Happy
Sizzling Sunday! Today I’ve got a never-before-shared excerpt from
Hot
Brides in Vegas,
the first book in my Vegas Babes series. This bit is from the
perspective of Laura, one of the bridesmaids, and the first of the
trio to strut her stuff at the notorious Fox’s Den.
By
the way, the book is still on sale for only 99 cents! But not
for too much longer. Get your copy today (links at the end of the
post).
Never
underestimate the power of
a horny bride.
Francesca
Torelli’s
tycoon
father
is
throwing
a
lavish
Las
Vegas
wedding
for
his
only
child.
Her
fiancé
Jake
and
his
buddies
set
out
for
a
stag
night,
exploring
the
fleshpots
of
Sin
City.
Meanwhile,
Fran
and
her
bridesmaids
Laura
and
Chantal
are
stuck
at
the
resort
under
the
watchful
eye
of
her
stern
Aunt
Giulia,
who
has
promised
her
brother
that
Franny
will
come
to
the
altar
a
virgin.
Frustrated
and
annoyed
by
these
double
standards,
the
young
women
hatch
a
plan
to
escape
their
chaperone
and
have
some
fun
of
their
own.
With
the
help
of
a
susceptible
concierge,
a
butch
ex-cop
limo
driver
and
a
scandalous
French
couturiere,
they
find
their
way
to
The
Fox’s
Den,
the
most
exclusive—and
outrageous—gentlemen’s
club in the city. Owner Larry Archer and his crew of strippers,
bouncers, voyeurs and sluts are more than happy to welcome the
delectable trio as contestants performing at the club’s famous
Amateur Night.
Sizzling
Snippet
Larry
beamed at the customers, waiting for the hubbub to die down. “And
now,” he said, “I’d like to introduce our first contestant. Put
your hands together and give a big Vegas welcome to the lovely
Laura!”
The
first bars of her chosen music filtered through the din. “Wicked
Game” by Chris Isaak, a song that always made her feel sexy. Laura
stepped out of the shadows, into the pool of light on the stage.
The
applause hit her like a physical blow. She would have stumbled on her
sky-high heels, but the music held her.
The
world was on fire, and no one could save me but you…
Like
fire, lust raced through her. She raised her arms above her head in a
luxurious stretch, then pivoted so her back
was to the crowd. Ever so slowly, she bent at the waist, walking her
hands down her legs to her ankles.
It’s
strange what desire will make foolish people do…
She
felt her clinging, skimpy dress ride up the back of her thighs before
completely baring her ass. Her thong tightened between her cheeks,
adding delicious pressure against both her rear hole and her pussy.
Laura swung her hips in a figure eight, in
perfect time with the music. The audience was silent—hypnotized by
her slow, sensual moves—but she felt their eyes on her.
What
a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way…
She
twirled on her high heels, until she once
more faced the crowd. At the same time, she grabbed the hem of her
costume and eased the garment up to her waist, showing off her flat
stomach, her shadowy navel and the lace-sheathed plumpness of her
pussy. A guy sitting at the bar leaned toward her, holding out a ten
dollar bill. With a smile she hoped was enticing, she crouched down
in front of him, holding his gaze. He stuck the cash into the elastic
waistband of her thong. In a flash of wickedness, she pushed the bill
under the triangle of fabric that barely covered her sex, then palmed
her pussy and rubbed hard.
The
spectators burst into wild applause. Meanwhile, Laura went rigid as a
mini-climax raced through her. The spotlights dimmed
and the room whirled as she struggled to remain standing.
Did
the people watching know? Of course they
did. But maybe it was common for dancers at The Fox’s Den to come
on stage. She wouldn’t be surprised.
The
song died away, haunting and erotic. Laura pulled the stretchy dress
over her head and shook her blonde curls free, as Donna Summer picked
up the beat.
Sittin'
here, eatin' my heart out waitin'
Waitin'
for some lover to call…
Laura
strutted around the stage, shimmying her shoulders so that her
breasts swung back and forth. People were clapping in time with the
music as she bent once more and shook her ass in their faces. She
felt high from the lust that washed over her. They wanted her, every
single one of them.
“Take
it all off,” yelled someone in the back.
She
obliged, teasing the thong down over her hips little by little,
until everyone could see her shaved pussy. The drenched Alexander
Hamilton fluttered to the floor. Oh God!
A
voluptuous brunette at the bar pumped her fingers in and out of her
month, then made a come-hither gesture.
Laura sank to the stage directly in front of the woman, knees spread
wide, swollen cunt lips gaping. Her eyes locked to Laura’s, the
dark-haired lady slid her fingers bit by bit into Laura’s weeping
slit. Drawing them out, equally slowly, she dragged them over Laura’s
clit.
Fireworks
shot through Laura’s body. Juices gushed from her, puddling on the
stage. It was lucky she was already kneeling; in this onslaught of
sensation, her legs would not have held her.
Get
your copy today – only 99 cents!
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Literature –
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Barnes
and
Noble
-
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Meanwhile,
if you want more, click on over to Larry
Archer’s blog for my guest post about the latest Vegas Babes
title, Sin
City Sweethearts.
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