Page 6 of First Time Rush
Her glossy, sable hair falls to the middle of her back, shiny enough I can practically see my own outline in it. Not the onlycontrast between us. She’s a head taller, my face is more cherub than Kate Moss, and I fill out every available inch of my clothes.
Mind you, that doesn't stop me from sampling all the yummy goodness of what I bake. Besides, it's not like I'm ever going to actually date. My future has been decided, and Victor shows about as much interest in me as a chunk of broken concrete.
"Well, I'm going to show you anyway." I spin the volume knob up and the funky 1970s Rick James jam fills the twelve-foot ceilings of my bedroom.
I strut away from her at first, practicing my most provocative walk, then trip over some invisible obstacle, recover, spin on my heel, and head toward her.
She's still facing away from me, so I grab the handles on the back of her chair, spinning her around to view my onslaught of awesome. I know strippers wear high heels, but I don't have any. I'll figure that out as I go. My plan has some holes as big as the Grand Canyon, but I shall overcome.
I barely hit the five-foot mark and have more fluff than any self-respecting stripper would strut, but I've got determination for days. Leah may have hit the genetic jackpot on looks, but I've got tenacity, and hopefully that'll be enough.
"Oh my gawd." Leah shakes her head as I step back, twist around, and give her my best come-hither look over my shoulder as I gyrate my hips. "Stoooooopppppp. It."
"I just can't stop. I got the music in me." I sing-song and shimmy as Rick starts extolling the wonders of a very kinky girl.
Forty-five minutes to bus time. Forty-five minutes until I'm a stripper.
I shimmy harder.
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My dick is rising from the dead, and I haven't even reached her yet.
She's tapping her foot like she'd rather be anywhere else, and all I want to do is sink my teeth into the soft place where her neck meets her shoulder and leave a mark there for everyone to see. She reaches up and takes out the ponytail on top of her head as she looks around at the other girls milling about.
Her cheeks bloom pink to match her shoes. I never noticed pink was a beautiful color until right now.
Pink.
I repeat the word inside my head. It's not just a color anymore, it's her. Sweet and hot and girlish with a softness that's making it hard to think. Maybe white isn’t my favorite color anymore.
Pink.
Behind the bar, Henry keeps glancing over at her, and I snap my hand in the air and catch his attention.
"Yeah, boss?" He smiles and bobs his eyebrows, tipping his head in her direction like we're on the same page.
Instead of taking the five steps I need to get in front of her, I shift right, lean over the slick black-granite bar, and jab a finger into Henry's chest.
"Go down there," I growl, motioning with my eyes for the opposite end of the bar.
"What?" He rubs behind his ear and frowns. His eyes flick sideways toward her again, and my head starts to buzz and pound.
"Don't fucking look at her again. Get the fuck down to the other end of the bar before I introduce your ass to the unemployment line. Go!"
He eyes me quizzically, but his feet are moving where I told him, so I refocus on the little doe that has my dick ready to shoot off without even a touch. I slip the Polaroids into my shirt pocket and straighten up.
Her wavy auburn hair and silver-gray eyes are already burned into me like a white-hot brand. I've never had this kind of reaction to a woman. I want her right fucking now. I want to shut the fucking place down and pin her under me until she surrenders, and my cum is dripping from her.
This from a man who'd accepted he might never feel this again. Now I'm sixteen again, raging hormones and a hard-on I can't will down. The rest of the room falls away, and I've got tunnel vision. This tiny, luscious cherub is in my crosshairs.
My fingertips are tingling where I held her picture. I know that's fucking strange, but rational thought has packed up and left. I need her alone, and I need her to know who she belongs to.
I turn toward the two other girls waiting for their chance, standing a good six feet away, and tell them there will be no interviews tonight. They both give me a nasty snort, but I don't give a shit. I'm already turned around, eyes back on her.
Allister comes up from behind and taps me on the shoulder.
