The Male Stripper by Opal Carew

 
     
     
     
    "Right there. That’s my fantasy. In the flesh." Becca’s gaze glided across the man’s broad shoulders to his open shirt, revealing a solid chest and sinfully tight abs.
    "Mmm. In the flesh is right." Sylvia grinned. "At least he will be soon."
    He pivoted his pelvis, and teased the eighteen women in Becca’s living room by unfastening the button on his tight black pants.
    He strutted to Celia, the bride-to-be, with a big smile on his face, gyrated his hips, then slid his fingers to the tab of his zipper and tugged it down a little.
    Lucky Celia sat front and center, while Becca sat on a foldout chair behind the couch along with Jan, Sylvia and Kalie. Heat thrummed through her at the thought that she would soon see Cal’s undoubtedly long, thick, and probably extremely hard cock. She drew in a deep breath as he lowered the zipper even more.
    God, she’d been thinking dirty thoughts about this sexy, gorgeous man—Cal—ever since she’d hired him for Celia’s bachelorette party.
    Becca noticed Jan’s cheeks flushing pink as his zipper parted, revealing a trail of dark hair from his navel to the band of his black briefs.
    "So, Jan, what’s your sexual fantasy?" Kalie asked.
    Sylvia had brought up the topic just before the sexy male stripper had appeared.
    "Oh, uh…" Jan dragged her gaze away from the gorgeous hunk stripping for their enjoyment. "I don’t really know."
    "Come on, you must have thought about it."
    Her cheeks flushed a little darker. "Well, I… uh… sometimes think about, you know, doing it with a stranger."
    "You mean like a one-night-stand?" Kalie asked.
    "No, I mean, it’s dark, or I have a blindfold on so I can’t see his face. I can just… feel him."
    "Oh, that’s sexy," Kalie said.
    "And kind of kinky." Sylvia smiled at Jan’s deepening blush. "I bet you’re tied up, too, right?"
    Becca smiled at Jan’s nervous giggle. Since Jan found it hard to talk to men, having hot sex with an anonymous stranger made sense.
    "What about you, Sylvia?" Becca asked, knowing her actress friend would definitely have something fun and unusual.
    Sylvia took a sip of her drink. "I just finished reading this book where a woman is indebted to these business partners and has to become their sex slave." She grinned. "I think that’s incredibly hot."
    "Nice," Becca said. "Being a sex slave to two guys."
    Sylvia’s grin broadened. "I didn’t say two."
    Kalie’s eyebrows arched. "You said partners."
    "That’s right. In the book there were three, but I think four would be more fun."
    Becca laughed. That was Sylvia. "So Jan wants a stranger, and Sylvia wants to be a sex slave… for four guys."
    "And you want the stripper," Sylvia chimed in.
    Becca’s gaze returned to the god-like man as his shirt slipped to the floor. "Yep."
    He was absolutely gorgeous, and a really nice guy, too, with none of the arrogance that often accompanied a man who was good-looking and knew it, especially when he used that asset as part of his livelihood. Cal was actually doing this job to work his way through grad school.
    Damn, what was hotter than a sexy, intelligent, nice man?
    "What about you, Kalie?" Jan asked.
    "Well, unlike Sylvia, I’d be happy with just two men… but I’d like them to kidnap me and take me,"—Kalie gestured with air-quotes—"against my will."
    "Mmm." Sylvia sighed. "I’m getting hot just thinking about that."
    So was Becca. Her gaze shifted back to the handsome stud currently standing in front of Celia, rocking his pelvis forward and back as he slowly lowered his pants. She couldn’t help imagining him holding her against the wall, her wrists pinned above her head. Her breasts swelled and her hard nipples pressed against the lace of her bra. She watched in fascination as he shed his tight black pants, her gaze locking on the large bulge outlined by his black briefs.
    Celia giggled as he turned in a circle in front of her, his hips gyrating, then he faced her again and glided his thumbs