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Body Language; My Sexy Russian (Epub)
Yazmeen isn't proud to admit that she has been stripping since she was 18 years old. Now at 24 she's still living the same life but is striving for better. Lady Luck seemed to be smiling on her when she was accepted into college, until the hole in the wall strip joint she worked at got raided in a drug bust. Dishearten, Yaz has other choice but to start over at a classier, strip club that just opened up.That's where she met HIM.
Aleksandr Prakenskiseems is well-mannered, soft spoken, and has obtained fame at the of 34. He has everything anyone could ever want, and yet, he feels like he's missing something. Maybe it’s the fact that he can't stand to be intimately involved with anyone unless it's anonymous sex. When he sees Yaz dancing at Cherish, he is mesmerized and instantly wants her. Yazmeen says she’s not for sale. However, to a man like Aleksandr, he knows that everyone has a price.
TAKE A PEEK INSIDE!!
Aleksandr
I watched Yazmeen as she made her way across the room away from me. Her ass looks fantastic in those shorts. She stopped at a table of men to take their order before going to the bar. She leaned over it, saying something to get Lydia's attention, and her perfect ass was displayed in the air.
I groaned.
Just wow.
I wasn't the only man to notice either. There was a naked girl on the stage dancing suggestively, but still, the male eyes couldn't leave the sight of Yazmeen. She's fully clothed and she still demands attention. She's just that sexy.
"You might as well forget about it cousin. That's not going to happen," Nikolai said.
With supreme effort, I took my eyes off Yazmeen to look at him with a frown. Did he already have designs on her? Was she spoken for? "Why? You want her?" I asked angrily.
He chuckled. "No. I meant she is out of your league. She isn't that type of girl. She won't just have sex with you because you ask."
Now it was my turn to chuckle. She's a stripper. It's not like she has morals. She takes her clothes off for money. I've slept with almost every dancer in this place and had no problem getting them to agree. They all know once I got it, that's it. If Yazmeen wouldn't have sex with me just because I asked, I would pay her. I've paid for sex before. I glanced back across the club at her. Yeah, I'd definitely pay, no matter the price.
"I doubt it'll be that difficult," I told my cousin.
He stood up, adjusting his silk dress shirt and wiping of an invisible piece of lint from his shoulder. Niko has expensive taste and loves to dress in the best. With his pretty boy looks, anyone could mistake him for a model. But that would be a mistake. He is a hardened business man and most of his business isn't legal. He has ties to people you don't ever want to meet. "I have a meeting I have to get to. See you later. And please don't harass my new girl. I just hired her and would love for her to stay," he said, raising an eyebrow at me.
I held my shot glass up to him in a toast before downing the contents. "I make no promises," I said.
He chuckled as he walked away. The moment he was gone, my eyes settled once more on Yazmeen.
I don't know why I want her so badly. Yeah, she is beautiful, but I've seen many beautiful women. It's probably because it's been a while. A whole two weeks since I've gotten any. My gaze tracked her like a hunter fixed on its prey as she crossed from table to table. As I watched her, one of the dancers I'd recently slept with spotted me. I could see her smile seductively as she made her way over to me. I sighed.
Some just didn't understand that I was serious when I told them once and never again.
When I have sex with a woman, I can't again. Just once and then I can't make myself hard enough to sleep with her again. I don't know why, I wasn't always like this. It started six years ago after some shit I'd like to never think about again. My psychiatrist says it’s all in my brain, that it’s my way of keeping people at a distance, but that's how it is so I make sure to let the girl know that there would be no repeats.
"Hey, sweetie," she said as she leaned over my table, giving me an eyeful of her breasts.
I nodded at her and looked around her to see Yaz now at a table occupied by one man. His eyes devoured her, and I didn't like it. "Tell Yazmeen to come and take my order."
"I can get you another drink, baby," she said, licking her lips suggestively as she looked down at my lap.
Nothing.
Now, Yaz, I'd love to see those full luscious lips of hers on any part of my body. I can just imagine her with those full lips wrapped around my cock as she looks up at me.
The girl reached out for my glass and I covered her hand with mine as I said impatiently. "I didn't ask you to get me another drink. I asked you to get Yazmeen to come take my order. So why don't you stop talking and go do that?"
I removed my hand and sat back in the cushions of the booth, waiting for her to get lost.
She flounced away angrily, stopping at Yaz. She said something to her quickly and then walked away. Yazmeen glanced over at me, but didn't make a move to come over here. Instead, she turned and went to the bar. When she turned back around, she had a shot glass in hand. I laughed, watching her walk towards me.
"Here you go," she said, thunking it down onto the table.
"How did you know I would order this?" I asked, sliding the gin and tonic closer to me.
She shrugged. "Lucky guess."
She turned to leave again. and I grabbed her wrist. I felt her body shiver as she said, "Don't touch me."
I let go of her hand and asked in a pleading voice. "Sit with me for a minute. Please."
She sighed before sitting down as far away from me as possible. I scooted over until our legs touched. She glared at me and I just smiled.
"What do you want, Aleksandr?"
Hearing her say my name had me spinning vivid fantasies of her shouting out my name in pleasure. I want to see her mouth opened wide, gasping because she couldn't take how good I was making her feel. I want to see her eyes looking up at me in wonderment because no man made her cum as hard as I did.
"I want you," I told her.
She studied me before saying, "I won't be anyone's fetish. I bet you've never been with a black girl before."
That's where she's wrong. I've been with multiple black women. Hell, I've been with almost every race, nationality, religion, whatever women multiple times. It has nothing to do with race, skin color, I just love to be with beautiful women. I crave the feeling of completion after I've made a woman experience that undeniable feeling of climax.
"I don't see you as a fetish. I just want you. You're amazingly beautiful and sexy."
She rolled her eyes as a slight smile crossed her lips. "Like I haven't heard that line before."
"It's true," I insisted. "Come upstairs with me."
She shook her head. "I may take my clothes off for money, but I don't fuck for money. I don't know you, so why would I sleep with you? Just because I'm a stripper doesn't mean I don't have any self-respect. The only time you will see me naked is up on that stage and that's it." She stood up to go and I stopped her by saying boldly.
"I will be inside of Yazmeen Jones."
She gasped, but then recovered enough to say, "Don't hold your breath." Before walking away.
That was a promise. I won't rest until I have her. Until I'm sliding in and out of her and she admits that she is just as much attracted to me as I am to her.
***END OF SAMPLE***
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Aleksandr Prakenskiseems is well-mannered, soft spoken, and has obtained fame at the of 34. He has everything anyone could ever want, and yet, he feels like he's missing something. Maybe it’s the fact that he can't stand to be intimately involved with anyone unless it's anonymous sex. When he sees Yaz dancing at Cherish, he is mesmerized and instantly wants her. Yazmeen says she’s not for sale. However, to a man like Aleksandr, he knows that everyone has a price.
TAKE A PEEK INSIDE!!
Aleksandr
I watched Yazmeen as she made her way across the room away from me. Her ass looks fantastic in those shorts. She stopped at a table of men to take their order before going to the bar. She leaned over it, saying something to get Lydia's attention, and her perfect ass was displayed in the air.
I groaned.
Just wow.
I wasn't the only man to notice either. There was a naked girl on the stage dancing suggestively, but still, the male eyes couldn't leave the sight of Yazmeen. She's fully clothed and she still demands attention. She's just that sexy.
"You might as well forget about it cousin. That's not going to happen," Nikolai said.
With supreme effort, I took my eyes off Yazmeen to look at him with a frown. Did he already have designs on her? Was she spoken for? "Why? You want her?" I asked angrily.
He chuckled. "No. I meant she is out of your league. She isn't that type of girl. She won't just have sex with you because you ask."
Now it was my turn to chuckle. She's a stripper. It's not like she has morals. She takes her clothes off for money. I've slept with almost every dancer in this place and had no problem getting them to agree. They all know once I got it, that's it. If Yazmeen wouldn't have sex with me just because I asked, I would pay her. I've paid for sex before. I glanced back across the club at her. Yeah, I'd definitely pay, no matter the price.
"I doubt it'll be that difficult," I told my cousin.
He stood up, adjusting his silk dress shirt and wiping of an invisible piece of lint from his shoulder. Niko has expensive taste and loves to dress in the best. With his pretty boy looks, anyone could mistake him for a model. But that would be a mistake. He is a hardened business man and most of his business isn't legal. He has ties to people you don't ever want to meet. "I have a meeting I have to get to. See you later. And please don't harass my new girl. I just hired her and would love for her to stay," he said, raising an eyebrow at me.
I held my shot glass up to him in a toast before downing the contents. "I make no promises," I said.
He chuckled as he walked away. The moment he was gone, my eyes settled once more on Yazmeen.
I don't know why I want her so badly. Yeah, she is beautiful, but I've seen many beautiful women. It's probably because it's been a while. A whole two weeks since I've gotten any. My gaze tracked her like a hunter fixed on its prey as she crossed from table to table. As I watched her, one of the dancers I'd recently slept with spotted me. I could see her smile seductively as she made her way over to me. I sighed.
Some just didn't understand that I was serious when I told them once and never again.
When I have sex with a woman, I can't again. Just once and then I can't make myself hard enough to sleep with her again. I don't know why, I wasn't always like this. It started six years ago after some shit I'd like to never think about again. My psychiatrist says it’s all in my brain, that it’s my way of keeping people at a distance, but that's how it is so I make sure to let the girl know that there would be no repeats.
"Hey, sweetie," she said as she leaned over my table, giving me an eyeful of her breasts.
I nodded at her and looked around her to see Yaz now at a table occupied by one man. His eyes devoured her, and I didn't like it. "Tell Yazmeen to come and take my order."
"I can get you another drink, baby," she said, licking her lips suggestively as she looked down at my lap.
Nothing.
Now, Yaz, I'd love to see those full luscious lips of hers on any part of my body. I can just imagine her with those full lips wrapped around my cock as she looks up at me.
The girl reached out for my glass and I covered her hand with mine as I said impatiently. "I didn't ask you to get me another drink. I asked you to get Yazmeen to come take my order. So why don't you stop talking and go do that?"
I removed my hand and sat back in the cushions of the booth, waiting for her to get lost.
She flounced away angrily, stopping at Yaz. She said something to her quickly and then walked away. Yazmeen glanced over at me, but didn't make a move to come over here. Instead, she turned and went to the bar. When she turned back around, she had a shot glass in hand. I laughed, watching her walk towards me.
"Here you go," she said, thunking it down onto the table.
"How did you know I would order this?" I asked, sliding the gin and tonic closer to me.
She shrugged. "Lucky guess."
She turned to leave again. and I grabbed her wrist. I felt her body shiver as she said, "Don't touch me."
I let go of her hand and asked in a pleading voice. "Sit with me for a minute. Please."
She sighed before sitting down as far away from me as possible. I scooted over until our legs touched. She glared at me and I just smiled.
"What do you want, Aleksandr?"
Hearing her say my name had me spinning vivid fantasies of her shouting out my name in pleasure. I want to see her mouth opened wide, gasping because she couldn't take how good I was making her feel. I want to see her eyes looking up at me in wonderment because no man made her cum as hard as I did.
"I want you," I told her.
She studied me before saying, "I won't be anyone's fetish. I bet you've never been with a black girl before."
That's where she's wrong. I've been with multiple black women. Hell, I've been with almost every race, nationality, religion, whatever women multiple times. It has nothing to do with race, skin color, I just love to be with beautiful women. I crave the feeling of completion after I've made a woman experience that undeniable feeling of climax.
"I don't see you as a fetish. I just want you. You're amazingly beautiful and sexy."
She rolled her eyes as a slight smile crossed her lips. "Like I haven't heard that line before."
"It's true," I insisted. "Come upstairs with me."
She shook her head. "I may take my clothes off for money, but I don't fuck for money. I don't know you, so why would I sleep with you? Just because I'm a stripper doesn't mean I don't have any self-respect. The only time you will see me naked is up on that stage and that's it." She stood up to go and I stopped her by saying boldly.
"I will be inside of Yazmeen Jones."
She gasped, but then recovered enough to say, "Don't hold your breath." Before walking away.
That was a promise. I won't rest until I have her. Until I'm sliding in and out of her and she admits that she is just as much attracted to me as I am to her.
***END OF SAMPLE***
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