Objectify Me: A Fireworks Novella (The Fireworks Novellas) by Bibi Rizer Read Free Book Online Page B

like he wants to call me a cab.
    I mean, if memory serves.
    I start to back up, pulling him with me back into the suite until we’re standing by the bed. It’s fun to watch his chest rise and fall as he looks down on me. I lift the beads from both our necks and toss them away.
    He unbuttons my cardigan and lets it slip off.
    I remove another rope of beads.
    He actually bites his lip and Lord, it makes me want to lick him all over. I lift my arms as he pulls off my tank top.
    “Pretty sure I’m going to lose this game of strip poker,” I say, taking another set of beads from him.
    He looks down on me like he can’t decide whether to take my bra off or work up to it with my shoes and jeans and stockings. I sit on the edge of the bed when he kneels and starts from the floor up.
    “These are the cutest shoes I have ever seen,” he says, unbuckling my little Betty Boop pumps. No one with a penis has ever complimented my shoes before. Not even a gay man. There’s something nice about someone who notices the little things like shoes. Levi kisses the top of each foot as he removes them.
    I slip one finger under another string of beads, counting in my head – bra, jeans, two stockings, garter skirt, and panties. Six items. And he has six strings of beads around his neck. At this rate, I’m going to be completely naked before he even takes his shoes off. Sounds fun.
    “Are you good at math?” I ask.
    “Uh-huh.” He reaches up and unbuttons my jeans. I lift my butt so he can slide them down my legs.
    The next bead string I just pull until it breaks – beads go rolling all over the room.
    Levi stands up and looks down on me again. “I’m so glad you still have this on,” he says, fingering the fluffy tutu garter skirt. We’re living the fantasy that Jack wants me to sell at the club – the girl who has the stripper lingerie under her everyday clothes. Levi seems to be enjoying it, too.
    “You’ll be even gladder once you take it all off.”
    And with that, the game is over. I yank him up onto the bed by the remaining beads and push him down so I can straddle him. He kicks his shoes off as he pulls me down for a kiss so roughly that I nearly head-butt him. Then I’m lap dancing the way no one is allowed to, sliding the satin of my panties against the hardness of his erection as his hands hold my waist.
    “God, you taste good,” he says on my lips. “Like a margarita.”
    “I guess you got yourself a cocktail after all.” I stand up on the bed, a foot on either side of him. His expression as he looks up at me is just precious – a mixture of fear and worship. “You got a condom?”
    He nods dumbly, not taking his eyes off mine. His hands search his pockets frantically. Wallet, phone, keys go flying across the bed. While he’s searching, I bounce above him, moving my hips from side to side.
    “Jesus Christ…where the fuck…?” Finally, he rolls to the side and checks his back pocket, coming up with the goods at last – three condoms.
    I continue my dance to the music drifting up from the street. Soulful New Orleans jazz – probably from the pub next door. It’s unlike the auto-tuned crap we danced to at the club. In fact, everything about this dance is unlike the club. Maybe if I made the guys lie on the floor so I can dance over them like She-Ra, I might enjoy it more. They might enjoy it more, too.
    “Sit up for a second,” I say. Levi sits up obediently. “Give me your hands.”
    He sets the condom on the bed and puts his hands in mine. I slide them over my hips under the garter skirt, tucking his fingers into the top of my panties. Then with painstaking care, I undo the front garters, inviting him to pull the panties down. Then I do the garters back up while Levi stares at my neatly trimmed strip of pubic hair. It’s a bit harder undoing the back garters, but eventually I manage, and Levi pulls the panties down to my knees while I clip the garters back.
    I step out of the black satin and kick it