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“Perfect. Now, are you ready for some grade-A spank bank material?”

She didn’t wait for me to answer. Instead, she pointed to the chair in the middle of the room. It faced directly toward the small platform that acted as a stage for one.

It was amazing how she could switch from Andi to Scarlett Jade so quickly.

Standing up, I listened to her silent command and took a seat front and center to the stage.

“Good boy.” She winked over her shoulder before selecting a song to dance to.

Fuck.

Watching her dance was one thing, but hearing her say those two words? The thoughts running through my head were downright sinful, especially with The Royale as our backdrop.

The soft melody from an R&B song I didn’t recognize began to play, and Scarlett Jade took the stage.

“As badly as I know you’ll be tempted to touch yourself, I’m going to need you to refrain, got it?”

Save it for when I got home, understood.

“Yes, ma’am.” Her emerald eyes glowed at my response.

“Would you like me to strip completely throughout the dance? Tell me exactly what you want, so I can meet your expectations.”

Her hand gripped around the pole as she waited patiently for my answer.

“Keep your garments on.” It pained me to say.

If she stripped bare, it wouldn’t be possible for me to control myself in any fashion.

“You’re stronger than I gave you credit for.”

When her eyes dipped down my body, I did the same.

I wasn’t talking to Andi anymore; I was watching Scarlett Jade put on a show, and now more than ever did it feel like the right time to work my eyes over every inch of her body. I didn’t have to work hard to memorize it. Her figure wasn’t the kind that you forgot. From all the dance experience she had, her body was carved in a way that set fire straight to the pulse between my legs. Her tan skin and fit curves would be imprinted into my mind with no expiration date.

This woman that I hadn’t been able to get off my mind gave me even more reason not to forget her when she grabbed the pole and began dancing.

So effortlessly, she held on to the pole as if it was like riding a bike—all muscle memory. She lost herself in each flawless movement, and I was mesmerized as she continued to spin. Turning her body upside down with one leg wrapped around the metal, she looked fearless and free.

At first, I was watching her perfect her craft. She was a dancer, through and through, and it wasn’t hard to miss how passionate she was through each and every movement.

When she finished her routine, my heart began to race. The first part of her dance was Scarlett showing off the art of pole dancing. Now, she was dancing for me.

With eye contact stronger than any person in a board room, her gaze lasered into mine when she crawled toward me from across the stage. Her movements were slow, seductive, and so fucking torturous.

My cock had a mind of its own, and when she crept closer and closer to the end of the stage—her eye contact never faltering—I reached for my erection growing harder than stone beneath my slacks.

I’d only intended to squeeze the life out of it, so I wouldn’t spill into my pants just by looking at her.

Every move of mine was being tracked, and when she got to the end of the stage, she was so close I could smell her all-consuming vanilla scent.

Dipping her gaze to my hand, she shook her head back and forth, switching from being on all fours, to maneuvering her body, so her high heel was placed dangerously close to the center of my legs. She’d told me not to touch myself, and I disobeyed her.

Snapping my hand from my cock and back to the arm of the chair, her eyes lingered just a second longer than I would expect. Before she turned around, her teeth pierced into her bottom lip, holding back a smirk.

If I had to guess, Scarlett—and hopefully, Andi—liked what she was looking at just as much as I did.

Standing all the way up, she turned around, heading back for the pole, and her ass swaying side to side was an image of her I couldn’t forget if I tried. Picturing this same situation if she had taken her lingerie off made it damn near impossible to hold myself together.