Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 122896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 614(@200wpm)___ 492(@250wpm)___ 410(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 614(@200wpm)___ 492(@250wpm)___ 410(@300wpm)
The opening group dance wasn’t complicated. It was made up of body rolls, strutting across the stage, hip thrusts, leaping into the air and then dropping to the stage in a dolphin dive before humping the floor.
While they did all of that and more for the first song, Nick and Abby brought out eight chairs and set them in a line as Finn and the guys spread out around the thrust stage, doing their best to keep the women’s focus on them.
Once the chairs were in place, the manager and his assistant went down onto the floor and, one by one, picked women from the audience waving fistfuls of cash and assisted them onto the stage. Once all the women were seated, the dancers circled them as a group before standing behind one of the eight chairs.
Closer by Nine Inch Nails began to blast from the speakers. That was their cue to move into the next dance.
In a synchronized move, they all removed their hard hats, placed them on the heads and leaned over their assigned woman, slowly running their hands up her body, from her knees all the way up to her chest. When they clamped their hands over their tits and shook them, the women on stage laughed and squealed.
Finn didn’t get why these women enjoyed getting felt up by strangers. On any other normal work day, he’d be taking a sexual assault report.
But, whatever. They paid for this. They gave their consent by buying a ticket, walking through the front door and volunteering to join them up on the stage.
One by one, each dancer removed the hard hat from the woman’s head while Nick walked behind the line, collecting them to take off-stage.
With coordinated timing, the strippers removed their vests in a slow but sexy manner, threw them to the back of the stage, then, in an exaggerated walk, circled their assigned chair until they were standing in front of the women.
In a synchronized move, they propped their right boot onto the edge of the chair, did a body roll from head to hips and added two sharp hip thrusts before dropping their boot back to the floor. They then turned around and straddled her thighs.
When Finn’s lap dance volunteer did a reach-around, trying to pull him down onto her lap, he gently removed her hands and placed them back on her own thighs so he could get through the next part of the dance without her interfering.
Or neutering him.
Every move the dancers made was calculated, including slowly sliding their white tank tops up their torsos and playing peek-a-boo with their cut abs and Adonis belts, before ripping the cheap undershirts in half, swinging the shredded fabric over their heads several times and tossing them into the crowd for the audience to fight over.
Once they were shirtless, the women on stage began to get handsy by sliding their hands up and down their oiled torsos, grabbing ass cheeks, some even squeezing the dancers’ crotches.
Finn danced as best as he could, all while being groped.
As one, all eight dancers turned and faced the crowd, doing chest and hip pops, as well as hip grinding, along with body rolls and the typical moves most male strippers did. One at a time, they removed their belts, swinging them around, doubling them up and snapping the leather together high up in the air, then they stepped behind the chairs again, hooking the belts around the women’s throats, pretending they were going to choke them. They didn’t, of course, even though one of the women screamed, “That’s it! Choke me, baby!”
Jesus.
They slid the leather sensually over the women’s necks before chucking the belts behind them for Nick to gather.
Burn It to the Ground by Nickelback came next on the playlist. They continued to work the seated ladies as they danced, eventually yanking off their tear-away pants and stripping all the way down to their jock straps.
Heavy black construction boots and jock straps was quite the fucking fashion statement, but it was no surprise that the women couldn’t care less. The ear-piercing screams proved they loved every damn second, even though they’d probably give a man the side-eye if he only wore that get-up outside of a strip club.
Nick ran back out on stage and handed each woman a water pistol. The dancers then spun their assigned chair around so the women’s backs were to the crowd while the guys faced them.
Still in their boots, they perched carefully on the seat’s edge, grabbed the women’s heads with both hands and thrusted their man-meat directly into their faces to the beat of the song.
The second they paused and leaned back, the women took aim and shot water at their crotches until the thin, white fabric was soaked and practically see-through.
Not even two minutes later, with water dripping down Finn’s legs and puddling at his feet, they spun the chairs around and straddled the women’s thighs again but in reverse this time, so both the women and the dancers faced the crowd.