The Art of Sin by Alexandrea Weis Page B

with his performance in the hope that she was watching.
         With every article of clothing he removed, the screaming grew louder. When he had only his tuxedo pants to pull away, his eyes traveled the audience in front of the stage for that unwilling victim to be his orgasm girl. Just when he was sizing up a likely candidate in the crowd, off to stage right, he spotted Al.
         Sitting at a table at the far edge of the stage, she was nursing a drink in her hand and taking in the show. She appeared to be having a good time and was smiling up at him. Determined to get a little payback for what she did with Cathy, he slowly made his way across the stage to her table. When he hopped from the stage and landed next to her table, he saw Al’s eyes widen with surprise. He took her hand and urged her to the stage, but she refused to budge.
         “What are you doing?” she shouted above the music and screaming.
         “Showing you what I do.”
         With a firm tug, he pulled her from her chair and practically lifted her onto the stage. He was amazed at her light weight in his arms, and when he placed her feet on the boards of the stage, he hated to let her go. She seemed uncomfortable when he approached, swinging his hips and keeping his eyes locked on hers. Unlike the other women he had brought on stage, she was not covering her face, turning red, giddily laughing, or trying to rip off his clothes. Al just stood there, her eyes riveted on his. She did not flinch when he rubbed up against her; Al simply put her hand on his bare chest and gave him the most seductive grin he had ever seen.
         The noise around them drifted away, and Grady discovered he was not dancing for the audience anymore; he was dancing for her. Swaying next to her, he placed his hand behind her back and pulled her to him. Instead of moving in and then out, and trying to tease his orgasm victim with exaggerated thrusts, he stayed close to Al, holding on to her and gently rubbing up and down her sides with his hands. God, she felt so good. He lingered over her hips, and licked his lips when his hands rose up her waist to her breasts.
         Al’s body swayed in time with his, and Grady reached for her leg, wrapping it around him, placing her crotch right over his cock. Al fell against him and he caught her in his arms. Then her eyes changed. They weren’t taunting him anymore. They were on fire with a tormenting desire that reached down to his very core and shattered his confidence. In that instant, he knew he would do anything to have her.
         The tone of their dance changed. What had started out as playful turned intensely erotic. His hands caressed her back and round ass, becoming much more intimate than he had ever been with any other victim up on the stage. Al explored his thick chest and shoulders. When her hands reached around and clutched his butt, Grady closed his eyes and eased forward, reveling in the hint of perfume along her neck. His lips grazed her flesh, and Al responded by bending backward like a tree in an unforgiving wind. He was on fire for her. His hands ached to rip the clothes from her body and feel every inch of her soft skin.
         “Woohoo! Go for it baby!” a woman’s voice screamed from the audience, snapping Grady from his daydream. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the hungry glare of the audience eating up their performance.
         He gazed into her face, and whispered, “You are the most fascinating woman I’ve ever known.”
         She raised her lips to his, stopping inches away from kissing him. “You don’t know me yet, Grady.”
         He thrust his hips hard into her crotch. “I don’t, huh?”
         She removed her leg from around his hip and stood back from him. “Not even close.”
         When she turned from the stage and went back to her seat, the audience broke out in an exuberant applause.
         Fighting to stay focused, Grady returned to