SEAL's Virgin: A Bad Boy Military Romance

by Juliana Conners

  I take that as a hint, and I slide my panties over to the side.

  I look back, and can almost see him salivating. I know he wants me so bad.

  “You’re such a naughty girl,” he says.

  I remember their instructions to do something fantastic to impress them. So I slide one of my fingers inside me. My plan is to take it out and offer it to Dante to lick the juices off of, since he’d correctly noted how dripping wet I am.

  I can’t believe my own brazenness, but I’m really into this undercover role. And I’m really into these two brothers.

  Sure, it’s just a fantasy— it’s not like I can actually have sex with them. Him. I definitely can’t have sex with both of them. I’m just teasing Dante. Letting out the dirty, naughty part of me that I usually have to keep hidden.

  But just as I’m about to take my finger back out, Dante stands up brashly— not in the excited way that Marino had been standing up behind me just a few minutes ago— and says, “Woah, woah, woah.”

  Meanwhile Marino is saying, “What the fuck?” and some of the dancers are snickering while others as gasping.

  The customers around the stage are hooting and hollering, saying, “Let her go, guys. Come on. Don’t ruin our fun.”

  Oh shit.

  I freeze, the hair on the back of my neck standing up.

  I’ve obviously made some sort of faux paus. I’m going to be found out for the fraud that I am.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” Marino asks.

  “I’m sorry,” I say. “I thought…”

  I’d started to say “I thought you wanted me to do this.”

  But I realize that might give me away— if I’m not already given away.

  So I just say “…that I’d really go all out, since this is a private party and all.”

  “You can’t do that here,” Dante says. “I don’t know what kind of place you came from, but this isn’t that kind of place. We don’t do that kind of thing here.”

  “I’m… sorry,” I say. “Back at my old club…”

  “Come to the VIP lounge,” Marino says, standing up decisively.

  So that’s where they do this kind of thing, I think. Ding ding ding. I’m learning so much already. I already have this undercover investigation in the bag.

  “Marino…” Dante says, glaring at him.

  Marino shrugs.

  “We have to finish this audition one way or another,” he says. “And it’s obvious she wants to show off her private dance skills.”

  Dante sighs, looking at his chair and then back to Marino, as if saying, “Well if you’re going, I’m going.”

  “Follow me, Desire. Nadia, you’re up next,” he says. “Do your thing while we do ours.”

  Yes, we're going to do our thing and I can't wait. I'm going to gather evidence on these guys that will bring them down. And I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy every moment of whatever it takes to gather that evidence.

  Chapter 9 – Dante

  Once we’ve got Jessica in the VIP room, it’s time to explain the rules of The Fun House to her. But not before we have our own fun with her, of course.

  “Come here, Darling,” I say, patting my lap. “Have a seat.”

  She does so, looking a little nervous at first. Then she clears her throat.

  “I’m sorry if I did anything wrong on stage,” she says.

  “It’s okay, Doll, we appreciate your initiative.”

  I cusp my hands around her ass cheeks.

  “It’s just that you can’t touch yourself on stage.”

  “I see.”

  “The rules are strict here due to old fuddy-duddy lawmakers,” I explain. “And you’ve broken them. So I’m going to need you to bend over.”

  She does so, and I spank her once, twice on her white, exposed ass cheeks.

  She lets out a “hrmph” that is satisfying to me. I’ve been wanting to do that since I heard the little “owww” noise she made when she got spanked on stage.

  “You’ve been a very very bad girl,” I tell her. “Hasn’t she, Marino?”

  “She has.”

  “Come over here and show her how bad she’s been. She deserves to be punished.”

  Marino approaches a bit hesitantly, which surprises me. I have no idea why he wouldn’t be more into this. Desire’s obviously ready to show us everything she’s got in order to get this job. She’s the hottest girl in the club that we’ve had since…

  Samantha.

  Except she’s even hotter.

  As Marino raises his hand and spanks her, I realize what the problem is. It’s not that my little brother doesn’t like this hot little number who walked into our club as my unsuspecting birthday present. It’s that he likes her a little too much.

  “You’re bad,” he says, spanking her harder. “Bad. Bad. Bad.”

  Whap. Whap. Whap. The spankings come hard and fast. Desire flinches but doesn’t say anything. She just lets out a moan.

  She’s very good. She knows her place. Other, brattier strippers would tell us where to go by now. They’d say there are other clubs in town and they don’t need to be harassed by assholes. But then they’d come back after realizing how much money they make here compared to elsewhere.

  I have a feeling that Desire is as smart as she is beautiful. Either she’s been around and knows she can make a lot here if she’s willing to put up with a lot, or she’s heard rumors. Or maybe she just has good intuition.

  Or maybe, I think, as she moves her ass closer to my hard cock, she just enjoys what we’re doing to her.

  Whatever it is, my mind has been made up about her working here since the moment she walked through the door. Clearly Marino’s mind was made up too or he never would have let her in when he wasn’t supposed to. Everything else we’re doing right now is just for show. And I am definitely planning to enjoy the fucking show.

  “You can continue your audition back here,” I tell her. “I want you to dance for both of us.”

  “That’s all right,” Marino interrupts. “You’re the birthday boy.”

  “Oh believe me,” I tell him. “I think Desire is more than willing to entertain both of us.”

  He puts some music on and she begins grinding in my lap to the beat.

  She stands up and turns around, rubbing her tits in my face. I pat the chair next to me and Marino sits down reluctantly.

  “What’s wrong with your brother?” she asks, nodding her head in his direction.

  “He’s a little shy,” I tell her, with a grin. “You’ve gotta draw him out of his shell.”

  She puts one leg on my lap and another on Marino’s lap. She expertly perches above us, rubbing her tits in both of our faces. She rides my lap, my hard cock poking out of my pants, and then skootches some of her weight onto Marino’s lap and does the same.

  Finally she moves entirely over to Marino’s lap and says, “It’s his turn. I haven’t been paying enough attention to him.”

  She sits in his lap and rides him while looking at me.

  “Is this a good audition, Bosses?”

  She winks at me and licks her lips.

  “It’s perfect,” I tell her.

  I look at Marino but he doesn’t say a word.

  I know he’s enjoying it just a little too much for his own good. But as his older brother, it’s my job to teach him lessons. And today’s lesson is that he needs to just fucking relax and enjoy life, instead of worrying about everyone and everything except for his own damn self.

  Chapter 10 – Marino

  Desire’s probably the hottest fucking girl I’ve ever had sit in my lap. And I’ve had a lot of fucking girls sit there.

  She rides me for what feels like an eternity. I can barely contain my raging hard cock. All I want to do is push it inside her.

  But she’s a club girl. We said no club girls.

  I’ve never been one to obey rules. That one can be thrown right out the window for all I fucking care. But it’s Dante’s birthday. And I
don’t want a repeat of Samantha.

  So I behave myself and watch Desire’s nearly naked body wiggle and squirm in my lap until I just can’t take it anymore. I have to do something to stop her from grinding on me or I’ll blow my load all over my pants and that’ll be fucking embarrassing.

  “You were doing something for us up there on stage,” I tell her. “Why don’t you finish doing that?”

  “Good idea,” Dante nods.

  Desire hops off my lap and stands up in front of me. Then she bends over and spreads her perfect ass cheeks for me. She moves her thong to the side so I can see her perfect pussy right in front of my face.

  I can see the juices just inside of her pussy lips. It turns me on even more to know how wet she is just from dancing for me. These girls are professionals; they dance all night, every night. Nothing seems to get them off any more.

  But Desire’s different. She’s wet for me. Well, probably for Dante too. Maybe for both of us together. If I had to guess, I’d have to say she gets off on the idea of having two brothers with big cocks take turns fucking her.

  And that’s something we would have been able to take care of for her. If it weren’t for the rules we had come up with.

  Keeping her pussy spread with one hand, she inserts a perfectly manicured fingernail into her pussy hole. In and out she thrusts it, until all I want to do is help her out.

  But Dante does that for me. I seem to be frozen in place as he grabs her ass and pulls her back towards him.

  “Let me do something about that dripping wet pussy of yours, Darling,” he says, as he begins rubbing her clit right in front of my face. “My little brother seems to be too enthralled by the sight of it to know what to do with it.”

  She moans, a mixture of surprise and need. And then she looks at me, raising an eyebrow.

  “Come on, Marino,” Dante orders. “You can share my birthday present.”

  I know I shouldn’t, but I do. I reach into her pussy and touch it, two of my fingers plunging deep into her hole as Dante works her clit.

  We pull her back onto our laps and each of us takes a nipple in our mouths.

  “That feels amazing,” Desire gasps, her eyelids fluttering as I finger fuck her and Dante rubs her clit like there’s no tomorrow. Meanwhile I’m sucking on one of her nipples while Dante makes slow circles with his tongue around her other one.

  She seems genuinely surprised, as if she’s never done anything like this before. And maybe she hasn’t. Because it’s not every day a girl gets to enjoy two Rossi brothers at once.

  I pull her down on my lap and take both of her nipples in between my fingers. All I want is to make her feel so good that she’ll want nothing but to work here every day. See me every day and let me do what I want to her every day.

  I’m already breaking rules but so is Dante. I look over to see her spreading her legs in his lap as he continues to knead her clit.

  “Yes,” she moans, moving her hips up so that he can get a better grasp on her.

  “Fuck yeah,” he says, unzipping his pants and sliding his cock out. “I’m so glad you walked into my club on my birthday…”

  “Dante,” I say, abruptly stopping.

  He glares at me, obviously annoyed. I understand, but I can’t fucking let this happen.

  “What?” he snaps at me.

  Desire turns and looks at me too, the look of pleasure on her face washed over by one of confusion.

  “There are rules,” I tell him.

  He looks at me as if I’m a snitch on the playground.

  I clear my throat.

  “For the club, I mean.”

  “Oh yeah, those rules,” he says, zipping himself back up.

  Desire removes her legs from his lap and sits up. I hate to see her go but it’s better than the alternative: watching my brother fuck the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. Or, worse, fucking her with him and risking heartache and disappointment all over again.

  I’m done with all of that. I learned my lesson from Samantha and I’m not going there again. It may be Dante’s birthday but I’m not letting him take a gift that will rip out a piece of my fucking heart.

  Desire stands up and begins getting dressed while Dante stares me down.

  “Did I get the job?” she finally asks.

  “Yes,” Dante tells her, waving her out of the room. “Come back on Friday night. You’ll make a lot more money then.”

  She nods and leaves, and once she’s gone, Dante adds, “And so will we.”

  He just stares at me then.

  “I would ask you what that was about but I guess I already know.”

  “Dante, we don’t know who she is, where she came from. We’re under investigation…” I begin.

  “Since when has that stopped you?” he asks. “You’re still letting Samantha get to your head, aren’t you?”

  I shrug, wishing it weren’t true.

  “It’s why we made rules,” I tell him. “You can do what you want with the girls but not…”

  “But not her, right?” Dante says. “You want her all to yourself?”

  “I just don’t want…”

  “You want her all to yourself or not at all, right?” Dante insists.

  I nod.

  “Or I just don’t want to know about it,” I tell him. “I know it’s your birthday. You can go get her. But I just don’t want to be any part of it.”

  “That’s fine,” he says, holding his hands up. “You should have told me that in the first fucking place. There are plenty of girls who will give me a birthday gift. Although that one sure was hot though.”

  We exit the VIP area and I stare at her as she walks out the front door. The only problem is that Dante is staring at her the same way. I know he’s thinking the same thing that I am. She’s perfect, and I want her no matter the cost.

  Chapter 11 – Jessica

  “Senator Mason, what have you found out during your investigation of the Rossi brothers?” Senator Santara asks me during our next committee meeting.

  “Nothing yet,” I tell him. “I’ve only been there once.”

  “And how your stripping skills?” another senator asks me, as everyone erupts in giggles.

  “I’m glad you find my work so entertaining,” I tell them. “You tell me that this is an important investigation and that these brothers are big targets for us to take down. Then you laugh at me because of the type of work you’re asking me to perform.”

  Everyone looks at me as if I just called them all monsters. But I’m really getting sick of how they’re treating me. There are rumblings and more laughter— this time nervous in nature— around the table.

  “Order, Order,” Senator Sentara says. “Senator Mason, I understand that these things take time. I was just asking if you found anything at all that is helpful. Any kind of evidence we can use to put in our report against the Rossi brothers so far.”

  I stare at the ceiling and think about his question. Have I found any evidence against the Rossi brothers?

  I can’t help but get distracted thinking about how it felt for Marino to play with my nipples while Dante fingered me. I’ve never done anything like that in my life and I never thought that I would. I certainly didn’t think I would enjoy it.

  I was confused when Marino called it all off. Is he onto me? But they said I had gotten the job. They told me to come back.

  Maybe he was just being really careful because he knows that they’re being watched. For all the talk about Dante and the business empire he’s built for the Rossi brothers, I’m starting to think that it’s Marino who has the smarts. And I really can’t decide which one of them I like better.

  I feel a hand pressing against mine under the table and I look down to see Maddie Hernandez, another member of the committee, handing me a note.

  I think what you’re doing is really cool, it says. I bet it must be great to be up close and personal with those Rossi brothers.

  I look over at her and she’s smirking at me slightly. I’m
not sure if I should feel supported or threatened. There is no woman alive who wouldn’t want to be touched by the Rossi brothers the way that I was. But even though it’s supposed to be part of my job, I have a feeling this is going to be held against me.

  My phone vibrates and I look down to see a text from my mom.

  Just checking in to see how work is going, it says.

  I do my best not to jump in my seat. Does my mom know what I’ve been up to? I haven’t told anyone and it’s supposed to be an undercover operation. I’m finding it hard to reconcile the secret life I’m living for work and in The Fun House with the regular Jessica Mason that I’m used to presenting to the world.

  Which one am I? The girl who wants to be fucked by two brothers at the same time? Or the girl who wants to keep progressing my political career?

  I stare back up at the ceiling. Why can’t I be both?

  I realize that Sen. Santara is waiting for me to answer his question. I suppose what the Rossi brothers did with me in the VIP room constitutes some sort of evidence I can use against them. Sure, it wasn’t prostitution. They haven’t even paid me to dance for them.

  In fact, the way that it’s all arranged works very sweetly for the Rossi brothers. The girls pay The Fun House for the privilege of dancing on the stage and collecting tips. The Rossi brothers don’t have to pay them anything.

  The Rossi brothers even mandate that in addition to the two drink minimum that all customers must fulfill, each dancer must also have customers buy her at least two drinks per shift. Otherwise, it comes out of her earnings.

  The Fun House also takes some money off the top for each private dance and VIP session. So just like at the casino, the house always wins.

  I suppose the Rossi brothers could be accused of prostitution for taking money off the top of VIP sessions that lead to sex. But I have no evidence of this occurring. And it’s not a crime for them to have made out with me in the VIP room without paying for it.

  They didn’t even make it a condition of hiring me. Obviously I was quite into it and it wasn’t just for the undercover assignment.