Turn Me On. Kristin HardyЧитать онлайн книгу.
your partner, it works.” Around the room, here and there, people nodded to the beat. One of the men, who looked like a junior high school principal, reached up and ran a hand down his partner’s hip; she leaned back against him with a smile of promise.
“Thanks, Paul, you just handed me the perfect lead-in,” Cherry said to him. “I’m sure you all know the basic idea of a lap dance—the dancer is allowed to touch the client, but he’s not allowed to touch her. Or him,” she added looking around at the men in the room. “Don’t think that your job is just to sit there, fellas. We’ll have you doing the dances by the end of the lesson.” There was a bit of uncomfortable laughter. “By holding back, by not allowing the client to touch you, you turn touching you into the only thing he can think about. That’s where the tease comes in.”
Suddenly, she began to move to the beat, the sway of hip and flow of shoulders all the more riveting for the lack of introduction. She shrugged her shoulders and the robe slipped down her arms to a crimson pool at her feet. “The tease and the promise are everything.” She ran a hand through Stef’s hair as she straddled his lap. “Of course, everyone in the room here is lucky—you’ll actually get your dancer to come through on that promise, won’t you,” she said, looking into Stef’s taut face.
Sabrina could cheerfully have scratched the woman’s eyes out. It shouldn’t bother her, she told herself, watching Cherry slide around on Stef while a roomful of people eyed them avidly. It didn’t matter to her what he did. She was over him.
She had to be.
Eventually, Cherry finished and Sabrina’s jaw loosened. The stripper threw Sabrina a grin and then addressed her class. “All right, ladies, listen to the music. Now just stand in front of your man and touch yourself. Run your hands down your hips, up your arms, or anywhere else you’d like to,” she said, demonstrating. “Get yourself turned on and get him thinking about touching you—because he can’t, and you want him to want it more than he’s ever wanted anything. You want to blow the top of his head off.”
Sabrina looked around the room as Stef rose to return to directing.
“Did you have fun?” she asked, just a bit of bite in her voice.
“Did I have a choice?” he returned. “You’re running this shoot, why didn’t you pull her off?”
“Weren’t you the one who always said you never did anything you didn’t choose to?”
“You want to last in this business, you learn to cooperate.”
A woman could drown in those black eyes, she thought. But not her. “Great. Then how about if you start by getting some footage with a handheld?”
“Not now.”
“Oh, really. If not now, when?”
“When they stop looking around at one another. You go with how it feels.” He shrugged. “Maybe in a little while. Maybe never.”
“Thanks for being so precise.”
“Maybe when you stop drawing attention to us by talking.”
“It’s not like they don’t know we’re here,” Kev murmured from behind Stef. “Let’s see if we can blend in. Sabrina, maybe if you move around the room and let them start talking to you, it’ll get things going.”
With his jeans, T-shirt and untidily cropped hair, Kev looked like someone’s kid brother, but there was a casual efficiency to his motions that spoke of long experience. He might have a point, Sabrina acknowledged. She wondered if it said something about her character that it was easier to take suggestions from him than from Stef.
She began to wander slowly through the room, watching the students. It was just like life. Some of the couples were earnest and focused on doing the exercise properly, as though they were going to be graded. Some were self-conscious, looking miserably aware of being in public and on camera. Most of them, though, looked like they were just getting turned on—not just by the lesson, but by watching their fellow students.
So maybe the tidy Glendale neighborhoods weren’t just about coffee klatches and the PTA, she thought with a smile. Maybe they had their share of swingers, too. She’d intended this segment as a tool to draw the average viewer into a world where sexual rules went out the window. Each segment of the doc would take them further, bit by bit, so they wouldn’t really notice it. But maybe she’d miscalculated. Maybe, just maybe, Middle America had come further than she realized.
“What a cool thing,” she murmured, starting when she realized that she’d spoken aloud.
“We just wanted to spice things up a little bit,” said a thin brunette named Miranda, casually flipping her silk robe to cover her bare breast. “You’ve got to be open to new things.”
Miranda’s partner George, who looked like he might work at the local lube shop, just nodded. Sabrina suspected he’d be all in favor of anything leading to quality sheet time.
“We tried a tantric sex class, but I wanted something with more action,” Miranda said. “Of course, sitting in the middle of a roomful of people having sex isn’t so bad,” she giggled, and began to move on George’s lap again.
Sabrina moved over to the school principal and his partner. He was stripped down to a silk G-string and giving his partner a surprisingly good lap dance. He rubbed his green silk-clad crotch against the blonde, letting her feel his hard-on while he traced his fingers down over her breasts. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you,” he whispered, staring into her eyes.
Now this was a motivated man, Sabrina thought. This was a group of people who knew how to make it fun, how to make it sexy, how to make it about them.
Cherry crossed over to where Sabrina stood with Kev and Stef. “So, are you enjoying yourselves?”
“It’s been educational,” Sabrina said. “You always get a crowd like this?”
“Sometimes more. You should come out on a weekend night. People really let their hair down then,” she said with a sidelong glance at Stef. “I think you’d like it.”
“Well, it looks like we’ve got everything we need,” Sabrina said thinly.
Cherry glanced from Stef to Sabrina and nodded. “Excellent.” The song ended and she raised her voice a little. “Of course, it hardly seems fair to send off the film crew without a little bit of instruction, does it, gang?” she asked the group. “You two,” she crooked her finger at Sabrina and Stef, “over here.”
Surprise had Sabrina laughing. Some other time with some other person, maybe, but Stef? No way. “Thanks, but we need to finish up here and get going.”
“Nope, you’ve got to do at least one dance if you’re going to report on it. Them’s the rules.”
Sabrina picked up her notepad. “I learned plenty by watching.”
“Well, then it will be easy to demonstrate for us.”
Suddenly, it wasn’t nearly as amusing. “I’m hardly dressed for it,” she said, gesturing down at her miniskirt.
“We’re not exactly dressed ourselves,” Cherry purred. “Besides, short skirts work well for lap dancing.”
Stef shook his head. “I’ve done my volunteer work today.”
Kev suddenly became intensely interested in reviewing some playback, eyes locked on his equipment.
Cherry studied Stef coolly. “You know, that’s an awfully uptight attitude to take, especially since everyone in this room has signed a release to let you film us for national broadcast without asking for a dime.” She looked around at the women standing in lingerie and the men, many of whom were wearing only robes. There were murmurs and nods of agreements, then someone began a slow, measured clap.
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