herself on her client, and having real sex with him in the middle of his party, and he was ready to go along with her!
The music now changed again, and she used the blues music as a coda to her dancing, as she now slowly backed away from the center of the room, still swaying her hips, but retreating back to where her clothes were, along with the boom box, by the door. Keeping her back to the door, she bent over, grabbed all of her discarded clothing, ripped the plug out of the wall, and made a hasty exit, into the hallway.
She almost ran, as best she could in four-inch heels, down the hall to the manager’s office, where she had been allowed to change into her dancing clothes. There wasn’t anyone in the office now, and her other clothes were where she had left them, on a couch in the waiting room outside the manager’s inner office. By the light coming in from the door open to the hallway, she saw the desk where a secretary sat during the day, and she threw the boom box and the sunglasses down on the desktop and turned on a small light, then turned to go back to close the door, so she could change her clothes. She kicked off her shoes as she turned around, then she froze.
Alexander now stood in the doorway, and whether it was a trick of the light, or the apprehension she immediately felt, he seemed to take up all of the door space, and to block the light. He wordlessly entered the room and closed the door behind him.
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Copyright 2009, Fiona McGier
Note: this series is only available at Amazon, and is on Kindle Unlimited.
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