The Substitute Stripper (2 page)

“
I don’t know. But the only strippers I found online were off the mountain. I guess there isn’t much work for one in a town of three-hundred people.”

She stared at her bottle, swirling the water around as he
r thoughts wandered. She’d bet Ash didn’t know how she put herself through art school. And if he did, he wouldn’t have the nerve to ask her to help. But no, that would be a really bad idea. She shoved the thought aside.

Ash opened his laptop and began tapping keys. He had to be hunting for entertainment. She remembered the look on his face
when he mentioned his ex-wife, and how he hadn’t been good enough for her. He really wanted to make an impression on his friends, let them see he was more than a gamer boy.

This was important to him.
If she had any heart at all, she would help. He might not even accept her offer. But she had to ask. “Um, Ash? If you don’t find another stripper, I have an idea.”

He looked up, his expression blank. She stood, set down her water and straightened her sweater as she walked toward him.
“Did I ever tell you how I put myself through college?”

Shaking his head, he asked,
“What does that have to do with the party?”

Should she do it? It couldn
’t hurt. Grabbing the hem of her sweater in both hands, she lifted it over her head and tossed it in his face. Strutting closer, she turned his chair, planted her hands on the arms and leaned forward, allowing her breasts to practically fall out of her demi-bra. “I was a stripper.”

Ash
’s gaze locked on her breasts and he appeared to stop breathing. She’d always been proud of her D-cup implants. Best investment she ever made. Even after she quit dancing and got a “real” job, she loved the way her clothes fit. She was tall enough to carry them off without looking plastic, and her tiny waist made them look that much bigger.

When he still didn
’t speak, Bree stood and reached behind her back for the hooks of her bra. “Should I show you a sample routine?”

He shook his head.
“No, God no. If you do that I won’t make it to the party.” He glanced at his watch. “I don’t have much choice but to use you.”

Ouch. T
hat was payback for her lack of excitement when he asked her to come with him to the wedding. “Well, hey, I don’t want to spoil the party.”

With a confused frown, he
shook his head. “No, no way would you spoil anything. The guys will love you.”

“
That’s a good thing, isn’t it?”

Ash pushed back his chair and walked away from her.
“Yeah. I guess.”

Picking up her sweater and holding it in front of her breasts, she tried to figure him out.
“If you’d rather I didn’t...I mean, I guess you don’t want everyone to see me strip tonight and then I show up as your date tomorrow. That wouldn’t impress anyone.”

He laughed.
“Well, yeah, it would impress the fuck out of the guys but they’d never admit it.”

“
But it would make Jillian think you’d turned out exactly like she expected. Frat boy dates stripper girl.”

His smile was sweet. She walked over to him, took his chin in her hands and leaned closer. Pressing her lips to his, she tasted the mint of his gum on his breath. He kissed her back gently, but with re
strained passion she sensed just beyond her reach.

When she pulled away
, his eyes were smoky. He took a breath. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“
Are you sure you want me to? It’s your call, Ash.” Before he could answer, an idea hit her. “Wait. How long do I have to get ready?”

“
About an hour and a half.”

“
Perfect! They’ll never recognize me as your date tomorrow.”

Taking a step back, he looked down her figure and back up again.
“Somehow I can’t believe that. Maybe if you wore a fat suit tomorrow.”

She laughed.
“I’m serious. It’ll work. Is it a plan?”

“
I guess it is.”

Ash double-checked the DVD-player and movies one more time and raked his hair back off his face. He was crazy for letting Bree strip for them tonight. What was he thinking? He could care less what Jillian thought of his date being a stripper. He
’d grown past that point a long time ago when he accepted his artistic talent as valuable. He had a job doing what he loved. He made damned-good money. In a few years, he could think about looking for an art director position if he decided to.

No, Jillian didn
’t play into his thoughts at all where Bree was concerned. How was he going to handle it when his friends began sniffing after her? Pawing at her? Shit. He didn’t want to share.

Hell, it had taken him four months to get the courage to even ask her out
. She was so fucking hot, he lost the nerve any time he tried to suggest anything more than drinks with the crowd from work.

And now he was letting his buddies have first crack at her?
Fuck no
.

Yeah, that would make the party one to remember, if he policed the entire night making the guys keep their hands to themselves.
His friends would never let him live it down. Ash needed to suck up and be a man about it. Trust that if she were interested in him, she’d be going back to his room at the end of the night and not someone else’s.

The door opened, letting in a blast of cold air and
raucous laughter. Mark and the ushers were there. “It’s party time,” Ash yelled.

Chris answered with a howl. Ash turned up the music as the others headed to the bar. The porno movies played silently
on the big screen in the background while the guys laughed and toasted Mark.

Ash repeatedly glanced at his watch and worried that Bree would back out. Or that she
’d show up. He wasn’t sure which was worse. Everyone seemed to be having fun. Just seeing each other after four years made for good times.

Their voices had gotten louder after a few drinks as everyone loosened up. A total of eight guys were there, not
including the bartender. A few guests probably hadn’t wanted to make the snowy drive in the dark, and he assumed they wouldn’t be coming.

Just when he was about to step outside and call her, Bree slipped in the door.
In the dim lighting, Ash had to look twice to be certain it was really Bree. She’d curled her hair into tight coils. All those luscious miles of dark blonde locks tossed about her head in wild abandon. He sucked in a breath. Even with her heavy coat on, she was a knockout.

Her green eyes were heavily lined, her
eye shadow darker than he’d seen her use before and it made them even more beautiful. She looked like she walked out of a photo shoot. Ash walked over to her, trying hard not to grin like a horny teenager. “You made it.”

“
Did you doubt me?” She tipped her head slightly. Even with her smile he could see her lips were slightly fuller that at work, and they sparkled in the moody light of the lodge.

“
Never.” As he said it, he realized it was true. He trusted her at her word.

“
Hey, who’s your friend?” Will, Mark’s cousin shouted over the din.

Ash looked at Bree.
“You ready?”

“
Cue the lights. I’m on.” She began to strut toward the guys as she unbuckled the belt of her coat. Ash watched from behind, taking in the expressions on his friends’ faces. The widened eyes. And the dropping jaws when she whipped open her coat.

With her feet spread, she rolled her hips. Pulling a sucker from her pocket, she ripped the wrapper off with her teeth and popped the candy in her mouth.

Pivoting on her heels, she took off her coat and tossed it to Ash. His eyes practically popped out of their sockets. She wore a tiny nightgown, red satin triangles over her breasts and barely-there fabric falling below. Another tiny triangle of satin covered her below. From the way Perry licked his lips while staring at her ass, Ash decided it must be a thong.

Ash set
her coat on a chair. He wanted closer to the action. He followed Bree as she moved in front of the big screen TV where some actor was pumping deep into a young actress’s bare pussy. No one seemed to be watching the movie.

Ash had never seen Bree dance, with or without clothes. She could probably make a living at it fully dressed, he decided.
She must have made a fortune stripping.

Her hips swayed and teased. She offered glimpses of her ass, bent to show off her breasts, all without removing a stitch of clothing. Not that she had on m
uch more than a few stitches. His friends cheered and tossed out lewd comments, dropping into chairs in front of her. They pushed Mark’s chair out in front, but there was too much noise for Ash to hear exactly what they said to Bree.

Ash sat to the side of the group, wanting to be able to get to Br
ee quickly if needed. He trusted his friends, but he got her into this mess and was going to see her safely back out of it.

Bree moved in on Mark, running a finger across his lips, then taking his hand and placing it on her breast. As he squeezed, Ash
’s cock jumped. He almost called everything off right then. His best friend was copping a feel before Ash ever got the chance.

Shit, this was a bad idea. Why had he said yes?

The guys cheered and he realized Bree had pulled off her nightie. Her beautiful breasts bounced as she danced, then she shimmied and sent them shaking. Her hands cupped them, kneaded a bit before sliding across her ribs and hips. She turned her back to them and peered over her shoulder as she teased Mark by slowly lowering the thin string that held up her panties.

Ash could barely draw a breath. Her butt was so tight, two pale mounds of firm flesh begging to be squeezed. Kissed. Nipped. Man, what he wanted to do to that ass
...

Bending slowly, her legs straight and slightly parted, Bree pulled her thong down her and stepped out of it. As she stood and faced the guys, flashing her hairless body in their faces, she twirled her panties on one finger before tossing them to Ash.

Surprisingly, h
e caught them and held them to his nose. She was sure he was too dumbstruck to move, sitting there with his mouth slightly open and his eyes glazed over. He tucked the panties in his pants pockets and she wondered if she’d ever see them again.

I
t was hard to focus on the groom when she wanted to jump Ash’s body. She pretended it was his hands playing with her breasts. Bending forward, she lowered one breast above Mark’s mouth, keeping her nipple just out of reach. He laughed and his tongue flicked up and contacted skin.

It was time to really freak them out. Set the tone for the evening.
She pranced a few feet away, and with her back to the men, got into the music completely. She rolled her hips to the beat, shook her ass, and reached behind to run her fingers up her crack. Catcalls and cheers rang out.

Slowly she turned to face Mark. Dropped one hand behind her
, and arched until her hand hit the ground. With her knees wide open, she took the sucker from her mouth and lowered it to her pussy.

The guys grew quiet as she stroked herself with the wet candy. The act did nothing for her own libido, but imagining what the men felt
, the blood rushing to their hard, throbbing cocks, made her wet. She carefully inserted the sucker into her pussy, rolled it once and took it out.

Rising to her feet, she looked at Mark, whose eyes widened. She sauntered to him, the
candy held before her, and pressed it to his lips. He grinned and opened for her.

Cheers rang out. Bree looked at Ash’s dumbstruck smile and
she hoped he was as pleased as he looked. If not, she’d make it up to him later.

Normally
, when she danced, the attention she received never seemed to get her very excited. Tonight, knowing Ash watched, she found her insides pulsing in time to the music. Heat pooled low inside her and threatened to flow down her thighs. Turning her back to Mark, she lowered her hips to squirm on his lap. The bride would be upset if she’d left a wet spot, but she didn’t have much control over her body when Ash was watching.

Mark
jerked her down hard onto his thighs, his erection pressing against her butt cheek. Grinding and wiggling, she clenched her cheeks against him.

He yelled in her ear. “Easy, hon, we’ve got all night.”

He might have all night, but she had hopes of finishing early enough to enjoy a few hours of one-on-one with Ash. She wasn’t about to let a weekend away with him pass without discovering exactly what he was good at and what made him beg for more.

She needed to focus on her dance.
It was time to make the rounds. With a quick kiss on Mark’s cheek, Bree moved to the next chair. The poor guy sitting there was half-past blitzed and heading for bed spins, from the look of him. She felt almost guilty when she started humping his leg.