by Falon Stone
She turns her face, letting the shower spray wash away the remnants of Chaz, before dragging her hand down her face. “I want your cock in my ass, Garrett,” she says.
I want it there too. Her pussy is amazing, but there’s nothing like her ass. Fuck, there’s nothing like any woman’s ass. It’s the forbidden and taboo that make me tick.
She reaches around and pulls my cock from her pussy, guiding it to her ass which is still filled with my thumb. I pull out, ready to slam into her ass, but I let her do the honors. I’m not above allowing her the ability to control the pace when it comes to anal.
She rubs the tip, still drenched with her pussy juices, against her hole a few times before pressing it harder against her asshole.
She seals her eyes shut, biting down on her lip as she whimpers. The first few inches are the worst for her, but the best for me. She moves her ass backward, pushing my cock inside of her slowly as I steady my shaft in my hand so it goes in easier.
“Fuck,” she moans and exhales.
Chaz slides underneath her to suck on her tits to help her relax. Her head falls forward, and her ass relaxes against my shaft, allowing me to slide in easier and deeper. I grab her hips and slowly pump into her, letting her adjust and trying not to blow my load too soon. Her ass is so tight, I can barely stop myself from coming within seconds like a teenager.
“Fingers, Chaz. Put your fingers in me. Fill me, baby.” Chaz must do it because she yells out, “Fuck, I’m coming. Oh God, I’m coming.” Her body starts shaking and her ass clenches against my cock, but I don’t stop. I pound into her. I slam my cock as deep as I can go as she grunts through the orgasm that has her face contorted with so much pleasure she can’t even breathe.
I follow, unable to stave off the orgasm that’s been brewing under the surface since I stuck my dick in her ass. I spiral through the pleasure with shaky knees and try not to pass out.
2
I arrive at the office the next morning a little later than usual. I spent most of the night at Kali’s house, drinking and fucking until well after midnight.
“Well, look who the cat dragged in. You look like shit. Rough night?” Darby grins.
“Yeah, I stopped at Chaz’s to give him a hand.” I fill the biggest mug I can find with enough coffee to wake myself up and get my head in the game for today. It’s going to be a long-ass day since I have an appointment with Barbie at six this evening.
“I’m sure you did.” She giggles, not even bothering to cover her face. She knows all about Chaz and Kali. I don’t ask how she knows, maybe Kali likes to dabble with women too. Wouldn’t shock me in the slightest.
Hunter walks in the office as I reach for the bottle of aspirin I keep on my desk for mornings like these. “I’m going to need you tonight. I have an estimate that I could use your opinion on. I think it is going to be a pretty big job for us.”
“Sure. It shouldn’t be a problem. What time?” He shuffles some papers on his desk, not even bothering to look at me.
“Six.”
“Cool, I can do that. I’ll just let Cybill know I’ll be home a little later than usual.”
“Hey, how are the new hires working out?” I pop two pills in my mouth before swallowing them down with the lukewarm coffee that’s almost undrinkable. But right now, I’m not going to be picky. I need caffeine more than I care that the coffee is more like sludge because it’s old.
“Really great. Chip is already a huge asset. Darby found him on Grindr. Looks like we have a whole new cash pipeline with the LGBT community. He’s booking up quicker than any of us had ever imagined.” Hunter smiles at Darby. “She knocked this one out of the park, man.”
“Excellent work, Darby.” I was skeptical at first, but they sold me like they always do.
“It’s been really nice having Hunter assume the advertising. His ads appear to be working well. Most of our guys are booked out three weeks. That’s never happened.”
“Sweet, but I’ll need a few guys with me if we land this job at the strip club. Don’t book anything else for those guys until I know if we are going to get this job or not.”
Hunter looks in my direction and pushes aside his paperwork. “Strip club?”
“Yeah. Don’t you worry. Though, now that you’re engaged to Cybill, you don’t need to be anywhere around for this job. I just need you to meet me at the location at six for the estimate. I don’t want to fuck it up. But then you’re out. I don’t need Cybill coming down on me for getting you into a job like that.”
There’s also the fact that I like Cybill, and I’ve never seen my friend as happy as he is with her by his side. I would never do anything to jeopardize their relationship.
“It would be smart of me if I wasn’t around this one, but I’ll help you with the estimate. Then I am tapping out.”
“It’s going to be an interesting place. She’s planning on having one side male strippers, and the other will have female strippers dancing at the same time.”
“Huh. Wait, what? Maybe I need to come help on this job,” Darby says, before finally answering the phone that’s on its fourth ring. “Eye Candy Handymen, we’re here to get dirty so you don’t have to. How may I help you?”
“Do you think we should have a man answer the phone?” Hunter asks, rubbing his chin as he stares at Darby.
“Nah,” I tell him because there are enough men around the office, and it’s nice to have something softer to look at at the end of the day. “We haven’t had a problem, and I think the ladies like calling and hearing a woman’s voice. Less intimidating.”
My phone starts to dance across my desk. I glance down, expecting it to be Chaz or one of the crew, but it’s not. It’s Barbie.
Barbie: Hey Garrett, this is Barbie. Are we still on for tonight?
Like I’d miss this estimate? There is nothing or no one that would keep me away from getting to see the woman behind the sexy phone voice.
Me: Yes, is six still good for you?
Barbie: Perfect. Maybe you can show me some of the town afterward.
There’s nothing I want more than to hang out with this woman. Even though I’ve never laid eyes on her, I know she has to be spectacular.
Me: Absolutely. What did you have in mind?
Barbie: I want to see some of the competition. I prefer not to go by myself.
Me: You want to see other strip clubs?
I say a little prayer, waiting for her response. I’m a connoisseur of strip clubs. Working in this business and being single has made me a regular at a few. We’ve even had our office holiday parties at a nudie bar.
Barbie: Yes.
Me: Hell yeah, I’m down for that.
Barbie: Good, be prepared. It could be a long night.
If I’m lucky, and if Barbie’s as hot as she sounds, I hope it’ll be a very long night. I want to walk into work tomorrow more sore and worn out than I am today. Shit. I shouldn’t think about sleeping with a potential client, especially someone I’ve never met. But knowing that she owns strip clubs tells me she’s not a nun and probably likes to live life on the wild side…just like me.
Me: I can hang with the best of them.
Barbie: See you tonight. :)
“What are you smiling about over there?” Hunter asks, studying my face as he rubs the scruff on his chin.
“It’s Barbie.” I smile wider. Just saying her name makes my insides giddy.
“Strip club girl?”
“Yep.”
“You already got it bad,” Hunter tells me and shakes his head with a small laugh. “If she’s hot, you’re in trouble.”
“I’m not falling in love. We’ve spoken on the phone once, Hunter. You know me, I don’t settle down.”
“Until you do.” He laughs louder.
“Fuck off,” I tell him before grabbing my bag and heading out to my first job of the day. I’m already counting the minutes till six.
If he thinks a hot piece of ass is all it’s going to take for me to fall in love, he
’s sorely mistaken. I’ve been resistant to the charms of some really fucking beautiful women in my life. No one has ever gotten to me. But then again, I’ve never looked forward to meeting a woman I’ve only spoken to on the phone like I do Barbie.
3
I get to the job site fifteen minutes early. I tried to slow down and not get here too early, showering and grabbing a quick bite to eat so I wouldn’t seem too enthusiastic. When I pull up, I park across the street and see a woman standing toward the back of the building, pacing and talking on her cell phone. She’s wearing a yellow sundress with a low V-neck, showing off a hell of a lot of cleavage. The dress falls halfway down her thighs, and her muscles flex with each step in her black high-heeled shoes.
“Whoa,” Hunter mutters when he walks up to my truck, catching a glimpse of the woman in the distance. “Is that Barbie?”
I shrug. I haven’t been able to take my eyes off the sexy woman pacing only feet away from me since the moment I pulled up. “I’m not really sure, I haven’t met her yet. But damn, she’s fine.”
He leans against my truck, crossing his arms in front of him and gawks at her too. “If it is, you’re in trouble, kid.”
I scrub my hand down the side of my face, and she catches sight of us, waving in our direction. Her curves are perfection, and the tits that are almost hanging out of the sundress shake as she waves.
Lord have mercy.
Her jet-black hair swishes across her back, peeking out near her sides as she moves.
“I’m fucked.” I head in her direction as she comes toward us. Her tits bounce with each step, but she walks with grace.
“Hi, I’m Barbie.” She gives us both a smile and extends her hand to me first. “Sorry about that. I had to take that business call. You must be Garrett?” Her gray eyes travel up my body, slowly drinking me in as I do the same to her. She’s a few inches taller than me in heels, standing around six feet tall. But my frame is wider and bulky, where she’s soft and supple.
I sneak a peek at her hands as I shake hers lightly. My cock stiffens at the sight of her fire-engine red fingernail polish, and her hands are beautifully manicured. “Yes. It’s a pleasure to meet you. This is my partner, Hunter. I brought him along for an extra set of eyes so we get this estimate right.”
She pulls her hand from mine and offers it to Hunter, but she keeps her eyes fixed on mine. “Nice to meet you, Hunter.”
“Nice to meet you as well. So you’re looking to turn this place into a strip club?” he asks.
“Yes. Let me show you the space,” she says. “Follow me.”
We follow closely behind, not too close so we can’t see her hips sway as she walks, but close enough to smell her perfume.
“I envision a room off to the right for female dancers, a room off to the left for male dancers, and kind of like a bar or lounge in the middle where everyone can mingle, dance, and have some drinks.” She walks with confidence, head held high, shoulders back, and banging her ass from side to side.
“I love the concept. You mentioned on the phone you have a club like this in LA? Did you happen to bring some pictures?”
“I have some. Come with me. They’re in the office.”
Hunter walks behind me, giving me the best view of her body as she walks. I’m already smitten, and I haven’t even spent five minutes with her. She makes my body feel like there’s a live electrical current running through my system. Yep, I’m fucked.
She grabs a folder from atop a filing cabinet, laying it down on her desk. “I have a few, and you can take them if you’d like to study them. I also have a website you can view that has several pictures.” She leans over the desk, spreading out the photos for us to see—and giving me an even better view of her cleavage.
My eyes should be on the photos, but they’re drawn to the cleavage of her sundress. The low-cut neckline reveals so much that when she leans forward, I fully expect to see a nipple peeking out. My cock starts to harden and I shift in my seat, turning my head toward Hunter, but I keep my eyes on her chest.
“What do you think, Hunter?” I ask, sliding the pictures across the desk to him.
“Yeah, it’s doable. Definitely doable. You have enough space here that we can section it off into three rooms.” He leans forward and picks up a few of the pictures to study them. “I’ll check out the website as well. Are there photos of the exterior on there?”
“Pretty sure there are. If not, I can have a few emailed to you.”
“Perfect.”
I can’t take my eyes off her as they talk. It’s like her beauty has stolen my words and my ability to speak.
“How long do you think it will take?” she asks.
“Around a month. Depends on how hard Garrett works. He tends to get sidetracked a lot with his jobs.”
“Whatever Mr. Fall-in-Love-while-Working,” I shoot back at him under my breath.
“I need this done ASAP. You gentlemen will work out the details and get back to me soon?”
“Yeah. We’ll discuss the details and should have a plan for you tomorrow,” Hunter replies.
“Great. Now it’s time for some research and play. Will you be joining us tonight, Hunter?”
I perk up at the mention of play. I want to play with Barbie. I want to do all kinds of dirty things to her. I’m hoping I walk into the office looking worse than I did this morning after spending a night with Barbie.
“Sorry, I can’t. I have some things I need to take care of at home tonight.”
“You’re going to miss a good time. Shall we, Garrett?” she asks with a devilish grin.
I hope she hasn’t noticed me staring at her. I’ve never been the type to stare, but there’s something about Barbie that draws me in. I text Chaz and Kali on the way to the strip club, letting them know we’ll be there in fifteen minutes. Barbie insists that she drive and that I come with her. I don’t argue the point because right now isn’t the time for my macho bullshit. Plus, I just want to be near her.
“So, Garrett, how long have you lived in the area?”
“All my life.”
“It’s so different from California.”
“I can imagine.”
The only things I know about California are things I’ve seen on television or in the movies. It looks uptight compared to Florida and much more expensive.
“Ever been?”
“No.”
“Maybe we need to do a weekend trip so you can see my club out there in person.” She glances at me with a smile, and I feel like I’ve been punched in the gut.
I’ve never felt this way around anyone. I feel like I’m drunk on lust, and I’m not sure I like it. “That would be great,” I tell her as we pull into the strip club that’s her closest competition.
After we go inside, we find a dark corner with a booth toward the back of the club. The music is bumping, and customers are scattered throughout. A girl’s on the stage, working the pole in front of a moderate-sized crowd but nothing near what I’d expect at this hour.
“Can I get you two something to drink?” the cocktail waitress asks, dressed in shorts that hardly cover her ass and a lace bra that’s a size too small, causing her breasts to almost spill out.
“Give us two vodka gimlets, please.” Barbie scoots closer so our legs are touching before the waitress walks away.
“I have a few friends coming. I hope you don’t mind.”
“The more, the merrier.” She waves over a blond stripper who’s just a few tables away, finishing a lap dance. “Let’s try this one first. She seems to know how to work it.”
The blonde comes over and introduces herself as Sunny, and they chat for a few moments before she asks Barbie, “Interested in a lap dance?”
“I’d love one,” Barbie says, sliding her hand against Sunny’s palm and glancing at me with a smile.
Fuck. My heart might explode if I watch Sunny, who’s over six feet tall and all legs, rubbing on Barbie.
Barbie sits down in the chair Sunny indic
ates and faces me before whispering something in Sunny’s ear. They both turn and glance at me with smiles that say trouble. Sunny stays facing my direction, starting to move from side to side, swaying with the music. She bends over slightly, putting her ass in Barbie’s face. Sunny fondles her breasts, which are covered in pasties, and licks her lips while she stares at me. Normally, I’d be all over Sunny in a hot minute, but she’s not the one I’m really looking at. That’s Barbie.
Barbie grabs Sunny’s ass cheeks with both hands, and my cock that has been in a perpetually semihard state since I laid eyes on Barbie comes roaring to life.
This is either going to be one hell of a night or the biggest cock tease I’ve ever experienced.
Sunny turns away from me and loops her thumbs in her G-string before bending down and sliding it off. Barbie’s into it, but her eyes are locked on mine. Sunny nudges Barbie’s legs open, and I get the first peek at the promised land. To my surprise, which really shouldn’t have been shocking, Barbie isn’t wearing any panties, and I catch a glimpse of her newly waxed pussy.
“Hey, there. We made it,” Kali says, breaking my trance as I stare at Barbie.
I glance up and smile at them as they take a seat. “Hey, glad you guys came.”
The cocktail waitress arrives with the drinks, and Kali and Chaz place their orders as I go back to staring at the beautiful Barbie as Sunny grinds on her. As soon as the song ends, Sunny gives her a kiss on the cheek, and Barbie makes her way back to the table.
“Barbie, this is Kali and Chaz. Chaz works for me, and they’re both great friends.”
“Nice to meet you,” Kali says to Barbie, but she slides in next to me.
“You also,” Barbie says, watching Kali closely as she squeezes my upper thigh.
Kali’s hand touches my fully erect cock. “My, my. Looks like someone is excited to see me,” she whispers in my ear.