The Pretend Boyfriend novel Chapter 13

Elegant.

"Hey, stranger," she purrs, digging her fingers into his hair. "Never seen you around here."

"That's original."

"I can give you a lap dance if you want."

Tempting, but she smells of someone else's cheap cologne. Probably the last guy she wanked off. Anyway, he rarely paid for anything.

"Say, you wouldn't happen to be invited to an engagement party by the Buchners tonight, would you?"

"Hell, no."

"In that case ... "

He lets her kiss his mouth in an extremely provocative way. And then his chin. And his neck. Meanwhile, her hands roam all over his body, prodding his muscles and sliding down his abs to his expanding crotch.

There's something he has to remember before his brain gets too fuzzy.

He says to the bartender, "Say, you wouldn't happen to be invited to an engagement party tonight by the Buchners, would you?"

"Fuck the Buchners. They've been monopolizing this town for too long."

"Good to hear."

The stripper rubs her hand against his straining bulge. "I'll monopolize this." She turns to the bartender. "Frank ... what the fuck is 'monopolize'?"

There's yet another something else he definitely has to remember. Averting his head from her pink mouth, Brian scans the strip joint again.

He turns back to the bartender. "Are any of these people going to the Buchners' tonight?"

"Damned if I know. What's your obsession with the Buchners anyway? You fuckin' any of them?"

OK. So this isn't going to work out in public. The stripper nuzzles his ear with her quicksilver tongue - an exquisitely erotic gesture that sends his groin into an extreme heat zone.

He whispers in her ear, "You have a back room?"

"Why, you are a naughty boy. Follow me, sugar."

The bartender ignores them as she leads him by the hand to a small, dark room behind the bar. There's no one in there and she immediately pounces on him again. She kisses him with sound and fury and passion and moist interlocking lips and her hands roam here, there, everywhere up and down his body, especially focusing on his crotch.

He responds in kind. He gropes her large breasts and feels for the erotic points of her nipples beneath the pasties. Her body is young and firm and hot beneath his large hands. He dives for her thong. She's already soaking wet as his fingers wrench the little yellow string away to reveal her pussy lips. He burrows and wriggles into her sweet little hole, which unfortunately isn't as tight as he wants it to be, and she rips his shirt open and seizes his nipples.

She lowers her mouth to his pointed tips. Her tongue leaves a rotund trail around his areolas. He has always been amused when a woman sucks his nipples.

He's not the type of person to renege on promises. Even if he thinks it's a stupid promise and a stupid bet. Which of course he lost fair and square in trying to do his friend a good deed.

He says, "Um, maybe this isn't such a good idea after all."

He gently pushes the stripper's head away. His cock is still as hard as a wooden block. It glistens with her saliva.

"What's the matter?" she says, disappointed.

"I made a promise not to fuck anyone this weekend."

"I can still give you a blow job."

"No ... fucking, sucking ... I think they all go together in the same time space continuum. I'll take a rain check, OK?"

He fishes out his wallet from his jeans pocket and extracts five hundred dollars from it.

"Here, buy yourself something nice to wear."

The stripper's eyes bulge at the largesse. "Wow, you're definitely not from around here."

He zips up his pants after ascertaining that he can contain his erection. When he walks out of the strip joint, he feels a lot lighter, and he's not talking about his wallet.