Oops

I glide off the muscular guy's lap and make my rounds, one by one. The dark-haired one gets a slow grind that leaves him gripping the couch cushion. The quiet guy in the corner gets a teasing brush of my thighs before I move on. Each lap dance is a little different, a little deliberate, and I can feel the room heating up around me like a furnace.

When I finally circle back to the bachelor, his eyes are glassy and fixed on me. I settle onto his lap, my knees bracketing his hips, and I feel the latex shift against my skin as I adjust. The strap across my chest pulls loose just slightly, and I feel the cool air hit my nipples as they slip free from the fabric.

The bachelor's breath catches. His hands find my hips, gripping tight, and I can feel the tremble in his fingers. I don't fix the strap. I let it ride, my chest bare and close to his face.

"You wanted to see what this outfit was about," I murmur, my voice low and rough. "So look at it. Look at what you picked out."

I rock my hips against him, slow and deliberate, letting him feel the heat of me through the latex. His eyes drop to my chest, and I watch his throat work as he swallows.