First Look at FL.E.S.H. on WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup April 15

Welcome to Erotic Notions and WIP It Up Wednesday. This snippet is a from my erotic contemporary billionaire story – FL.E.S.H.
Scene Set – This is the opening scene


FL. E. S .H.Flame's Electrifying Sexy HeatA Billionaire Story II
Flame slithered her fingertips down the cold metal pole. Thick. Hard. Erect. She coiled her fingers around it and locked gazes with the man in the NY Yankees ball cap. She flicked her wrist up and down the long metal shaft. He blinked. She jacked the pole several more times, and then kicked off and spun. Wrapping her legs around it, she pressed her crotch against the pole and arched back, hands supporting her on the stage. She smiled in Baseball Cap Guy's direction, and then ran her tongue in a circle around her lips.He closed his eyes, groaned, and visibly shuddered.Want me, don't you? You creepy bastard. Biting her bottom lip to hide the smirk threatening to adhere to her lips, Flame pushed off the stage, grabbed the pole, threw her legs outward, and swung. She planted her feet wide apart on the floor, reached back overhead, gripped the metal rod, and, moving hand over hand, bent backward until her head was low between her legs. She could imagine the look on the Yankee fan's face and the effect of staring directly at her crotch was having on him. She loved tormenting the baseball fan. Most of the men who frequented the bar were out looking for a night away from their life. Baseball Cap Guy was the stereotypical lowlife who hung out in strip clubs and bars, and she played on that. She'd writhe, moan, and pose, offering him the sexual fantasy he'd come to LEATHER-ICIOUS for.The music pounded out the closing chords of the song. Flame straightened, pushed off the stage, and with her legs spread wide, circled the pole three times. As the last note sounded, she dropped her feet to the floor, slid out to full side splits, lay forward, resting her chest on the stage, and released a sexually tinged sigh.Applause scattered through the bar. It was Thursday and early, not a lot of customers. Flame stood and sashayed back to the dressing room. She didn't have to look back. She knew all eyes watched her thonged ass wiggle.The din of the music in the bar dulled as she stepped into the dressing room. Flame smiled at the other dancers as she made her way through a mess of makeup tables and garment racks. Being a quieter night at the club, most of the tables were empty. Four other performers tucked themselves into tight leather costumes, strapping on ridiculously high heels or applying finishing touches to their makeup.She plopped onto her chair, stretched her right leg up, and rested her ankle on the edge of her makeup table."Big crowd?" Cotton Candy, the wild-haired, blonde stripper sitting at the makeup table next to her, raised an eyebrow.Flame unbuckled the strap on her red six-inch stiletto and let it drop to the floor. She massaged her arch, then her toes, and snorted. "Thursday night? In East Millburg? During the playoffs? Maybe fifteen guys. Tops.""More importantly," Fantasia peeked over the top of the mirror, "what shirt was Baseball Cap Guy wearin'?"Flame lowered her right foot and lifted her left leg before unbuckling her other shoe. "His white Harley Davidson one."Dressed in her white leather nurse outfit, Fantasia pulled an envelope off the message board and opened it. "And the winner is… damn. Flame, it's you again."Flame reached out her hand for the prize money. "Ten dollars? Wow. A whole lot closer to that yacht I'm gonna buy."Cotton Candy giggled. "When you do get your yacht, where are you gonna go? And can I come?"Flame closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip. The fantasy of getting out of the club and getting away from the life was a dream each girl held. They spent way too many nights getting drunk and telling lies of what they'd do when they told Ass Wipe, Frankie their boss, what he could do with his club. But the pay was acceptable, and it was a job. With so much depending on the money earned each night, leaving was hard.She popped her eyes open and placed her hand on Cotton Candy's knee. "I'm gonna take that yacht down into the warm Caribbean and tie it up near some deserted island. And yes, you can come. 'Cause I'm going to need help keeping my all male crew in line. A girl does need her beauty sleep.""Cotton Candy, you're on!" The boss's voice boomed over the noise.She stood. "If only it would happen.""Someday it will." Flame patted Cotton Candy's butt cheek as she passed by. "Now you go out there and make creepy old Baseball Cap Guy cream his jeans. He had a raging hard on when I left."




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