Just when Graham thought things couldn't get any more interesting, he caught Theo with that knowing look on his face and suddenly, one of the dark-haired dancers was standing over him.
"You're full of surprises, aren't you, Mr. Nott?" He mused aloud, taking his fourth shot of whisky as the woman danced above him.
"And what's your name, darling?" He asked airily, clearly not really caring what her name is. Her sparkly black garter belt/thong combination was incredibly flattering on her well-sculpted arse. Graham appreciated the female form in full, of course, but he was most certainly an arse man. He grinned at her name. "Ah, Raven..." Much like her hair color. How typical of a dancer.
She started slowly at first, teasing, but after a few minutes she was touching his chest, straddling him on his chair, pushing her tits in his face. She certainly wasn't shy; her hips were grinding quite purposefully against him, and he felt himself stirring with arousal.
"No touching," he repeated, a hint of bitterness in his tone. He'd never had a lapdance in public, one he couldn't turn the tables on and shag the daylights out of moments after.
His situation in his trousers grew worse as he spotted the plain-looking blonde waitress across the bar, images of last night's romp with Katie Bell fresh in his mind.
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Date: 2010-08-20 08:17 pm (UTC)"You're full of surprises, aren't you, Mr. Nott?" He mused aloud, taking his fourth shot of whisky as the woman danced above him.
"And what's your name, darling?" He asked airily, clearly not really caring what her name is. Her sparkly black garter belt/thong combination was incredibly flattering on her well-sculpted arse. Graham appreciated the female form in full, of course, but he was most certainly an arse man. He grinned at her name. "Ah, Raven..." Much like her hair color. How typical of a dancer.
She started slowly at first, teasing, but after a few minutes she was touching his chest, straddling him on his chair, pushing her tits in his face. She certainly wasn't shy; her hips were grinding quite purposefully against him, and he felt himself stirring with arousal.
"No touching," he repeated, a hint of bitterness in his tone. He'd never had a lapdance in public, one he couldn't turn the tables on and shag the daylights out of moments after.
His situation in his trousers grew worse as he spotted the plain-looking blonde waitress across the bar, images of last night's romp with Katie Bell fresh in his mind.