Breene, K F - Jessica Brodie Diaries 01 (18 page)

William held out my refreshed
drink. It was a beer. How did he know I wanted to switch?

“Telepathy.”

That sounded too loud.

I shrugged. Everyone was staring at
me.

“What is this, a wax museum?” I
turned to William. “Thanks for paying attention. That’s awesome. Hug!”

Without thinking anything besides
gratitude, I stepped up and hugged him, sliding my arms around his neck and
pressing in close before backing off again.

Focus. Don’t make an ass of
yourself.

“My God you smell good,” I
muttered, his presence eating away at my focus.

Adam had a grin on his face, and
stupid William had that blank look again. I looked around for Boobie McGee but
she and her friend had been replaced with other blond girls a little better
looking.

“Still ugly.”

Ty asked, “How did you get that
bouncer under your thumb? That guy is a dick to everyone!”

“Oh now,” I said, “You just have to
know how to talk to people, Ty. Seriously guys, am I the only drunk one here?
What was in those drinks?”

“No, Candace is pretty tore up,
too. She is down dancing, or using the restroom, or God knows what.” Ty looked
at the dance floor as he said it.

“I have enough booze in me to make a
spectacle of you on the dance floor,” William chimed in.

I just shook my head. “Does anyone
have rope? Because I need to tie my hand behind my back to get some competition
around here!”

Adam and Ty broke down laughing.
William just shook his head and looked me over.

“Rules,” William said to Adam,
still looking at me.

The heat of that gaze made my limbs
tingly, vibrating down, headed to one part of my body. My dreams flashed
through my mind and I involuntarily leaned toward him.

Was it just my imagination, or did
he lean in toward me, too?

Before I could reach a hand to his
gorgeous pecks, Adam stepped up and said, “Okay, let’s have some rules. But why
you can’t just go dance is beyond me.”

“Rules are important for cheaters.
This one,” I gestured toward William, “will probably find some hot chick to
dance with that has moves and helps him win. Ain’t no guy helpin’ me out. Guys
can’t dance for shit!”

“Did you really just get trailer
trash on me?” William said with a smirk.

I shrugged, nonplussed.

Adam continued, “Right. Dance off.
Here’s the rules: one, you’ll dance by yourselves, but can dance alongside
someone else—without touching. Two, no taking off clothes.” He looked pointedly
at me when he said that. Sexiness must have a slight edge. Luckily I knew how to
exploit that talent of mine while still clothed.

“Three, you’ll each take turns
dancing. Two songs a’piece of my choosing. I ain’t judging so I’ll be fair.
Watching the other person is up to you since I can’t imagine you’ll use each
other’s moves.

“After the songs are done for each,
you’ll dance the same song, but not together. After that you dance the next
song together. That should give the judges enough to work off of for a final
decision.”

“Jesus, should someone be writing
these down?” Ty asked, his air pen braced over his palm.

Adam continued. “Four, you will not
get people to cheer for you, or try to create a circle of dancers for
yourself.” That one confused me a little but I let it go. “And five, don’t hurt
yourself.”

“Oh well, William, you should
probably just get out now,” I said.

Ty smirked.

A moment of clarity made me realize
that this all sounded a little stupid. At least, these rules were stupid. If I
wasn’t so competitive I would have just said forget it, grabbed Apollo, and
ripped his shirt off. Well, I would have tried, anyway.

Lightning bolt. “Has this been done
before? I mean, for reals?”

All eyes on me. Including those of
the guys and girls at the booth, currently crowding around.

“Oh yes,” Adam responded. “I must
admit, usually it’s a couple a’ girls…or more. But this is doable. I am
confident in my man Willie.”

“Wha? Your man? What happened to
impartial judging? Or ref’ing? Or whatever you are doing?”

Adam shrugged. “Let’s get this
goin’.” He signaled someone behind me.

William and I were still squaring
off, bodies pointed at one another. Shadows were playing across his face, his
eyes on fire. His mouth curled up in a half smile as he imperceptibly looked
down my body.

I felt a rush of air inflate my
lungs. My auxiliary sexual power turned on, revving at his sexual scrutiny.
Begging for a green light. Begging to jump on him.

I stepped up with a slinky saunter,
putting my desire on display. We were inches apart when I looked up into his
eyes and slowly ran my palm up his chest, lingering for a fraction of a second
on his deliciously defined peck. I intended to rub my palm back down, more for
my own benefit than his, but Adam laid a big paw on my shoulder and turned me
away.

“Rule six, don’t try to seduce the
opponent for an edge.” Adam gave a pointed look at William, then back to me.

Oh my God! Was William playing me?
I think he might have been playing me! How did he do that when it was my idea?
Was it my idea?

I am too drunk for this inner
conversation.

I backed up, giving Adam my best
petulant child glare. I looked back at William with a “you’re going down” look,
but stuttered in my intent when I connected with his eyes. They were still
smoldering, immediately turning my insides to spaghetti. I wanted to step
closer. To give in to it. To let him do whatever he wanted.

My God, he was good. He was playing
me like a violin.

Focus!

I had seen hotter. I couldn’t
recall when, but I was sure I had seen hotter. Must resist. I can beat this!

I stuffed my sex-starved thoughts
to the back of my brain and took a business woman stance. Into his still heated
gaze, I yawned.

A shot was put into my hand by
Brad. William was armed as well. Everyone did a big cheers, and drank ‘em down.
It was show time!

“I did not need that,” I said to
nobody. Adam laughed at me.

If I kept drinking, soon the whole
bar would be laughing at me.

Adam, Ty, Candace, William and I
headed down to the dance floor. Everyone else gathered around the railing. This
was sooo weird. Weird, but in the bag. A dude beat me on the dance floor? Not a
chance.

I got to the top of the stairs as
Adam, Candace and Ty started down. I hesitated. It was still just as steep.

“Here.” William stepped up and gave
me his arm.

“Oh thank God. I didn’t want to try
my luck.”

“Why wear such high shoes if you
can’t navigate stairs?”

“Fashion takes no prisoners,” I
said, wobbling slightly when my heel caught a step.

“What would you do if you had to do
this alone?” William asked, clutching onto my arm as I pitched forward.

“Bouncer.”

I was only capable of one word
answers. Walking on flat ground in bare feet would have been too much for me
with William this close.

“Ah yes, that’s right. You can
charm even the meanest of us.”

“Us?” I asked, relieved to see the
bottom so close.

“Men.”

“That’s easy. Any vagina can do
that.”

“Ri-ight,” William said, drawing
out the word as we hit the ground floor.

I turned to face him with a laugh
on my lips. “That word make you nervous? Vagina? Does the word vagina make you
nervous?”

William was looking at my mouth. He
shook his head slowly. When his eyes met mine the world ceased to exist. All I
could see where those deep, clear blue eyes, pulling me in and eating me alive.

“Y’all gonna do this or what?”

William blinked then started. He
looked around us then back at me, his brow scrunching at our proximity. Before
I could get embarrassed, a sexy smile lit up his face. “She was breaking rule
six.”

“Ha!” I yelled with a grin, flushed
and horny and crazy and probably needing to pull the emergency brake. Instead,
I flicked my hair, handed Candace my beer, and walked toward the dance floor.
“I’ll go first.”

I hadn’t even moved a hip before
some douche-bag was trying to grind up on me. Without the patience I had
earlier, I gave him a mighty shove. The guy nearly got air as he fell away. I
waited two seconds for the tail-end of the current song to finish and a new
song to begin. It was Brittany Spears.

Cake walk.

I started moving to the music. Slow
at first, then getting more into it. My h*ps popped one way, my shoulders
rolling another. I turned, I twisted, I gyrated, I rocked, I even threw in a
Thriller move from Michael Jackson as a crowd pleaser.

As I loosened up, I threw out some
hip hop moves, saving the more serious pole dancing moves for the next dance.
You had to leave some surprises.

The only problem was the “open for
business” sign that all the single boys saw. No sooner did I push one away then
another jogged up. And I say “jogged” because I had yet to find one guy that
could dance. It was damned irritating. Tools, too, the lot of them.

When the song finished I pushed off
the latest yahoo and wound my way back to the others. I wiped a fresh sheen of
sweat from my forehead and gave a low bow. Next I walked right in front of
William, a challenge in my eyes. I must have made an impression. Must have.

“Think you can do better?” I asked
with a satisfied smirk.

He saw my smirk and raised me an
eye twinkle. He leaned toward me and whispered, “Piece of cake.”

Too cool for school, eh? Pa-lease.

The next song started. It was one I
didn’t recognize. We were supposed to wait for Adam to pick the songs, but no
one cared that much.

William walked into the crowd,
throwing up a fist to the guys at our booth. They started cheering, echoing
down to the dance floor. William’s smile grew to one of jubilance. He started
off with the cabbage patch of all things. Then to the Sprinkler. The problem
was...I’d just found the one guy in this whole bar with rhythm…and he was my
competition.

Crap!

Still, he was a dude. And I was a
rock star.

He did what I’d done, which was
have fun with it, but manly somehow. He did the MC Hammer, some Running Man,
then some freaking
Esher
! All done perfectly. He was
large and in charge, and hot as hell.

I swear my groin was dancing with
him it was throbbing so hard. I wanted to go out and join him; push up against
him and grind until the cows came home. Or he took me home.

The women on the dance floor had
the same idea. They were treating him like the men treated me. He treated them
nearly the same as I treated the men, which was to remove them. He was a little
gentler, though.

“This is how he gets all his wo...I
mean, dates,” Adam said next to me.

“What’s that?” I yelled over the
music.

“Willie—how he gets his dates. All
he has to do is show up on the dance floor and he has ten women ready to throw
their underwear at him.”

“Ah. Nice.”

Adam shrugged. “Just sayin’.”

Please don’t.

When the song ended William did a
bow, mimicking mine, to the cheering fans. With a smug grin, he came to stand
in front of me. I took a nonchalant stance.

“You’re hot,” I said to him, “but
not as hot as me.”

Time to sex it up!

This time I faced William before I
started to move. My eyes hit his and held. I started very slowly. Rolling my
shoulders, then my hips, while running my hands along my body. I bent at the
waist, looking away while my hands explored my br**sts, then back as I neared
my groin. I writhed and moved, showing off all the things a woman did
best—sensual, sexual, sultry! Not too in your face, though. Not yet.

I turned, dipped, and popped my
butt up. I turned again, rolled my body around, and popped my groin with legs
half spread, a look of surprise on my face.

His expression matched mine.

I shot him a coy smile, then I
forgot him completely, turning away. Here was where the sex dial turned all the
way up.

I pushed and took it back. I did
some great hip hop moves with little pops, rolls and dips. No Beyonce, but
definitely a protégé. I flirted with dancing boys that were happier watching
than molesting. Girls were trying to replicate the moves.

Good sign.

I ended with some good rhythm and
more body rolls. I threw in some well-placed pops and jiggles for crowd
pleasers. I was getting sweaty by this time, and I made a little show of wiping
off the perspiration. Then licking one of my fingers.

When the song ended the boys at the
booth were quiet. I looked up at them, thinking they got bored and wandered
away, but they were still looking down at me.

Not a good sign.

Confused, I walked back to my
crowd. First thing I noticed was a look of shock on Ty and Candace’s faces.
Adam looked dumbfounded and speechless. William...

William was looking at me intently
with slight frustration.

This was not the reaction I was
going for. I looked down at myself as quickly as I could to check the wares.
All seemed in place; no boobs hanging out; pants still on; my dress covering my
crotch. I didn’t even pee myself. So what the hell? Did I just bomb?

Usually my sexy carefree dance was
a hit—I’d never gotten this reaction before. Maybe the people I was performing
with in the past were drunker and therefore less inclined to get offended? Or
maybe more liberal? Less restricted?

I was about to tell Adam that we
should just forget it and go back, when Adam, traces of pain lancing his voice,
said, “Willie, you’re up.”

William shook his head.

Heat filled my face. I looked at
the ground.

“Get on witch ya,” Adam coaxed.
“Get on out there. You just gonna lie down and let her walk all ov’r ya?”

I peeked up from under my eyebrows.
William caught it, now smirking. “Song’s already started. Gotta wait for the
next one.”

We all watched for a minute as the
people on the dance floor went about their thing. Quite a few of the girls were
looking our direction, waiting for William. A few of the men were waiting for
me.

The next song started and William
sauntered out, muttering something while shaking his head. He was a little
stiff when he got into the song, but loosened up quickly and once again owned
the dance floor. He was saving his best moves for this song, as I did with my
second song. It looked like he had some dancing background, and he put it all
on display. He did more funny moves where mine were sexy, but he still looked
fantastic. Girls would probably pick him, guys would go either way, and I would
probably lose because of the split. Totally not fair!

Dance done, it was time for us both
to dance, but not with each other. As I walked out, William stopped me and
asked Adam, “Why don’t we skip to dancing with each other? I think we know what
each other can do.”

Adam looked from him, to me, to him
again. He turned to Ty, “Judges ruling...”

Ty shrugged, smile growing. “Go for
it.”

Butterflies swarmed my belly as I
woodenly kept walking, straight at the sexiest man I’d ever seen. His eyes were
wolfish as my body closed the distance. I kept reminding myself that it was
only a contest, that he was only trying to win, but my eyes couldn’t help
scanning his body, focusing on that delicious chest, his strong legs, his tight
bulge.

As I stopped in front of him, six
inches away, he leaned slightly, his sweet breath splashing my cheeks. I
thought he was going to kiss me. I half reached my hands to him with that
intention, until he said, in a theater voice, “No holds bar, cupcake. I can out
sex you any day of the week, and twice as hard when liquored up.”

Expectations bowed and flexed,
somersaulted, and came back with different goals. I’d never heard him talk like
that. I’d never been so turned on in my life.

I’d never wanted to win so badly.

“Is that so?” I replied, confident.
“Bring it on, fruit...”

The music blared, washing out my
words. He stepped closer, his eyes gleaming. In a quick movement, he pushed his
body into mine, his knee fitting snuggly between my thighs. He dipped his hips,
feeling the rhythm, taking me with him.

A coy smile on my face, I backed
away. No way was he leading this dance. He leads, he calls the shots, he wins.

Not on my time, dirty mouth!

He stalked me with his eyes and
smiled. He knew exactly what I was doing.

He started dancing on his own,
waiting me out, figuring out what I would do.

It made two of us. I needed an
approach.

As I was thinking about it he
started to slide toward me.

That’s right--come and get it.

When his body was inches from mine,
a smile of triumph on his face, I quickly closed the distance with a flourish
and ran my hand up his hard, muscled chest.

Good Christ he feels good!

I closed my eyes and slid my knee
between his legs, but not all the way to his groin. He needed to beg for it. I
threw my head back in ecstasy—mostly because I felt it, but it needed to look
like it was all for show.

I was about to dip back and roll my
body against him when he slid his hands up the sides of my legs to my hips, and
then spun me around so my back pressed against his front. He tugged me into his
body, extinguishing all space between us, mashing my butt into his groin.

There would be no begging. Got it.

One thing was clear—he was good.
Good at dancing, and probably stellar in the sack.

I was so hot I was panting. I put
on my game face, though. I needed a “W” here. I didn’t like losing.

I bent down at the waist, wiggling
my butt into his crotch, then snapped up, hair flying. I went to do a little
booty shake while bending again, but he brought me up tight against his body
and did a body roll with me.

That was when I let go, let the
control slip. Let the fire consume me. It was when we finally clicked. His
movements, no matter how small, accentuated mine. Our bodies moved together, to
the beat, as one. We built the dance together, between us. It was when he
finally let go, too.

He slowly turned me around with
gentle hands. His knee slid between my legs, pulling me along his body. I
arched back, both hands exploring his hard chest, moving around to his
shoulders. I did a body roll, grinding my groin into his, then coming back up
until my face was inches from his, breathing the same air. He moved with my
body like a second skin, pulling me into him harder, with a slight shimmy, my
leg rubbing him right where he needed it, his leg sending sparks of pleasure
into my core.

“Mmmm, William,” I said in a
release of breath. I closed my eyes, feeling the music permeate. Feeling his
heat. His strength.

He slid his hands further and
further down my back as I massaged his upper body, leaning my face against his
smooth, warm neck. His hands slid all the way down to my butt, fingers curving
over my cheeks, shocking my nerves, making me wet. He squeezed me up into his
hard bulge, groaning softly.

I did a stripper turn and pushed my
butt up into him, feeling that hardness, liking how it rubbed. I shook my
booty, belly dancer style, as he ran his hands up the front of my thighs. I
reached between, feeling his waist, then down, dangerously close to his cock.

I almost went for it. Almost, but I
chickened out.

Instead, I gave a little distance
between us, then turned in a sensual way with the music. He was looking at me,
desire finally in his eyes. He’d given over to it. Over to me.

Eyes connected, smoldering
together, desire raging between us, I ran my hands over my body. And up, over
my neck, ending with one finger in my wet mouth, seeing the fire dance as I
sucked on my index finger, then smiled.

I couldn’t help but inwardly smile
when he came running. Well, dancing, but he came as I intended. That move
always did it.

This time I was in charge, and he
wasn’t complaining. I bent backwards in a dip and he ran his hand over my
chest, messaging my breast and giving my nipple a flick. Feelings of delight
spread through me, tightening my groin to the point of distraction. I cried
out. His smell, his manliness, his hard arm muscles wrapped around me; I could
die a happy woman if this was all I ever got.