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  Getting Wild

  Copyright © 2008 Jodi Olson

  ISBN 978-1-934446-26-3

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  Dedication

  To Barb Ledbetter, without you this book would never have gotten this far. Thanks for all your encouragement and support for all of my books. You are a very special person and I'm glad to call you my friend.

  To the Erotic Ranch group: Dave, Kim, Brenda,Cindy and Krissy and all the other ranchers too. Thank you for being there encouraging me to go on to the next book. Also for helping me brainstorm as well I'm so glad I've met you all.

  To my Editor, Greg, and the Romance Divine Staff: thank you for all the help you've given me along the way to see that my books are perfect for my readers.

  To all my readers: Thank you so much for taking the time to read my books. every email i get means so much to me. Thank you again and I hope you enjoy reading about my hero Neal and his heroine Jennifer.

  Jodi Olson

  Getting

  Wild

  Jodi Olson

  One

  Neal Riley arrived home from his day job worn out. All he wanted to do was plop down in his favorite brown leather recliner and watch the baseball game. Instead he stared at the manila envelope in his hands. He knew what was in the envelope - his divorce papers. After only three weeks of marriage, who would have guessed it would take three years to divorce the nasty witch.

  He was exhausted, but restless. While he relaxed in his recliner and reflected on his so-called life, the telephone rang.

  “Hello.”

  “Happy thirtieth birthday little bro.”

  Neal rolled his eyes, It would take my older brother Nathan to remember me on this day. “Yea, I totally forgot. Thanks for reminding me,” Neal said. He could care less if he had a birthday or not. It was just another day to him.

  “Who pissed in your cornflakes?”

  “Nobody. I was just thinking there should be more to life than there is.” He hated admitting out loud what he was thinking, and it bothered the hell out of him that he did it now.

  “Well - I may have what you’re looking for to add a little excitement to your hum drum life.”

  Intrigued, Neal wondered what could be so life changing, but at this point it didn’t matter. “I hear but in your voice, what do you really want?”

  “I want you to work for me, as head bartender at my club. I know you’d be great at it and it’d bring you back home.”

  “I’d love to think of a thousand reasons not to come home, but I’m in just the mood to try something new. You have perfect timing.” Neal hung up thinking it might be a great atmosphere to work in, and who wouldn’t like looking at those girls dancing on stage? Maybe the change will do me good. Feeling a bit of excitement course through his veins he picked up the phone and called the airport to get on the next available flight home.

  How Nathan knew he needed a change was beyond Neal. He knew that his brother was having a hard time keeping bartenders. They never seemed to last more than a week or two. He never imagined that his confiding in his brother about his weekend job bartending would lead him home again. Nathan was always trying to talk him into moving back home, under the pretense that he missed him. The job was the perfect excuse to go home.

  *****

  Jennifer Logan was a thirty-five year old part time town librarian who wrote erotic romances at night. She ran her fingers down the want ads and finally found what she needed. She’d been up all night writing her fifth novel, and she was stuck. Refusing to call it writer’s block, she preferred to think it was lack of research. Her newest novel was based around a stripper with some suspense thrown into the mix. I can’t think of a better way to learn about stripping than to do some hands on research, right? How hard could it be to strip in front of a bunch of horny men? At least she hoped it would give her material for her latest novel.

  She circled the ad for an exotic dancer for The Swollen Pussy Club, and proceeded to look at several more ads. She finally decided to make a call to the one with the most interesting name.

  A man’s voice, a rather sexy one, answered. “The Swollen Pussy Club, Nathan speaking. How may I help you?”

  “Uh - yea - hello. I saw your advertisement in the newspaper looking for uh - strippers. It says to call - for an appointment.”

  “Yea, I’m looking to hire five new girls. If you’re truly interested in the job I can see you a three today. The club will be closed but the door will be open. Can you come in today?” Nathan looked at his watch. His brother would be arriving soon and he had to pick him up.

  “Yea - uh - sure. Three will work for me and my name is Jennifer, Jennifer Logan. Thanks, I’ll see you then.”

  “Bring a costume Jennifer. I’ll need to see you perform before I will make a decision.”

  “Yea - OK.” On that note she hung up the phone. She hoped she could pull this off.

  *****

  Neal walked off the plane and spotted his brother in a corner talking to a gorgeous blonde. His brother always did have a thing for thin blondes, while he had a thing for curvy brunettes. He walked towards Nathan. ”I see you found a way to keep yourself occupied while waiting for me.” They hugged, and the blonde left. “Did you get her number? She is kind of cute, if you’re into blondes.” He was always giving his brother a hard time about getting women’s phone numbers but never calling them.

  “No, I didn’t ask for her number, she’s married. Don’t look so shocked little brother. Man you look beat. Before I take you to my place, I need to make a stop at the club and interview this new girl, Jennifer. Do you mind? It shouldn’t take very long at all.”

  “Sure, I’m anxious to see this great club you’re always talking about. From what you’ve said it’s pretty wild. I can’t wait to see it.”

  *****

  When Jennifer arrived at the club, her hands were sweaty and she was shaking. This was a huge step. She’d always been on the shy side and this interview, or audition, really took her out of her comfort zone. She walked up to the door repeating, You can do this. You can do this.

  When she opened the door she noticed a huge bar on her left side. Then she spotted two side stages and a larger one in the center of the room. It was a big runway type stage made of glass. Neon lights were spread all over the three stages. Chairs lined the stage area. The place was much bigger than it looked from the outside. She was getting more nervous by the minute. With the club empty, it gave her a few moments to prepare.

  Jennifer looked down at her watch wondering what was keeping the owner. It was ten minutes after three. Backing into a table she knocked three of the chairs on top of the table to the floor. She tried to step out of the way and tripped and landed on her ass, on the cold floor. She looked up and found herself staring into a man’s face. She lowered her eyes to check out the rest of him, stopping at the zipper of his jeans. She blushed.

  “You must be the owner. I’m Jennifer Logan; I called you earlier - you said to come - at three? Sorry about this mess. Usually I’m not so klutzy.
It’s just nerves.”

  Jennifer was embarrassed and upset. First, the guy was late, and now he wasn’t even offering to help her up. He was gorgeous but his manners were lacking. She almost slipped when getting up, but he caught her, putting his arms around her waist and holding her close. She got a better look at his face. He was devastatingly handsome. A delightful shiver of wanting him ran through her whole body. His dark brown hair was cut short, and had a slight wave. His eyes were shades of amber and gold, and his goatee was neat and trim. She longed to touch it, and had a decadent thought of wondering what it would feel like between her thighs.

  Neal stood there undressing her with his eyes. She wasn’t like any stripper he’d ever seen. To him it was down right sexy when a woman blushed. Brunettes were his favorite and his fingers were itching to take the ribbon out of her hair so he could run his fingers through it. Just thinking about it was making his cock hard. “Oh shit! Not now.” He blushed as he gave voice to his concern and that she gave him an odd look.

  Neal hoped Nathan wouldn’t come out of the office just yet. He wanted more time alone with her. She was the most beautiful woman he’d seen in months. The vanilla fragrance she wore drove him crazy. He imagined licking vanilla icing from her thighs.

  She pulled away from him, unwrapping his arm from her waist. “Would you let go of me please? Are you always this rude?” She knew what she wanted to call him, but she bit her lip to keep from saying it.

  “Call me Neal. I’m just tired. It’s been a long day for me. Usually I’m a very nice guy. So why are you here Jennifer? You don’t look like the type to be in a place like this.”

  He wondered what was keeping his brother so busy in the office. She thinks I’m the owner of this club. Hell I’m not going to tell her any differently.

  She crossed her arms, attempting to assert some authority. “You said over the phone I had to do a dance for you. Could you please point the way to the dressing room so I can change my clothes.”

  He turned his head and pointed down the hall. At least that’s where he figured they’d be.

  After finding the room he’d indicated, she found herself staring at all the costumes hanging on a rack in one corner. Most were skimpy, much more sexy than the one she’d brought. Jennifer hoped the outfit she brought would be good enough to get hired. Looking down at the shoes that came with the outfit, she wasn’t too sure about wearing them. Flats were hard enough to handle some days. She’d already tripped once already and didn’t want it to happen again. She dressed, hoping she wouldn’t throw up when she got out there.

  As if on cue, the music began to flow throughout the club. Jennifer walked slowly to the stage. Her nemesis was sitting as close to the stage as possible without actually being on it. The costume she wore was what she’d worn to a Halloween party last year: Little Bo Beep. The bonnet was white, with baby blue ribbon trim along the edges. She’d parted her hair into pigtails and tied them with the same blue ribbon. The top was a white bustier with several tiny blue bows strategically placed across the front.

  The petticoat skirt had lots of layers and was accented around the edges with blue ribbon and small bows. The skirt barely covered her bottom. The white thong she had on underneath had a little sheep covering her center. She wore white thigh high stockings and each one had a baby blue bow in the front. The shoes were black with three-inch heels. I can see why they call them fuck-me shoes, because fuck if I can walk in those damn things.

  When she glanced over at Neal, he was sitting with his arms crossed over his chest, as if he were bored. She was nervous, and clutched the chrome pole like a lifeline. She began to move her body to the beat, allowing the music to determine her movements. She pranced, dipped, and traced her hands along her voluptuous figure. Her eyes never left Neal for a moment, make eye contact with your audience. The music changed to a Trace Adkins song, one of her favorite singers and her dancing became faster. Slowly, she unzipped the petticoat skirt, let it fall to the floor and kicked it to the other side of the stage. She was about to undo her top when she spotted another man walking toward Neal. He walked to the stage and addressed her.

  “I see my brother is enjoying the show. My name is Nathan Riley, owner of The Swollen Pussy Club. You must be Jennifer. Sorry I was on the phone so long. From what I’ve just seen, you’re hired. Can you start tomorrow night?”

  She stopped dancing and pointed a finger at Neal. “So he isn’t the owner? Well it’s a good thing, since he was so rude to me earlier. Yes, I can start tomorrow night. Afternoons, I work at the library.”

  “Good, see you back here tomorrow night then. After you dress, my brother can see you to your car.”

  She turned to Neal. “You don’t have to walk me to my car. It’s not dark out yet and I’m smart enough to know where I left it, thank you very much.” She was out the door before Neal could say anything.

  *****

  Nathan drove Neal to his place and dropped him off. “You don’t have a shift until tomorrow little brother. Get some rest. I’ve got a date but don’t wait up.”

  All Neal could think about was the cute little brunette who had applied for the stripper job that afternoon. If he had anything to say about it, he was going to be seeing a lot of her. From the moment he’d found her on the floor, he wanted her. He imagined her naked in his bed. The thought of seeing her leaning over the dining room table, with her legs spread for him made him so fucking hard.

  He unzipped his jeans and slid them down past his thighs. His fist closed around his cock and he began to stroke it gently, and then with more aggression. Closing his eyes, he could almost feel her sexy, wet mouth sliding down over his penis and her fingers stroking his balls.

  “Don’t stop, Jennifer." Groaning out loud, he laid his head back against the sofa, stroking his cock even faster.

  Just when he was about to release, he heard the door slam hard. He mumbled a few swear words and hurriedly zipped up his jeans before Nathan reached the livingroom. His brother didn’t look happy and his timing, as always, was lousy.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked, hoping Nathan hadn’t seen anything.

  “Well let’s see, man. Besides being short on strippers at the club, now my girlfriend has dumped me. So I guess not a fucking thing is wrong!” Nathan went to his room and slammed his door.

  Two

  Jennifer knew it was going to be a busy day, but she had some shopping to do before she started her shift at the library. Her first stop was a costume shop. The outfit she’d worn yesterday wouldn’t be enough, and she thought she should pick up at least three more. Next stop was the new lingerie store that had opened last week. She picked out some really expensive thong and bra sets. Most of them were a bit too racy for her particular tastes, but it was for work and research. Glancing at her watch, she had just enough time to grab a quick bite to eat before going to work. She paid the cashier for the items and walked to the sandwich shop next door. During lunch, she made some notes for her book trying to remember what she’d experienced at the club yesterday.

  Her mind drifted toward Neal. She couldn’t stop thinking about him. That man knew how to push her buttons, but she wanted him to be there again tonight, so she could get another look at him. This time, hopefully, she wouldn’t be looking at him from the floor either. The view wasn’t bad but it would be nice to get another look at his face.

  *****

  Neal got into his brother’s car, circled around town for an hour, and found himself at the town’s only library.

  How in the hell did I end up here? He hadn’t set foot in a library since his school days. He didn’t even have any time to read the daily newspaper, let alone - books! As soon as Neal walked in he spotted Jennifer behind the desk. She seemed to be reading something that made her blush. He spotted another woman who appeared to be quite a bit older than Jennifer. The older woman walked towards Jennifer and pointed to some carts, which were full of books to be shelved. Neal found a chair and grabbed a paper that was on the table.
He didn’t want her seeing him just yet.

  When she came out from behind the desk pushing the cart full of books, Neal saw she had on a plain black dress. The way the dress hugged her curves made it difficult for him to keep his eyes off her. He bet she looked hot in just about anything. A man, probably in his mid-thirties, approached her and they seemed to be fighting. The man grabbed her arm forcefully and Neal stood up. He was ready to see if she needed any help, when she slapped the man’s face hard. Wow! She can hit! The man finally walked away. Neal stood watching as she continued putting the books away. When she bent down to place a book on the lower shelf, he got a great view of her ass. That sweet ass was made for nibbling, licking and fucking.

  Jennifer continued moving backwards and placing books on the bottom shelf, until she backed into someone. She didn’t know ‘why’, but she had the strangest feeling it was Neal. She turned to see him standing only an inch away. Her penetrating green eyes couldn’t hide the excitement she felt at finding him there. The nice shade of pink covering her cheeks gave away her naughty thoughts.

  “What are you doing here?” She couldn’t look at him without blushing, so she looked over the shelves.

  “I came to - get a book. Why else would I be here?” Not noticing which book he grabbed, he picked one off the shelf closest to him. “Yea, found what I was looking for, right here. Guess I’ll see you - tonight - at the club.”

  Her lips curled into a smile. “Did you know that book is a knitting book? Are you sure you have the right one?”

  Jennifer caught him glancing quickly down at the book. Then he gave her a smile that sent her pulses racing. “Yes, uh - exactly, it’s the book my mother wanted me to pick up for her.” She watched him leave, trying his best to inconspicuously drop the book on a table on the way out.