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  I gave myself up to the pleasure of being seduced by a pretty woman who knew how to give us our money’s worth. I liked the way she made eye contact, letting it linger, and I liked how she made Charlie blush a little when she rubbed her ass on his crotch.

  When the third song ended, Meredith stood before Donna even had time to back up a few steps. “Thanks. Great job.”

  Donna smiled as she slipped her arms through her bra straps and hooked it in the front. “Thanks. Glad you had a good time.”

  Meredith didn’t look at her twice, though she gave both me and Charlie a narrow-eyed look. “I’m going to the bathroom.”

  She left us there without a second glance.

  Donna appeared concerned. “Is she okay?”

  “I’m sure she’s fine. I’ll check on her.” I stood on tiptoe to whisper in Charlie’s ear, “You should give Donna a nice tip.”

  I patted him on the ass and headed for the bathroom, where I found Meredith just coming out of the stall. She washed her hands, then patted wet fingertips at the back of her neck and on her throat. She looked at me in the mirror.

  “Let’s go home,” she said.

  I shrugged. I hadn’t been the one to suggest we come here, and though I was having a good time, I wasn’t married to the idea that we stay. “Sure. You okay?”

  “I just don’t see the point in tossing money away to pay for what we can do at home for free.” Meredith faced me, her fingers skimming up my arms. “And better.”

  I laughed. “You want to give Charlie a lap dance at home? Okay, I’m down with that.”

  “Not just Charlie. You, too.” She pulled me a little closer, nuzzled briefly at my throat, then my cheek. Not quite a kiss, but the promise of one. She pulled away just enough to look me in the eyes. “I’m horny as fuck, aren’t you?”

  I hadn’t been before, but now I was. Her touch. That look. The quick rise and fall of her shoulders as she breathed and the rapid throb of her pulse at the base of her throat. These were things that turned me on.

  I wanted to be the reason why all that happened to her.

  “Yeah,” I said. “Let’s go to your place.”

  * * *

  “Sit there, baby. Let us take care of you.” Meredith pulled a chair from the dining room table, through the arch into the living room, and turned it around with a twist of her wrist. “Let us show you what we’ve got, Charlie.”

  He sat willingly enough, already tugging at his tie to loosen it, then the button at his throat. “Ladies, I’m all yours.”

  “And you don’t even need any dollar bills,” I told him from the corner as I scrolled through the playlists on Meredith’s iPod to find something suitable. I plugged it into the speaker dock and pushed the Play button.

  Charlie laughed. “Awesome.”

  Meredith spun in a circle, then stopped, pointing the toes of one foot against the thick carpet. Her hips swayed. She threw me a glance over her shoulder. “C’mon, Tesla. Let me see you rock Charlie’s world.”

  I was already dancing, bouncing on the balls of my feet, but I went obediently enough. I added a bump-n-grind, a pelvic thrust. I ran my hands up my body to cup my breasts. It was a joke, really, but my nipples got hard anyway.

  Charlie let his legs sprawl out as he leaned against the back of the chair. He pulled a little harder on his tie and I captured the end of it. Pulled until it came free in my fingers and slipped through his collar. I hung it around my own neck, over my blouse.

  Behind him, Meredith’s hands slipped over Charlie’s shoulders. Her fingers worked at his shirt buttons, slipping inside to stroke his skin and tweak his nipples. I straddled him, bumping our crotches together, but slid off his lap before he could anchor me against him with his hands on my hips.

  “No touching,” Meredith breathed into his ear.

  The music swelled around us as we took turns wiggling and writhing around Charlie. He made the perfect audience, because while he’d seemed to have a good time at the strip club, here he was having an even better time.

  His cock thickened in his pants as I mimicked one of Donna’s moves, sitting on Charlie’s lap and rocking my hips back and forth as I arched my back to press my cheek close to his. And though we’d told him no touching, I took his hand and slid it up beneath my skirt to stroke me through my panties before I pushed away, laughing, to give Meredith a turn on his lap.

  “I thought you were the ones supposed to be stripping,” Charlie complained good-naturedly as Meredith worked open the rest of his buttons and took his shirt off.

  She tossed it to the side and looked at me. “Good idea.”

  We’d all been drinking, though I didn’t feel drunk on anything but passion as I unbuttoned my blouse and took it off, twirling it around my head and letting it fly onto the couch. I wasn’t wearing a push-up bra and my boobs weren’t as big as Donna’s, but I was wearing a cute little skirt. I spun in a circle so it flew out around my hips, flashing my panties at them both.

  “Look at her,” Meredith said. “Look at our pretty, pretty Tesla.”

  I gave up to the music, letting it fill me, no longer mimicking the stripper’s moves but making up my own. Dancing, just dancing, letting the beat make my heart pound and my feet move. I shook what my mama gave me like a tambourine and gave myself a whistle.

  Charlie, shirt off and belt unbuckled, had his cock in his hand as he watched. Meredith pulled another chair from the dining room and set it up next to his. She’d stripped down to her bra and panties and sat in the chair to watch me.

  So I danced for both of them.

  It was a little silly. I did the cabbage patch and the running man and the lawn mower. Charlie laughed, but his stroking hand didn’t slow, and Meredith’s eyes gleamed as her tongue swept across her mouth.

  I took off my bra and thumbed my nipples while they watched. I licked my fingertips and stroked them down my belly, under my skirt, inside my panties. Dancing, I moved forward and put one foot up on the edge of Charlie’s chair so he could run his free hand up the inside of my thigh, but when his fingertips skimmed the lacy edge of my panties, I danced away again.

  “No touching,” I told him with a shake of my finger, then did the same to Meredith.

  She didn’t try to touch me, but she arched her back a little when I put my foot on her chair. She slipped her fingers into the front of her panties the way I did. Rubbing, rubbing.

  I turned back to Charlie, leaning in close to kiss him. I put my hand over his, fingers curling around his dick. I took over the stroking while he shifted to push his pants down his hips. I looked down between us, then at Meredith. She put one hand on Charlie’s thigh, her other still busy on her pussy.

  We didn’t really have to shout out directions; I moved and Charlie moved with me down to the floor. I pushed him gently onto his back and stroked his cock a few more times before bending to add a long, slow lick to his balls.

  I loved the way it made him groan, but there were three of us here. I held out my hand to Meredith, who linked her fingers through mine and got on her knees beside him. She kissed his mouth. I kissed his cock.

  Sex can be great even without a lot of gymnastics. I moved naturally between Charlie’s legs while Meredith straddled his face. He got the best of everything, a hot mouth and hands on his dick and a face full of pussy. And the sounds she made as he worked her closer and closer to coming were so hot I had no trouble getting close myself.

  Just as I’d lost myself in the dancing, now I lost myself in the pleasure from my hand rubbing my clit and the thickness of Charlie’s delicious cock. Actually, I wanted to ride it, but since I didn’t feel like leaving off what I was doing to hunt up a condom, I satisfied myself with slipping my fingers deep into my pussy. Not a substitute for Charlie’s cock, not completely, but it was good enough to make me come.

  Climax spiraled through me, making me shudder. I took Charlie’s cock deep into my mouth. It jerked on my tongue. He was getting close, too. When Meredith cried out, a wordless groa