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Sweat ran down the dancer’s body. He was hot. I mean, not only was it hot, thermally, in the club, but he was sexy. So sexy. His body rolled with undulations as he ran his hand down his torso. He had me caged in with his other hand braced on the back of my chair and his legs straddled over mine.

Music throbbed in the background, but I could barely hear it. Brandy cackled next to me, and I fluctuated between panting up at the dancer, and laughing too hard. Maybe ten minutes earlier, the hard bodied slab of hunky man had been cavorting around on stage dressed like Santa Claus. God love whoever came up with the concept of a stripping Santa. And God love their promoter or manager or whomever for scheduling this performance the last free night before Christmas and family took over my life.

If I actually thought about everything from an objective perspective, this couldn’t possibly be as much of a turn on as it was, especially after he grabbed my hand and dragged my palm over his sweat slick chest and abs. Eww. But subjectively, from where I sat, I wanted to lick him, roll around on him, and get covered in his smell.

I was touching him at his behest, and my panties were trying their best to dissolve. Adrenaline pushed the buzz of my earlier daiquiri through my veins. My hand glided over his skin. Keeping his hand firmly wrapped around my wrist he sucked my fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around each digit.

“You have no idea where that’s been!” Brandy cackled some more.

“I don’t care, I know where I want it to go next.” His words were a low rumble in his chest.

My entire body quivered from the potent combination: booze, hysterics, too much adrenaline from being in the hot seat of this lap dance. I could not deny the very powerful attraction I had toward this man. His chest wasn’t the only thing slippery and wet.

When he was finished licking his sweat from my fingers he nuzzled his cheek into my palm like a big Tom cat seeking any attention he could get. With his eyes closed, for a second, I could almost convince myself he liked my touch. But this was all part of the show, just as I suspected that little snowflake tattoo, high on his perfect cheekbone, was.

He opened his eyes again, and this time when his gaze met mine, they pierced me with their perfect, icy blueness. So pale, so cold, so fucking sexy. Another full body undulation and then he skimmed down my lap, dragging his hands along my thighs as he stepped away. I got a great view of his ass, perfect and square with firm muscles as he spun, twerked it up at me, and then he danced away.

“Ah, ah.” I collapsed, sliding down my chair a bit. My heart pounded and I gasped for breath. Was it the closeness and the lusty hormones surging through me or the embarrassed laughter that had me breathless? Did it matter? I panted like I was struggling on a StairMaster.

“He was so sweaty,” Brandy was still laughing. “Do you have more ones? We need another lap dance!”

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Publish Date: December 9, 2025 by Moon Tan Press
Book 3 of 3: Holiday Strippers
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