Winning Big

Friday Night Lights

*SMUT... IN FRONT OF OTHER PEOPLE BTW*

After dinner, everyone made their way over to the bar. Right in the center were 3 poles set apart from each other, but no dancers. Emily was eyeing me from across the room. She started to walk up to me, but some blonde guy blocked her, pinning her against a wall. She tried to move him, but he didn't budge. Smiling, she tried again, ducking under his arm. He just moved closer, pressing his chest up against hers. I knew I needed to help.

I strolled over, heels clicking on the floor, and tapped him on the shoulder, "Hey," I said, batting my eyelashes, "I don't think she's interested."

He turned around, looking me up and down, "And what makes you say that?" 

I took that as an invitation to put on another display. I shoved him out of the way and took his place, leaning up against Emily. She smiled and licked her lips. I reached my hand down to find the small of her back and kissed her. Our tongues intertwined as her fingers flew to my waist, pulling me in closer.

"Hot." said the douchy blonde. We both pulled away and stared at him, dead in the eye.

Ugh. Eye roll. Seriously! Why do guys act like that? It's disgusting.

He walked away, laughing. She pulled me in again and giggled, "Thanks for that," we kissed quickly, "That was... hot." 

"Oh ya?" I asked, pressing her against the wall again, my eyes deepening with desire, "We could be doing much hotter things right now if we weren't standing in the middle of a hotel bar..." I stepped back, letting her free from my embrace.

Emily's finger winded up around my neck, just grazing the skin, "Who says we can't?"

She spun around, slamming me against the wall. My eyes rolled back as her hands wandered, touching me wherever they wanted to. She stopped suddenly, resting them on my hips. I looked at her longingly, but she motioned sideways towards the others.

"I don't care..." I said, breathlessly.

She licked her lips as she smirked and brought her fingers to her mouth. But again, she stopped, her attention brought to the noises behind us.

Damn it.

 Whistling echoed through the room, causing us both to turn our heads. Some of the girls had stripped off their shirts and were dancing on the poles. 

Emily back at me and raised her eyebrows, a huge smile on her face.

I rolled my eyes, "Ya... Ok, let's go."

She tugged me toward them and trailed behind, laughing. She lifted my shirt up over my head as we walked up onto the stage, leaving me in a red lace bra. The music was blasting and there had to be at least 60 people watching us. She kissed my neck and tugged on my bra strap. 

"Oh no, you're not getting me naked in front of crowd 2 times in 1 day." I scoffed.

Emily huffed, "Hm... Fine... Guess I'll just have to wait."

My fingers found the zipper of her dress and began to pull it down. Underneath, she was wearing a black strapless bra and garters (I'm picturing Beth from Huff - the pic is at the end) If you told me she worked here as a dancer, I would believe you. There were about 10 other girls, all in their underwear, dancing up on people in the audience. I saw one girl making out with the blonde guy from before. Her arms were wrapped around him and his hands were groping her ass. No surprises there.

Get a room. I mean I'm one to talk considering I made a much bigger scene in front of wayyy more people.

It felt like forever ago, but it was just a few hours earlier when I was topless, making out with a gorgeous, black-haired beauty.