“Okay, well once you get the roster drawn up, just let me know.”
“Will do,” he nods. “Now, tomorrow night we have a Buck’s party coming in at nine-thirty. They’ve requested the deluxe package and we’re expecting ten of them. Vivica and Bess will be joining you, but you’ll be in charge in the suite.”
“Okay, that sounds fine.” The deluxe package is our most popular Buck’s party package. The men are treated to forty-five minutes in a private suite with drinks included. Pretty much anything goes, besides the main rule of no fucking. I remember about a year ago we had a bunch of rowdy men come in and one of the girls ended up giving him a blow job for an extra hundred dollars!
Basically, what happens in the suite, stays in the suite.
“Good. If you could come in at four tomorrow afternoon, you can go through a play list with Sparkles. Find out what the girls want to dance to as well. I didn’t have time to catch them before they left so maybe shoot them a text if you want to get a head start on it. Make sure Sparkles knows about any props you need when you come in so he can have them waiting backstage.”
“No problem.” I flash him a smile as I leave. I just want to get home, take a shower and curl up in my bed, and maybe have an orgasm or two before I fall asleep.
Chapter Three
“There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.”
― Jane Austen,
Ethan
I can’t get the image of her out of my mind.
Anna.
A simple name for such a beautiful girl. Maybe it’s a stage name. Just looking at her you would think she’d have a name that’s a little more exotic and as beautiful as she is, like Elouisa or Anastasia. Maybe Anna is short for Anastasia?
She’s infiltrated my thoughts since the first time I saw her on stage some time ago, but since the night she danced on me, nothing can keep her from invading my every thought.
When she climbed up in front of me and bent over, I couldn’t resist leaning forward a few inches to smell her pussy. And it was just as sweet smelling as I thought it would be. The problem now is, I want to taste her. I want her sitting on my face, riding me and then coming all over my mouth. I want her beautiful ass propped in my face as she rides me reverse cowgirl style. I want to cup her breasts in my hands and pinch those taut, perk nipples before drawing them into my mouth and laving them with my tongue until her clit begins to pulsate. Then, I want to slide my cock deep inside of her and thrust in and out of her silky heat painfully slowly, until she begs me to pound into her.
My dick strains against the zipper in my pants and I lift my ass from the drivers seat to adjust myself.
I turn the ignition and the engine to my car shuts down and I head inside.
“Hi, honey, how was your meeting?” My wife Lucinda asks. Now, don’t judge. Yes, I have a wife, but our marriage is far from traditional. It’s quiet open in fact, and it works well for us.
Lucinda is a beautiful woman. Her chocolate brown hair is always kept sleek and shiny and cut just below her ears. Her body is in good shape from her daily workouts and the healthy eating plans that she follows to a tee.
We’ve been married for eight years; I was twenty-seven and she twenty-five when we tied the knot. Considering we’d both come from broken homes with parents that had cheated, we were both very adamant not to “cheat” on each other. We both agreed it was only human nature to be attracted to other people, however, if we were attracted enough to another person that we wanted to sleep with them, then we’d discuss it with each other and go from there. The bottom line in any out-of-marriage sexual arrangement that we make, is that no emotional connections are to be made.
In the term of our marriage, both Lucinda and I have had sexual experiences with other people and it’s only strengthened our marriage. We don’t have any trust issues whatsoever and we’re both really happy with our arrangement. I understand that it might not be for everyone, but it definitely works for us.
Earlier tonight I wasn’t thinking though. I had snuck backstage and, unable to control myself, I had practically dry humped Anna against the wall in her dressing room. I shouldn’t have done that without speaking it over with Lucinda, but I just couldn’t help myself. Without a doubt if that man hadn’t knocked on the door, I would have pulled out my cock and sunk inside her. Then, I would have had the unfortunate task of explaining my actions to Lucinda.
“Hey, babe, how was your day?”
“Good. Productive as always. Yours?”
“Uh…Interesting,” I smirk.
“And why would that be?”
“I’ll explain later. Have you organized anything for dinner?
“No, but I was thinking pasta.”
“Pasta sounds good to me. I’ll going to take a shower and then I’ll be out to help.”
“Okay,” she waves me off as she pulls supplies from the refrigerator.
For some reason I feel a little anxious about bringing up Anna with Lucinda. I’m not sure why, but there’s a knot sitting in the pit of my gut. I quickly wash and run a razor over my face before wrapping a towel around my waist and using another to dry my chest and face.
When I walk out, Lucinda is pouring us each a glass of wine and the pasta is already in bowls on the counter. The smell lingering in the kitchen is mouthwatering. It’s a mixture of garlic and Parmesan.
“I’ll be right out,” I tell Lucinda. I throw on a pair of basketball shorts and head back out. She hands me a bowl of the steamy creamy pasta and a glass of red wine. We each sit on a couch and just as I take my first bite of the pasta, she asks, “So what’s going on with you? You’ve been acting a little strange since you got home. Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, everything is fine. This is good, by the way.” I bring another forkful of the pasta to my mouth.
Once we’ve both finished, I clear the dishes away and then refill our glasses.
“There’s something I need to talk to you about, actually.”
“Okay?” She says warily.
“I met someone, a girl named Anna. I’m attracted to her and I want to take it to the next level.”
“Oh, well, tell me about her. Is she someone from work?”
“No, she’s a stripper. I see her at Divine when we have meetings there.” I answer honestly.
“I see. So, you’re attracted to her? Just physically, I hope. Has anything happened so far that I need to know about?”
“Yes, I’m attracted to her and yes it’s strictly physical. As soon as she comes on stage, my dick gets hard – that’s how attractive she is. But, I can assure you it doesn’t run deeper than that. I did kiss her earlier tonight. I got carried away and couldn’t help myself.”
“Sounds like she’s beautiful.” Lucinda stands and walks away and my brows knit together in confusion. I’m not sure what just happened but our conversations about these sort of things end with the other person agreeing and telling the other to “be safe and have fun, but make sure you come home to me.” She didn’t do that, she just walked away silently.
I follow her and find her changing into a satin negligee in our bedroom.
“Luci?” My cock twitches at the sight of the pale pink satin cascading down over her naked body as it drops to just level with her ankles.
“If she’s as attractive as you say she is, then I want to be there when you fuck her,” she says, softly.
My mouth drops open in shock. “You want to join in?” I ask hopefully.
“Yes,” she admits.
“Okay,” I nod, thoughtfully. “I’ll have a chat with Anna and see if she’s up for it.”
She smiles wide at me.
“Now, come here,” I crook my finger. She takes three steps and she’s standing in front of me. My hands go to her waist and I grip the fabric before pulling it up and off her, causing her to gasp. “I’m going to fuck you hard, baby.”
“Yes,�
� she breathes as my mouth crashes into hers.
Her legs wrap around my waist as my hands go under her soft creamy ass to support her. Her back slams into the wall and I tear away her lace underwear, throwing them across the room. Her flesh is hot and moist and I know how turned on wanting to be with another woman makes her. My fingers slide in first and I pump softly in and out before removing them. My cock springs free and I thrust upwards, sheathing my dick in her warmth.
Her head falls back, crashing into the wall but she doesn’t care. She tilts her hips and begins riding my cock. As I take my wife’s breast into my mouth, I can’t help but think about how Anna will feel when I sink deep inside her. The thought makes my gut clench and I plow into my wife with ferocity. She’s screaming out incoherent words, overcome with pleasure.
My hand leaves her ass and I grip her hair, pulling down so it exposes her neck. I latch on at the point where her neck meets her collarbone and I suck hard as I feel the come rushing from my balls and up my shaft before it explodes out the eye of my cock and into my wife’s pussy.
Chapter Four
“A girl should be two things: who and what she wants.” ― Coco Chanel
Anna
“Ahhh,” I sigh, sinking back into my overstuffed sofa lounge. My feet are killing me tonight and I’m glad to take the weight off them.
I pick up my phone and quickly send a text to Vivica and Bess telling them about the Buck’s party and asking them to meet me at a quarter to four tomorrow afternoon with the songs they’d like.
I know I should get up and have a shower, but I simply can’t be bothered. My legs are feeling those three dances tonight, my body is tingling in places and throbbing in others, thanks to the effects of a God-like human named Ethan, and my mind is racing with thoughts of him.
My hand automatically moves to run across my top kiss-swollen lip as my tongue sneaks out to slide across the bottom, hoping for any residue of his taste. I can still feel his hands on me and his scent clings to my clothing.
My body shivers and my hand moves into the waistband of my pants to settle on my clit. My other hand tucks under my shirt to tease my tightened nipples. Placing pressure on my swollen nub, I swirl my fingers around before dipping two digits inside of myself, pumping in and out as I imagine it’s Ethan’s cock driving into me. I picture his tongue tracing a line from my collarbone to my ear before her gently bites down on my lobe, his heavy breathing sending shivers throughout my body.
I moan, thinking about running my hands over his hard body, up and down his sculpted back and over his rock-like stomach and down to his thick manhood. My thumb flicks across my clit and it isn’t long until I feel my stomach tightening as the base of my spine tingles. My nipples pucker as I pinch them between my fingers and I come apart at the seams, gasping Ethan’s name.
~*~*~*~
“Anna, precious, come in.” Sparkles is flitting around his office in a flurry as he waves me in.
“Hey, Sparkles. I just wanted to drop in and let you know the playlist for the Buck’s party tonight.”
“Sure thing. What have you got for me?”
I give him a quick run through of the songs Vivica, Bess and I have chosen to dance to in the forty-five minute private session. He looks it over, nods and waves me away as he begins collecting props and other items we’ll need in the room.
I leave him be and head toward Vivica’s and Bess’s dressing rooms. They’re right across the hall from each other so I poke my head into Vivica’s after knocking and ask her to meet me in Bess’s room.
“Come in,” Bess calls when I tap on her door.
“Hey, hope you have a spare five minutes. I just asked Vivica to come across. I wanted to talk to you both quickly.”
“Yeah, that’s fine.” She puts down her eyelash curler and offers me a seat before taking one herself.
Seconds later Vivica comes bounding in. “Hey, biatches,” she greets.
“Hey Viv,” we both reply.
“Okay, so I just wanted to go through a few things before the Buck’s party tonight. Viv, I know you’ve done them before, but this is Bess’s first one and I wanted to make sure you know the rules and also if you have any questions, feel free to ask them now.”
Viv perches her ass on the corner of a shelf and crosses her legs. “Buck’s parties are a walk in the park,” she announces. “The guys are usually super horny and they’re always merrily drunk. Plus, they have cash to splash because they want the Buck to have a great night, but of course, they don’t want to be left out. So, they’ll pay out their asses to ensure they all have a good night.”
“Yes, that’s true,” I chime in. “The men usually always come in with full pockets to ensure they have a great night. However, it’s important to remember a few simple rules. The same rules that apply to the stage, apply to the private rooms, with a few exceptions that Bill doesn’t know about.”
“Okay?” Bess sounds unsure.
“The most important rule to remember is what happens in the private suites, stays in the private suites. Bill’s rule of no fucking the clients is flexible in the sense that if you want to make an extra hundred for the night, you can give a guy a blow job,” I shrug.
“But,” I stress, “It’s important to remember that that leniency of the rules only applies in the private suites. Never, ever offer or accept an offer for that shit on the main stage.” I’ve never done it, but a lot of the girls have and none of us judge each other,” I add seriously. “However, it’s important for you to know that the girl who you’re replacing was fired because she fucked a guy in the suites. So, even though it was a private function, it didn’t matter to Bill. If you want to keep your job, don’t risk it by screwing a client.”
Bess nods thoughtfully.
“Now, depending on the amount of men who are booked in for a session in the suite’s, there’s usually one bodyguard or two standing outside the door. Inside, it’s just us and the clients, however there are panic button located throughout the room. I’ll show you those when we get in there. Do you have any questions?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Good,” I stand. “See you girls in an hour.”
Chapter Five
“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.” ― Charlotte Brontë
“Yeah baby, shake that pretty ass for me.” The boys have a few drinks under their belt and they’re all feeling pretty happy and horny.
Vivica has the groom-to-be tied to a chair and she’s tormenting and teasing him with her body and a feather boa. Bess is dancing the pole for five of the guys and I am giving lap dances to the others. We’ve only been in here ten minutes and I’ve been concentrating on my dances, so I don’t hear the door open as someone enters. But, all of a sudden, I feel hot and my body begins to thrum. He’s in the room. Ethan. I know it.
My eyes move from the guy’s chest I’m straddling to meet his across the room. He smirks and my nipples pucker. I shift off the guy when Ethan starts walking with a purpose toward me.
Leaning down, he whispers in my ear. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
Everyone and every sound in the room melts away and it’s only the two of us standing there, gazing into each others eyes. My ears are filled with the thumping of my heart.
“Thank you.” I say, finally finding my voice. “What are you doing here?”
“We need to talk.”
“Um, this is a private party and I’m not sure how you got past Security but you’re really not supposed to be here.”
“Gorgeous, the Buck is a friend of mine. That idiot over there,” he points to a guy Bess is dry humping on the stage. “Is my brother. I’m here for the party, I’m just a little late.”
“Oh,” I mutter dumbly.
“We need to talk,” he repeats.
“Later,” nod. A cheeky grin spreads across my face as I pull him over to a vacant seat in a dark corner of the room.
“Sit,” I command.
One eyebrow spikes upward at my brazen order, but he plays along. The music changes to Jason Derulo’s “Talk Dirty To Me” and I strut around behind him, making sure to sway my hips and drag my nails across the top of his shoulders. I place both my hands on his shoulders for balance and then I lean into him so the only part of my body touching his is my pasty-covered nipples and my hands. Leaning in, I whisper in his ear along with the music before biting down on his lobe and dragging my teeth off. He hisses out a breath and scoots his ass further down in the chair in an attempt to get more comfortable.
Standing in front of him with my back to him, I bend over and grasp my ankles, my black and silver thong not hiding much. He sits forward and places a soft kiss on each of my bare cheeks as I skim my hand up my legs. His tongue pokes out and he licks his lips seductively. I moan. My body clenches with a need so fierce I can barely control it.
The song continues as I straddle his legs and sink down in his lap. I swirl my hips against the hardened length in his pants and his hands move to grip my ass, holding me tighter against him.
My hands thread through his hair and his face moves forward. Gripping the skin colored nipple cover between his teeth, he pulls it off, spits it off to the side and latches onto my nipple. My head falls back as a moan of pure pleasure courses through my body. One hand leaves my ass to slide around my hip and inside my thong.
The groan of heated lust that escapes his throat when he finds my soaked entrance vibrates against my puckered bud still suctioned between his lips. Sliding two fingers inside me effortlessly, he pumps in and out in rhythm with the music and my swaying hips. His thumb finds my clit and he applies heavy pressure with the calloused digit, swirling in large circles over my swollen, aching nub.
Tingles radiate through my body as my orgasm consumes me. I slump forward and bite into his shoulder, soothing the sting with my tongue as my body pulses around his fingers.
The song ends and he removes his fingers from me and brings them to his lips, sucking my creamy arousal off, never once taking his blazing blue eyes off my sated ones.
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