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themselves, throwing back drinks to cool the fire that transpired the moment we locked eyes on him. However, all I can think about is how hot Ashton would look like in a firefighter’s outfit. Just the thought is enough to make me orgasm on the spot. Holy shit. I’m brought back to the now when right on cue the distinctive intro of ‘Hot in Herre’ by Nelly begins to play, and the moment the beat begins to kick in, he begins to sexily sway his hips in front of Mia—who’s currently flushing forty shades of pink, her mouth agape.
    His stare is quite hypnotizing as he focuses only on Mia, his hips rotating in precise movements, doing a few subtle thrusts as he slides the jacket from his body, causing the girls around me to shriek with excitement.
    Then he saunters closer to her, and the redness in her cheeks flame a few shades brighter as he sexily swipes his fingers through her hair, giving her a wicked smile. With a smoothness that could make any woman’s panties melt, he removes Mia’s veil and replaces it with his fireman’s hat. He throws the veil to Riley and I giggle when Mia shoots her a death glare. After a few beats, Mia’s eyes almost double in size as the stripper straddles her lap and begins to give her a lap dance. He slides his fingers under his suspenders, pulling them from his chest before slackening them until they hang loose from his waist.
    He continues to dance and his hands suggestively travel down his torso until they come to a stop at his waist. Then cheers erupt around me when he cups himself, causing Mia to throw her hands over her eyes, her shoulders shuddering with shrieking laughter. When the song hits the beat of the chorus he slowly begins to back away, and with minimal effort he rips his trousers from his legs, revealing a pair of very tight boxer shorts and a huge bulge. I can see Alana out of the corner of my eye with Mia’s mom and I choke with laughter as I watch them almost pawing over him, their eyes shining in pure amazement at such a fine specimen of a man.
    Never losing his rhythm, he retrieves a bottle of baby oil out of what seems like thin air. Without wasting a moment of torturing Mia, he flicks the lid open and lifts it above his head as he squirts a generous amount over his chest. The deafening screams around me hit an all-time high and the club suddenly feels like a goddamn sauna. I’m more than content with Ashton, but even I have to admit this guy is hot.
    Mia’s mouth pops open again when the stripper takes hold of her hand and seductively drags it over his glistening torso. Riley begins to take snapshots on her phone and Mia’s eyes zone on her with a ‘don’t you fucking dare’ glare before nervous giggles erupt from her mouth. Then without warning, she’s dragged to her feet and with yet another slick move, he lifts her leg over his thigh and simulates hard-core thrusting, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
    After a moment he lets go of her leg, and with some kind of Channing Tatum body popping dance move, he moves behind her and I just about fall off my seat when he bends her over and simulates fucking her from behind.
    “Oh my God!” I shriek, causing Jo beside me to grip hold of my arm, laughing violently against my shoulder. And just when I think it can’t get much more explicit, when the next song fades into a slow paced hip-hop song, he spins her around so she’s facing him, then drops to his knees before he buries his face in her groin area, shaking his head as if performing oral sex, hot … animalistic oral sex.
    Holy crap.
    More laughter roars from me as the song playing also catches my attention, the sounds of sirens and sensual words of ‘getting your pussy wet’ echoing through the speakers. Is this song for real?
    Mia uses one hand to grip his shoulder to stop her losing balance from the sudden movement, while the other hand clutches over her mouth, eyes wide and howling with laughter. Her eyes seek out Riley and she points to her and