GIRLIFIED: 15 BOOKS MEGA BUNDLE

by Nikki Crescent

  He gently moved his hands up and down her sides. It wasn’t until she moved them forward, onto her abdomen, that he started reaching for her tits. And she let him, to Kalvin’s surprise. Strippers never let men touch them—especially not their tits. But Erin was different. She didn’t have the same boundaries—she maybe didn’t have boundaries at all.

  The men in the room finally broke free from their hypnotised daze; they all started cheering. Erin spun around and found herself straddling Landon. She reached around back and unclipped her bra, letting it fall onto Landon’s lap. Landon didn’t waste a second—he reached up and cupped her breasts with his hands. He squeezed firmly.

  “Careful, Landon!” someone shouted. “Don’t forget you’re getting married tomorrow!”

  “I’m not married now, am I?’ Landon said with a toothy grin. He continued to fondle her chest.

  And then Kalvin suddenly felt awkward. There was a hot sensation burning in his chest, which he wasn’t familiar with. It took a moment to realize he was feeling jealous. Landon continued to fondle Erin’s body. He reached down between her legs and started to rub. “You like that, baby?” he asked with that same toothy grin.

  “Do you?” Erin asked with a grin of her own.

  “You know it,” Landon said.

  Landon tried to pull down Erin’s panties, but she was able to move away from him before he could get a good grip. She waved a finger in the air and grinned. Landon was breathing heavily. One of his friends had to remind him again that he was getting married. Landon looked over and glared at his friend before looking back at Erin.

  “How much to make it a private show?” he asked.

  Erin shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t think your wife would like that too much,” she said as she continued to sway, still mesmerizing the crowd of men.

  “She’s not my wife yet,” Landon said.

  Kalvin didn’t like where the act was going. She’d done her fifteen minutes of erotic dancing and that’s what she was paid to do. Landon was drunk and he didn’t need to make the mistake of cheating on his fiancée the night before their wedding. So Kalvin stood up. “Everyone give it up for Erin,” he said, and everyone started clapping.

  He walked over to the door and motioned for Erin to follow him. Men handed her bills as she walked away from Landon, who was left frowning with dark red cheeks—upset that he didn’t get laid.

  CHAPTER VII

  Erin hadn’t counted her money yet, but she knew she had a lot in her hand. The wad was thick, almost too hard to hold with a single hand, and she couldn’t see any bill smaller than a twenty from a glance. And the money in her hand didn’t even include the six hundred she got paid by Kalvin.

  She felt good, her heart racing, her nerves buzzing. She loved all the cheering and hollering. She’d never received so many compliments before in her life. She couldn’t stop smiling, even though she knew she looked goofy as she stood at the back entrance of the bar. “I’ve got another bachelor party in a few weeks if you’re interested,” Kalvin said.

  She perked up, her heart swelling with warm energy. She’d already made enough money for the month—she couldn’t even imagine making more. She smiled. “I’m interested,” she said.

  “But, uh, you need to maybe not let the party… touch you so much. I know that they like it, but Landon’s getting married tomorrow and if his wife finds out about this, there might not be a wedding.” Kalvin was looking down at his feet, too shy to look her in the eye.

  “Oh, I’m sorry. I understand. I’m, uh, kind of new to this whole thing,” she said.

  “It’s okay. You did well. I mean—look at that wad of cash. I don’t think I’ve ever made that much money in fifteen minutes.”

  Erin smiled, looking down at the wad again. She was still shocked that it was all hers.

  “Do you, uh, want me to call you a cab?” Kalvin asked.

  “Sure. That would be great.”

  Kalvin had the cab company on speed dial. But the cab company was busy that night. “It will take at least fifteen minutes, is that okay?” the dispatcher said.

  “Sure, I suppose that’s fine,” Kalvin said before hanging up. “I can wait with you,” he said to Erin.

  “Don’t worry about it. I’ll be okay. Thanks again.”

  Kalvin smiled and nodded and went back inside. Erin looked around to make sure there were no shady characters watching before she looked down and started counting her money. In her hand she had nine hundred and fifty dollars. She counted it again with a big smile on her face. She had rent for the month, and she nearly had rent for the next month as well. After one more party, she wouldn’t even have to think about money until summer was over.

  She stashed the money into her little purse and then she took a deep breath of the fresh night air. The universe really was looking out for her. Things were really starting to go her way.

  Suddenly, Erin could hear yelling coming from inside of the bar. “That’s none of your goddamn business you fucking asshole! Let me worry about her myself—and for the last time, she’s not my wife! Doesn’t that mean anything to you?” She recognized the yeller—it was Landon. And he sounded furious. He continued to yell. “Maybe it was a mistake to make you my best man. Don’t tell me to calm down—and stop telling me that I’m drunk! I’m not that drunk!”

  The back door opened and Kalvin stepped out. “Okay, I’m leaving!” he yelled into the bar. “Just know that you’ll thank me when you wake up tomorrow.”

  “Bullshit!” Landon yelled back.

  Kalvin turned around and his gaze met with Erin’s. His cheeks became rosy and he looked down at his feet. “Oh, hey,” he said. “No cab yet?”

  Erin shook her head. “Not yet.” She smiled.

  “I guess you probably heard some of that,” Kalvin said.

  “Some of it, yeah,” she said. “Is all that about me?”

  “Yeah. He’s, uh, a bit disappointed that we didn’t let him go further with you. I guess I should call another cab.”

  “Where do you live? Can’t we just split one?”

  “I like on Kingfisher,” Kalvin said.

  “Perfect. I live on Haddon.” The cab pulled up.

  CHAPTER VIII

  Erin opened the door and motioned for Kalvin to go in first. Kalvin hesitated. There was a group of smokers looking his way. It definitely looked like he was getting into a cab with a prostitute. But he knew it would be at least fifteen minutes before another cab came, and this one was going very close to where he lived. So he got in and he found himself sitting next to one of the prettiest, nicest smelling girls he’d ever met in his life.

  His mind was suddenly foggy. He couldn’t think of anything to say. His body was tense and he felt super-conscious of every part of himself. He hadn’t felt like this since he was fifteen, in high school. Erin looked over at him with a cute smile and he became even tenser. “I really appreciate the business,” she said.

  “Don’t mention it. You deserve it,” Kalvin said with a big smile. He looked back down at his lap, worried he would make her uncomfortable by looking at her for too long. He felt embarrassed thinking back to her show, when Landon reached down and copped a feel of her pussy. Landon should have known better, and now Kalvin felt guilty. He should have warned Erin that Landon could be a bit intense, and he should have told Erin to tell Landon to keep his hands to himself before even starting the show. But that was all in the past now—he knew better for next time, and Erin didn’t seem to be too upset—she was the opposite of upset. She was glowing and giddy, high on life.

  But she didn’t smell like booze and she wasn’t acting like she was on drugs. She was just happy—maybe she really liked stripping. Maybe she really liked dancing for men. Or maybe she really liked Kalvin. Kalvin became even tenser, which he didn’t think was possible. He took a deep breath and said, “I’ll pay for the cab.” They were coming up on Erin’s street.

  “Don’t be silly. I don’t mind,” she said, slipping a bill out from h
er purse.

  “I insist,” Kalvin said. He reached into his pocket and felt nothing. He’d left his wallet at the bar. He felt the colour drain from his face as he realized he was about to ask a stripper for a handout.

  But before he could say anything, she laughed and handed a twenty to the driver. “Keep the change,” she said. She looked at Kalvin. “Thanks so much again.”

  “Let me walk you to your door at least. There are a lot of weirdoes out at this time of night.” He hopped out of the car with her, mainly because he didn’t have money to cover the few blocks from her house to his—but also because his heart pounded at the thought of spending another few minutes with her—so he could see her beautiful face and smell her amazing perfume. She let him walk her to her apartment.

  “This is me,” she said, stopping in front of a building that Kalvin didn’t realize was an apartment building.

  “I thought this place was condemned,” he said, and then he realized he’d said something potentially offensive. He cleared his throat and stood up straight. “I mean—it’s different. It’s very… industrial.”

  “I know it’s not the nicest place. But it’s all I can afford.” She stuck her key in the door and gave it a heavy tug. The door was steel and it didn’t open easily. It creaked loudly as it came open. There was a creepy guy with a skinny neck and skinny arms standing in the apartment building’s lobby. He looked at Erin with a terrifying grin, and Kalvin decided it was probably best to walk Erin all the way to her apartment. So he slipped in with her. She didn’t mind.

  “Don’t you make decent money, uh, stripping? I mean—there’s got to be close to a grand in that wad you had.” He kept his voice low so the creeps wouldn’t overhear.

  “I made good money tonight, but I’m not a stripper,” she said.

  “I mean dancing. Sorry,” he said.

  She laughed. “I’m not a dancer or a stripper. I run a store. Your friend came up to me on the street and begged me to strip for your friend’s party. Tonight was the second party I’ve ever stripped for.”

  Kalvin felt his expression drop. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry about Mel—my friend. He’s a bit of an idiot, but he means well. He probably didn’t think you were a stripper. He was probably just desperate and asking everyone.”

  “I didn’t mind. I needed the money anyway. Why else would I agree to do it?” She stuck her key into her apartment door and she opened it up. She walked in, still talking. “I almost lost my business, but thanks to you guys, I managed to pay my rent. And it’s my own fault—I went out dressed like a stripper that day. I’m sure your friend wasn’t the only person who thought I was a stripper that afternoon.” Kalvin followed her into her apartment. It was strangely cold and damp. He watched as she went to the sink to pour herself a glass of water. The sink took a second before water started spraying out of it.

  Kalvin looked around and realized there was only one door in the space, which led to a small bathroom. There was no bedroom. There was an old couch with a blanket on it, and the apartment was otherwise empty. “Sorry it’s not clean,” Erin said. “I wasn’t expecting company.”

  Kalvin tried to swallow the lump in his throat. “It’s, uh, fine. But I hope you don’t mind me asking—how the hell do you live here? You can’t live here. This is no place for a lady.”

  “Like I said, it’s all I can afford.”

  Kalvin took a seat on her couch bed. It was stiff and he could feel a spring poking into his butt cheek. “Your poor back,” he said. “I’m sorry, I’m not trying to shit on your livelihood—but you need a real bed.”

  Erin shrugged her shoulders. “It’s not so bad once you get used to it.”

  “No, it’s not okay. You’re going to sleep in my guest room tonight—and for the rest of the week, until you find a new place.” He stood up and took a deep breath.

  “I really can’t afford a new place,” Erin said.

  “Well then at least spend a few nights in my guest room, and get a break from this couch. And the air in here… it can’t be good to breathe this air. C’mon. Pack a small bag and let’s go. You’re going to sleep well tonight. I’m not taking no for an answer.”

  Erin stared at him for a moment and then she laughed. “If you insist.”

  “I insist.” He watched and felt bad as she dug through her pile of clothes on the floor, trying to figure out what was clean and what was dirty. “Just bring all of it. You can clean it at my place. And bring your bed sheets, too. We’ll get those nice and clean as well. In fact, I have some spare bedding that I don’t use. You can just have it—replace your old sheets.”

  Erin did her best to stuff everything into her tattered suitcase. “Why are you being so nice to me?” she asked.

  Kalvin felt his cheeks turn red and he tried to figure out the answer himself. Why was he being so nice to her? Why was he offering his guest room to a complete stranger? Why was he so adamant about making sure she was living properly, and not like some poor third immigrant? He looked into her eyes and found himself shying away again. He was helping her out because he liked her—he had a high-school crush on her.

  “I don’t know,” Kalvin said, blushing. “Let’s just get you to my place so you can relax for a bit.”

  Kalvin loved the look on her face when she saw his condo. It was a nice condo, which he owned, up on the thirtieth floor of a newer building. He had a great view of downtown and he had three bedrooms—one he used as an office and the other he used as a guest room, which had only been used twice since he bought the condo four years before.

  He watched as Erin looked around the place with glowing eyes, as if she’d never staying in such a nice place before. And then he found himself thinking: maybe this is where she belongs. As she went into the bathroom to take a shower, he started wondering if it would be a good idea to ask her out, take her on a date, be her sugar daddy, and just treat her like a princess. She was a sweet girl—did she not deserve it? Did he not deserve to be with a beautiful blonde like her?

  He made a pot of tea while she was in the shower, and he got the first round of her laundry into the machine. And then he got the guest bedroom nicely set up for his guest. Once that was done, he realized that he was coming off as obsessed. He didn’t want her to think that he was trying to romance her, so he knocked gently on the bathroom door and said, “I’m heading off to bed. Have a good night.”

  “Good night,” Erin called back, and then Kalvin went off to bed.

  CHAPTER IX

  Erin felt grateful. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a vacation—probably more than half a decade before. This was by far the closest thing to a vacation: a large, comfortable bed in a quiet room with a beautiful view of the downtown core. Sure, she still had to wake up and go into work in the morning, but she would be going to work rested and without the stress of her looming rent payments. She wouldn’t have to worry if customers came in and didn’t buy anything—as long as she had the odd stripping gig, she would be fine. And she owed it all to Kalvin, and that other guy—Mel.

  As she lay down in her bed, she remembered Mel. She remembered how she snuck into the bathroom with him when she got carried away with her little performance. After seeing all of that money thrown onto the table, it was like she couldn’t help it—she felt like she needed to pay him back, and she didn’t have anything but her body to pay him back with.

  As she remembered Mel, she suddenly felt guilty about Kalvin. She hadn’t done anything to pay him back, and he was potentially offering her a whole new career. If Kalvin could get her a few more bachelor party gigs, she would certainly be able to get her name out there so she could get even more gigs. She had to pay him back; and now she felt like she couldn’t sleep until she paid him back.

  Erin got up and grabbed one of her bags. She dug into it until she found the lace lingerie that she wore at the bar that night. She quickly got changed. She wasn’t wearing any makeup now, or her blonde wig, but it was dark and she didn’t plan o
n turning on any lights. She did slip into a pair of stilettoes though, just because she knew they always drove men crazy, and they forced her butt to perk up, making it look bigger and more toned.

  She quietly crept across the large condo and then she pushed Kalvin’s door open. He was asleep on his side. Erin carefully walked over and climbed up onto the bed with him. He rolled over onto his back, so Erin quickly straddled him. Then Kalvin opened his eyes. “I meant to repay you earlier,” she said. Her heart was racing. She didn’t know this Kalvin guy very well. She knew he was nice, but she had no idea if he was in a relationship or if he even liked traps. But she had no other way of thanking him, so she bent forward and kissed him on the lips. He kissed back, but he was tense. Of course he was tense—he was asleep five seconds ago and now his lips were locked with a stranger’s.

  While they kissed, Erin shimmied down the blanket until she was able to squirm under it. Then she reached down and slipped her fingers under the waistband of Kalvin’s pyjama bottoms. She felt his warm girth and she slipped her fingers firmly around it and started to massage. He became even tenser, but he didn’t stop kissing.

  So apparently he had no problem with traps, which Erin assumed to be true, but she couldn’t have known for sure. She let her shoulders relax and then she sunk down low, breaking away from the kiss to give Kalvin’s throbbing member some special attention. She tugged down his pyjama bottoms and then sunk his cock into her mouth. She sucked until he was rock hard and then she sucked for a few more minutes. “Oh shit,” he mumbled as his cock drooled a bout of pre-cum. Erin licked it up and swallowed it, and then she kept sucking. She reached a hand under his tush and pressed a finger into his butthole. He didn’t seem to mind, though his body remained tense, probably still unsure about the whole interaction.