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  She remembered what Connie had said about her having the body of a pole dancer. Had she known this would be one of the challenges? She was going to have a good long chat with Lee’s new wife when they got back.

  Shelly led them all to a curtained doorway. “Up those stairs you’ll find a main stage that will lead you to your individual walkways. Dance one entire song on that walkway for your men. When the next song starts, give him the lap dance of his dreams, and just be open to the pleasure. It’s a wonderful experience. The men know what they have to do to get the next clue, so go on and show them what you’ve got!”

  Shelly stopped Charli as the others went on ahead. “Your guys have already been told, but I wanted to let you know that you can only pick one to lap dance with, and the other men can watch, but they aren’t allowed to touch you until the song ends. Okay? Great!”

  She rushed off, clipboard in hand while Charli took a deep breath. Was she really going to do this? The music started, and she walked out onto the main stage. Of course she was. She never backed down from a bet.

  Charli strode to the rhythm of the beat, watching her counterparts do the same with a smile. Dawn, despite her shyness, seemed determined to do this for Tim. And from the expression on his face, Charli could tell he appreciated it. She walked to the end of her walkway and placed her hands on her hips. “If any of you laugh at me, I’ll give you a wedgie. Or steal your lunch money.”

  “Charli?”

  “Dear God. And thank you. Amen.”

  “Fuck, Chuck. You look—”

  She lifted her chin threateningly, but Simon’s gaze was focused entirely on her breasts. He sighed. “Amazing.”

  “Yeah?” She caught Shelly making a dancing motion and started to sway to the music. Eric, Raf and Simon were staring at her, looking dazed and totally enthralled. Heat pooled between her thighs. Being the focus of this kind of attention felt…well it felt great. Empowering. Something she could definitely get used to.

  There was a pole, and Charli had always wanted to try one. All those mountain-climbing muscles were put to good use as she leapt up onto the steel cylinder, using her thighs to cling, her arms spread out in a backward arch that gave her the perfect, upside-down view of her audience.

  “Sweet Jesus.”

  “Did you know she could do that?”

  Simon didn’t respond, barely took his blue eyes off her long enough to blink.

  Charli’s smile was wicked. She lifted herself up, sliding down the pole until she was on her knees on her walkway, crawling closer to the edge of the stage. “How are the others doing? Are we winning?”

  “Who knows? Who cares?” Eric’s cheeks were flushed, and Rafael looked over at him, before turning his attention back to Charli.

  “I forgot. You’re fulfilling Professor Eric’s favorite fantasy, sugar. He’s gonna have a hard time keeping his hands off you.”

  Charli stopped her forward motion, sitting up to rub her hands slowly over her damp shirt. Her nipples were hard. Sensitive. The three heartfelt groans made her chuckle. “What fantasy?”

  “Nothing.” Eric glared at Rafael, but Raf just smiled.

  “No use lying about it, friend. Eric used to tell us that his favorite fantasy was of you as one of his students. One of his bad students. Who needed to be punished.”

  Charli blinked. The gush of arousal dampened her white schoolgirl panties, and she slid her hand between her legs unconsciously.

  “She likes that idea, Eric.” Simon’s voice was rough, and she shivered as though he’d touched her skin. “She really likes it. Don’t you, Chuck?”

  She stuck out her tongue, but inside she was quaking. Images of her bent over Eric’s desk, being spanked, being fucked, filled her mind. She closed her eyes, arching her neck as her hand disappeared beneath her skirt.

  The music ended and Rafael made a sound of frustration. All three men shifted in their seats.

  “Time for the next round, ladies. You know what to do. You too, guys.” Shelly’s upbeat voice jerked Charli out of her fantasy, making her blush. The new music was slower, sultrier. Reminded her of sex. As if anything didn’t right now.

  “You have to pick one, babe. Have to pick one of us to dance for.”

  It wasn’t as difficult a choice as she thought. She’d been planning to pick him anyway, if only because she’d thought he was the least likely to tease her. But now. Now she wanted to choose him for an entirely different reason.

  “I choose Eric.”

  Chapter Three

  Charli slid off the elevated catwalk and walked over to Eric, close enough to feel their knees touch. “Is this okay with you?”

  “Are you kidding? Yes, Charli. God yes. It’s okay with me.”

  Eric spread his legs, allowing her room to maneuver closer. This was crazy. Never in her life had she imagined she’d be doing this. Giving anyone a costumed lap dance, let alone one of her oldest friends. But honestly, she was too turned on to care. “You wanted to see me…Professor?”

  His groans were echoed by Simon and Rafael. Rafael rubbed his hands together in evil delight. “Man, I love this game. Dance for him, Charli. Drive him nuts. He deserves it.”

  She let her hips sway to the sultry tempo, her legs rubbing Eric’s soft linen pants. He slid his hot hands up her stockings, until he was gripping the bare skin of her thighs above the fabric. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to touch you like this.”

  She raised her arms above her head, her body weaving instinctively to the music. “What else do you want to do, Professor?”

  Simon leaned forward. “Tell her. Tell her what a naughty girl she’s been. She got caught cheating, and she’ll have to stay after school.”

  Charli gasped at the spell he was casting with his words. She leaned forward, until her wet, cloth covered breasts filled Eric’s line of sight. “I’ll do anything to get an A.”

  “Fuck.” Eric’s hands slid higher, his fingers tracing the edges of her panties. He opened his mouth, scraping his teeth quickly over the nipple taunting him, and Charli stumbled. Eric tightened his grip so she wouldn’t fall, their gazes clashing.

  “I won’t be able to resist doing that again. You better sit on my lap, Charli.”

  She turned to find herself facing Simon and Rafael. Both of them looked so needy. Hungry. She placed her hands on Eric’s knees, and he guided her onto his lap. “Oh my.”

  “Is he hard for you, Charli? Can you feel his cock against your ass, feel the pulse of it against your skin?”

  She bit her lip at Rafael’s questions. “Yes. I can feel it.”

  Eric’s hands came up to cup her aching breasts, and he made a harsh sound against her neck. “Charli, baby, I knew they’d feel like this.”

  Simon wasn’t one to be left out. “You’re a naughty girl, Chuck. But you can make him give you an A. Grind your ass against him… Yes, like that. Show him how good you can be. Show him how much you want it.”

  She pressed against Eric, feeling his hard cock against her as she pushed her breasts into his hands. Her body was on fire.

  “Touch her, Professor. Show her what an A will cost her.” Eric slid one hand off her breast, giving her nipple a final squeeze before gliding down her belly and lifting her skirt.

  “Fuck.”

  “Not yet, Chuck. But soon. Very soon, if I have anything to say about it.” Charli looked directly into Simon’s eyes as Eric’s fingers slipped inside her soaked panties, through the tight curls until he reached the core of her sex.

  “She’s so wet. She’s soaking my fingers. Jesus, Charli, I have to…” Eric pushed his middle finger deep, adding another when she cried out, her hips pumping against his hand.

  “Lift your skirt, Charli. Don’t leave us out, baby.” Rafael’s hands were curled into his leather chair, his knuckles whitening as she did as he asked. Eric’s hand left her other breast to pull her panties to the side, leaving her completely bare to their gazes.

  Charli leaned back fully against Eric,
unable to hold herself up, all of her being focused on his fingers thrusting in and out of her sex.

  “You have such a beautiful pussy, Chuck. Such a hot, wet pussy. We’re all so hungry for it, babe. So hungry for a taste. So hungry to fuck it.”

  “Oh shit.” She wanted Simon to shut up. She wanted him to keep talking. She was close. So close to coming that she started to panic. A small voice in her mind told her this was it. The moment when everything changed between them. She shook her head.

  “Don’t fight it, Charli. Please let me feel it. Let me feel you come around my fingers. You’re so tight, Charli. I’ve never felt anything so tight.” She struggled in his lap. She had to get away. Couldn’t let go.

  Rafael growled. “This is my fantasy. Did you know that, Charli? Watching you. Watching Eric. Both of you flushed with desire. Both of you dying to come. Only my dream ends when I get to fuck you. When I get to slide my cock deep inside your pussy, and then deep inside Eric’s sweet ass.”

  “Damn it, Raf.” Eric’s cock jerked and throbbed against her despite his reaction, and she couldn’t hold back anymore. She came with a shout, heedless of the other racers, mindless to anything but the pleasure and the visual Rafael’s words brought to mind. He and Eric. Together.

  Eric murmured praise in her ear, petting her damp sex with a gentle hand. She felt him lower her skirt quickly, opening her eyes to find the men standing protectively in front of her, Florenz beside them.

  “I’m truly sorry to interrupt. But since you succeeded in giving her an orgasm, I have your next clue.”

  Right. The game. Apparently they were told they had to make her come while she danced for them. She’d forgotten for a moment. Let herself get carried away.

  Charli lifted herself off of Eric’s lap, stepping back with her arms crossed over her breasts when the other two reached for her. “So. Next clue? What’s it say? We better hurry, it looks like Tim and Dawn are already on their way.”

  “You okay, Chuck?”

  She waved his worry away without making eye contact. “The clue?”

  Rafael handed her the clue, his attention fixed on Eric, who was licking his fingers with a thoroughness that made her whimper and turn away.

  “It says, ‘Another map, another clue. To trust each other, it takes two.’ Looks like this time someone else might have to dress up and dance like a fool. Speaking of that, I’m going to hurry up and change.”

  “Charli?” Eric turned her toward him, lifting her chin with his still-damp fingers. She shivered. “Thank you.”

  He kissed her forehead and she looked down, noticing the tented linen, the damp spot on the cloth covering the tip of his erection. He was thanking her? He’d given her one of the greatest orgasms of her life, and he was still painfully aroused. She should be thanking him. “Sure. We’re a team, right?”

  He smiled. “Always.” He lifted one eyebrow and raised his voice to include the others. “As long as Rafael keeps his man fantasies to himself.”

  Rafael chuckled, but there was little humor in it. “Charli seemed to like the idea.”

  She sprinted up to the stage and behind the curtain to the changing room. She couldn’t have that conversation right now. Couldn’t admit how turned on the idea of Raf and Eric fucking made her.

  Had someone spiked her tequila? Because of them she’d had precious few encounters with the opposite sex. All of them groping and clumsy. All of them leaving her wanting.

  Charli never told Simon, but the vibrator he’d jokingly bought her for her thirtieth birthday had been worn out in less than a month. It had also started her secret obsession with mechanical boyfriends. They didn’t have to pass muster with the guys. They came in nondescript boxes, and required only a plug or a few double-A batteries to be happy.

  She’d told herself that it was enough to satisfy her. But she couldn’t lie anymore. Not after today. Eric’s hands on her skin, Simon and Rafael looking on…it blew her away. It was so incredibly erotic, so arousing. She’d thought Lee was insane for having two girlfriends, now wives, at once, but she could finally understand the attraction.

  Don’t think about it. All three of them together. Simon inside her, owning her while she watched Rafael make Eric scream with pleasure. Rafael taking her from behind and Eric fucking her pussy while she sucked Simon’s cock in her mouth.

  Great job, Charli. Way to not think about it.

  She pulled the rubberbands out of her hair, not bothering to put it up again as she sprinted down the stairs to the street where they were waiting for her. She had to get it together. This was just a game to them, an exciting experience they were determined to win for a bet. Eventually, after they’d won, they’d laugh about this night, make a few lewd comments and move on.

  She crossed her fingers.

  She’d seen Simon and Rafael whispering together right before they’d arrived at their next destination. What were they up to now? Shelly bounced up to them with a brilliant smile. “Your team is making excellent time. Okay. Now we’ll need Charli, and an extra volunteer to make this particular challenge work.”

  “Rock it, boys.” Charli shared a good-humored smile with Shelly as they watched the three men play rock, paper, scissors. Eric lost. Three times.

  The other two subtly bumped fists, and she knew. They’d rigged it. They’d wanted to make sure Eric would lose. It was a good game for that. Even Charli knew Eric believed he had a system for that ridiculous game. But system equaled predictability when you’d known each other as long as they had.

  “You two will need to wear this. Only for a minute. Simon and Rafael here will lead you to where you need to go. You just have to trust them.” Charli saw the blindfolds in her hand and sighed.

  Eric took a step back. “No fuckin’ way.”

  She crossed her arms. “So it’s okay for me to totally demean myself and be put in outrageous situations, but not you?”

  He put his hands up. “Charli, I just—”

  She stared at him in silence until he nodded. “You’re absolutely right. I’m being a jerk.” He took the blindfold and snorted. “I’m just a little out of my element.”

  She wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Join the club. I just want to know when it will be Simon and Raf’s turn to suffer.”

  Eric’s long lashes lowered over those sea green eyes. “They’ll have a turn. Don’t you worry about that.”

  They allowed Shelly to tie the blindfolds around their heads. Charli found her other senses on high alert. She could hear the conversations in Spanish in a nearby shop. Smell the aroma of something delicious cooking on an open grill, and her stomach growled.

  Betsy and Bill, the English couple, had just arrived. Betsy was giggling like a teenager at something Florenz was telling her. Shelly touched her hand. “I’m going to hand you over to Simon now, okay, Charli?”

  “Wait. I wanted to ask… You did this before? With Florenz?”

  She could almost hear the smile in Shelly’s voice. “Yes. I did. I went a little wild when I came here for summer break. I was willing to try anything. I lucked out, though, because it brought me to him.”

  Charli smiled. “I’m a late bloomer. This is my first time going wild.”

  Shelly laughed. “If I may say so, you seem to be making up for lost time.”

  She felt the moment Simon came up to stand beside her. Shelly placed her hand in his, and Charli shivered. She loved all of them, but she knew she was closest to Simon. He’s the one who had stayed up all night with her, even after the others had passed out on their sleeping bags, when her grandmother had died. The one who’d come up with the idea for Lee’s aunt to take Charli in so she wouldn’t be sent off to live with some stranger, or be stuck in the foster-care system for the rest of her adolescence. They’d even decided to go into business together, making Lee an equal partner in their sporting-goods chain. They sold outdoor adventures, and they were damn good at it. Without Simon, she didn’t know where she’d be.
/>   He was also the one she’d fantasized about most often. Maybe it was because, as close as they were, he was still a mystery. He had an air of secrecy about him, like there was a part of him he kept separate from everyone. And, she had to admit, he had a rock-hard body. The man was a stone-cold fox.

  “You’re so quiet, Chuck. What are you thinking?”

  “I’ll never tell.”

  He leaned closer as the doors swung open to yet another crowded club. “Wanna bet?”

  “Don’t start, Simon. I think I’m through with gambling for a while. Just tell me where to go so I don’t trip.”

  “Trust me, babe. I won’t let you fall.”

  She was starting to think it was a little too late for that promise.

  They were walking down a narrow hallway. She could hear Eric grumbling at Rafael ahead of her and smiled. Simon’s breath caressed her ear. “Raf was right, wasn’t he, Chuck? It was the idea of them together that finally sent you over the edge.”

  She bit her lip. “Is that weird?”

  He slowed down. “No. There’s nothing weird about people wanting one another. Sex is the most natural thing on the planet. Some people just need to have the ability to control the situation taken out of their hands, so they can finally be honest about what it is they want. So they can see what’s right in front of them.”

  Was he talking about Eric, or her? “Have you ever lost control?”

  “I came close tonight. Watching you come. Watching Eric fuck you with his fingers. I wanted to knock young Florenz to the ground for interrupting us. But if he hadn’t, I might not have been able to stop myself from taking you myself.”

  Charli licked her lips. Her body had started to heat again. God, she loved it when he talked like that. Simon turned her, guiding her through a doorway. He murmured a low “thank you,” to someone, and then the door closed and locked behind them.