Fire and Desire (BWWM Romance) Read Free

Spice’s face. She relaxed and proceeded to undress to the beat of the music. Her hands roamed down her body and then back up, stopping at the strings of her halter top. It fell down almost if by accident, exposing her left breast, and then the right.
    She rolled her hips as she slid the rest of the outfit to the floor; then she proceeded to climb on the chaise like tiger, slow and graceful. When she reached the other end of the chaise, she spun around and swung her legs across the arm of the chair. Spice lay upside down, facing the camera.
    A sly grin spread across her face. She brought a finger to her mouth, sucking on it with her glossy red lips. The other hand moved up her inverted body—past her breast to her navel and stopped inside thongs. She played with herself for a moment, then removed her fingers, showing the juice that flowed off them to the camera.
    In a forward flip motion, she removed her thongs and landed with her rear end facing the camera. She exposed her pink nectar for Kenny to get an up close and personal view.
    Emily had seen all she needed to see. She left her office and returned to the room. With a few small taps on the door, she said, “Get dressed and come straight down stairs.”
    She made her way back downstairs to her checklist. Her gaze skimmed the page, and she wrote a note under performance: Has what it takes.
    Footsteps alerted her to Spice approaching. Emily rose off the couch and made her way to the front door. She waited as Spice reached the last step.
    “I’ll give you a call or email you within the next few days.” Emily smiled.
    “Did I do okay?” Her face scrunched up in confusion.
    “I’ll call you.” Emily unlocked the door and opened it. “Have a nice day.”
    Spice took the hint and left. Emily closed the door behind her and let out deep breath before calling Kenny back.
    “You enjoy the show?” she asked as soon as he answered.
    “Did I? You know I did. The question is, what do you think, boss lady?”
    Emily laughed. “She’s hell of a lot better than the last three. Normally when I interview someone who’s worked at a strip club, they’re so involved with working the pole and doing tricks they don’t connect to the client. They have to learn the art of making a client feel as if they are with them in the room. Spice performed for you and you only. Heck, if I was a man, I would have wanted her.”
    “I guess that means she’s hired.” His smile could be felt through the phone.
    “She won’t get a call back to the end of the week. For some reason, when I call them too early, they act like they made this business and I need them. They have the nerve to act like they are doing me a favor by logging on.” Emily’s tone went up an octave. “Please, my name is Mercedes. I can still put a man in a trance and make him come his pants in less than a minute so they better recognize who the Queen Bee really is.”
    Emily closed her eyes and counted to ten, still reeling over firing some of her models who were too diva for the business the previous week.
    Jasmine and Sapphire somehow felt Emily should pay for their clothing as well as personal vacations outside of the ones she sent them on in groups to take photos for the website. Emily had a deal with a clothing designer. The woman used to stop by the club selling her outfits to the dancers when Emily first started dancing. She extended the hefty discount to her girls as long as they bought three or more outfits at a time, and even gave them one free when they made the top five on the site. Her bending any further to please Jasmine and Sapphire was simply out of the question.
    Emily even booked headline shows across the nation at various strip clubs that brought in major cash just because of her site. All they had to do was dance three songs for a flat fee. No lap dancing unless they wanted to for extra, but she left the decision up to them. They did, however, have to mingle with the clientele. Jasmine and Sapphire