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Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: Bad girls dream ... kinky girls do in this mini-anthology by Michelle Houston. Your Attention Please: Angela is an exhibitionist, which makes her job as a stripper perfect for her. She really likes it when her boyfriend watches the crowd's reaction to her, because she knows that afterwards he will have to reassert his claim on her. And he does, in a delicious way perfect for her exhibitionist nature. Chasing Her Dream: Lydia had just one wish for her birthday--to be sexually dominated. Her boyfriend couldn't handle the job, and ended their relationship over it. Luckily for her, her best friend Shawn was more than willing and able to fulfill her fantasy. She just has to run first ... and trust him to chase her. Bound In Love: Yvette and her husband Brett have always been open about their sexual needs and desires. But after she was raped (which she never told him about since he was deployed out of the country) she isn't certain if she can confess her greatest fantasy, to be bound and dominated. She finds, thanks to her therapist, that not living out her fantasies is worse than his reaction could ever be. All About Trust: Melissa had finally found the perfect lover in Gregory. He is attentive, patient, and more than capable and willing to dominate her sexually.
eBook Publisher: Phaze, 2007
eBookwise Release Date: July 2007

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [60 KB]
Words: 13212
Reading time: 37-52 min.

There was no way around it, Angela was an attention slut. Shaking her tits in guys faces, and letting them slip money into her g-string got her hotter than Nevada in July. The loud, throbbing music always got her going, as it washed over and through her. She selected her music carefully, knowing just what will allow her to show off her body in the best light.

As she watched Bethany, a new girl, stumble up the steps behind the stage to observe her act, Angela tossed her a knowing smile. "Relax, kid. You'll knock them dead."

Bethany smiled shyly in response. She was kind of cute. "I'm not sure that I can do this."

Unfortunately, she was definitely too timid. "You know ballet, right?" Angela continued at Bethany's nod. "Then you already know how to captivate an audience. That'll give you an edge. Just remember, they're here to watch you, not the other way around. They're paying to see your body, so you own them. Use them and walk away. Make them want more. It's what I do."

"...And now, here's our luscious Chantal, for her last set of the night." The voice of the DJ echoed throughout the back room.

"That's my cue." With a flirtatious wave, Angela pushed through the curtains and stepped onto the stage.

As it always did, the light blinded her for a moment. It was the perfect time for a dramatic pause. She could feel the gaze of the audience as if it were a living entity, caressing all over her body; they would be admiring her assets, their minds comparing her to the girls who had gone on before.

She knew the picture she posed: long blonde hair, slim waist and very ample breasts. As her eyes adjusted to the lights, she strutted out onto the stage. With each step her peek-a-boo lace corset tightened against her torso, her skirt brushing against her thighs. A line from Pretty Woman always ran through her mind: "Work it, girl. Work it, work it." That's what she always tried to do.

Across the room, Darren stood waiting, as he did every night she danced. Their gazes met, and she tossed him a smile before looking away. A shiver raced down her spine, as she moved across the stage. She could feel his gaze following her as he leaned up against the wall, his muscular arms folded across his broad chest.

Looking out at the audience, she focused her attention on a spot just above their heads as she danced around the stage. Dropping to her knees, she occasionally spread her legs, a special treat for those who were seated close to the stage.

There was an art to stripping that many never seemed to master. It wasn't about flawless movements and all the fancy shit that you see in the movies. Although she loved Flashdance, she knew what a disservice it did to many strippers. The audience for the most part doesn't care about the theatrics. They want to see tits and ass. And it's the strippers' job to give it to them.

The song ended and another began, flowing almost seamlessly together. The DJ and Angela had worked together long enough to get the music for her set perfected. As the beat slowed slightly, she lifted her hands to the waist of her skirt, pausing seductively. Hoots and hollers came from the audience. Egged on, she untied the ribbon that held it closed and on her. Grabbing the edges as it started to fall free; she pulled it open and turned her back, looking coyly over her shoulder. They were eating it up. Tonight was definitely going to be a lucrative night.