by JA Low
“Thanks guys.” Stacey laughs.
“Girls, forget about rock stars, we’re in Vegas. I’m sure three sexy single ladies are able to find some hot men or two or three to play with.” I raise my champagne glass to them.
“Yes, give those boys a taste of their own treatment,” Sienna adds.
“Take it from us, one thing those rock stars hate in the world is sharing their women,” I chuckle.
100
Christian
“Fuck, what are you doing here?”
“This is my club,” Nate states as we head toward the entry.
I’ve been to a lot of his clubs around the world, I’ve even been to his Las Vegas club, but this one I have never seen before.
“It opens next month; thought I would let my best customers check it out first.” He smiles at us. What the hell has Derrick planned?
Giving us a change of clothes at the club, we are all dressed and refreshed as we follow Nate down a long, dark hallway where he escorts us toward a room which has a stage and a couple of stripper poles. Oh shit, no, no, no. I quickly try and search for my phone but I’ve left it with my dirty clothes. Shit! “Derrick, this better not be strippers?” He looks at me and smiles.
“Dude, we are in Vegas and it’s your birthday, of course you are getting strippers.”
“No, I don’t want to be here, I won’t do that to Ness.” I tell him, his face softens.
“Fuck, I just lost a twenty dollar bet. Ness told me you would not be into this, but I thought no way in hell, I honestly thought you would be up for strippers just like the old days.”
The spotlights on the stage turn on and out walks Vanessa with two strippers, each carrying a chair. They place them back to front in the middle of the stage.
“Axel, Christian, your ladies are waiting,” Vanessa calls to us.
To say I am confused is an understatement, but I blindly follow my brother up the stairs and take my seat.
“It’s okay, you can enjoy it. Just no touching,” Vanessa whispers into my ear.
I turn around and she saunters off the stage and back behind a curtain. The music starts and the two blondes start dancing around us, the lights dim a little and more ladies come out from behind the curtain to entertain the guys sitting in the audience. The blonde is rubbing her hands all over me, her ass is wiggling on my crotch and nothing, my dick can’t even manage a half chub.
“You doin’ all right there, bro?” Axel turns to ask me.
“It’s not really doing anything for me, honestly.” I smile at the gyrating woman; she is beautiful but my dick just doesn’t care.
“Get up and find your woman then and leave this one for me, it is my birthday after all.”
I look up at the blonde, then out into the audience where my friends are having a good time, except Evan, who is standing off to the side on the phone.
“I’m sorry, darlin’, I need to find my woman.” She stops what she is doing and gives me a wide smile.
“Took you long enough, sugar, go find her,” she purrs, handing me a swipe key with a red sash attached to it. Pushing off the chair I quickly run behind the black curtain and am met with an endless amount of black doors, what the fuck? How the hell do I know which one she is in? I start swiping the doors, hoping she is in one of the first ones, because my cock has been resuscitated with anticipation. I’ve swiped six doors now and nothing, I continue onto a couple more until the green light flashes and the door opens. Fuck yeah!
Opening the door into darkness I call out, “Ness,” my ears picking up the sound of high heels in the distant.
“Take a seat, Christian,” Vanessa commands from somewhere in the room. I can’t make out where her voice is coming from, there is a sliver of light streaming underneath the door and I stumble toward the chair in the middle of the room. My hands feel the soft leather of the chair and I sink into it. Vanessa heels click clack along the cement floor. I am blinded for a moment as she flicks the lights on, a red glow fills the room, then music begins to play, ‘Hands To Myself’ by Selena Gomez filters through the stereo system.
Vanessa’s dressed in the sexiest black, silk dressing gown, my eyes trail down to the lace detail on the edges, I notice the sheer black stockings she has on underneath with black stilettos. Her caramel hair is pulled up into a messy ponytail and her lips are painted scarlet red. My dick throbs thinking of how that lipstick would look coating my shaft. Her curvaceous hips sway to the beat of the music, hypnotizing me as she glides across the floor in front of me. Manicured hands playing seductively with the gown’s tie, teasing me, I get a tiny glimpse of black lace underneath her gown. She does a turn for me, her fingers touching my shoulders as she sings along to the song about not keeping her hands to herself and I am quite happy to have them on me.
“Get your cock out,” Vanessa purrs into my ear.
I quickly start to undo the buttons on my jeans, my hand pulls out my hardening cock from my underwear, I feel the cool breeze of the air conditioning against my heated skin. There is a drop of pre-come glistening on the tip and I use my thumb to wet the head of my cock. Vanessa turns away from me, my eyes focus on her hips, like a pendulum back and forth they go, my hand on my dick keeps in time with her. Then the gown is gone, it slowly flutters to the floor, my heart stops, I am dead.
“Fucking hell!” I groan as I see what she is wearing underneath the dressing gown, some sort of lace bondage style lingerie with a garter belt attached to her stockings. She gives me a flirty smile and a shimmy then slinks back toward me. My hand starts its assault up and down my aching length, watching as she prowls toward me. Dragging her fingers over my shoulders, humming away to the music, she kicks out my legs so she can stand in-between them.
“You look so fucking unbelievable,” I breathe out.
“It’s all for you,” she whispers, moving closer to me now, her breasts dangling deliciously in my face.
“Now remember, no touching the dancers,” she giggles, turns around and wiggles her ass in my face.
I bite it.
“Ouch.” She jumps away from me.
“You said no touching.” I give her puppy dog eyes.
“No biting either, until later.” She tells me as she raises her eyebrow at me.
My cock leaks a little bit more, poor guy he really wants to get in on the action, I give him a little choke to satisfy him until the main event. Moving to the beat of the music, I watch as Vanessa’s hands move over her body, sliding down her arms over her soft skin, up her chest and over her breasts. She walks closer toward me, her fingers playing aimlessly with her body as she does some salsa hip movements, her hands rubbing over the swell of her ass, like a snake charmer, she is mesmerizing me with her hips.
I am so focused on her hips that I haven't noticed her slip off her bra until it lands in my lap. My head whips up and there they are, her gorgeous tits, the same tits she tries and hides from me every time we make love because she is worried about the scars, she’s worried about their firmness and lack of sensitivity. But all I see is a survivor, a damn sexy survivor. She drops her tight little ass over my dick, swaying it from side to side, the lace of her underwear touching me, it feels so good. My hands automatically come out and hold her hips still as she hovers over me, rubbing herself on me.
“I said no touching,” she clucks with her tongue, moving away from me, just enough that she is out of arms reach. Turning around she dances for me, I huff out a frustrated breath, she sways again in front of me. I watch as her fingers slowly sink beneath the lace, then her panties start rolling down her legs. Giving herself a shimmy she throws them at me. I look to the heavens, thank you Lord for this beautiful creature, I have no idea what I have done to deserve her, but thank you. I look at her as she moves toward me again with a wicked smile on her face. Her eyes drop to my lap, where my dick is currently pointing sky high, she licks her scarlet lips then drops to her knees in front of me.
“Fuck, Ness, I want to see those red lips wrapped around
my cock,” I hiss as she moves closer to my lap.
“Of course.” She smiles, her warm fingers wrapping around me. Fuck, it is amazing, my dick is excited that he is finally getting some action. I watch as her red lips close over the aching head of my cock, red lips wrapped around my length. Yes, yes, yes. This is what I dreamt about. She starts sucking and my brain loses all rational thought, my eyes stay fixated on my cock going in and out of her mouth. My hand wraps around her ponytail and I give it a hard tug, pulling her perfect mouth off of my cock. My cock bobs around trying to search for her mouth that was rudely taken from him.
“I need you to fuck me, Ness. You have me wound up so fucking tight with this little seduction. I need to release the pressure building up. Please, baby, help me come.” I plead with her, never have I ever wanted a woman as much as I want Vanessa at this point. She nods and I let go of her ponytail. Vanessa stands up slowly, she lifts one leg over my thigh, her sexy garter, stockings and heels are still in place. She places her other leg over my other thigh, she is hovering over me, right above my cock, her hands hold onto my shoulders for balance, my hands hold her hips, I move one of my hands down between us, rubbing my twitching cock through her wet folds. Vanessa mews as I rub back and forth across her clit, back and forth through her slickness until we are both panting for more. In one swift move she sinks down on me. We both freeze, enjoying the fullness of our coupling. Vanessa starts moving, slowly up and down, getting into a rhythm. She is bouncing on my dick enthusiastically, her tits bounce in my face, over and over again, my thumb finds her clit and I press on it as she rides me.
“I’m coming,” Vanessa screams, and I can feel her tight, little cunt clamping down on my cock, and with white hot sparks I come not far after her. She’s still bouncing on me like I’m her personal pogo stick until we both come back down to earth.
“Happy birthday, Christian,” she says, kissing my lips.
“Fucking happy birthday to me!” I grin.
101
Vanessa
I need to pee. I stretch out in the worlds comfiest bed and stumble out of Christian’s tight grip and make my way to the bathroom to relieve myself. I look like a red, hot mess staring at myself in the bathroom mirror while washing my hands. Last night turned crazy, the night is a blur. Nate let us all enjoy the pleasures The Paradise Club had to offer, Christian and I tried some light bondage, which was fun. We skipped the voyeur room as we weren’t in the mood to watch our friends fuck. Nate organized some beautiful ladies to play with the single guys that were there and from what I saw they were having a good time, especially those Sons of Brooklyn boys who joined us a little later on. Kinky little fuckers.
Washing my face, trying to feel a little more human than zombie, something catches my eye in the fluorescent light. What the fuck? I stare down at the massive diamond on my finger. My heart starts to beat faster, my empty stomach sinks, what the hell? I have a bad feeling about this, that we might have done something stupid, we were all pretty wasted. I hear one of our mobile phones go off. I ignore it, it’s not important. What is important is this damn rock on my finger. Now that I have noticed it, it feels heavy on my hand, I quickly run back into the bedroom and check Christian’s hands. FUCK! His hand is sporting a titanium silver band, no, no, no, please don’t tell me, Christian and I became a Vegas statistic and got married. I think I am having a heart attack, my heart is beating furiously through my chest, I’m surprised the next room can’t hear it.
Christian’s phone rings again and I notice MOM across the screen.
“Chris, Chris.” I shake him trying to wake him up. “Your mom’s calling.” He ignores me and rolls over, grumbling about it being fucking early and it’s his birthday and he can sleep if he wants too.
“Wake the fuck up birthday boy,” I scream at him. He startles awake and sits up quickly, his brown hair a messy bird’s nest, his square jaw peppered with stubble. He rubs his eyes and focusses on me.
“Darlin’, what the fuck?” He squints trying to look at me.
“Did we get married last night?” My voice sounds a little hysterical.
Christian bursts out laughing as if I have gone mad. I shove the massive diamond ring in his face and that makes him stop laughing.
“Shit!” Then he notices his wedding band. “Fuck, Ness, we got married last night.”
“No, shit, like how the fuck did this happen?” I question him as if he is the gatekeeper of all things matrimony and wasn’t as plastered as I was last night.
“Fuck, this was not how I envisioned our wedding.” He rakes his fingers through his hair, his whiskey colored eyes looking at me with a hint of sadness.
“Huh, what are you talking about, wedding?” I question him.
“Ness.” He tuts at me. “You and I both know we were always going to get married, but you deserved the wedding of your dreams not some Vegas ceremony,” he coos, taking my hands in his. “I want to give you the world.” He smiles now looking down at our hands, the ones currently joined with two symbols of a lifetime commitment. “At least in our drunken state, I got you a nice ring. Do you like it?” He sounds concerned.
My ring is the least of our concerns. I look down and really take it in, turning it around in the light. Fuck, it is so pretty and the diamond band beside it fits so well. It would have been the ring I picked out if money was no object and if I didn’t care what others thought of the ostentatiousness of such a huge diamond.
“Of course I do, look at it, it’s beautiful, but I can’t keep it.”
Christian’s face falls. “And why not?” His tone sounds hurt.
“Because I don’t remember any of it happening.” That’s the truth. I never thought I was a traditional person until now. I am sitting here with the love of my life, who I can’t remember marrying. “It doesn’t feel real or right.”
“But the thought of being married to me isn’t the reason, is it?” Christian asks with such vulnerability that it hurts my soul.
I grab his face and kiss him passionately. “It would be an honor to be your wife.”
Christian suddenly jumps up out of bed, he is dressed in only a pair of black boxer briefs as he gets down on one knee. “I have loved you the moment you fell into my arms all those years ago, you bewitched me. It may have taken us a long time to finally get our shit sorted, to finally be together. I know what it’s like to not have you in my life. I know what it’s like to fear losing you and I never want to experience that loss ever again. You make me the happiest man in the world, I want to grow old with you, Vanessa, I want to have babies with you, I want to spend the rest of my life on an adventure with you, because you make my life better. Will you marry me again?”
Tears are running down my face. “Yes, yes, of course I will marry you.” I jump into his arms, kissing the ever loving shit out of him.
“Maybe that should have been, yes, I want to stay married to you, seeing as we might already be married.” We both burst out laughing at the craziness of what we have done, but it doesn’t matter because I love this man so fucking much. Christian’s phone rings and it’s his mom again.
“You better get that, must be important if she’s calling.” I snuggle into his side.
He picks up the phone off the floor. “Hey, Momma.”
I hear yelling down the phone, shit she is pissed.
“Mom, I’m sorry you had to find out via TMZ but honestly Ness and I don’t remember getting married.”
This makes me sit up, shit, how the fuck does TMZ know about this before we fucking do, the people who supposedly got married. I listen to Christian try and placate his mom on the phone. I look down at my own and see a million missed calls, messages and emails. Oh shit! All of a sudden the knocking starts at the hotel door.
“Open the fuck up,” Axel screams.
I jump up out of bed, and quickly rush to the door. I see a fuming Axel standing in front of me and a bemused Evan, Sienna and Derrick.
“Is Christian decent?” Axel seethes.
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“He’s on the phone to your mom.”
Axel pushes past me and heads toward the room where his brother is located, trying to calm down his mother.
“I might just check on Axe.” Evan slinks past me, following the furious steps of Axel.
“You dirty bitch, sneaking off and getting married, not inviting us, you’ve broken my heart,” Derrick mocks.
“Well if it makes you feel better I don’t remember inviting myself either.” I try to laugh but it sort of comes out on a hiccupped cry.
“Hey, hey, hey.” Sienna wraps her arms around my sagging shoulders. “It’s going to be okay. You’re not the first couple to get married in Vegas and I’m sure you won’t be the last either.” She tries to sooth me, while rubbing my back, the tears fall freely now.
“Fuck, I have totally fucked up, this is going to be a PR nightmare for the band, the label.”
“Are you fucking serious?” Sienna starts to get into me, but then we hear shouting from behind us. Across the room Axel has Christian by the neck and is screaming in his face. I run toward them. Evan is trying to pull Axel off of Christian.
“How could you fucking do that to Mom?” he screams at Christian. “I had her in tears on the phone this morning? Do you even care that she had to watch you drunkenly get married by some Elvis impersonator on TMZ?”
“I know, bro, I know I fucked up, okay!” Christian pushes Axel off him. I run to his side. It’s as much his fault as it is mine, they should be pissed at me as well. Axel is glaring at both us.
“Axel,” I call, grabbing his arm. “We’re sorry, okay. But honestly we don’t remember last night. Do you know how that feels to not remember your wedding?”
His whiskey colored eyes look down at me, the tension subsides a little. “What the fuck were you two thinking?”
Christian tries to interject but I shush him.