‘I’ve told you! I’m not a stripper!’

The men looked at each other; looked at Maya. ‘You look like a stripper,’ said one.

Maya glared. In truth, dressed in a basque and a ridiculous, frilly skirt, she did look like a stripper. ‘I’m a singing telegram. There’s a difference.’

The speaker reached into his pocket for his wallet. ‘How much of a difference?’

She glared again but spoiled the affect by letting her eyes stray to the money in his hand. Holy crap. Obviously strippers got paid way better than singing telegrams. ‘I’m not a stripper,’ she said again, less forcefully.

There was a small group of men gathered in the hotel suite for the stag party and they were all staring at her. One of them stepped forward and Maya couldn’t believe she had missed him before. Dark hair and blue eyes; her favourite combination. Mouth-wateringly gorgeous. ‘Hi. I’m Rick. You do work for Party Time?’

‘Party Favour,’ she corrected, hoping she wasn’t drooling, faced with so much male beauty.

Rick turned to the man with the wallet. ‘Looks like you rang the wrong company. Did you specifically ask for a stripper?’

‘I asked for someone who does extras,’ the first man said defensively.

They all looked at Maya again. ‘I do extras.’ She nodded vigorously. ‘I dance.’

She was dressed in a can can outfit, cheap and tacky. Rick took her by the elbow and led her to one side. ‘The thing is, my friend’s getting married tomorrow. That’s why we requested the extras. Maybe we can come to some arrangement?’

He smelled gorgeous, and Maya consciously had to stop herself sniffing him. She would like to come to an arrangement with him. Oh yeah. ‘I’m paid to sing, not take my clothes off.’

‘No?’ He gave her a smile she felt all the way to her toes. ‘I’d pay to see you take your clothes off,’ he said softly.

To her horror Maya felt her nipples harden and heat flood her pussy. She searched his face for signs he was taking the mickey but there were none. Which was crazy. She wasn’t the sort of woman men paid to see naked. Far too many curves, way too much bounce.

‘Look.’ He indicated a pile of money on the table and, though she tried hard not to be, Maya was impressed. ‘We had a whip round for the stripper,’ he explained.

She licked her lips. That amount of money would pay her rent for the rest of the month.

‘It’s yours. If you strip.’

Her excitement faded. The money would be great but the idea of taking her clothes off in front of these men brought her out in a cold sweat. ‘Your friends might pay me to keep my clothes on,’ she said, trying for a joke.

‘Meaning?’ He frowned.

‘Well, unless you’re paying by the pound, I’m not exactly stripper material.’

‘Who told you that?’

‘My last boyfriend would have preferred me to wear a burqa in public,’ she admitted. ‘He hated his friends looking at me.’

Rick eyed her impressive cleavage. ‘He must have been the jealous type.’

She laughed. ‘Smooth, but no deal. Do you want me to deliver the telegram? It’s a really catchy tune.’

‘What would it take for you to save my friend’s stag night?’

‘A weight loss of two stone.’

‘You’re kidding. You don’t like your body? That’s why you won’t strip?’

Wasn’t that reason enough? ‘Bingo.’

His blue gaze narrowed speculatively. ‘So you’ve nothing against stripping in principle?’

She laughed again. If she had the body for it she would walk naked down the High Street just to show it off.

‘What if I told you have the most sensuous body I’ve seen in years?’

The way he was looking at her, Maya could almost believe him. In fact, the way he was looking at her sent another rush of heat to her groin. ‘Then I’d assume you’d just got out of prison.’

He turned to the waiting men. ‘Who wants to see the can can girl strip?’

There were cheers and catcalls and whistles.

‘See,’ he said. ‘They want to see you. A few of them might want to do more.’

‘Is that what you mean by extras? Your stripper was going to … to have sex with you? With all of you?’ Her voice had risen to a squeak at the very idea. But her pussy clenched excitedly.

Rick’s gaze never left her face. ‘You like the sound of that, don’t you?’

She shook her head, unconvincingly.

‘Liar,’ he murmured. ‘What’s your name?

‘Maya.’

‘Well Maya, the “extras” were a little show she was going to put on for us. First she was going to strip. Then she was going to masturbate while we watched.’

Heat shot through her and she thought bloody hell!‘People actually do that?’

‘The question is, do you?’

‘Strip naked and bring myself off in front of a load of strangers? I think not.’

He grinned again and she felt her pussy clench. ‘Come on. You like that idea. In fact you’re getting turned on. So am I. I can picture you, touching yourself, sliding your fingers inside your pussy. I’ll watch you and wish it was my cock. My tongue. I’ll watch you and all I will think about is fucking you.’

Her nipples tightened at his words and Rick noticed. ‘I want to see your tits too. To watch you suck on your nipples. Can you do that?’

She nodded, mesmerised. No tiny titties for her. Instead she had big, swollen mammas that were tingling inside her basque.

‘This is turning you on,’ said Rick. ‘Admit it. The thought of spreading your legs for us is getting you going. Every cock in the room will be standing for you. Men will go home and fuck their wives tonight thinking of you.’

God, she was almost coming on the spot at the image he conjured up. Maya looked over at the other men and saw there were already some bulges in their trousers.