Peyton's night at the strip club on WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup

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 –  Peyton's night at the strip club


Glancing round the neighborhood, he took a quick inventory of a gas station on his right, a couple of homes that hadn't cut their lawn cut in years, two empty lots filled with rotting garbage and a liquor store on the far opposite corner. Kinda looks like where I grew up. And that pretty much sucked.
He grabbed the bar's door handle and stepped inside. The bar area was dark with a few patrons. The majority of the light came from the bar or the flickering TV. He crossed the room and sat at a table facing the front of the stage.A gum-chewing waitress asked him what he wanted. He ordered a beer. A movement on stage caught his attention. He didn't know where to look first. His gaze jumped from the arch of her foot in the red heels, to the mounds of exposed breasts above her bra, to the toned legs that tantalizingly ended at the edge of her black leather thong. When the music started, she half turned. A jolt shot through him and straight to his cock, which jumped to attention. The curve of her ass was a vision. He wanted to trickle his fingers over it. Run his tongue up it. His hands ached to cup the cheeks. She spun around and twisted upside down, righted herself and reversed the direction of her spin. Peyton couldn't remove his gaze. His beer landed on the table. He grabbed a bill from his wallet. The waitress left with a spring in her step. He half wondered if he'd just paid her with a hundred dollar bill.The dancer lifted her foot, placed it on the pole, and then pulled herself flat against it. Peyton swallowed back a moan as the vision of her doing the same thing to him filled his head. The thought of her groin smacking into his… he breathed deep. Calm your jets, dude.When she tossed her head to the left, her long red hair shifted and exposed a black, intricately designed tattoo on her right shoulder. He thought tattoos were cliché and old school, but this one made his cock ache. The design was unidentifiable from his seat. He wanted to get closer, explore, and discover the secret of it. In a flash, the hair was back, and the tattoo hidden.When he refocused on the performer, she'd flipped herself around and was spinning back to the pole with her crotch aimed outward. A shiver bolted up his spine. Those long legs spread wide. He could lose himself for an hour inching his way from ankle to heaven. With a bang, she stopped spinning and dropped to the floor, legs splayed out to the sides. She lifted and dropped her hips as if humping the floor. He brushed the sweat off his brow and then shifted. His erection pressed uncomfortably against his tight jeans.Then it happened. The moment he knew he was lost. She lifted her head and their gazes met. She smiled. At him. There was no one around him. He knew the look was for him. He was a realist. He didn't believe in all that love at first sight crap. But something in those dark eyes spoke to him. He was hooked. He needed to get to know this woman. To bed her. To satisfy an ache that was beyond just physical.What the hell was he doing here? He'd run from this life and found a better one.



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