Love In The Fast Lane Part 22

Which gave Brielle enough time for a nap to preserve her energy for the evening...

"So, what do you think?" Emma asked Brielle over the music later that evening.

They'd had a very fancy sit down dinner with a group of friends at the Beluga, an upmarket restaurant in town and had just entered a rowdy Burlesque bar. There were c.o.c.ktail tables all around the room with a large stage up ahead. The music was pulsating, but not so loud that you could not hear the next person. It wasn't chic so much as vibey. Brielle was glad that she had not gotten more dressed up and instead had opted for a dark flair skirt and a lacy bodice top with red tr.i.m.m.i.n.gs. Topped with her lace up knee-high boots, she was ready to party.

"The verdict is still out," Brielle commented. "It's early hours yet."

Emma nodded and smiled but the look in her eyes a.s.sured Brielle that things would soon be picking up.

Their small group of friends had really gone out of their way to make her birthday special.

"To the birthday girl," Martha toasted, raising her tequila shot as the rest were pa.s.sed around to the group. "May your thirtieth birthday bring out the party girl in you." She winked and downed her shot.

Brielle raised her gla.s.s and followed suit. She'd had to grow up sooner than she had liked after Noah was born but tonight was about her letting the past go and having a good time. Noah was in good hands for the night, so for the evening she had no responsibilities. She was just a thirty-one-year-old pretending to be thirty and being carefree.

Their second round of c.o.c.ktails arrived just as the music softened and the club dimmed. The stage suddenly lit up and cabaret music started. The beat was just starting to get catchy when the music drummed and popped. The lights danced across the stage in tune to the music as the five dancers flitted from one end to the other. Beautiful, barely dressed women danced across the stage in perfectly arched limbs and quick moving feet. The crowd roared and Brielle was sucked in. They were a p.u.s.s.y Cat Doll cover band and these women were hot.

"Are you having a good time?" the lead singer crooned to the crowd. She was tall and fair with dark red hair that made her strikingly gorgeous. h.e.l.l, the woman had Brielle's jaw dropping to the floor.

The bar erupted in appreciative applause.

"I can't hear you?" she shouted and the crowd went wild.

Another song started and the girl group continued their s.e.xy strut across the stage. They swivelled their hips and jiggled their b.r.e.a.s.t.s rhythmically to the beat which had the patrons, male and female alike, going wild. They were phenomenal and Brielle felt the vixen in her come out vicariously through the dolls on stage.

"For our next song," the lead began between beats, "I'm going to need a volunteer."

The crowd once again went crazy, every one wanting to be on stage with the s.e.xy songstress.

"I want someone out there who is ready to get on up here with us and s.h.i.+mmy and shake what the good Lord gave ya!"

To Brielle's surprise, Emma had been chosen and made her way on stage. Her friend looked comfortable and her s.e.x appeal fit right in with the women on stage. They gathered around Emma and Brielle noticed her nod her head and smile.

They all took their positions, backing up around Emma, giving her center stage.

The music started up and Brielle barely recognized the beat as the women moved slowly and s.e.xily from the back of the stage to the front. It sounded like something one would play at a strip club. To her surprise Emma was playing right into the song, lip synching the words. She looked unbelievably s.e.xy as she twisted her body and stuck out her b.u.t.t in tune to the beat. The chorus. .h.i.t and in the next instance Emma ripped off her s.h.i.+rt and revealed the s.e.xy camisole beneath.

I'm telling you loosen up my b.u.t.tons baby (Uh huh) But you keep fronting (Uh) Saying what you going do to me (Uh huh) But I ain't seen nothing (Uh) Brielle screamed from the pit of her belly in support of her friend, strutting with the other women, looking as though she belonged. She moved in time to the music as though she'd been doing it all her life and Brielle was almost envious. She looked off into the crowd, as though she were singing to someone and Brielle supposed that she was using the technique to distract her from realizing that she was almost stripping in a full theatre club.

The song ended and the roof nearly came down with applause. The ladies once again huddled to speak to each other before Emma rejoined the group.

"Here's to Emma!" Brielle cheered as she bought her friends another round of tequila. Oh yes, now she was loose like a goose.

"So we have a special for you tonight ladies and gentleman," the lead singer crooned once more. "Seems that we have an exceptional female that's celebrating her birthday with us up here." She looked in Brielle's direction.

Brielle immediately turned to Emma, "What did you do?"

Her friend just smiled and shrugged.

"Come on up here, honey," the singer encouraged Brielle. "Don't be shy."

Brielle walked numbly to the stage. She had never been the center of attention before, nor had she ever wanted to be. That was always Emma's thing.

"Who wants to see our birthday girl perform?" The s.e.xy woman encouraged the crowd, who roared with excitement but Brielle figured they were just hyped up with this erotic display of flesh walking around the stage.

"It's all you now, honey," the singer whispered to Brielle kindly.

"I don't know what to do," she panicked.

"The microphone is off, just lip sync into it and shake what your momma gave ya." She smiled in encouragement. "You're gonna sing 'Don't cha'. Do you know the song?"

Brielle nodded.

"Don't panic, honey. Just tap into your inner s.e.x G.o.ddess. You can do this."

Brielle nodded, trying desperately to find her s.e.xy place. She figured her outfit wasn't too bad of a start. Her skirt was short, dark and s.e.xy, her top as close to lingerie as she could get, and topped off with the s.e.xy boots, she was pretty darn hot. She could do this.

The lights dimmed once again and then the beat started. Oh, she could do this. She started to feel the music and block out the crowd. She felt really s.e.xy now. Yes, she could do this.

She knew the song well. She and Emma had sung it many times when it had first come out many years ago. Screw it, she switched on the microphone. She had a decent singing voice and the song wasn't much lyrically anyway. She was going to do this properly. She turned to show the lead singer and she nodded in approval.

Brielle grabbed the microphone and crooned, "Dolls, are you ready?"

"Let's dance," she breathed.

Oh, this was taking over the minx in her alright. No more was she the bashful Brielle. Tonight, she was thirty and unleashed.

Swivelling her hips, she swung her loose curls over her shoulder with att.i.tude. She looked into the crowd and saw her friends encouraging her and winked at them. Her gaze reached beyond them to a man that looked so much like Nate, which made her think of the picture she and Emma had seen of him and that woman in the tabloids. What an apt song for him. Yes, indeed. She now understood what Emma was doing. It was easier to sing to someone in the crowd.

"Are you ready?" she teased the audience.

I know you like me I know you do That's why whenever I come around She's all over you And I know you want it It's easy to see And in the back of your mind I know you should be aah with me Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me Don't cha Brielle focussed on the Nate look-a-like in the back and sang to him, imagining it actually was Nate and showing him exactly how much he'd miss out on. She was more than just a mother to Noah. She was a woman. And a d.a.m.n s.e.xy one at that.

She bent forward in a sultry move and snapped her b.u.t.t out. The crowd went ballistic. She could clearly hear Emma's cat-calls through the loud beat of the music.

Don't cha wish your girlfriend was wrong like me?

Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me?

Don't cha. Don't cha?

She channelled her inner Shakira and popped her stomach and hips in a move she had seen in a music video once before. Thank G.o.d it worked or she would have looked ridiculous.

It's like the song was just meant for Nate. Their back and forth, do they or don't they dance.

The women behind her did a ch.o.r.eographed routine and Brielle did her best to keep up. She fluffed out her hair and touched her body to channel her s.e.xiness. The crowd really enjoyed that bit. Which really helped Brielle's confidence.

Brielle ended the song in a series of booty shakes and hip twists. The roar of the crowd was deafening.

"Give it up for the birthday girl!!" the lead singer shouted.

The audience once again erupted into applause and cat-calls.

With a wink and a flutter of her eye lashes, Brielle left the stage and re-joined Emma and the others.

"Who the h.e.l.l are you and what have you done with the real Brielle?" one of the other girl's quipped.

"Maybe this is the real Brielle," Emma countered. "I knew you had it in you, babe."

"I'm going to kill you for that," she chided the brunette. "But wow, what an exhilarating feeling. Somebody get me a tequila!"

The group on stage started another song and the focus was once again drawn to them.

The bartender presented them with a tray of glistening blue shots. "Compliments of the gents at that table." She pointed to a group of decent looking men. The ladies saluted them before clinking gla.s.ses and kicking back.

Before long, another two tables of men had sent over drinks and Brielle was starting to feel like the attention was too much. She'd had three other men walk past their table and slip her their phone numbers on bar mats or napkins.

"Looks like you're quite the hit tonight," a man's voice breathed behind her ear.

She whirled around on her seat at the bar. "Nate! What are you doing here? Did you follow me here?"

He had the nerve to laugh but it didn't stop her gaze from taking in his dark jeans and b.u.t.ton-down s.h.i.+rt. The man looked delicious without much effort. "No, I had no idea you'd be here. But Luca dragged me and I have a feeling that he knew Emma would be here."

Brielle turned to follow his gaze and sure enough, Luca and Emma were locked in a pa.s.sionate embrace.

"Oh."

"Quite a performance out there."

"Yeah, amazing what an alcohol infused buzz does for your courage." She giggled, feeling her fingers tingle and her head become light from the mult.i.tude of shots she'd had in the past hour.

He stepped closer to her and she inhaled his rich, manly scent mingled with his expensive cologne. "Felt like you were singing it right to me."

"Why would you think that?"

"Because you were staring at me the whole time."

Oh, s.h.i.+t.

Nate was bemused and extremely aroused at the same time. He had never seen Brielle so unbridled before. She looked wild and breathless and so incredibly s.e.xy that he had a hard-on painful enough that he thought it would burst his jeans.

"Don't flatter yourself," she answered him. "I couldn't even see past the first row. I was just focusing on one spot so I wouldn't get nervous."

"Sure, of course." But he knew better. She had looked right into him, he knew it. But why would she sing that song to him?

"Did Noah get to Tommy's place ok?"

Nate nodded.

"No tears or tantrums?"

"Nope, he barely said goodbye before he rushed off to set up camp. But Tommy's mother on the other hand, tried everything not to say goodbye to me."

Something in Brielle's bright blue eyes flashed but before he could even think about it, it was gone. "Yeah, she's recently divorced and I'm sure h.o.r.n.y as h.e.l.l. You're in that gate without even trying." She was feisty tonight but instead of being offended, he was enjoying her banter.

"She's not my type." He looked at her, desperately wanting to kiss her plump pink lips.

"And what is your type?"

Before he could respond, they were interrupted by a surfer-looking guy, practically drooling at Brielle. If she was displeased by him or the distraction, she didn't show it. "Happy Birthday," he greeted her.

"Thank you," she smiled back, which p.i.s.sed him off.

"Can I have this dance?"

She was about to give him her hand when Nate stepped between them, putting his arm around her small waist. "No." he stared down menacingly at the surfer dude. "The lady is with me."

"Sorry man, I didn't know. I thought she was single." He had his hands up in surrender and retreated back to his own table Nate knew that when he looked at Brielle she would be shooting daggers at him. But when he turned to face her, she looked bemused instead. Thank G.o.d for the lucidity of alcohol. "I did want to dance you know?"

"Then come," he offered his open hand to her and after a split second of indecision, she took it. The contact made his hard-on spring to life once more. How could her mere touch on his open palm do that to him?

The song was some catchy Rihanna number where she was asking for someone to help her. Nate led Brielle to the dance floor and was once more amazed to take in her s.e.xy moves, s.h.i.+mmies and shakes. Like a true vixen, she danced around him, teasing him with her lithe body. It was a side of Brielle he had never seen before and G.o.d, it had him craving her body. He spun her and danced her around the floor, surprised to find himself enjoying the beat of the girlish track. Brielle turned away from him, hooking her arm around his neck and pushed her b.u.t.t into his crotch.

Nate thought he was going to o.r.g.a.s.m right then and there. He pulled her tight against him, savoring the feel of her body against his. She tilted her head to look back at him and she gave him the naughtiest, s.e.xiest smile he had ever seen. A smile that promised all sorts of naughty things to come.

"You are something else, Brielle," he whispered against her ear.

"I know," she countered and spun out, away from him. She looked unbelievably gorgeous tonight. The top she'd worn looked s.e.xier than any lingerie he'd ever seen on any of the models he'd dated. The combination of that and her flirty skirt and sky-high heels made her look young and carefree again.

She threw her head back and giggled. The sound was music to his ears and he drew her in again. He fixed his open palms on her waist and stroked his thumbs along her flat stomach.

To his surprise, she pressed herself against the length of his body and creeped her hands up into his hair. He'd never found the touch more arousing in his life. He brought his head down at the same time that she lifted hers. Their lips met in a hot, moist touch. Nate almost moaned out loud at the sheer joy of the feeling. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and this time, he did groan. She pressed her groin against his and deepened their kiss. He pulled apart from her suddenly and looked into her dazed eyes, "You're killing me."

She smiled a s.e.xy grin. "Good." And then she twirled around and had him dancing circles around her once again.

He spun and dipped her as she desired. It was her birthday and he wanted to respect her s.p.a.ce and not use his body to get his way. And if he was honest with himself, he was enjoying this bold Brielle.

The song ended and Nate held on to her hand.

She stood close to him and whispered into his ear, "I'd like my birthday present now."

He looked into her eyes once more but there was no doubt about what she meant. "Yes, ma'am."

He waited for her at the bar while she said her goodbyes to her friends. Emma gave him a disapproving look but he couldn't fathom what her problem was.

Nate couldn't wait till they were in the parking garage before he grabbed Brielle and made love to her mouth. She let out a childish giggle at the surprise of his kiss but her laughter was very soon replaced with a needy moan as he gently pushed her against his Mustang. She pulled him to her as he pushed into her, a tangle of hands and mouths, tearing at each other. Nate's erection pushed painfully against his jeans.

"Wait," he pulled apart from her.