DANCER by Jamie Schlosser
Series: The Good Guys; Book 2
Genre: New Adult, Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 8th, 2016
— SYNOPSIS —
Technically, I’m not a stripper. As a cage dancer, I don’t take all my clothes off and no one gets to touch me. I’m just the eye-candy.
And I can feel their eyes on me. I know they’re watching, but I don’t do this for them.
This is my time.
My life may not have turned out the way I thought it would, but I’m not complaining. From 9pm to 1am several days a week I get paid to feel sexy, to feel desired, to do what I love.
I always knew I wanted to be a dancer—I just didn’t realize I’d be doing it in a cage.
Erectile dysfunction—two words that can cause a collective cringe from men everywhere. The doctors can call it ‘performance anxiety’ all they want, but that’s just a fancy way of saying my dick doesn’t work.
Just when I start to think there’s no hope for me, I see her. She’s gorgeous, sexy, and goofy as f*ck. She also looks really familiar but I can’t put my finger on it.
When I find out who she really is, my world is turned upside-down and everything seems to fall into place.
She’s not gonna make it easy for me, but I’ve never been one to back down from a challenge. She’s convinced I won’t stick around.
I’ll prove her wrong.
I’ll show her I’m one of the good guys.
— THE GOOD GUYS SERIES —
TRUCKER, BOOK #1: http://amzn.to/2f4LhTi
A TRUCKER CHRISTMAS, A Romantic Short Story: http://amzn.to/2fhgOPi
My attention was snagged by a girl in the cage on the opposite side of the room because a guy had approached her. He tried to stick his hand through the bars, obviously intent on copping a feel. A bouncer quickly intervened, steering the intoxicated man over to a less crowded area.
Through body language and hand gestures, I could tell the bulky security guard was explaining that touching the girls was against the rules.
Drunk Dude huffed, gave the dancer one last lingering look, then staggered over to the bar.
My eyes trailed back over to the girl who was still moving around as though nothing happened and, suddenly, I couldn’t look away. I was captivated.
Not because she was hot—and she was hot—but because she was smiling. A big, genuine smile.
Her movements kept in time with the peppy beat of ‘Vacation’ by the Go-Go’s as she started hopping around.
Her big ‘80s-styled hair flew through the air as she spastically tilted her head from side to side. The long chocolate strands whipped around the confines of the cage and I swear I could see her laughing.
She was having fun. She loved this.
The jean shorts she had on were so short that I could see her ass cheeks hanging out of the bottom and my eyes traveled down her toned legs, then back up. Her waist was tiny and she had an hourglass shape with full breasts, which were jiggling with her every move.
This was entertainment.
Not only was this girl gorgeous and sexy—she was also goofy as fuck. She did some sort of head-banging move before twirling around like a ballerina.
She was still grinning and her chest shook with giggles. I could almost imagine what it would sound like to hear her laugh.
And as I watched, I found myself laughing along.