"That must have been nice."
"Yeah I guess, but it was confusing. All of a sudden we were popular. Girls were taking notice of us. I didn't know what to do. In college, I just went with the flow. It was nice being the center of attention, and I liked not getting picked on."
"You know you're more than your body, right?"
My heart stutters at the earnest look on her face. My body means everything to me, it’s my weapon, so to speak. It also gave me positive attention. Thinking I'm more than my body makes me uncomfortable.
I clear my throat and ignore her comment as I continue my story. “We did everything together, and when it was time to become grown ups we couldn’t figure out what we should do. Some girl was joking around with us at a party and she said we should become exotic dancers.”
“So you did.”
“Not exactly.”
“What happened?”
I love that she’s enthralled by my story and it makes my foot ease off the accelerator so I can take my time with her and not show up at Big Willie’s too soon.
“We didn’t say anything at the party but on the way home we all kind of mentioned it in our own way.”
“And that’s the beginning of the Trifecta?”
“Good guess, but no. We were awful. We thought just having muscles and good looks would be enough to get on stage.”
“Oh dear.” She laughs.
“We got on stage and it was a disaster.” I laugh at the memory and Clara’s eyes sparkle. “Axel attempted a high kick and busted Damien’s nose. I bent down and my tight shorts split open letting my balls fall out.”
Clara laughs as tears run down her face. It was humiliating, but I can laugh at it nowadays.
“We were booed off stage. We left with our tails between our legs, or should I say my balls were tucked between my legs.”
“Oh I wish I would’ve been there. It would have been way more entertaining than any of the shows I’ve seen so far.”
“You can’t tell me you haven’t had fun at Big Willies.”
“I mean, it’s been ok.”
“Just ok, huh? What about the lap dance?”
The blush is almost as appealing as the tongue peeking out and wetting her voluptuous lips. “The lap dance was nice.”
“Nice?”
“It would’ve been better if we were alone. Oh my god I can’t believe I just said that.”
“Forgetting isn’t something I can do. I’m pretty sure that sentence is burned in my brain. But you’re in luck we’re almost to the club. I don’t have enough time to decide what I want to do with that piece of information. And don’t worry the next time I give you a lap dance it will be just the two of us.”
She clears her throat, the pink staining her cleavage has me fascinated. I want to lick every inch of her body. The obsession I have with her is becoming too much for me to stand. I’ve never wanted a woman the way I want Clara. And I always get what I want.
“Tell me about the club,” the whisper is a plea.
I give her what she is silently asking for. “After the first time we were on stage we decided never to get humiliated again. We practiced and watched way too many videos online before we went back.”
“And?” she asks.
“We did well with the ladies, but the other guys hated us. They thought we were going to steal their business. It was like we were in grade school all over again. We were being bullied. Our stuff was destroyed or hidden. But then we noticed that the owner of the club we were working at was skimming off the top. We told the guys, but they didn’t believe us, or at least until Damien found proof. Then all of a sudden everyone wanted to be our friends.”
“It’s like a soap opera.”
“Willie came over and propositioned us to move to his club. He said he would help us rise to stardom and when he felt we were ready he would sell us his club. Willie has been getting us ready to take over since the day he found us."
“So Willie is the inventor of the Trifecta?”
I nod my head to the side and agree. “I guess he is, but don’t tell him that. He’ll get an even bigger head. The amount of money he’s making off us has been making him act like a giddy school girl.”
“Your secret’s safe with me.”
“Thank you. The rest is history, we moved over to Big Willies, became the Trifecta, saving as much money as we could. And now we were just approved for the loan to make our down payment, and we’re about to claim ownership in about six months. All three of us are kind of overwhelmed. We’ve never really run a club before. Willie said he would help us until we were on our feet. When you talked about having your business management degree I think my brothers thought it was a sign. A lifesaver.”
“And what do you think?”
“I think I owe you a chance.”
“Ben, you don’t owe me anything.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. I got you fired.”
“I don’t want your charity and I don’t need anything from you.”
“Except a date to your sister’s wedding.” I pull over, I can’t argue with her while I’m driving. She makes me crazy.
“I don’t need you to go to my sister’s wedding with me.”
“But, you still don’t have a date, right?”
“So?”
“Let me take you.”
“Ok.” She blushes. “If I’m being honest I really want you to take me.”
Her confession has my heart hammering in my chest. Her honesty makes me brave. I lean in, smelling the strawberry and vanilla scent I now associate with her. A smell that will give me a massive erection anytime it wafts across my nose.
Her mouth drops open letting her breath move over my lips. I watch her pupils dilate and I would put our loan on the line that her nipples are pointing straight at me.
“I have a confession to make,” I whisper.
Her eyes drift down to my lips.
“I really want to take you to her wedding.”
Before she can say anything, I unbuckle her seatbelt, bringing her onto my lap. She pulls my hair giving her better access to my mouth. It seems my little angel has the devil in her and I like it.
My hands travel down to her ass and I grab hold. Clara’s legs open wider giving me better access.
“You’re a dirty little thing.”
She pulls my hair harder and I smile. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” She laughs a little and it spurs me on.
“Why don’t you show me?” I lean back a bit, letting her eyes get their fill as I stare at her body too. She’s hot, still dressed in her pencil skirt and white blouse.
The skirt’s been pushed up, and I can barely make out her white-lace panties.
My cock throbs to life as I check really quick to make sure there’s no one around.
She kisses my neck, grinding her body against me. “What about you? Are you naughty?”
I stare at her with a lazy grin. She has no idea how naughty I can be. “When we’re not in this car I’ll really let you know how dirty I can be with my lips, my mouth, and the big cock you’re rubbing against.”
“Promise?”
I bring my hand under her skirt, letting my finger brush along the lace. “Oh, I promise, sweetheart.” I push her panties to the side, running my finger along her wetness.
She’s so wet and ready for me, and the knowledge of that fact turns me on even more.
“Please.” Her moan enters my mouth and I swallow it. Savoring it.
“Please what?” I need her to beg for what she wants.
My finger slips inside her, and she arches her back, leaning against the steering wheel and giving me more access to what I want. Another finger enters her and she pushes down harder, moving her hips where she wants me.
“Please make me come, Ben.”
That’s exactly the right answer. “You’re sexy as hell. Ride my fingers. Let me feel your wet pussy all over my hand.”
She scrambles with my zipper releasing my coc
k and rubbing her palm down the shaft.
Fuck.
“You’re so big.” She lifts up on her knees rocking back and forth on my fingers letting the bottom of my palm rub her clit. Her movements become frantic, her hand pumps my shaft not able to get fully around it. Her thumb swipes over the tip of my dick and I’m lost.
My skin blazes with heat, and there’s a wildfire rampant through my veins.
“You’re going to make me come, Clara.”
“Good.”
I pump my fingers in and out of her trying to pay attention to what I’m doing while she makes me insane with her talented hand.
“I need you to come,” I say, gritting my teeth. “I need you to come all over my fingers.”
She moans out how close she is. A few moments more, and her pussy clenches my fingers as her clit pulses against my palm. Her hand clamps around my cock as her strokes become jerky. Clara moves off my fingers, leaning over, and takes my dick in between her lips.
Oh fuck.
Her mouth moves up and down, over my hardness and I’m barely holding on.
My hand grabs the back of her neck, sweeping through her long black tresses, holding her there.
“I’m about to come,” I tell her, so she can decide if she wants to swallow or not.
She keeps going, sucking my cock like a, I hate to say it, but like a damn Hoover. My heartbeat kicks up, adrenaline racing through my system as I close my eyes, seeing stars behind my lids.
Damn, she’s fucking good at this.
My vision blurs when I open my eyes. My body’s close. Ah, fuck.
“Clara, I’m coming,” I tell her as I come deep down her throat. “You like that, huh?”
Her mouth pops off me and she wipes her lips with the back of her hand. “That was amazing.”
“I know it isn’t the best thing to say but you just blew my mind. You’re going to have to give me a second to recover.”
“You’re kind of cute when you’re vulnerable.” She kisses the tip of my nose.
I grab her by the back of the neck, tugging her closer, and kiss her. And even though I’m going to be late for work, I can’t stop kissing her.
My phone rings and we separate, glaring at my phone.
“Fuck it.” I pull her toward me, not giving a fuck about what I’m missing.
My phone rings again and I finally grab it. “What?”
“We were just wondering if you got lost?” I can hear Axel’s smirk over the phone.
“I’ll be there in five.”
“See you soon, big brother.” He laughs as he hangs up, most likely knowing exactly why I’m late.
And I don’t care. Because every part of me wants to stay in this Rover and continue exploring her body. She’s definitely coming home with me tonight.
Fuck keeping things about business.
Chapter 15
Clara
“And now for what you all came for,” the DJ announces as the lights change. The crowd stands up in what looks like a bad rendition of a wave, but instead of the audience standing up and sitting back down they stay standing and each of them attempts to out scream the other.
I put up a big fight, keeping the wince off my face. But even I can’t win as women clamor over each other to declare their love for the man I just sucked off in his car after his fingers gave me a universe-changing orgasm. I rub my thighs together. The tingle’s just a reminder of what we did.
The deep thump of the Trifecta’s music blasts through the air. The heat must have been turned up because a trickle of sweat makes its way down my spine. Goosebumps rise over my arms. I huff out annoyed at my reaction. I fan my face and a woman next to me winks as if she knows what’s going on in my life.
“I think the AC is broken,” I say, fanning my face harder.
The lady next to me laughs and shakes her head. “Is this the first time you’ve seen the Trifecta?”
“No, I actually saw them a couple of times. In fact, one of them gave me a personal lap dance last week.” Ben steps out on stage and the roar of women makes it impossible to talk so I point, indicating it was Ben.
Instead of feeling like I won, the stare she gives me looks like pity instead of envy. I bristle and push back in my chair, crossing my arms over my chest. More sweat runs down my back, and if I could tear my gaze from Ben, I would find someone to fix the thermostat which is obviously broken.
Ben glistens under the excruciatingly hot lights. He must have some type of desert-rat blood in him because the hotter the building becomes the more Ben thrives. The whole place is in chaos and as the Trifecta’s hips swivel and thrust around on stage, the chaos edges with a hint of insanity.
After the Trifecta leaves the stage the roar still has my ears ringing. Just like every other woman, I watch the door where we all know the Trifecta will be exiting to mingle with the crowd.
“You should give it up.” The woman next to me doesn’t move her attention from the still closed door.
My head whips to her and I want to gouge her eyes out. “I’m sorry.”
“You should be. Listen, you’re not the first and you won’t be the last girl who gets hung up on Ben or any of the other Trifectas. They’re a single use item. Just think of yourself as lucky for getting to play with one before you have to turn it over to the next lucky girl.”
Yuck. Is this lady for real? I want to explain to her everything, but I doubt she’d believe me. I try anyway. “It isn’t like that.”
“That’s what they all say.”
Before I can rip her a new one for being a snotty bitch, the man we’re talking about struts through the door. Fake boobs and nails are pushed toward Ben. I have to wonder if he’s going to asphyxiate on nipples. Pink, blue, red, and other acrylics lash out, touching wherever they can get to.
Ben’s smile flashes and I can hear panties getting wet just at the glance of his pearly-white teeth. My first experience with red-hot jealousy makes me all prickly and dirty. My brain burns from seeing the amount of silicone around Ben. I swear it has to be borderline toxic.
The other two brothers exit the door, distributing the attention of the silicone amongst the three of them. A not so sneaky snort leaves the woman next to me.
“See what I mean? With so many available options, why would they want to do redos?”
“Because maybe they aren’t as shallow as you think they are. And maybe they’re more than just muscle-covered flesh.”
“Aren’t you cute?” She gets up from her seat, sauntering over to the triplets, putting her over done nails into the pawing crowd over the brothers.
The alcohol Ben handed me before he left to go backstage burns as I toss it down. There’s a nasty feeling swimming around deep inside me. It’s not dulled by the drink. I try to find a waiter to order another one.
“Are you looking for Ben?” Axel asks, catching me as I search the crowd.
“No, I was hoping to see a waiter.” I wiggle the empty glass showing him my predicament.
“I can get you another one.” Axel moves, but I grab his hand and stop him from leaving me.
I stand up next to him so I can talk without yelling over the rowdy crowd as the next performer dances on stage. “How can you handle all of this?” I sweep my hand around at the women still drooling over him, even as we speak.
“I hate it.” The emotion in his voice surprises me.
I step closer so we can speak without anyone hearing. “Then why do you do it?”
“Because it’s a means to an end. The three of us work hard to get where we need to be. Those women don’t listen to us. They don’t care about our thoughts. All they want is our bodies. Now we’re going to have this place remodeled, and it’s going to be ours. We don’t have to strip anymore. And we can help the other entertainers get on their feet too.”
Damien comes over and hands me another drink. “Ben asked me to deliver this to you, because he’ll be awhile.”
My skin puckers as I watch Ben dance over two women who
pour drinks over his bare chest. I jerk my head back to Damien, not wanting to see anymore. “What about you? Do you hate being pawed at and seen as an object as much as your brother?”
Damien’s eyes squint, and I can tell he’s rummaging through his thoughts to decide how he should answer. He cracks his neck and his actions are so much like Ben’s my heart sputters. “I don’t mind it as much as Axel. It has its perks.”
I frown and he makes eye contact with Axel, and they have one of their silent triplet conversations.
“I will say I enjoyed the perks more than Axel, but it got old quick. My mind is more on opening this club to our standards than getting a woman in bed. And this club is why I wanted you to come over here tonight. I want you to meet Willie, maybe get some insider information we wouldn’t think to ask. Come on let me introduce you to Willie.”
“What about Ben?” I say, taking a generous drink from my full glass.
Axel and Damien’s jaws clench tight and I know I struck a nerve. I kind of wish I didn’t ask about Ben, but I need to know the answer.
“Well.” Axel clears his throat and Damien nudges him with his shoulder. “Ben has always been more outgoing than the three of us.”
I take another drink, rolling my eyes at the cop-out Axel is attempting. I cock an eyebrow as I continue to sip my drink.
“Ben is the most outgoing of us,” Damien says and Axel turns around and walks off, charming a group of elderly ladies.
“This must be something really bad if Axel’s willingly leaving to give someone a lap dance.”
Damien rubs the back of his neck and leads me to the seat I’d abandoned. Damien gyrates his hips over my lap and I push at him.
“What are you doing?”
Damien leans over and whispers in my ear. “I can’t be seen standing around talking to you. I need to at least pretend I’m working.”
“Oh,” I whisper as Damien takes my hand and puts it on his shoulder.
“Ben has always been the most outgoing of us.”
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