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Chapter For A WALK ON THE WILD SIDE by Emma Sinclair
Flashing lights pulsed rhythmically along
with the beat of the music, alternately illuminating the now empty stage
and the rowdy crowd. Shannon McBride stood in the wings, anxiously awaiting
her turn on stage.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” she questioned
her best friend Kristin for the fifth time in twenty minutes.
“You want to be wild, right?”
More than anything.
“Yeah.”
“Then this is a good idea.”
The two women peered out from the wings as the stage disappeared
into darkness. A single spotlight illuminated a statuesque redhead standing
in the middle of the stage. She was wearing a nurse’s uniform so
skimpy that the top barely buttoned over her more than ample breasts.
The skirt was so short it barely covered the garters holding up her white
fishnet stockings. Add the white platform boots and the woman was straight
out of the pages of a girly magazine.
The hoots and hollers from the crowd increased until the
opening chords of Bon Jovi’s Bad Medicine poured through the speakers.
“That’s a little cliché, isn’t
it?” Kristin said.
Shannon and Kristin laughed as they watched the woman.
A few bars into the song, the woman’s dress flew off. She wore the
ittiest, bittiest g-string Shannon had ever seen.
How freeing must it be? How freeing to be completely unselfconscious,
to know you have hundreds of pairs of eyes on you, interested only in
what you do?
Two months ago when Kristin had suggested checking out
a cardio strip class at their gym, Shannon had eagerly agreed. It was
supposedly the latest craze, and she’d take any opportunity to skip
the treadmill. Of course, two months ago, she never would have thought
she’d be waiting her turn in the wings on amateur night at Lenny’s
House of Tail.
“Are you scared?”
Shannon’s attention was so riveted on the redhead
on stage that she jumped when Kristin spoke. She couldn’t take her
eyes off of the woman dancing on stage, trying to get her mind around
the fact that she’d be doing the same thing in a matter of minutes.
As the song reached the chorus, the woman spun around,
leaping in the air. Her breasts defied gravity, barely moving as she pounced
around the stage. Those suckers were definitely manmade.
“Am I afraid to go up on stage and take my clothes
off in front of a roomful of drunk men while they hoot and holler at me?
Damn straight I am.”
She was surprised by the breathy quality of her own voice.
“But you’re excited, too, aren’t you?”
She looked at her best friend. They wore matching grins.
“Damn straight I am.”
As the women watched, the song came to an end and the
stage once again went pitch black. When the spotlight came back on, the
redhead was still there, taking her bows, but she was joined by a straggly
looking man.
“Is that Keith Richards?”
Shannon seriously doubted it, but the man shared the same
waiflike build and stringy hair as the aging Rolling Stone. He didn’t
have nearly the accent Keith did, though, and it was easy to understand
him when he spoke.
“All right, gentlemen, give it up for the fabulous
LaRue.”
The catcalls and cheers increased until LaRue ran off
the stage.
As the woman ran off stage, she graced Shannon and Kristin
with a smile that was almost…inviting. That was unexpected. She’d
never in a million years act on it, but it was nice to know that another
woman found her attractive, especially since she had to follow in said
woman’s footsteps.
When LaRue disappeared down the hall, Shannon’s
attention turned back to the man onstage. He’d introduced himself
as Carl, the general manager of the House of Tail.
“We’re going to take a break from our regular
entertainment now because as you know, Friday is Amateur Night at the
House of Tail, and we’ve got a few lovely ladies here just itching
to take their clothes off for you.”
Itching might be taking it a little far, but she couldn’t
wait to get up on the stage and see what it felt like.
“First up, we have a virgin to amateur night. You
know how this works, while the ladies dance, a bucket will be passed around
so you can show your appreciation monetarily.”
Goosebumps popped up all over her body. Whether it was
from nerves or something else, she wasn’t entirely sure. Was she
really going to be able to do this?
“Gentlemen, please put your hands together for Miss
Shannon Mc…McBoob.”
“My name is McBride, not McBoob!”
“You want them to use your real name?” Kristin
asked.
True, she hadn’t thought of that before.
Hoots and hollers echoed through the room. Kristin gave
her a quick hug before pushing her out onto the stage. As difficult as
it was, she kept her eyes on Carl the whole time. When she reached his
side, he gave her a wink and a pat on the ass before walking off the other
side of the stage.
Shannon stood in the darkness fighting the urge to run
off the stage.
Before she could make her feet move, the opening cowbell
beat of the Rolling Stones Honky Tonk Woman filtered through the club’s
sound system. She supposed she probably had Kristin to thank for the music
choice. She knew how much she loved the Stones.
Just before Mick started singing, the spotlight came on.
Calls of “Take it all off,” and “Show us your boobs,”
permeated the air. Thank God the bright light in her eyes kept her from
seeing the people calling.
She swayed to the music. The drums pumped through her
bloodstream, energizing her, making her one with the music. She walked
her hands up slowly to the top button of her shirt, thankful she wore
a shirt with snaps. Her hands were shaking so badly, she didn’t
know if she’d ever get buttons to work. She wasn’t sure which
emotion was threatening to overwhelm her more, arousal or fear.
She did a little sashay up to the front of the stage,
still working on opening her shirt.
As soon as she reached the front of the stage, she realized
her mistake.
Up here, the lights hit her at a different angle.
Up here, the catcalls weren’t coming from faceless
men.
Up here, she could see everyone in the club.
And every single one of those eyes was focused on her.
Uh-oh.
The buttons of Shannon’s shirt were all undone now,
and she worked the sleeves down her arms. When it was off, she tossed
it towards the wings of the stage. Clad only in her short black skirt
and a pink bra she’d purchased especially for tonight, she decided
to live for the moment.
She executed a quick turn and was about to dance her way
back to the safety of the blinding lights when her attention was drawn
to a table over to her left. Three men, each of them sexier than the last,
sat together, easily standing out from the other patrons in the club.
There was a red-haired man with a big smile on his face,
head bobbing up and down with the music. The blond man had his head down,
only watching her through his lashes. He had a beer mug clenched in his
hands and from of the look of the table, it wasn’t his first.
The third man sat back in the recess of the shadow. He
was the darkest in complexion and had the dark hair to match. She was
unable to make him out clearly, but she could feel his eyes on her, scorching
her skin like hot coals.
Being able to put faces to her admirers was somehow even
more erotic.
She turned to head back to the rear of the stage but threw
what she hoped was a coy glance back over her shoulder at the three men.
She winked and flipped up the back of her skirt, showing off her matching
pink bikini panties.
Her heart pounded along with the music. Her blood pressure
spiked and she could feel moisture saturating her panties. She slipped
her hands into the waistband of her skirt and slipped it down her thighs
until it pooled at her feet. She kicked it off to the side.
She turned her back to the audience, bending forward at
the waist and showing her toned ass to the entire room. Slowly, she stood
up, running her hands up the length of her long legs. She looked over
at the three men at the table in the corner—the table she considered
hers. The bucket was passed to their table and each of the men counted
out several bills into the bucket. She tingled where the dark man’s
gazed raked up and down her body as she continued to dance.
Her body was on fire.
She ran her hands up her torso to cup her breasts in her
hands. Running her fingers over her distended nipples, she didn’t
even care that she had an audience. Slowly, she ran her hands down her
taut stomach, her fingers tangling with the waistband of her panties.
She was just about to slip her hand into her panties and take care of
the tremendous ache that was growing there when once again the stage went
dark.
Shannon came back to reality with a start.
Oh my God. She was just about to take care of business,
by herself, in a roomful of people! She was aiming for wild, but that
was going a little too far.
She felt Carl’s slimy fingers on her back just before
the stage lights came back on.
“Let’s hear it for Shannon McBoob.”
Applause filled the room.
Shannon couldn’t take her eyes off the three men
at her table in the corner. The one in the shadows leaned forward to talk
to the other two. For the first time, she could see his face, his dark
gaze, powerful features. He rose from his seat and made his way across
the room, his gaze on her the entire time. She watched him walk the whole
way across the room until he disappeared into the darkness.
She desperately wanted to go home and get out her trusty
vibrator. She never thought for a second this would become the most erotic
experience of her life.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she was ushered
off the stage. As soon as she stepped into the wings, she was presented
with the bucket of money. She could have been knocked over with a feather
when she looked inside and saw a number of tens and twenties in the bucket.
There had to be a couple hundred dollars in there!
Quickly, she pulled her skirt back on and shrugged into
her shirt, not bothering to button it. As she was preoccupied with the
money, she heard Kristin being introduced as Kristin the Sexy.
I wonder how she likes her name?
Shannon couldn’t help the laugh that escaped, but
as she looked up, the laugh died in her throat. Then, she couldn’t
do anything but stare.
* * * *
Nick Halloran didn’t think he’d ever gotten
so hard so quickly in his life. Shannon McBoob was incredible.
“I’ve got a proposition for you.”
He had a hard time keeping his eyes on her face as he
spoke. She had her shirt on, but it wasn’t buttoned, so as she moved,
he was occasionally treated to a peek-a-boo of her pink covered breasts.
As if she was suddenly hit with a bout of modesty, or
maybe she just caught him staring, she pulled her shirt closed. In the
process, she dropped the bucket.
Nick wasn’t surprised to see the money flowing out.
Truth be told, he’d put several large bills in there himself.
“What—what’s your proposition?”
He had to give her credit; she almost successfully hid
the apprehension in her voice.
“My friend—you may have seen him sitting with
me—well, he’s drowning himself in alcohol. I was hoping that
you’d let him drown himself in a woman instead.”
If he hadn’t realized himself how horribly the question
came out, he would have known by the redness of her face and the single
vein that popped out on her forehead.
“How dare you? Just because I take my clothes off
in front of people once, you think I’m a prostitute? You…”
She seemed to be searching for the appropriately sleazy
word for him.
Please, his days of picking up women in strip clubs were
long gone.
“I didn’t mean that the way it came out. All
I meant was a lap dance. I assure you, you’ll be properly compensated.”
Nick figured he could take the recession of the redness
in her cheeks as a sign that she was at least considering his offer.
He, on the other hand, was wondering if he’d be
able to enjoy an up-close performance of her without embarrassing himself
like a sixteen-year-old kid seeing his first pair of breasts.
Before she had a chance to answer, the woman who had just
been on stage came rushing off, and directly over to them. The only thing
she had on was a pair of blue thong panties.
Nick had always thought of himself as a big fan of the
thong, but there was no question that he found the sight of Shannon’s
ass, covered in her bikini panties, much more enticing. It left just the
right amount to the imagination.
“Kristin, what in the hell happened to your clothes?”
She pushed the other woman behind her, attempting to hide her from Nick’s
view.
What? Is she afraid that I’m going to offer the
money to her friend instead?
Pushing her friend towards a room marked Dancers Only,
she turned to Nick with a half relieved, half apologetic look in her eyes.
“I’m sorry but I’m going to have to
decline your offer.”
Shit.
He didn’t even want to start thinking about why
her refusal hit him like a punch in the gut.
“What offer are you talking about?” her friend
asked.
“I offered Shannon three hundred dollars to perform
a lap dance for my friends and me.”
Truth be told, it was twice as much as his friends had
offered to pay, but he had no qualms about making up the difference.
“And you said no? What kind of wild woman are you?”
The woman shot Nick a smile and pulled Shannon a few feet
away. He couldn’t hear what either of them were saying, but he was
pretty sure Shannon’s friend was making a case for him.
As they spoke, Shannon forgot to hold her shirt together,
and the flaps fell open. Funny, there were Kristin’s breasts, bared
for the world to see, and his dick hardened more at the sight of Shannon
in her bra.
Aw, hell, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after
all.
“She’ll do it.”
It wasn’t Shannon who answered, but she did nod.
He wasn’t about to let her change her mind.
“Great. I’ll move my friends over to the farthest
corner booth in the back. We’ll expect you out in a few minutes.”
He nodded, much like he did to his employees, and walked
back out to the front of the club.
Nick walked back to the table he had been sharing with
his friends and told them of the deal. The three of them, along with Ian’s
drink, moved to back table.
The booth was made for debauchery. There was a table in
the center, but it was hinged to move out of the way when it was time
for a dance. The seats even had cup holders so that no one’s drink
was ever far away.
“Nick, I appreciate the offer, but I don’t
think a lap dance is going to make me feel any better,” Ian said.
He wobbled a bit when he stood up, but Simon supported
him.
“Well, having been spending so much time with you
guys lately, I sure could use the company of a sexy woman, even if I’m
not allowed to touch her.”
For the past week, Nick and Simon had been trying to work
Ian out of his funk. His fiancé had screwed him over and Ian couldn’t
seem to get over it.
That’s why Nick’s philosophy on women was
to look, not touch. And if you did touch, make damn sure she knew there
was no chance of getting serious.
As soon as the men sat down, a waitress appeared to take
their drink orders. Against Nick’s advice, Ian ordered another beer.
As soon as the waitress departed, Nick saw Shannon strutting
across the room. And if all of the turning heads indicated anything, a
lot of people saw Shannon strutting across the room.
Damn, does she know how to move.
She slowed as she neared the table, rubbing her hands
on her thighs. So, she was nervous.
“Hi, I’m Shannon.”
She reached her hand out and shook all the men’s
hands in turn. If the skin on her hand was that silky, he couldn’t
imagine how soft other places must be.
“Have a seat, Shannon.”
Simon made room for her to sit down just as the waitress
came back with Ian’s beer.
“Would you like something to drink?”
Why was Simon being so nice to her? This wasn’t
a date, this was a business transaction.
“Actually, a margarita would be great.”
“I’ll be right back.”
“Thanks.”
She was really nervous now. Nick couldn’t say why,
but that excited him. A lot. Was this really the first time she was going
to give a lap dance?
“I’m Simon, by the way, and this is Ian.”
He indicated their drunk friend. “And you’ve already met Nick.”
* * * *
Nick. His name was Nick.
Just sitting at this table made her pulse beat wildly
in very inappropriate places. There was no doubt about it, she was more
turned on than she had ever been in her life.
When the waitress returned with their drinks, Shannon
gulped hers down quickly. Luckily, before the waitress had left, Simon
had ordered another round.
“Nothing for you?”
She looked at Nick. It was a strong name and there was
no doubt that it suited him.
Simon answered the question. “No, Nick prefers to
remain in control at all times.”
That didn’t surprise her at all. He sat back in
his chair, watching the other occupants of the table, but saying very
little. His eyes were like flint, giving no hint of his feelings away.
He had a smirk-like grin on his face, but it wasn’t unpleasant.
He just seemed to know that no matter what, he was going to get his own
way.
Too bad it wasn’t her that he wanted.
“I think it’s about time for our lap dance,
Shannon,” said Nick.
She looked at him again. This time, she could see the
heat in his eyes.
Maybe he wasn’t as immune to her as he was pretending
to be.
Shannon stood up and pushed the table out of the way,
prepared to give these guys the most erotic lap dance they’d ever
seen in their lives.
Reviews For
A WALK ON THE WILD SIDE by Emma Sinclair
It’s an unexpected treat that A Walk on the Wild
Side is such a good erotic read considering the premise has been used
in a variety of genres. Emma Sinclair does her characters justice with
her quick dialogue and arousing descriptive thought processes. Shannon
and Nick are written as entertaining and interesting from the first page.
We know Shannon isn’t a stripper by profession but it’s not
until later that we find out there’s more to her than her grade
school teacher persona. While Nick is arrogant and sexy and has the take
charge mentality of an alpha male he fell short of the whole package in
that he didn’t seem to respect Shannon. And a man that doesn’t
respect the woman he claims to love is a character flaw that ruins a potentially
‘to die for’ man. There’s an underlying uncertainty
about Nick and Shannon’s relationship that keeps the story intriguing.
I loved the sex in A Walk on the Wild Side. Emma Sinclair didn’t
just do stimulating description in her sexual acts she did great sexual
thought processes and hot dialogue during sex. I generally find when the
main characters have sex too soon it’s hard to invest in it because
you have two people who you don’t know sleeping together. Shannon
and Nick are virtually strangers when they sleep together, sleeping together
within hours of meeting each other and it works. A Walk on the Wild Side
is definitely worth the trip.
Sin StLuke 4 stars
Just Erotic Romance Reviews
Looking for a story that has heat, passion, and notable
characters? A Walk on the Wild Side is sure to hit the spot. Emma Sinclair
has created a story that allows readers to focus solely on the romance
between the main characters. Nick and Shannon are a combustible couple.
The scenes between the main characters highlight the unexpected eroticism
and emotion that flares between them while also illustrating the hesitation
that holds these lovers back from a relationship. Most notable to this
reader is how the author has tempered the erotic with the friendship and
respect that develops between Nick and Shannon. The secondary characters
are entertaining and will have readers laughing at some of their antics;
yet, their importance to the plot is not limited to levity. The author
uses them as tools to understand and propel the main characters forward.
Ms. Sinclair’s ability to weave dialogue and action keeps this plot
moving at a good pace and ensures that this is a solid, erotic romance
that will be enjoyed by readers.
Reviewed by: Amanda 5Angels
A WALK ON THE WILD SIDE is an erotically charged story
of Nick and Shannon who must come to grips with the tragedies of their
past in order to move forward with the most incredible love of their lives.
Sam makes the ultimate sacrifice in his quest to have Shannon as his mother
when his father realizes that he was in a fight to protect her honor.
Blue Ribbon Rating 4.5
Briana Burress Romance Junkies
"Emma Sinclair has created a hot and spicy story
that is full of humor and real life emotions that will appeal to readers
and endear them to her writing. I truly enjoyed A Walk on the Wild Side
with its passionate dialog, super sexy scenes, and give it a rating of
5 Angels."
Reviewed by: Tammy 5 Angels, Fallen Angel Reviews
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