More Stories to Make You Blush by Marie Gray Read Free Book Online Page B

skin she could almost taste the heat of each penetrating gaze.
    That first night, for those few minutes, she couldn’t have been more excited than if her four friends had made love to her one after another.
    Unfortunately, the girls stopped talking to her. As for the boys, they all asked her out, hoping for a free private show. But she swore that she would never let a spectator touch her after seeing her perform; that would destroy the dream illusion she created when she danced. And she had no need for more attention. She loved the keen sensation of desire that came from the men, and sometimes the women too. All those eyes pinned upon her made her shiver with pleasure, and she gave herself to the dance, body and soul. She knew she was beautiful, desired. She knew most of the men would give everything they had to make love with her. But the ultimate pleasure was that she had never spent the night with a customer! To continue enjoying her work she had to remain totally inaccessible to her audience. She had to remain a fantasy, a mirage. That way she could become any woman she wanted, queen or movie star. “Look, but don’t touch!”
    In short, she was happy with her work. However, it did have its down side. Some people, once they discovered what she did, stopped seeing her because they could see nothing meaningful or socially acceptable about her “career.” As for the wives and girlfriends of the men who came to see her dance, they despised her. But that did not bother Brigitte too much as she never came face-toface with any of them. Still, to preserve her anonymity, she always worked as far as possible from home, refusing all contracts near her residence. At long last she had succeeded in making a separation between her work and her social life, and she meant to keep it that way.
    Luckily, the line about being a “model for a Montreal fashion designer” usually went over pretty well—including this time, for the man did not press for more details.
    â€œWhat about you?” she asked him. “Are you on vacation?”
    â€œYes. I have to go back to Montreal in a week. Do you live there too?”
    â€œYes … in the suburbs.”
    â€œI feel as if I’ve seen you someplace.”
    â€œMontreal’s a big city.”
    They were silent for a few moments. Then, as if remembering something important, the man got to his feet and with an almost solemn air said, “I’m sorry, I haven’t introduced myself. My name is Vincent. I’m thirty-four, single, and I am dying to ask you out to dinner. What time do you start work?”
    â€œNot before nine. If you don’t mind eating early, I’d love to join you. I’m Brigitte.”
    â€œNo problem; we can eat early. Let’s say we meet in the lobby around five.”
    The conversation had taken a relaxed, easy tone without either of them really noticing. It was clear they liked each other. Brigitte joyfully accepted his invitation. Vincent was happy and once again flashed his dazzling smile.
    â€œI’m going to get on with my run, without stopping this time. See you later!”
    She watched him go with a strange feeling in her stomach. She liked him, she liked him very much.
    * * *
    Brigitte went to meet Vincent at the agreed time. She was wearing her most beautiful dress, which was white and brought out her golden tan. She had taken meticulous care with her hair and makeup. After all, she was a model! Vincent seemed to appreciate her efforts. He got up from the chair when he saw her, whistling with admiration. He himself had taken pains with his appearance. Or was it his natural charm? He was clean-shaven and gave off a dizzying, though subtle perfume. He did not ask her where she wanted to go, but simply took her to his rented vehicle, a convertible sports car parked at the door.
    â€œIt’s good for cruising women,” he said, winking.
    â€œYes, I guess I’m not the first one to