The Ex Games 2
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“Katie,” he hissed as I dragged him towards the booming music. “What sort of club is this?”
“I don’t know.” I lied. “I just want to dance.”
“Katie.” He grabbed my hand to try to pull me back, but I just laughed and pulled away from him. I pushed my way through the crowds of men until I found an empty booth in the side of the room and sat down. “Katie.” His eyes narrowed as he sat next to me. “This is a strip club. We can’t do any dancing here.”
“Yes, we can.” I moved into him. “I can dance for you.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, I want to dance for you.”
“Dance for me?”
“Or would you rather I said strip?”
“Katie, I don’t know.” He looked around and then back at me. “This isn’t what I had in mind for tonight.”
“Just because you didn’t plan it doesn’t mean it can’t happen.” As I spoke, I thought back to everything I knew about Brandon, and I realized that several things were starting to add up. “You like to be in control, don’t you, Brandon?” I stood up and straddled him as I spoke to him.
“What man doesn’t?” He shrugged.
“No, I mean, you need to be in control. Everything about you screams it.” I shook my head in wonder. “I’m not sure how I never realized that before.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“What was your life like before we met?” I pulled my dress up at the sides so that I could rub back and forth on him easier. “I know you had lots of flings and you were focused on your job, but I didn’t really know you.” My eyes gazed into his as I kissed him lightly. He stared back at me with a guarded expression.
“It doesn’t really matter now, does it?”
“It doesn’t matter, but I want to know.” I started unbuttoning his shirt and kissed down his neck to his chest. I gasped as his hand ran up my dress and grasped my ass.
“Hey guys,” a cute topless girl walked up to us. “You’re welcome to do what you want, but if you want to remain in the booth, you need to order a bottle.”
“A bottle of what?” I questioned.
“Champagne, Katie.” And Brandon laughed. “We’ll have a bottle of Dom, please.”
“Coming right up.” The girl shook her br**sts at Brandon and he smiled at her appreciatively.
“I can’t believe you were staring at her br**sts.”
“What?” He looked at me with a bemused expression. “You can’t be serious. You brought me to a strip club and now you’re upset when I check out another ladies’ tits.”
“I’m not jealous.” I bent my head and bit his shoulder. I didn’t want to analyze my feelings too closely because he was right. I was pissed at the girl for flirting with him and even madder at him for seeming to enjoy the view. My inner brain was screaming at me: She’s the least of your concerns, Katie. He has a fiancée. “It doesn’t matter to me.”
“Sure.” He laughed and his expression seemed more relaxed. “Why don’t you continue with your dance?” His hands pushed against my ass and brought me in closer to him. “Dance for me and I’ll see how many singles I have.”
“What?” I frowned as I realized that the mood had changed. I had gone from being in control and having the power to being his personal plaything. I knew that if I continued with my ‘seducing him in the strip club’ plan, I would be the one who ended up feeling hurt at the end of the night. I continued to grind back and forth on him and he reached up and pulled the top of my dress down so that my br**sts were rubbing against his chest.
“Move a little bit faster.” He groaned in my ear as his fingers slipped inside of my panties and rubbed me. “That’s it.” His voice was devious as he slipped his fingers inside of me. I continued moving, but I felt conflicted inside. I wanted him so badly, but not like this. Not with him calling the shots. I jumped up quickly and rubbed my head. “I’m not feeling well.” I made a face. “I’ll be back.” I hurried away to find the bathroom and quickly washed my face with water and drank some to clear my head. I didn’t know what I was going to do. My plan had been to pretend I was really drunk, take him to the strip club, f**k him and leave. But it would only work if he wasn’t the one in control. Now he was the one guiding me. He was the one turning me on. If we had sex in that booth, it was going to be him leaving me and making me feel guilty. I wasn’t going to let that happen. Tears fell from my eyes as I stared in the mirror at my reflection. Who was I becoming? It was one thing for me to have this plan when I thought he was single, but now I knew he had a fiancée and I was still going through with everything. How could I do this to another woman? I took another gulp of water and walked back through the flashing lights, loud music and naked women and knew I had made a mistake.
“Are you okay?” Brandon jumped up as soon as I reached the booth and he stared at me in concern. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I shook my head and avoided eye contact with him.
“What’s wrong, my Katie?” He pulled me towards him, and his fingers nudged my chin up to look at him.
“Nothing.” I averted my gaze.
“Hey guys, the Dom is here.” The half-naked waitress came back and I wanted to groan.