Fighting for Arielle Read Free Page B

bra still hooked to it, I witness a wonderfully sweet smell that wafts over me.  It smells like flowers and sweetness and joy and warmth.  Inhaling deeply, to take in as much of the scent as I can, I turn my eyes back to her.  She has moved further away from me on the stage, and already I feel her absence.  I want her back in front of me.  Looking at me.  Dancing for me.  Teasing me.  
    She glances over to me and winks just before she spins around with the fans in front and behind her.  She faces the side with her fans in front of her body, and I can see the contours of her back, ass, and legs.  Her ass is perfect as it curves away from the small of her back and then tucks at the top of her thighs.  Her eyes bore into me as she rolls through her body, almost calling me to her with her body movements alone.  I think I must be dreaming.  No woman can have this kind of effect on me.  
    As the song comes to an end, she moves the fans behind her, making them look like a large peacock tail.  As she stands in this position, her chest is pushed forward, and I gaze upon that silhouette that captivated me in the dark, only this time it’s completely on display.  When I thought seeing her figure from the side was perfection, I clearly had yet to behold her from the front.  The glitter on her skin sparkles and calls attention to her perfectly shaped tits, which are now only covered by silver pasties. I begin to imagine what her nipples must look like under there.  What they feel like.  What they taste like.  I take in the rest of her body, which has a beautiful, taut stomach, perfectly shaped hips- I love curvy hips -and long, lean, and muscular legs.  As she catches my gaze one last time, I see the left corner of her mouth raise slightly, along with her eyebrow.  I think about what those lips must taste like and how my name must sound coming from them.  In an instant, the lights turn out, and she is gone.
                  I blink a few times to try to wrap my head around what just happened when I hear the thunderous roar of claps, whistles, and cat calls.  I don’t remember them being this loud the whole time.   I look around the table and see the bachelor party cheering, hi-fiving each other, and telling me what a “lucky bastard” I am.  
    The show ends with a big finale of lots of buxom and beautiful girls on stage , bowing to rounds of applause, but I can’t seem to focus on anything.  I wonder if I am going to see this amazing woman again.  Then, I try and figure out why I even care if I see her again.  
    Shaking my head out of that place, I feel a nudge in my side.  I glance over to see Elkins displaying the cheesiest, toothy smile.  I look back up to the stage, and there she is in a sleek corset, fringed panties, and some really hot stiletto heels.  The crowd stands as she garners the loudest applause of all.  She curtsies delicately, but still manages to look scintillating as she does it.  She looks over to me, blows me a kiss, and moves upstage to meet the rest of the performers so that they can all take a full cast bow, which is customary after all performances.
    The curtains come down, and we begin to regroup, talking about our next destination.  Elkins wants to go out to a bar, Wyllie wants to go back and party in the hotel suite, and some other guys want find a place to pick up women.  
    As I am listening to everyone talking over one another, I hear a voice behind me say, “I think you have something that belongs to me.”  
    Hearing that smooth, sexy , yet calming, voice, I immediately know who it is.  Before I can turn around to view the lips speaking to me, Elkins steps in front of me.
    “Hey!  You were smoking up there!  You were the best one.  So fu- I mean, freaking hot!” he gushes, sidling up to her.  
    “Thank you so much.  That’s really sweet of you to say,” she says as she scans her eyes across the now encircled group of men around her, and then