Under the Lights (2 page)

Becca stilled, waiting, as the music grew
louder. Her fingers lingered on her pussy. Then it dawned on her
the vibrator was no longer pulsing. When had Parker turned it
off?

Unable to resist taking a peek, she opened
her eyes. The lights focused on the bed had grown dimmer as a
spotlight shone toward the edge of the stage nearest her feet. The
bed was angled diagonally at center stage. The negligee she’d been
mortified about wearing in public had ridden up and was barely
concealing the panties Parker had tugged over his kinky toys
fifteen minutes earlier. Funny how she no longer gave a shit about
how much skin she was revealing.

Two men appeared through the mist provided by
a fog machine. Becca had been right. They were drop-dead handsome,
both dressed in black, muscle-hugging t-shirts and tight blue
jeans. They wore baseball caps that cast their faces in shadow. No
doubt that was part of the act.

This was the masturbation dream that caused
her to come the hardest. This was the fantasy she’d revealed to
Emma over drinks. She’d told her friend about three faceless men
coming into her bedroom at night. Two would hold her down and play
with her, while the third—the leader—ravished her and took her over
and over.

Emma was recreating that fantasy now…for
Becca. And three hundred nightclubbers. As Becca glanced around the
stage, she had to admit Emma had nailed the illusory effects. The
music, fog and lighting made it feel very much like she was still
sleeping alone as her dreams came to life.

The one part of the story Becca had been a
fool to reveal to Emma was that Parker was always the ravisher in
her dreams. Now he was coming to fulfill the fantasy. He had
threatened to capture her, to claim her, and as she watched the
story begin to unfold, she realized just how much danger she was
in.

The men crossed the stage slowly as women
from the audience whistled and cheered them on. Becca had worked at
Scoundrels for six years. She was no stranger to the erotic shows
or the crowd’s responses. However, she’d never in her dizziest
daydreams imagined herself performing in one.

She sat up in the bed, pressing her back
against the headboard. As the men came nearer, she swallowed
heavily, her heart racing in fear…and anticipation. They towered
over her, both tall, broad, muscular. Christ. They were huge. Becca
had never considered herself weak, but she was no match for these
two.

Self-preservation kicked in as she recalled
Parker’s words. He’d told her to fight.

Fine. Game on.

She tried to dart off the bed, but hunk
number one caught her easily, putting her back on the mattress. The
quick action pressed the plug deeper into her ass and she groaned.
“Oh my God.”

It was apparent neither the men nor the
audience understood her response. Only Parker knew what she was
hiding beneath her costume. Hunk number two produced a pair of
velvet-lined handcuffs…to the obvious delight of the crowd. They
began to cheer as each man grasped a wrist in their large hands and
chained her to the headboard with her arms above her head.

The bed was a prop in almost every erotic
show Scoundrels produced. As a result, there were lots of slats on
the tall headboard, allowing the actors to restrain each other in
countless ways. It was set on wheels so it could be turned in
different positions throughout the show, according to what was
happening onstage.

Becca was now sitting, in prime position for
the audience to see her face for the next part of the show.
Strangely, she’d felt less exposed lying down with her nightie
riding high on her thighs.

Now…she could see too much.

The two gorgeous gods moved a couple steps
away from the bed and whipped off their hats, tossing them into the
audience. The sound of women squealing caught Becca’s attention.
For the first time since walking onto the stage, she forced herself
to look out into the club. Luckily, thanks to the blinding
spotlights, she couldn’t see exactly how large the crowd was. While
she knew it was a packed house—sold out, according to Emma—her
vision was restricted to just the first row of tables. Somehow,
that limited view helped. It made it easier to pretend she really
was alone.

With the two studs. And Parker waiting in the
wings.

The men reached for the hem of their t-shirts
in unison. Women screamed with delight, but most of the sound was
drowned out by the music that grew louder, faster. Her lullaby had
morphed into a heavy metal jam that had her heart racing in time
with the rapid drumbeat. Becca worked hard to school her expression
as the two men standing near her stripped off their shirts.

Holy pecs, Batman!

They tossed their shirts into the crowd
before reaching for the buttons on their jeans. Incorporating a bit
of a striptease into a Scoundrels show was nothing new, but Becca
had never been treated to such an up-close and personal display.
The men were near enough she could see the slight sheen of sweat at
their brows—no doubt produced by the hot lights—and she could smell
the light scent of cologne. For several minutes the men danced with
the music, moving sensuously, slowly, dragging out the illusion of
teasing and tempting their far-too-willing captive.

Becca hadn’t even pretended to fight as they
put the cuffs on her wrists because these men weren’t a threat to
her. They were secondary characters, there to heighten the sense of
danger. Becca knew where the true menace lay…and he wasn’t here
yet.

Hunk number one flexed his muscles and the
room roared. Given the reaction of the women in the crowd, it was
safe to say the supporting cast was pretty much stealing the show
at this point.

Jeans dropped to the stage as both men
wiggled their hips slightly. Becca wasn’t sure exactly what sort of
view the audience had, but there was no way it could compare to the
tight and oh-so-squeezable asses barely contained in thongs she was
studying from the rear…literally.

Yum.

The vibrator exploded in her pussy. One quick
pulse—a warning—sent to remind her who was in control before it
stilled again. Becca bit her lip and tried not to laugh. Apparently
Parker didn’t appreciate her ogling her costars’ derrieres. For the
first time all evening, she felt some small sense of power. She
enjoyed it. And she liked knowing Parker was watching her.

Time to crank up the heat. She looked at hunk
number two’s ass again, then moved seductively on the bed, letting
the audience—and Parker—see how aroused she was. She released a
soft “oh yeah, please,” enjoying just how well the mic picked up
her hungry voice.

“Touch me,” she pleaded, hoping her husky
tone was having the desired effect on Parker. Two could play the
teasing game.

The two men turned to look at her. Their
confusion quickly morphed to desire when she arched her back,
thrusting her breasts out in invitation. She wasn’t sure what
instructions Emma had given them before the show, but it was
obvious they hadn’t expected her attention to turn toward them.

Of course, being true-blue, hot-blooded,
horny men, their reactions were textbook. They took a step closer,
both bending nearer.

She wasn’t sure what their intentions were.
She didn’t have a chance to find out. The spotlight dimmed on the
bed once more, focusing instead at the wings.

The roar of applause and shouts from the
audience let Becca know the star had arrived.

Sadly, hunk number one blocked her view of
Parker’s entrance.

She was tempted to whisper “move,” but she
knew the mic would pick up the quiet sound and Parker sure as hell
didn’t need an ego boost from her. The women in the crowd were
doing a good enough job in that department as his name was
literally screamed over and over. Becca was tempted to roll her
eyes, but that would ruin the mood of the erotic play. Not that
anyone was bound to notice. She’d bet a million dollars there
wasn’t one person in the room looking at her. All eyes were on
Parker.

Hunk number one moved away from the bed.

Damn. Becca would have lost the bet.

She was wrong.
Someone
was
looking at her—intensely.

Parker.

Chapter Two

Parker silently cursed his timing. He’d
meant to draw the scene out, drag Becca’s anticipation on for as
long as possible. As always, the little minx turned the tables on
him and managed to grasp the upper hand by triggering his
jealousy.

He hadn’t taken his eyes off her since she’d
left the dressing room and taken her place under the lights. She
was beautiful. When she’d begun to touch herself, Parker had feared
embarrassing himself in front of the two men waiting to take their
turn onstage. Though he’d tried to relieve some of the pressure
earlier—he and Becca masturbating in front of each other before the
show—that climax had only whetted his desire for more. His cock was
throbbing, rock hard.

The crowd at Scoundrels was definitely going
to get an eyeful tonight if he couldn’t find a way to rein it in.
While his jeans were relatively loose, if he didn’t get this
erection under control, there wasn’t going to be a person in the
place unaware of his state. Not that hard cocks were exactly
unusual on this stage.

Regardless, a few minutes in Becca’s
presence always left him with a hard-on. He was worse than a horny
teenaged boy around her.

He walked onto the stage slowly as the
lighting flickered and the fog machine left a cloudy mist low to
the ground. Emma had done a hell of a job setting the scene. He
doubted there was anyone in the room who wasn’t convinced this was
a dream sequence. And here he was, setup to play Becca’s imaginary
man.

When Emma had called to tell him about
Becca’s revelation, he’d jumped at the chance to play this role.
But the truth was, he had no desire to be her fantasy. From tonight
forward, he intended to be her reality.

No doubt Becca was
anticipating a very different performance from the one he’d
designed for her. Her fantasy involved capture, force and he was
going to deliver. Just not in the way she expected. Before the show
was over, Parker intended to
force
her to admit her feelings for him. She’d
captured
his heart over
four years earlier and tonight he planned to stake the same
claim.

Becca took in his attire, her brows
furrowed. He’d led her to believe he would be dressed in a robe
while they’d been donning their costumes. He thought it would ease
some of her tension over walking onstage in just the little
nightie. Obviously she was pissed off that he was completely
covered while she was pushing the limits on public nudity.

He winked at her, slyly patting his front
pocket to let her know he still had the remote to the vibrator in
his possession. She shot him a dirty look.

Showtime.

Becca pressed her legs together as he
approached the bed. Her nipples were budded beneath the sheer
nightie, leaving precious little to the imagination. Once again,
his jealousy reared its ugly head and he resisted the urge to cover
her and drag her off the stage. There were too many hungry males in
the audience, all looking at and coveting his woman.

She was his. Regardless of her claim they
could never be more than friends, Parker had no intention of
leaving Scoundrels tonight without proving once and for all that
they belonged to each other.

Thanks to the damn tabloids, his attempts at
convincing her his feelings were sincere would be even harder. The
paparazzi had tried to link him with too many women, scrambling to
create romances where there were none. The only woman who’d ever
stolen his heart was currently sitting on the bed in front of
him.

Coming here tonight, performing in the show,
had seemed like the perfect way to declare Parker Banks was
officially off the market. He liked the idea of a grand
proclamation. Of announcing his feelings for her to the world…or at
least to these three hundred people.

Becca fought against the cuffs at her
wrists. Parker swallowed heavily, trying to pretend the sight of
her chained to the bed wasn’t the hottest, horniest thing he’d ever
seen.

Christ. They’d be enacting this fantasy
again very soon. For real. In the privacy of his bedroom.

Parker looked at the men next to her and
waved his hand. Emma had gone into a fairly detailed description of
Becca’s fantasy with him, but she’d allowed Parker to decide how
the show would play out. He wondered if Emma would regret giving
him that much freedom after the performance. He’d discussed his
plans with the other two men, Ross and Joe, prior to Becca’s
arrival backstage. Tonight was going to be very different from
Scoundrel’s typical entertainment.

Joe reached over and released the cuffs on
Becca’s wrists. Her face betrayed her surprise at being freed.
Becca glanced around the stage and he watched as her clever mind
tried to chart an escape route. He’d told her to fight. Clearly,
she wasn’t going to disappoint him.

He waited until her gaze landed on his face.
Then he gave her a cocky grin that said, “Bring it.”

Her eyes narrowed at his silent challenge.
Unfortunately it lasted only a second before she matched his
arrogant look with one he instantly distrusted. Before he could
step closer to the bed, Becca reached out and grasped Joe’s face,
pulling the man closer and kissing him.

Parker’s temper flared. Walking to the
bottom of the bed, he reached up and grasped her foot, dragging her
away from the other man roughly. The audience erupted into applause
as several women screamed “Parker!” He dismissed the sounds. There
was only one woman he wanted to hear screaming his name and she was
currently trying to kick her foot free from his grip.