“Okay, ladies, if the spotlight finds you, then get up on stage or you might miss the chance of a lifetime.” Mack, the manager of Keep ’em Coming strip club was on stage trying to whip the women into a frenzy.
Rayvn’s eyes looked around the room and panic filled her. She simply had to have this lap dance! She sat taller and couldn’t keep quiet.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh,” she shouted. “Me! Me.” She stared at Mack, willing him to look at  her. Sending mind messages for him to pick her. She needed this dance.
Pick me, pick me. I hope your dick falls off if you don’t. Even his penis was her friend. Yes, they are all my friends. Not a scary dragon snake like she thought until her therapist explained otherwise.
Yes, this is my therapy. Lap dance is my therapy. To get me over my cock fear.
The spotlight beam careened around the room, casting pale blue light over the audience of screaming women. How could she make herself stand out of this seething mass of high-pitched women?
They’d been told to stay in their seats. No standing or it meant automatic disqualification. What could she do?
Buy link:

Cristal read her first romance at age twelve. Taylor Caldwell introduced her to passion and romance that fueled a craving to read anything she could get her hands on.

Cristal wrote her first story at fifteen, and spent many hours escaping into worlds she created on the walk to and from high school with her friends.

Cristal lives in a small Canadian town, is a single mom of two college aged sons. Along with her writing, Cristal works full time, loves horses, the outdoors and will jet off at any given opportunity to see the world.

Cristal is multi-published with Ellora's Cave, Sybarite Seductions and Lyrical Press

Cristal Ryder's: Website   Facebook   Twitter