Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 146

The dance floor was in another room, and peeking through the large opening, I noticed it was decorated similarly to the room we first entered. There were a few more lounge chairs scattered around, a section for the DJ, and another smaller bar. The floor was expansive and was moderately filled with men and women bumping and grinding to some R&B and electronica mash-up.

The seven of us sat in our VIP section, and the girls immediately began pairing up and talking with each other. Natashya and Erin were casting glances toward the dance floor and talking with their faces close to each other; Shea and Emily were talking animatedly amongst themselves while Chloe maintained a cool interest in whatever they were discussing, but I noticed her eyes scanning the room several times. The guys kept vigil on the edges of the dias where we sat.

Refraining from making small talk with the women, Ashlee Immediately plopped down in my lap and slipped her arms around my neck. She wasn't displaying cleavage the way Chloe, Natashya, or my sister was, but that didn't mean she didn't have ways of holding my attention. She reached down, placed a finger under my chin, and lifted it so I could meet her gaze. She was still a little Inebriated as she smiled down at me.

"When are you gonna dance with me?" She asked with a pout.

In my own compromised state, I grinned, placed my hands on either side of her face, and pulled her down so that I could crush my lips on hers, kissing her thoroughly. Ashlee was hot, and I was tired of holding back around her, I was sick of caring about the fact that Helen was her mom... especially when neither of them seemed to care. I didn't want to think about the fact that she had some sort of connection with my would-be killer. She'd been teasing me for a long time, and tonight, if possible, I was going to fuck this teasing little spoiled princess. Wheedling information out

of her could wait till tomorrow.

The rest of the ladies let out a chorus of, "Ooooh!"

I parted the kiss and she ran the tip of her pink tongue across her bottom lip as I said, "Let's go now." We excused ourselves from the group and headed to the dance floor with two of the Johns in tow. Neither of us paid them any attention as I led her to the dance floor. As soon as we hit it, her ass was grinding on my crotch while her back was pressed against my chest. She raised her arms over her head and draped them over my shoulders as she swung her head back and forth. She was wild, energetic, and enthusiastic, and as she spun around in my arms to look at me, her gaze promised pure sex.

We continued like that for some time, with one interruption as one guy got too close to her and she didn't hesitate to physically shove her away from him before immediately going back to seducing me with her body. After about ten to fifteen minutes, we found Emily and Natashya on the floor dancing with each other. They worked their way over to dance next to us. Though the way they moved with each other seerned relatively platonic, they danced close enough to discourage other men from trying to butt into the little private party they were throwing between themselves. Eventually, they included the two of us in their dance without any resistance from my date.

While not even remotely interested in giving Erin a chance, Ashlee almost seemed to crave the attention of the other women, especially Emily. It was possible because she was my sister and Ashlee saw it as another way to get her foot in the door of the ultimate prize-being my girlfriend. She even seemed interested in getting more friendly with Shea. She had been warm enough to Chloe once enough time had passed after my bodyguard had frisked her. Ashlee seemed desperate to gain the approval of the other girls almost as much as she wanted mine.

It was only when Emily had extended a hand to her that Ashlee moved off me to dance with my older sister, and they were phenomenal together. All three of them were much better dancers than me. Natashya danced for a living, so that was no surprise, and Ashlee was a natural from the moment we hit the floor, which was likely from her experience at clubs, but I hadn't realized Emily was so good. Had she received her experience from her acting career?

Natashya took up dancing with me and was careful to avoid being overtly sexual as we paired off, and after a few moments, she pulled the other two in so all four of us danced with each other. We kept switching partners in a chaotic pattern that only made sense to us in the moment. One moment, I was grinding against Ashlee's ass while Emily ground against her. The next, Natashya was twirling around me with more rhythm and grace than any single person should be allowed to have.

The moments we danced together were superheated as the exotic dancer took things to the edge, bringing my hands to her chest, and working her way down my body and back up. I kept glancing at Ashlee to ensure she was okay with what we were doing, but she either had no problem with us or was too occupied to notice.

Then we would switch up and Emily would be in my space. Out of all the women, she was the closest to my height and as we danced with each other, we found ourselves making a crazy amount of eye contact. At first, it was a little strange dancing to sexy music in a club with my sister present, but as the minutes passed and the alcohol flowed, things became less weird. Soft touches became more frequent, not just between the ladies, but between siblings. More than once I caught her biting her lip while checking out a good-looking guy or even staring at Natashya's ass or Ashlee's thighs. I wondered how long it had been since my sister had gotten laid.

Eventually, the first set ended and several people left the dance floor as the next set started. Ashlee tapped me on the shoulder, and pulled me down to say into my ear, "Emily and I are going to get drinks!" I nodded, then she pulled me into a kiss before letting me go and disappearing into the crowd.

That left me and Natashya, and the moment Ashlee left, all bets were off as far as the dancer was concerned. She was up on me in her tiny dress as if she were giving a lap dance while I was standing up. Her arms were over her head, and she would crouch extremely low, brushing her face and lips on my crotch every time she rose. The music was a slower pace this time - a pulsing, sexy rhythm that encouraged a more intimate sort of dance, and she was taking advantage. Natashya got close, her hands on either of my thighs as she slowly rolled her hips in and out, snaking them against my crotch.

Your sister and I have gotten on very well, Marcus," she said.

"So I heard," I said back in her ear as one of her dreads brushed my face.

"She thinks the world of you and says you're a good man." Natashya gave me a smile that almost looked bashful, something I never would have imagined could come from the exotic beauty.

She slid her hand up my chest and around my neck, bringing my

lips close to hers as I stared into those red-brown eyes. "She gave me permission to date you, she said, her bashful smile turning amused.

I recalled telling Emily that we had dated a little and smiled, my heart warm with the thought that my sister was looking out for me.

"You might have to fight Ashlee for that spot," said with a grin.

"You think I could take her?" Natashya sald, cocking her head to the side and kissing the corner of my mouth with her soft lips. She grabbed my arm and wrapped it around her waist. Then she bent backward, arching her back as she stretched her arms out overhead in a graceful dip. We held the pose for a handful of moments with my face nearly buried between her tits. She wore a sharp scent like cinnamon and some sort of flower I couldn't quite place, and I was tempted to run the tip of my nose between the valley of her breasts. Finally, I pulled her back into my body, her face close to mine again, suddenly finding the urge to kiss her as we locked eyes.

I glanced down at her generous lips and asked, "Are you applying for the position?"

She offered me a close-lipped smile and said, "Would you like me to?"

"What if I did?" I asked. I should have known better than to pursue this line of questioning with Ashlee nearby, but I couldn't help myself. I hadn't considered her girlfriend material, but Emily's words to her made me wonder what that would be like. With Natalie out of the picture, there wasn't anyone else I had in mind to pursue. Would someone like Natashya be a good girlfriend? She seemed open to the Idea of keeping things open.

But was there potential for love? Could I love this wornan the way I'd been so sure could love Natalie? Why else would I even consider dating anyone? Should I even be entertaining a relationship right now with everything else happening?

I told you, Marcus," Natashya said with a note of disapproval in her voice as she slid her hand over my crotch, grinding her palm against it. "Don't fall in love with me. I wouldn't be a good girlfriend for you. That should be for the good girls like Danielle. That is not me.

As we ground against each other to the beat of the music, she gazed up at me with mischief in her eyes as her finger and thumb found the zipper of my pants. With her hand still on my crotch, she gazed up at me with mischief in her eyes as her finger and thumb found the zipper of my pants. With her hand still on my crotch, she turned away and leaned against me as she began working my zipper down while we danced among a sea of people.