Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... you being nude under that robe would be proven wrong. Show me your panties.”

“I will not!”

“It’s no different than walking around in a bikini bottom.”

“I don’t walk around in bikinis,” she snapped.

Aiden smiled. “Daisy, Daisy, Daisy. You never cease to amaze me. Quite the little minx, aren’t you?”

“I don’t care what you think. I’m on my period! So we can’t—”

There came a knock at the door. Aiden smiled and Daisy glared. She hated his arrogance. He went to the door and unlocked it. “Yes?”

“Excuse me, sir. I have her clothes and undergarments.” The fashion assistant passed him the clothes through the door. Daisy ran her hand back through her hair, nervously chewing at her glossed lips.

“Thanks. I’ll make sure she has them.” Aiden closed the door and she wanted to die. She couldn’t believe how stupidly she’d played this. And to her horror, he went through her things and held out her thong.

“Give me those!” She reached across and snatched them from him.

“Don’t bother getting dressed. They’re waiting for us.” Aiden opened the door wider.

Daisy held her things to her chest. “Mr. Keane, I don’t think… well… if you think I can do this… I mean, I’m about to be married.”

“Daisy, whatever happens between us will be consensual. If you choose not to, it’s your prerogative. It’s always been about the choices you make. Now, shall we?”

Daisy put down the clothes and tightened her robe before walking through the open door. Aiden smiled. He watched her ...

... leave.

Chapter Fifteen

Bass reverberated through his chest into his bones. The drumbeat matched the wicked swings of the dancer’s hips as she strutted along the mirrored stage. Beams of light flashed on her from different angles, smoothing her skin to perfection. Or was it just a reflection from the body glitter she wore? Her left nipple had a piercing as did her navel. When she slid down the front of the pole, hands to knees, and parted her legs, he saw her pussy was pierced too.

Pete said nothing.

The dancer eased back up, her eyes glued to him. She gave him a knowing smile, believing her goodies were what he’d ordered over the drink he’d been holding in his right hand. Thrusting her hips at him, she backed up in heels so high, he figured one fall and she’d break that pencil neck of hers. Soon her lithe body snaked around the pole, and one leg went up, hooking around it, then the other. Her legs wrapped along the glistening steel before she gave a slow slide. The same routine the four girls before her pulled. Pete sipped his drink.

Pete had a never-ending tide of drinks brought his way. He didn’t even think of the bar tab. What did he care? He was rich. Hell, after Daisy was through with her performance, he could buy and sell this place. He gave a bitter chuckle. Daisy. He checked his watch. Time flew as fast as dollar bills in places like this one. The dark walls and nonexistent windows did a pretty good job of keeping the world at bay. Add to that the parade ...