© Copyright KIMBERLY DEAN, 2006.
With a broad smile, the hypnotist bounded across the stage and down to the bottom of the stairs. “Okay. Come and get me, Gorgeous.”
For a moment, Copper just sat there.
“She’s not going to do it,” Larry whispered.
He barely got the words out of his mouth before she slowly rose to her feet.
“Uh oh,” Jolene said. When her sister started walking across the stage, she clamped her hand over her husband’s forearm. “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.”
Nick’s full concentration was on Copper, as was every other heterosexual male’s in the place. A few sexually ambivalent ones, too. He watched as she accepted the hypnotist’s hand as she walked down the stairs. The look on the man’s face was hopeful but she passed right on by him.
The crowd laughed at his comical disappointment.
The laughter quickly died. It was replaced with a heavy feeling of anticipation as Copper slowly surveyed the room.
Nick noticed intuitively that she was moving differently. More confidently. Her chin was held high, her back was straight and her chest was out. The sway of her hips, though, nearly caused one elderly man to hyperventilate.
She was a woman on the hunt.
Eyes that watched her became heavy-lidded. Mouths went dry and more than one man shifted in his chair as his cock stirred to attention.
Nick’s was past stirring. He was so rock hard, he could hardly breathe.
“Larry, what do we do?” Jolene whispered.
Larry’s verbalization skills had suddenly disappeared.
Breaths caught as Copper found her mark. She started moving across the room, not quickly, but definitely with purpose. The intrigue thickened and eagerness lit the place like a fuse.
Nick tensed, ready to stop whatever was about to detonate.
He couldn’t move, though, when she turned her sights on him.
“She’s not under,” Jolene said with a heavy sigh as her sister headed to their table. She started to pick up her purse. “Let’s get her out of here.”
This time it was Larry who caught his wife by the arm.
Nick’s pulse was pounding in his temples when Copper came to a stop directly in front of him. The look on her face was sultry. Aroused. She might be entranced but there was clear determination in her eyes.
She knew who he was and she knew what she wanted.
Watching him intently, she began working her close-fitting skirt up her legs.
“Oh my God!” Jolene gasped.
“Holy shit!” Larry said, his capacity for speech returning.
Nick was rooted to his chair when he saw black lace panties. He couldn’t tear his gaze from them as Copper sexily straddled his legs and lowered herself onto his lap. Convulsively, his hands came up and clamped onto her waist. “Copper,” he said through gritted teeth.
She leaned forward, rubbing her hands against his chest. Her cheek brushed against his as she whispered into his ear. “I like your dragon.”