A Desire to Last a Lifetime

2- "Hot male stripper."

Alright. I think I’m going to be a judge tonight! Let’s see if this hottie here will get a grade A from me for his entertainment skills!

The tiny spotlight was directed at his face, allowing me to examine it in greater detail. He appeared to be a half-westerner, perhaps half-Spanish or Mexican. His body is toned, and he has wet sexy lips, brownish eyes, a naturally lifted nose, and thick brows. His good looks appeared to be like a muscled cowboy star in typical telenovelas.

There's something else I noticed while he's dancing to enchant me. He seems to be staring right into my soul. His demeanor and expression both convey extreme seriousness.

I could almost smirk in annoyance. Why would he be so serious in the middle of his entertainment? Isn’t he supposed to smile to make us, his viewers, enjoy this kind of sexy show?!

What the heck? It appears as if he was only forced to do this job and even hates it! What is seriously wrong with him?

Why did he choose this work if he didn’t like to dance in the first place? Oh, I'm sure it's because he's short of money! If that's so, he has to do his obligation right, no matter how much he dislikes it! And not to let us see that he despises it greatly by putting on that almost mad, annoyed face!

"Aubree..." I called my friend while still not breaking my eyes on the man.

Aubree glanced at me. "Yes, Eli?"

"Is this the only male dancer the bar can afford to send us?" I asked in an insulting tone while still staring at the macho hombre.

"Huh? What do you mean?" she asked, suddenly confused.

"Look at him." I pointed at the man with my finger. “There's no way he can keep us satisfied, and he doesn't even seem to have enough s****l allure! He's completely plain and boring!"

Shocked, my friends widened their gazes in disbelief. "Eliana!"

"What? I'm just telling you my observations!" I reasoned out.

I kept staring at him while sipping from my liquor glass.

"So d*mn boring!"

The anger he feels towards my words may explain the newfound blaze in his eyes. There's indignation in there somewhere!

Let him rage! I'm not pleased with him! Sorry, but I'm not amazed. What a dull guy! Look at that frowny face—it's not even thrilling! Just plain, and I don't enjoy it at all!

"What else can you do besides dancing and plastering that smirk on your face?" I asked him mockingly.

His expression became even more aggravated and triggered. It's as if I'm about to be devoured. But honestly, who gives a f*ck?

With my stiletto raised to strike at his sturdy chest, I downed another glass of alcohol. Yes, I just lifted my foot so that my heel brushed against his naked chest.

"Oh god! Eliana, what are you doing?!" Aubree shouted, feeling totally scandalized because of what I was doing.

"Finding thrills?" I grinned and challenged the male stripper.

I saw him take a deep breath as he looked at my red stiletto on his naked chest. He was already having trouble breathing when he caught sight of my bare, smooth thighs. There are no shorts on me, not even cycling shorts, and I am wearing a red dress. Naturally, he could see my panties while I was sitting on the couch with one leg stomping on his chest. But I don't care!

What do I have to be embarrassed about when I have expensive and d*mn sexy undies? Nothing! And, besides, I have fair skin from head to toe, especially on my legs, so I have nothing to be afraid of or be intimidated by those deep-seated eyes!

My stiletto slid slowly down his chest, past his six-pack abs, and into the garter of his boxer briefs. I came to a complete halt and pushed seductively at him, so he stepped back slightly.

"Eliana, that’s enough! You're already drunk!" Layla, acting like a mom, caringly rebuked me.

She even tried to hold me on my shoulders, but I gently raised my palm to stop her. I don’t want her to interrupt my enjoyment, especially now that I'm just starting to have real fun!

"What else can you do? Is that your only means of entertaining us? What a bore!" I dug into my bag, pulled some cash, and tossed it into the man's face. "I've already paid the cost. We need you to stop being so boring and, instead, start captivating us!"

"Eliana!" Aubree also wanted me to keep silent already.

I know how demeaning it was to throw money at the man's face. Yet, what other options do I have? I can't stand him because he's no fun to watch and a totally boring dude!

"Dance!" I kept shouting and ordering him as if I had paid even his soul just to please me and my demands.

Instead of dancing, he just stood there, staring at me with dangerous, dagger eyes.

"I said, dance! We’ve paid you here! My friend paid this bar for you to entertain us tonight, so dance!" My temper flared, and in a fit of rage, I slammed my high heel down on his body.

Still, it didn't make him move even a bit.

We shot each other in hostile gazes. I got so frustrated with him that my eyes narrowed. His expression hadn't changed; he was still deadly serious—not until I saw him grin. One hell of a sneer!

I came to a halt and felt as if all the air in my body had been sucked out of me, and I quickly lost my breath. That was the first time I saw him smirking!

"Confident enough to insult others just like that, huh?" he finally voiced out huskily.

Suddenly, I felt so lost for words! I was just stunned!

When I was about to put my leg down, he grabbed it and held it against his chest. He did not let my stiletto down!

"What the heck?!" I hissed at him.

He lowered his head as his tongue licked my ankle, going up to my toe and down to my wiggling legs. My body turned to jelly as it reacted to his hot, mind-blowing warm touches that traced every inch of my skin. D*mn it!

Not even in my wildest dreams did I imagine getting turned on and intimidated by a man I merely knew, and yet, currently, I felt myself as if giving in to be the subject of this man’s desire and lust. With a freaking male stripper!