Hot In Here. Susan Lyons

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      It seemed as if his eyes were searching the crowd and Jenny felt their sparkling blueness pass over her, Ann, Suzanne and Rina. His hands left his waist and went to his neck. He peeled off the bow tie and tossed it—directly toward their foursome.

      “Suze, grab it!” Rina ordered.

      Suzanne—the tallest of their group—reached up. Another eager girl jostled her and they both stumbled. The bow tie fell neatly into Jenny’s hands.

      Laughing, Jenny raised her hands as high as they could go, flaunting her trophy. For a moment her eyes met those of the man on stage and he winked. Then the spotlight went off and this time he was gone for good.

      He’d winked. Had he actually thrown the bow tie to her? Jenny’s heart was racing. Had he seen her in the crowd, singled her out? Was the bow tie a sign he wanted her, too?

      Nah, that was crazy. She’d done nothing to make him want, much less even notice, her. But maybe, if she interviewed him later…

      “Jen, sit down.” Ann was tugging her hand. “The next guy’s coming on.”

      More? Shouldn’t the night end with the best?

      She sank into her chair, realizing her legs were wobbly. “It’s gonna be downhill from here,” she told the others as she looped the bow tie around her neck. Mmm. It was damp and smelled all musky and male.

      And her thong, the inside of her thighs, couldn’t get any wetter.

      The next firefighter was a bust, which was a relief because her body could settle down a bit. The guy was Chinese-Canadian, about the same size as the pole-dancing woman. Good-looking, but he couldn’t dance worth a damn.

      “Hate to criticize my own kind,” Jenny told her friends, “but Asian men should stick to martial arts. When it comes to dance, they’re pretty wimpy.” She cast a sly glance at Suzanne. “And while I’m stereotyping, got any comment on Jaxon?” Her friend was long-distance dating—and phone- and cyber-sexing—an African-American man who lived in San Francisco.

      Suzanne gave a self-satisfied smile. “Oh, yeah, Jaxon has an amazing sense of rhythm.” She winked. “Even on the dance floor.”

      “Go ahead, rub it in,” Ann said. “You’re the only one of us who’s had good sex in ages.”

      “You have to actually go out with a guy to have good sex,” Suzanne pointed out. “You’re always working.”

      “Jen and I go out,” Rina said. “Just not with as much success as you.”

      “Your day will come,” Suzanne said blithely.

      “I’d like to come sooner rather than later, please,” Jenny said. Preferably tonight, and with saxophone guy, not her vibrator. Somehow, though she’d never even spoken to him, her body knew him. Knew he was the one man in the room tonight who could give her what she needed. If she ever got her hands on that guy, she’d finally have sex tales to rival Suze’s.

      Nice fantasy, Jen, she thought as she turned her attention back to the stage. Like you’d ever have the guts to try to seduce a man like that.

      Damn, she was always talking a big story, and managed to persuade her friends she was “out there” and in charge. Why couldn’t she persuade herself?

      She always egged on the other girls to be bolder, more free and easy about their sexuality. Time to listen to her own advice. It wasn’t like she bought into the traditional values her family was always pushing on her.

      If she wanted a guy, she could fucking well go after him.

      A white guy who had a dangerous job. He was everything her family would disapprove of. But when had that ever stopped her? It wasn’t like her folks would find out. Though she might think they were nuts, she’d never hurt them. At home she was the dutiful, respectful daughter.

      But did she really want this guy? He was eye candy, with no depth.

      No, he was primo eye candy with a very impressive package that would do an excellent job of probing her own depths.

      Perfect for one night of her life when her body was already so hot it was ready to explode.

      Seize the night, girl! Better still, seize the guy.

      The last few performances went by in a blur.

      Would she, wouldn’t she? Could she really be that gutsy and outrageous? And even if she did make a move on him, why would he choose her? She was pretty enough, but so were lots of other women in this room. And maybe he liked blondes or redheads. Tall, busty women.

      The last number ended, the applause died away and the audience waited expectantly. The emcee, a C-cup woman herself in that black leather corset, came on stage. “Give us five minutes, folks, then we’ll announce the results.”

      “It’s supposed to be based on the loudness and length of applause, right?” Rina asked.

      “Yeah, they say they have some kind of applause meter,” Jenny told her. “Obviously the top twelve get the calendar slots, and the overall winner gets February.”

      “Not the cover?” Ann asked.

      Jenny shook her head. “They’ll pick the cover from the pictures taken at the photo shoot.”

      Suzanne elbowed her. “Attending that photo shoot, Jen?”

      Jenny chuckled. “You read my mind. I’d already figured pitching that for a follow-up story.”

      Rina sighed. “Oh, God, can we come along, too?” Then she glanced around the table. “So, what’s your vote? Who’s going to win February?”

      Jenny touched the bow tie at her neck. “No question.”

      “He was great,” Ann said, “but I also liked the silver-haired guy. There was some quality about him….”

      “Age,” Jenny said promptly.

      “Experience,” Ann snapped back. “I bet he’s the best lover in the group.”

      “No way. My guy is.”

      “Your guy?” Ann raised an eyebrow.

      Jenny grinned. She wasn’t about to share her plans in case she didn’t succeed. But if luck was on her side tonight, at their next Monday dinner she’d usurp Suzanne as queen of the sexy tales.

      “Suze?” Rina asked. “Who do you pick?”

      “As a lover, none of them could possibly measure up to Jaxon.”

      She said it as if there weren’t the slightest doubt in the world, and Jenny felt a pang of envy. Suze wasn’t talking just about sex, but love. Every girl’s dream—and a dream Jenny had never come even close to experiencing.

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