by Angera Allen
I smile at him but don’t say anything. Instead, I sit back taking a sip of my drink.
Shy begins to talk, watching Quick as he speaks. “Ruby, I’ve never seen my brother act this way toward any woman before. We’re close and-”
I interrupt him before he continues. “I know, Shy. Everyone has told me how he doesn’t do relationships. How he doesn’t date anyone twice. I’ve told him this is just a weekend thing, but he keeps telling me-”
Shy sits up turning his body so no one can see his demeanor change but when I do I snap my mouth shut with a gasp.
“Goddamn, do you always spout off like that before a person is done talking? Jesus Christ, Quick picked a fucking great nickname for you. But I need you to shut the fuck up and listen.”
I nod my head, too scared to open my mouth. Shy’s body is tense as his jaw clenches. I have obviously pissed him off.
“What I was saying is, that we’re close and I’ve never seen him this happy. I don’t give a fuck what anyone else said to you. I know my brother, and you make him happy. Whatever you two have going on is between you and don’t let anyone else get involved.” Shy pauses looking over at the group of people dancing. When he looks back down to me his face has softened. “Ruby, you’re special to two of our women and one of my best friends. The main one being my old lady. She’s hell-bent on getting you to move here. I just wanted to tell you that you have my support. If you ever need us, just reach out to us. The MC will never let you down. I know you have to deal with a lot of shit when you get home, but at any time you need us, we are a phone call away.”
Tears fill my eyes as his words hit me hard. The love he has for Ginger and Quick is overwhelming. I reach up wiping a tear away and smile. “Thank you, Shy. That means more to me than you’ll ever know.”
Taking a couple deep breaths, I compose myself before Shy moves to lean back into the couch giving me full view of our crazy group dancing. I’m envious of the bond these people have together. I start to let my mind wander with all my what ifs and I begin to freak out. I start to panic. “Shy, I’m scared. What if I’m not good enough for him? What if I can’t move here? What if he gets hurt? What if-”
Shy stops me, putting his hand up. “Wow, Firecracker. Slow down before you have everyone running over here worried about you. Take a deep breath.” Shy moves to refill our drinks turning toward me again he says with soft eyes. “Ruby, you have a lot of shit going on in that little head of yours, but you need to think, what you can fix right now? What do you have control over right now? Who the fuck knows what tomorrow will bring. You can’t stress out about tomorrow. Quick’s a grown man, and he knows what he wants. He knows your situation. If he wants to dive in with you, then let him. Don’t push people away who want to be there for you. If you do, you’ll always be alone.”
I take a big gulp of my drink and choke when I realize he made me a stiff drink. He tilts his head back with a laugh. I join in after my choking spell ends. As I look at Shy, feeling better, I say, “I’m scared shitless. I’m always scared I’ll make the wrong decision.”
Shy leans forward onto his elbow. “Don’t be scared to live life. Fucking up is the best part.” Shy chuckles, slamming his drink back. “You live, you learn, and you move on to the next thing life throws at you. Being scared is okay because it’s a challenge. Challenges are a way of life. The more you overcome, the better you become.”
Seeing our group make their way back to us he finishes, “Ruby, like I said, we’re always here for you. Let people help you because you need to trust in someone.”
The lump in my throat keeps me from replying to him, so I give him a big smile and nod my thank you.
“Iz is killing it on the decks tonight,” Ginger exclaims as she grabs her drink taking a big sip.
Quick plops down next to me giving me a kiss on the cheek as Maze grabs a water from the bucket.
I smile at everyone taking another drink, trying to hide my facial expression. Ginger, not missing a beat asks, “So what were you two talking about? It looked pretty serious?”
Shy leans forward grabbing Ginger around the waist, pulling her in between his legs. “Just life and making fun of your crazy asses bouncing around.”
I stand up excusing myself saying I need to use the bathroom. I needed a minute to collect my thoughts, letting everything that Shy said sink in and pull myself together. Ginger and Maze say they need to go too and lead the way.
Ginger takes us the bathroom next to the stage that is only used for DJs and performers. Once we’re in the empty bathroom, Ginger turns on me. “Okay, what did Shy say to you that freaked you out. I swear if he was mean to you or-”
I put my hand up stopping her from talking.
“He was very sweet. I was the asshole who interrupted him.” Maze’s face had me pausing to laugh. “Yes, I found out that you don’t interrupt him while he is speaking. I think that was the only time I was freaked out, but he was still nice to me. He let me know I can count on the club if I ever need them.”
Ginger’s face lights up. “Thank God. I was going to cut him off from getting any if he was mean. Now he just earned himself a blowjob.” All of us start to laugh. Ginger gives me a big hug. “Ruby, I really want you to come back here and live. I know you have to deal with some major stuff back home but know we are here.”
I give her a big hug back trying to hold back the tears. “Dammit. I can’t cry. No crying tonight,” I cry out, wiping the tears.
“Okay, are we good? Can we go dance and get fucked up? It's your last night, and I took the night off. Let’s have some fun. No more talk of sad shit,” Maze demands.
We all laugh and go about our business getting freshened up. Opening the door, Quick is pacing in front of the door with Gus standing guard.
“Jesus Christ. I was just about ready to charge in there. You bitches take forever,” Quick ranted, charging over to me.
Seeing Gus standing there looking worried, I panic. “What’s wrong?” I see Gus and freak out something happened to Izzy. “Where is Izzy?”
Gus puts his hand up. “She was worried about ya, so I came to check on ya.”
Relief washes over me. “Thank God. I’m fine. We were just gossiping. All is good.” I turn to Maze, grabbing her hand. “Let’s go dance.” Pulling her and Ginger to the dance floor.
The dance floor is packed like sardines, so we make our way to the front of the VIP booth. Gus makes his way back up to Izzy reporting I’m fine and when she sees us girls dancing she waves. Quick is giving us some space staying idly by watching over us girls.
It feels good just to let go and dance. As I tilt my head up toward the ceiling, I close my eyes and just relax as I move to the beat, letting the music take over my mind, body, and soul. I have forgotten how therapeutic dancing can be, not just on a pole but dancing period. Helps clean the soul, filling it with good energy and happy vibes. Five songs later, I have a sheen of sweat glistening over my body, with all the heat from the bodies dancing together.
“Sexy Bitch” by David Guetta featuring Akon, mixes in as I feel hands slide around my waist. Opening my eyes, I see Eva, Ginger, and Maze dancing in front of me with the men circling around us dancing. I grab Quick’s hand pulling him closer to my back as we move as one. The dance floor has become even more crowded. The men have circled us girls so no one can hit on us, but with the masses of people, it gets hard.
“Damn girl. The way your body moves,” Quick breathes into my ear. I lift both of my arms up behind my head sliding them around his neck as he leans down kissing my collarbone. Quick growls, pressing his cock into my ass as we sway to the song. Forgetting everyone else around us, letting the music take us on a journey.
Turning me around, Quick slides his hands down over my ass securing my dress from riding up as I entwine my fingers in his hair at the nape of his neck. Quick leans down kissing me, sliding a thigh between my legs taking control of our movements. The friction between my legs has me moaning for more. The atmosphere in
the club has me feeling high, the lights flashing along with the smoke machine and the mass of people dancing. I feel out of control as we lose ourselves in the music. I give all control to Quick closing my eyes, letting the music fill my soul.
A half-hour later our clothes are damp with sweat. “I could dance all night with you. Your body is perfect for me. Goddamn, Firecracker, I’m so fucking hard right now.” He groans into my neck.
I lean up on my tiptoes licking his sweaty neck before biting his earlobe. “Take me.”
Quick looks down making sure he heard me correctly.
I smile. “Now.”
He grabs my hand and pulls me off the dance floor rushing us to the bathroom. Quick closes the door, locking it and moves us to the counter. “This is going to be quick. Izzy gets off in five minutes and will need to use the restroom.”
“Hurry,” I whine.
Lifting my dress, I slip my panties off, handing them to Quick. He has his pants open and a condom on in seconds. I turn my back to him looking at him through the mirror as he moves behind me, he bends down placing his cock at my entrance. Gripping my hips, he thrusts up bottoming out in one motion with my pussy slick with desire.
“Jesus. This pussy is like crack. My dick craves it.” He grunts with his massive thrust.
“Quick. Oh, God,” I grit through clenched teeth.
I hold onto the counter for support as he leans me forward, bending me over the counter giving himself a different angle. Pounding harder, he goes deeper. “Look at me. Watch me fuck you,” he demands, working me faster.
As I open my eyes, I see him devouring my body with his eyes. Quick reaches in front of me pulling one of my breasts out wrenching it as I cry out in pleasure.
“Fuck me. Harder,” I moan.
Quick, who’s watching his cock glides into my pussy, as he bites his lower lip.
“Harder?” he asks, still fixated at our connection.
“Yes, fuck me harder.”
Quick breaks his stare as he looks up, so he can grab a handful of my hair, yanking it back, making me arch my back as he hammers his cock into my tightening pussy. My orgasm’s at the brink of explosion, as I moan with each thrust.
Quick pulls me away from the counter thrusting up as he yanks my hair back, using his other hand, he slides it down the front of me cupping my mound as he fingers my clit. I scream my release as my walls spasm around his thick cock.
Quick releases me, pushing me up against the counter as he lifts one of my legs, as he pins me down jacking his cock harder and deeper into my pussy. Keeping my eyes on him, I see his neck muscle tighten with each pump. He’s close to his own climax. I reach back with one hand cupping his balls.
“Oh, yeah.” Quick throws his head back groaning his release as he slows his thrust. He releases my leg letting me stand up. Quick still hasn’t withdrawn from inside me. Gripping my hips, he leans down biting my shoulder. “Firecracker. I don’t know what I’m going to do when you leave,” he confesses.
Lost in my own sated state, I don’t reply but just smile. Quick pumps a couple more times before he slips out, disposing of the condom, while I put myself back together and freshen up.
As Quick fixes himself, he stands behind me hugging me and placing soft kisses along my shoulder and neck.
A knock at the door has me giggling, as we move to leave the bathroom.
Izzy yells, “Bitch you better be getting some in there,” from the other side of the door.
I open the door with a huge smile.
“Thatta girl. Get some.” Izzy laughs.
I hug her as she moves into the bathroom.
“I got to pee. Bye, Quick,” she exclaims.
Izzy yammers about her set and the crowd and I tune her out looking at myself in the mirror. My lips are swollen from kissing, and my cheeks are flushed from being fucked properly. I giggle feeling my lips with my fingertips. Izzy comes out of the bathroom and takes one look at me before busting up laughing.
“Damn girl. You got fucked good,” Izzy laughs.
I reply by nodding my head, still feeling my swollen lips.
“Well, snap out of it, Luc is waiting to talk to you so pull yourself together. Here, I have some makeup let’s freshen you up, hoe.” Izzy is beaming.
Ten minutes later we’re in the VIP area talking to Luc and Mia about my future with Spin It Inc. I’m so glad I listened to a few demos and went over the application. Luc is a great businessman and definitely knows his shit.
I can tell he did some research on me as well because he asked a bunch of questions about the band and their touring details.
In the back of my mind, I wonder if he’s also seen the file the club has on me. He seems to know a lot about me. Izzy and Eva are here with me, but they let me do all the talking. The more I speak with Luc, the more comfortable I am with him and begin to really explain what I used to do for the band. Well, before Bella was born. We’ve kept it all business so far, and I’m beaming with joy from the sound of this job I’ll really like it.
I watch the boys sitting to the side having a conversation while we chat with Luc. Quick never takes his eyes off of me, and when our eyes lock, I give him a brief smile.
“Ruby, I have to ask since I don’t know all the details, but what’re your plans? Izzy said divorce, yeah? Maybe relocate?” Luc inquires.
“I’m for sure getting a divorce. Depending on how difficult he will make it and finances, that will determine if I can move,” I reply hesitantly.
Izzy wants to say something, but I give her a look telling her not to get involved. I know she wants to say she will pay for us to move here but it’s more than that.
“I know it’s none of our business, but once you become an employee, we take care of our people. We can help if you need it. I have no problem with you workin’ from LA, but that would include a lot of travel for you. If you're as good as I think you are, I’ll want you to travel with some performers. Will that be a problem?”
I shake my head. “No, I have support back home, and that is something I would need to figure out before I move here.”
Eva says enthusiastically, “Well, I can help with all that. One, we have a daycare on site at the building.”
Mia’s next to pipe in with, “I’m sure I’ll be able to help out too. I love kids.”
“Again, I know you have a lot to think about and decisions that need to be made, but just know you will have all the support you need once you move here. Next Monday give Mia a call and let us know what you decide, and we can start there and see how that goes,” Luc explains.
“Thank you. Thank you so much. I really want this job. It seems perfect for me. I just need to figure things out regarding Bella before I jump in,” I reply.
Luc laughs, showing his beautiful smile. “I think you will be perfect for the job as well.”
Izzy and Eva both squeal while Mia gives me a hug. I feel so empowered. My gut tells me this company is my future. I smile looking around at all the people in the VIP area. I can see myself here. When my eyes land on Quick again my heart skips. The look on his face is nothing but happiness. He is genuinely excited for me, and he has done nothing today but give me encouraging words.
As I make my way back over to him I tell myself, I’ve got tonight. That’s all I’ve got - one more night.
Chapter Seventeen
We’ve all returned to the clubhouse after Ginger finished her set at the club. The rest of the night was pure bliss, like something out of a movie. I’m so scared that tomorrow when I get on that plane this will all be just a dream. The life that I’ve always wanted at my fingertips.
I look over to see Ginger dancing in front of Shy seductively. There’re about fifteen or so hanging out on the second floor listening to music. Mac and Dallas arrived with about five girls from the White Wolf. Two of the girls are on the stage dancing around giving the boys a show. Maze is sitting on a member name Tiny’s lap while the rest of us are lounging on couches. The men are relaxed being bac
k at the club. Izzy, Gus, Quick, and myself are on one big couch while Shy and Ginger are in a wide lounge chair.
I feel like I belong here and my heart hurts for tomorrow. I snuggle deeper into Quick, who has his arm around me. My heels are off and I’m curled up with my legs under me as I lean into Quick. Gus and Izzy seem to be arguing over her coming to LA with me. I told her she doesn’t have to come, but she told Luc she was going but will be back before her show Thursday, giving her three days to help me. She told Gus on the way home that she was going, and he isn’t too happy. The boys seem to think they should be able to come too. Gus’s using the bodyguard card, but I think it’s making it worse since she feels they are more. They really need to figure their shit out. It’s confusing as all hell to everyone else around.
“Firecracker, you almost ready to head upstairs? I’ve shared you long enough. I need my time with you,” Quick murmurs into my ear sending an electric charge straight to my core.
I nod my head with an, “Uh-huh.”
Quick’s swift movement has me up in his arms holding my heels as he announces we’re headed to bed. I wrap my arms around his neck, saying my goodbyes to everyone. Our plan is to all have lunch together before we head to the airport.
Once we’re in the elevator, Quick shifts me so I’m straddling him with my legs wrapped around his waist. He grips my ass pinning me against the elevator wall. “Goddamn, I’ve been wanting to be alone with you all fucking day. That quickie at the club only made me want you more,” Quick says before kissing me. The elevator door dings, breaking our kiss.
Quick places me on my feet inside his door, locking it behind him. I’m about to take my dress off when Quick says huskily, “Don’t move. Don’t take anything off. Just stand there.”
I freeze from taking my dress off but turn to face him as he takes his shirt off. The light in the room is dim giving it a romantic setting. My pussy pulses like a cry for help. I shift from one foot to another trying to help relieve some pressure, feeling wetness between my thighs. Quick never gave me my panties back from the bathroom, leaving me pantiless. He’s been torturing me with a swipe of his fingers over my clit throughout the night while no one was watching. Keeping me aroused and wet all night. Now I’m just dripping with need.