The Devils Temptation; Erotic Short Stories
“Are we literally dancing?”
He nods. “A little. But it’s more like lap dancing, and then…okay, it’s sort of like those Magic Mike movies,” he concedes.
“Show me.”
“Aw hell yeah,” Quinton says. “I’ve been waiting to add to my moves. Let’s see what you got, white boy.”
“Are you serious right now?” Axl says, standing and attempting to glare at Quinton.
Quinton ignores him, powering off the television and picking up his phone. “What kind of music do you need? I’m connected to the Bluetooth.”