Forbidden Fruit Vol 2

By: Kasey Millstead

Volume Two


A collection of 10 forbidden love novellas




Table of Contents



Dancing with Desire by Kasey Millstead


Sins of the Flesh by Adriane Leigh


Duty of Care by Lisa Edward


Burning Desire by Vicki Green


Tempted by Roxy Queen

Her Secret Service by Liv Morris


What Mother Doesn’t Know by Nikki Worrell

The Taste of Mr. Davenport by Jessica Ingro


Surrendering To Innocence by Amalie Silver


Wicked, Wicked, Wicked Witch by Penny Reid





Dancing with Desire

By

Kasey Millstead





Prologue

“Men have two emotions: Hungry and horny. If you see him without an erection, make him a sandwich.”

-Unknown

My legs wrap tight around the pole I have clenched between my thighs. Letting my body relax backwards, my hands fall over my head and I’m hanging upside down. I look around the room at the boisterous, horny men in the private function room, making eye contact and smiling at them. The music is thumping and the sexual tension in the room is thick.

I slide down the pole and shift my body so I can spread my legs into a split before continuing on with my routine. Out of the corner of my eyes, I see Petal, another dancer. She’s naked, save for a thong, and bouncing up and down on the lap of one of the clients. The sequined fabric is pulled to the side and I can vaguely see the length of his cock as it slides in and out of her. Her hands are braced on his shoulders and his are on her hips, guiding her as she rides him.

His head dips and pulls one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking greedily and her head falls back, her lips parting in pleasure. She begins to buck against him, harder and faster. Her platform stilettos are planted firmly on the floor either side of the chair and her calf muscles are straining as she lifts herself off him and sinks back down.

The other clients in the room seem oblivious, but I doubt they are. The image Petal and the man are painting is as erotic as it comes. My panties dampen just watching them.

My eyes move back to the men in front of me and I rub my hands seductively over my breasts as the song comes to an end. The music pauses briefly before the next song comes on. The hush in the room is broken, when Petal moans deeply and the man grunts fiercely as they come in unison.

All eyes turn their way and watch enraptured as her body shudders on top of his as she rides her orgasm out. His fingers dig into her sides as he pants heavily, exhausted from their ravenous fucking.

She slides off him and adjusts her thong. Throwing a wink at him over her shoulder she walks up and joins me on the stage again to finish the last dance of the night. And, what would be her last dance at Divine, though we didn’t know it then.





Chapter One

“Confidence is the sexiest thing a woman can wear.” -Unknown

“Meeting in five minutes. My office.” I turn around at the sound of my boss’s voice. He’s standing near the door to the dressing rooms, head poked through a narrow gap, body hidden behind the door.

“Sure thing,” I smile. Turning back to my mirror, I hear the door softly close and I go back to applying the clear gloss over my pouty red lips.

Five minutes later and I’m standing off to the side in Bill’s office. It’s a nice room, spacious, all modern furniture, clean and tidy with the scent of ocean breeze in the air. In the room with me are the girls I work alongside. All up, there are seven of us girls who work here, but tonight there’s a girl I don’t know in the room. She looks a little nervous, but she’s pretty, in an innocent kind of way. I’m guessing she’s Petal’s replacement seeing as Bill fired her the night she broke the rules and fucked a client in the private suites.

Her hair is cut short in a pixie style and it’s blonde – natural or bottle, I can’t tell. Her features are petite and she stands looking at her shoes, occasionally looking up to glance quickly around the room.

“This won’t take long. Girls I’d like you to meet our new girl, Bess. I know you all know the rules, but it never hurts to go over them.”

We, as in me, Lucinda, Tori, Moneesha, Daisy, Vivica and Lakyn, all nod our heads and roll our eyes. Every chance he gets, Bill reminds us of the rules. We know them by heart and I’m sure if he could get away with it, he’d have them tattooed over our entire body so we couldn’t escape them.

“Bess, the rules we have at our club are to keep you safe and also to keep my reputation of owning the most exclusive and respectable gentleman’s club in Scaldon County. First, you should dance like no one is watching. Make love to the men with your moves. Second, fuck them using your eyes. Third, and the most important rule, do not ever engage in sexual relations with the customers. Ever.”

Bess nods her head quickly.

“Tell me the rules,” Bill orders.

“Dance like no one is watching, make love to them using your moves, fuck them with your eyes and don’t have sex with them. Ever,” she repeats the rules back to him in a rush, nervously.

“Right,” he nods, eyeing her thoughtfully. “The last girl who got caught breaking the rules, was fired immediately. Don’t make me do the same to you.”

He looks to each of us girls and asks, “I trust you all remember the rules, as well?”

“Yes, Bill,” we chorus.

“Good then,” his lip twitches. “You girls go and get ready. Moneesha, you’re on first tonight. Anna, you stay.”

The girls file out, except for Bess. “What’s up, Bill?” I ask.

“I know you’re the last act tonight, so I wanted you to give Bess some pointers.”

“Sure thing.” I turn and smile at Bess. “Come on.”

Walking back into my room, I drag my spare chair over beside mine in front of the large mirror where I do my makeup.

“Okay, so basically, men are simple to please. Turning them on doesn’t require a whole lot of effort and with the whole innocent girl look you got going on, you’re not going to need much outside effort.”

“Okay,” she agrees in a timid voice.

“Once you boil it down, the rules are quiet simple. Have fun; lose yourself in the music. Forget that you’re dancing almost naked in a room full of people.”

Her eyes go wide and I laugh. “I know it sounds hard, but really it isn’t. You just need to channel your thoughts and block out your insecurities. Also, make eye contact and look seductive. When you make contact with a man, look at him as if he’s the only man in the room. But, make sure you give more than one man that look – you don’t want them feeling left out because you’re giving all your attention to one guy. How we going so far?”

“Uh, good, I think.”

“Sweet. Look at me like I’m a guy on the floor.”

Immediately, her eyes go wide and she pouts out her lips. She stares me down, unblinking.

“How was that?”

“You’ve got some work to do. Close your eyes slightly and relax your features. Open your lips slightly as if you’re letting out a breath and run your tongue slowly across your top lip. Biting your bottom lip can do the trick as well. Dip your head a little and look up through your lashes.”

She follows my instructions to a tee, and she looks unbelievable.

“That’s perfect! Practice in front of the mirror before you go on tonight, and give that look to at least half a dozen different guys. You’ll have them eating out of the palm of your hand.”

“Really?” She asks, hopefully.

“Promise. You want them to want you. Men who want a woman, tip better. You give that look to them, and you’ll be racking in the dough.”

“Thanks so much, Anna,” she gushes.

“You’re welcome. Go practice.”

Bess leaves, closing my door softly behind her and I get back to applying a thick coat of makeup to my face. It’s a fine line to tread, to be honest. The importance lies in acsenting your eyes and lips, but you don’t want to look like a trashy whore. And, you definitely don’t want to look like you’re trying to look beautiful. I sweep on a thick layer of smoky grey eye shadow and then outline that with a shimmering glitter powder. The deep grey color of the shadow has my blue eyes popping out, achieving the look I desired. I apply a few coats of a lash extending mascara to my curled eyelashes. Some of the girls like to use fake lashes, but I try and steer away from anything fake. There’s nothing worse than being upside down on a pole, half naked and a false eyelash comes loose!

I pout into the mirror and trace the stick of raspberry red glimmer lip shine across my full lips. I blot on a tissue and then smack my lips together. Shaking my hair out, I give myself one more look over before I step away. My hair is golden and full, my eyes are popping and my lips are begging to be kissed.

Shrugging off my baby pink satin robe, I lather my smooth, tanned body in oil so it looks slick and then I dress in my chosen outfit for tonight. I press little, deep purple colored stickers over nipples and then cover those with my matching deep purple sequined bra. My thong matches my bra, both in color and sequins and so does the tiny skirt I place over the top of that. Finally, I step into my black, five-inch, platform stilettos with the spiked heel.

I fluff my hair once more and give myself a once over in the mirror before heading out to wait behind the curtain for my song to begin.

I’ve only been waiting a couple of minutes when the music stops, the lights dim and the curtain moves aside. Bess comes through, her eyes shining with excitement and a fine sheen of sweat covering her almost naked body.

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