Sunday, May 1, 2022

Sizzling Sunday: Taking over the stage -- #Erotica #AmateurStripper #SizzlingSunday

Sizzling Sunday - Hot Brides in Vegas

Happy Sunday!

It’s been a while since I posted a Sizzling Sunday feature. Not for lack of material, of course! Indeed, it’s sometimes hard for me to find PG excerpts from my books, to post for blog hops where explicit content is frowned upon.

Anyway, today I’ve decided to give you a sample from the first book in my outrageously fun Vegas Babes series, Hot Brides in Vegas.

Never underestimate the power of a horny bride.

Francesca Torellis 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 Foxs Den, the most exclusiveand 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.

The gleeful permissiveness of the Den challenges the women’s assumptions and undermines their inhibitions. Complications ensue when Jake and his groomsmen arrive to find Fran in the midst of her strip act. Then Aunt Giulia crashes the party, determined to save her virgin niece, and things get really sticky—both figuratively and literally.

Will love triumph? Will Francesca be drawn over to the dark side? Is there a difference?

Exclusive Excerpt

Ladies and gentlemen!” Larry strode onto the stage. His silk shirt gleamed in the spotlight. He stood with his legs apart, the bulge between them apparent to Laura even from her position off to the side. The image of his massive cock rose in her mind. It only made her wetter.

Welcome to Amateur Night at The Fox’s Den!”

The audience roared its approval. He held up his hands to quiet them.

Tonight we’re privileged to have four delightful dancers to entertain you. These lovely young ladies are competing for the grand prize of one thousand dollars.”

Deafening applause forced him to pause once more. “Thank you for your enthusiasm.” He grinned. “But please save it for the dancers. Our decision about the winners will be based on your approval.”

Yeah!” shouted one rowdy patron. “Bring ‘em on!”

Once more Larry gestured for attention. “I just want to remind you; if you like a girl, give her a big hand. Foxy and I will be listening to the people’s voice.”

As if on cue, a spot flew over the crowd to a table in the corner. The woman sitting there rose and waved.

Foxy! Foxy!” chanted the crowd.

She had to be at least six feet tall. A cloud of wild, dark hair made a dramatic halo around her gorgeous face. Smiling broadly, the statuesque beauty downed a shot of what might have been tequila and blew a kiss to the crowd. She wore a skimpy wife-beater top, slashed to ribbons so that her tits were clearly visible, and a skirt so short that it was more like a wide belt.

With all she’s seen during this eventful day, the outfit still struck Laura as outrageously slutty. It sure looked good on her, though.

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.

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