Got Mine
Nicole Loufas
Publication date: July 25th 2017
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
When his girlfriend joins the army; Theodore Sway is left to raise their daughter on his own. His shitty job barely covers the ever-rising cost of his San Francisco neighborhood. When Lulu is accepted at a hipster private school, Theo is forced to find a better job. He does what any good parent would – he becomes a stripper.
Theo sacrifices his ego, his morals, and his body hair so his daughter can have the kind of childhood he’s always dreamt about. With the encouragement of his not-so-helpful club brothers and Sylvie, his ex-stripper BFF, Sway struggles to maintain balance between his sexy stage persona and his role as the world’s okayest dad.
Excerpt:
They planned this.
Every second of my time here has been carefully calculated. They feed me, get
me a little drunk, then spring the dance on me. Pure evil.
The lighting in the
room is already dim; since we’re in a wine cellar, there are no windows. I just
have to worry about bus boys and waiters. I check the door one more time.
“Don’t worry,” Rachel
says. “I told them we’d let them know if we needed anything.” She moves to the other
side of the room and sits alone.
“You’re not going to
watch?”
She smiles and
crosses her legs.
“I don’t like to
share.” Her foot bounces inside her stiletto. I watch her brown heel dangle on
her toes, and the room goes quiet.
“Maybe we can
schedule a private for later,” she suggests, and I no longer have to worry
about having a limp dick.
I would never fuck
Rachel, but the idea of dancing for her turns me on. Even after all the
humiliation she’s put me through, that woman just does it for me. You always
carry a special place for your first.
“Come on!” a woman
yells. “I want to see what I’m paying for!”
My song comes on over
the speaker, and I’m in work mode. I smile down at Rachel and run my hand
across her cheek.
“Later.” I wink.
Mostly it’s for show.
Mostly.
Her foot stops moving
and her lips part as I turn and walk away. I want her to want me. It’s our
sadistic game.
I stroll past the
table and consider using it as a stage, but it’s full of glasses and salad
plates. Having a crouton stuck to my ass isn’t sexy. I scan the line of women
waiting for me to get naked. Usually, I focus on one, but this situation is
highly unusual. I decide to work my way down the line.
I move from woman to
woman, undressing as I go. When I’m in my boxer briefs, I retrieve the towel
from the table. This routine is typically done with whipped cream. The dancer
is supposed to spray it on himself then rub the woman’s face in it. Rico sprays
it just above his dick. There have only been a few times when someone tried to
give him a blowjob. Most women just take the whipped cream in the face and go
back to their seats. I don’t think this is one of those times.
I’m not surprised
when the towel fits my waist perfectly. These women are fucking prepared. I
search the table for something I can use in place of the whipped cream.
Wine is too thin.
Coffee creamer might work. I find a little silver dish filled with thick white
cream. I dip my finger in it, ranch. I catch Rachel’s eye, and we laugh.
Fuck it.
Author Bio:
Nicole was born and raised in California. She claims to be a San Francisco native, however she's lived in both Northern and Southern California. She credits her creativity to the fact that she attended 12 schools between kindergarten and her senior year in high school. Her nomadic childhood allowed her to reinvent herself often. Some might say she was a liar. While others see the stories she told as a coping mechanism. Twelve schools, in six cities, in twelve years - give her a break. Today she channels her storytelling ability into writing novels. Long story short - kids that lie become writers.
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