Under Control (FreenBecky)

Chapter 17: Broke Loose

An hour later we were already sitting at a table in the bar, having dinner and drinking sweet sparkling wine. The hall was slowly filling up, the tables were quickly taken.

Emily's sociability and liveliness had not disappeared over the years, and I was glad about it. Becky hardly spoke, she listened more, only occasionally inserting comments, she somehow cautiously, as it seemed to me, followed our communication, with an attentive look she caught every light touch of ours, and Emily touched me, I must say, quite often, I don't know whether she did it intentionally, or it happened spontaneously: she removed a fallen eyelash from my cheek, tucked a fallen strand of hair behind my ear, examined an earring, gently touching my earlobe, touched my hand with a light movement when she was telling something especially passionately.

The bright lights went out, leaving only a soft dim light in their place, several spotlights darted onto the stage, signaling the start of the show. Conversations instantly stopped, everyone froze in anticipation. Three pretty girls, dressed in sexy stage lingerie, came out from behind the scenes, and began to spin on the poles to the smooth, beautiful music. It was amazing. Their bodies were so graceful, fragile and strong at the same time. The movements were smooth, mesmerizing and sexy. It seemed to require absolutely no effort, and only the slight rolling of the muscles during the dance performance spoke of the opposite.

Everyone in the room, without exception, did not take their eyes off them. The composition ended, and the girls slowly walked around the room in search of a "victim".

The tables were divided into three sections, and the girls deliberately split up, wanting to act according to unspoken rules. Our table was in the first section, the second closest to the stage, and I was not at all surprised when one of the girls, apparently having good taste, straddled  Becky's lap, then leaned over and whispered something in her ear, stood up, leading the girl, whose face stretched into a wide smile, by the hand to the stage, where someone had already thoughtfully brought out three chairs. Becky even had the audacity to turn around and wink at me, to which she received a loud approving cry from Emily and a curse from me, confused.

She sat her down on a chair, something exciting and sexual poured out of the speakers, and this long, tearing torture of my consciousness began.

She was wriggling around her like a cat hungry in the spring, smoothly moving her hips, rubbing her crotch against her knees, devouring her with her gaze, flirting, I was ready to incinerate this damn stripper with my eyes. Becky definitely liked it, she didn't take her eyes off her, predatorily absorbing her curves with her gaze, her lips were slightly stretched into a daring half-smile, her knees were closed, she was sitting practically on the edge of the chair, leaning on her hands, straightening her shoulders and arching her flexible back.

She was the epitome of sex, so sassy, ​​beautiful, and desirable. The show was coming to an end when the stripper leaned over, her lips almost touching her ear, to whisper something that my sophisticated brain could only guess at. Becky responded to her words with a big smile, immediately whispering back, then stood up and walked towards us, slowly, her hips swaying smoothly, still in the grip of this arousing atmosphere.

I sat there, barely containing my seething jealousy, wiping my sweaty palms from excitement on my jeans, if it weren't for Emily distracting me with her chatter, it's unknown how it would have ended.

I measured the approaching girl with a contemptuous look.

"So how do you like it?" emotions took precedence over reason

"She's hot!" the girl answers, watching the stripper leave with a cheeky look, and then turns to me, carefully studying my face "let's go dance, stop sitting on your asses " Becky suggests, taking a few sips from her glass and we, deciding to warm up, go out onto the dance floor."