FrenchQuarter.htm by Alexander Lacey (good fiction books to read TXT) 📗

she would embrace it, would love sharing it with him, would dive into it with the same eager honesty about sex that was all around her on naughty Bourbon Street.

“What do you want to do now, chere?” Jack asked again when she didn’t answer.

She flicked her gaze to Ty, then back to Jack. “Let’s stop into Club Venus for a little while.”

The fresh heat in Jack’s gaze was unmistakable. “Sure thing, darlin’.”

Jack placed his hand at the small of her back and the three of them proceeded across the street.

The only seats available were a couple of small plush chairs in front of the main stage. Ty took one, and Liz sat across Jack’s lap in the other. On the stage, the Britney Spears look-alike she’d seen here before gyrated around a pole. Her blonde hair hung in two braids and the blouse tied at her waist was sheer enough to provide a good view of her dark nipples.

As the stripper teased the audience by pulling up her short plaid skirt just enough to show the tops of her lace stockings and garter belt, Ty leaned over and spoke softly. “Jack tells me you have excellent taste in women.”

Don’t blush, she commanded herself. “Yes, he seems to think so.”

“So, if I wanted a lap dance, who would you pick for me?”

Liz’s pussy went warm beneath her dress.

She scanned the room—the strippers on the various stages, and the girls already naked and giving lap dances. Her eyes were drawn to a girl she hadn’t seen there on her previous visits—an exotic looking brunette with long, dark, straight hair, pert medium-sized breasts, and a sexy dark tan. She currently danced on one of the smaller stages in a black leather mini-skirt and high black boots. Tan lines outlined her breasts and drew attention to them.

“Her,” Liz said, pointing.

Both guys looked and Ty offered a heated little smile. “Jack was right. Nice choice.”

They returned to silence then, all of them watching the schoolgirl shed her blouse and caress her breasts as she shimmied and swayed for them. Jack’s cock grew against Liz’s thigh, and the combined visual and physical sensations made her wet. Her nipples felt like little bullets against the snug dress and she almost wished she hadn’t suggested they come here, that she’d simply had the courage to go back to Jack’s place where she could be with them both—now.

Instead, though, she shifted her gaze to the girl she’d selected for Ty, who was sensually wiggling out of her leather skirt, leaving her in another of the flesh-colored g-strings utilized by Club Venus. As the pretty stripper continued her sensual dance, tweaking her nipples, running long, slender fingers around her barely-concealed pussy, she noticed Ty was watching, too. Jack’s eyes remained on the main stage, and strangely, Liz had the sensation that watching the other girl was something she and Ty were sharing.

The moment the girl’s number came to a close, Ty calmly raised a finger, as if he were signaling a waiter, and despite the crowd, the stripper saw him immediately. Still in high-heeled boots and g-string, she made her way over to where they sat.

“How much?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with a slow heat.

Although he’d not specified a lap dance, the girl seemed to know what he meant. “Twenty.”

He curled his index finger toward him, as if saying, Come here.

The pretty girl smiled, wasting no time straddling Ty in the small chair.

* * * * *

Jack watched as the hot brunette Liz had selected writhed sensually in Ty’s lap. His friend leaned back, looking drunk on her, his eyes roaming her face, her breasts, her thighs spread across his with only a miniscule g-string covering her cunt.

Liz watched, too, and he knew all three of them were getting hotter and hotter, primed for what was to come. And even as entranced as Ty appeared to be with the stripper in his lap, Jack knew his friend was anticipating sharing Liz with him in a little while. And Liz would say yes—he knew that, too. He’d seen an anxious little light in her eye when she’d suggested they come into the strip bar.

When he’d told Ty about what might happen between them and Liz, his friend had at first been disbelieving, and then awed. Not only because of the long-time fantasy they’d harbored, but also because Jack was willing to share her.

“Don’t deny it, buddy, you’ve got a serious thing going with sexy Miss Lizzie. So what I don’t know is—why are you willing to share the one woman I’ve ever seen you feel something solid for?”

Jack had considered denying the accusation, but instead had just been honest. “Because I want her to feel everything. I want her to know ultimate pleasure.”

“And afterward? Will you be okay with it then, knowing I’ve fucked the woman you love?”

Again, Jack had the urge to deny it—damn, when had the word love come into play here? But he didn’t. “Look, I’m pretty sure this isn’t a serious thing to her. She’s in a place where she’s explorin’ her sexuality, learnin’ to lose her inhibitions. No matter what I feel or don’t feel, I think sooner or later she’ll get her fill of sexual experiments and then we’ll probably…go our separate ways. So the after part doesn’t really matter. What matters is that I help her have these experiences, that I help her take her sexuality wherever it wants to go.”

Ty had flashed an incredulous look. “So you’re saying you’re going to let her go, that easy?”

Jack had shrugged. “We’re in different places in life. She’s just broken up with a longtime boyfriend and discovered this new, wild side of herself. I think she’s got a lot of livin’ to do, probably with a lotta people.”

“What if you’re wrong and she only wants to do her living with you?”

He shook his head. “For your information, I invited her to move in with me, and she said no. I can take a hint.”

Ty rolled