Lose Yourself (The Desires Unlocked Trilogy Part Two) by Evie Blake Page B

knocks back her champagne. ‘Well, all right then, but it’s not the real thing without the music, you know.’
    Valentina is frozen, unable to get up now. For some reason, she doesn’t want to offend Anita.
    Anita stands up, slips her stilettos back on and picks up a chair, placing it in front of the two other women. She walks around the gallery, switching off all the lights so that only one spotlight is left on, illuminating the chair. She steps into the pool of light, her blond hair a blaze of glory, her white skin pearly, her pink lips pursed. She begins to sway her hips and spins around on her heels, pushing her backside towards them.
    Is she really going to do a striptease? Valentina thinks. It seems so ridiculous and old-fashioned and yet, sitting on the floor next to her, Valentina senses that Kirsti is enjoying the show. She looks over at the gallery owner. In the gloom of the gallery she can see she has her hand slipped between her legs, and imagines her lips parted in anticipation.
    Anita slowly pulls off each glove and unzips her skirt, wiggling it off over hips. Despite herself, Valentina has to admit it is sexy. Anita continues to undress, oh-so slowly, unbuttoning her little pink jacket, pulling it off and throwing it across the room. Now she is in a tiny sequined G-string, stockings, suspenders and a corset. She unlaces the corset so that it falls away to reveal an ornate brassiere. Beneath all of the upholstery of her clothes, Anita has a beautiful body: a naturally tiny waist, neat little round bottom – not too large, like Valentina’s – and pert, plump breasts. Valentina can’t help but feel her insides warming in response to the vision of this beautiful woman. Anita kicks off her heels, smiling all the time at Kirsti. She lifts one of her legs and puts her foot on to the chair, peeling off her stocking and wiggling her bottom as she does so. Then she twists around and sits on the chair, raising the other leg in the air and slowly pulling that stocking off. Valentina hears Kirsti’s breath quickening, she glances over at the American woman, but she can’t see her clearly in the dim room. The whole experience is surreal. She wasn’t expecting this when she came here this afternoon, to be witnessing the gallery owner pleasuring herself while watching a striptease show.
    Inside her head she hears Theo’s voice: Welcome to London, Valentina . She remembers how he tried to encourage her to let go of her inhibitions, have fun. She can’t help but feel turned on; even though she has no desire to have sex with either woman, she feels a yearning to be touched by a man – by her man. Without thinking, she slips her own hand through the slit in her skirt and touches herself. She quivers with relief. She is so wound up, she knows. All this anticipation – the exhibition, Theo . . .
    Anita pings the suspender belt off, so that she is nearly naked, then she brings her hand up behind her brassiere and lets it fall away to reveal her breasts, naked apart from two sequined tassles covering the nipples. She lifts her legs in the air and does a backward bend off the chair at the precise moment that Valentina hears Kirsti gasping as she comes.
    Valentina carefully retrieves her hand. She is so close, yet she doesn’t want to touch herself anymore, not now Anita has finished her dance and Kirsti has obviously found satisfaction. She waits in the darkness of the gallery for one of the other women to say something. Anita sits up and begins to put on her bra. She is all businesslike now. Valentina can still hear Kirsti breathing deeply beside her. She wonders if she is embarrassed or still drunk from the champagne. A mobile phone rings. Anita totters over to her little pink purse. She is still only half dressed, just her stockings and shoes on, and her underwear.
    ‘Hello, darling; you’re outside? OK, we’ll let you in now.’
    Anita switches on the light and turns to Kirsti.
    ‘It’s my boyfriend. Can you