Reno Runaway_Bad Boy & Virgin Romance

by Kelli Callahan

  “There are other clubs, honey. They might not be as good as this place, but they are still way better than Carson’s. Here, let me give you a reference.” The slender blonde woman pulled out a card and jotted something on the back of it. “Go over to Washington Avenue and look for the Red Shoe. You can’t miss it. There will be billboards pointing directly at it. Talk to Bill. Tell him that Gladys and Charley sent you.”

  A FEW HOURS LATER, I was employed. It didn’t require a back room deal like I had to endure at Carson’s prove that I would anything for a job. I got on a stage, danced my way out of my top, and they gave me a job. They seemed pretty interested before they even seen me dance because I had a reference from Gladys and Charley. The Red Shoe wasn’t extremely fancy, but the place was very clean. Lap dances were offered, but they were entirely optional, and some of the girls didn’t even do them. I wasn’t sure I could afford to live off the money I got from dancing on the stage, but even that seemed like it would be better than waiting tables.

  “Welcome to the Red Shoe.” A woman that was a little older than me walked up and sat down at a makeup table in the dressing room. “My name is Candice, but I go by Candy on the stage.”

  “Johanna.” My face wrinkled as I thought about what she said. “I guess I go by Scarlett when I’m on the stage.”

  “You sound like a Scarlett, but your hair isn’t red enough for that name unless you’re going to wear a wig.” She turned to look at me. “You’re young. Use that because you won’t have that perfect face forever. We’ve got a few schoolgirl outfits over there you can look through. The guys love that.”

  I looked around the room and noticed that most of the dancers had some sort of gimmick. It wasn’t just an endless stream of lingerie like all the girls at Carson’s wore. I picked out a tartan skirt, a white blouse, and put my hair in pigtails. The only real requirement seemed to be that all the dancers wore some shade of red shoe, so I tried on several pairs until I found a pair that fit me.

  An hour later, I walked out onto the stage as Hannah, the naughty schoolgirl. Candice was right. The guys that circled the stage loved every second of my act. I combined ballet dancing with the tricks I had learned at Carson’s. When my top came off, the money started pouring onto the stage, and the audience cheered. I felt like a movie star or a pop singer. I practically broke down in tears as I watched my financial worries disappear in a matter of minutes.

  Chapter 8: Cody

  It had been almost a week since my father cursed my name or the womb I came out of. I was no longer the bane of his existence, it seemed. There was a reason for that and her name was Johanna. It had been several weeks since we met and things were going great. I started keeping a regular schedule. I got up in the morning, made it to work on time, and when the day was over, I went to watch her perform at the Red Shoe. When she was done there, we usually ended up at my apartment where we fucked until our bodies were exhausted. Even when I woke up feeling like I didn’t get quite enough sleep, I still pushed myself to get to work on time so I could see her again.

  “So when are we going to meet her?” My mother walked over and leaned against the car I was working on.

  “Who?” I raised my head and looked at her with a surprised stare etched on my face.

  “Don’t even try it, Cody. Something is different about you and I would put money on there being a woman behind this transformation.” My mother smiled and nodded her head. “Come on, what’s her name?”

  “Johanna.” The corner of my mouth twisted into a half-smile. “Her name is Johanna.”

  “I was right!” My mother yelled in my father’s direction. “Her name is Johanna!”

  “She’s a stripper.” I added to my mother’s statement, raising my voice so that my father could hear me.

  “Oh!” My mother blinked in surprise. “A stripper, huh? I guess I should have seen that one coming. So much for grandchildren. Please tell me it isn’t one of those girls from Carson’s.”

  “Well...” I sighed. “She doesn’t work there anymore.”

  “Oh my god...” My mother rolled her eyes and started walking back towards her desk. “You’re as bad as your father!”

  “Hey, I stopped going to Carson’s after we got married!” My father voiced an objection to her statement.

  “Yeah, because I told you I would cut your dick off if I caught you in there again!” Her voice carried across the shop, and her statement was met by shock from a customer that walked in the front door of the garage.

  “Hello, I’m here to pick up my car?” His tone reflected worry and concern.

  “Of course, Mr. Andrews. Cody is almost done, why don’t you have a seat and get yourself a cup of coffee.” My mother’s tone changed from anger to sugary sweet in an instant.

  I knew my mother would like Johanna if she met her, regardless of what her occupation was. Johanna really was the kind of nice girl my mother always hoped I would end up with. My mother obviously had a stigma carved in her thoughts due to the fact Johanna was a stripper. It was understandable, even if it wasn’t deserved. What mattered was that I was happy. Johanna had made me happier than anyone ever had before. The relationship was still new, but I didn’t see anything changing the trajectory. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other, and we had never even had a fight.

  “I’LL BE DONE IN A FEW minutes, I just need to get changed.” Johanna walked out from the back and pressed her lips to my cheek.

  “You keep promising me that you’re going to wear this home one day.” I reached out and ran my fingers along the edge of her tartan skirt.

  “One day.” She winked at me and headed to the back.

  The Red Shoe wasn’t the kind of place I would have ever gone to if I wanted to watch girls dance. It was rather mild for my tastes. My possessive nature made me wish she didn’t dance at all, but I would have to put a ring on her finger before I could ever consider making that kind of request. The last guy that did it got left at the altar, and while I understood her reasons, I wasn’t exactly anxious to find out if she would do the same thing to me. It was far too early for that, even if I was getting extremely attached to the auburn-haired beauty.

  “Okay, let’s go.” She walked back out and took me by the arm. “Can we stay at my place tonight?”

  “Any particular reason? It’s easier to spend the night at my apartment. I don’t have to worry about being late for work and you have plenty of time to get home before your shift.” I looked in her direction as we walked towards the exit.

  “I have a surprise for you.” She nudged me with her elbow. “I promise I’ll wake you up early so you aren’t late for work.”

  “Okay, then we’ll head to your place.” We walked outside and she climbed on the back of my motorcycle.

  I had no idea what kind of surprise she had in mind, but I was extremely interested in finding out what it was. Mainly, I just wanted to get her behind closed doors and out of her clothes. It was what I planned my entire day around. I wasn’t sure we would ever be the couple that went out for dinner or watched movies on the couch. Our passion was so explosive that the only place we wanted to be was in bed together. I parked my motorcycle in front of her apartment building and we held hands as we walked towards the entrance.

  “I’m going to devour you.” I leaned in and kissed her neck when we got to the elevators.

  “Not yet!” She pulled away and giggled. “The building superintendent watches those cameras.”

  “You never cared before.” I wrapped my arms around her waist.

  “That was before I met his whole family!” She giggled again and sank into my arms as I continued kissing her.

  The elevator took us to her apartment and we walked to the door, still pausing occasionally to let our lips graze or succumb to a moment of desire. She pushed her key in and turned the lock. The instant the door was closed, we started kissing without hesitation. I gasped between my breaths, sliding a hand underneath her shirt. We stayed locked in that moment of passion
for several seconds before she finally pulled away.

  “Okay, wait out here. I have a surprise for you.” She started walking towards her bedroom.

  “Seriously? Can’t I just wait for it in there?” I watched as she got to her bedroom door.

  “No, just hang out here for a few minutes. I promise it will be worth it.” She closed the door and I heard her laugh before her footsteps moved away from the door.

  I had no idea what to expect, so I walked into her living room and took a seat on her couch. My fingers drummed on the couch for several seconds and then I stood up again. I wasn’t a huge fan of surprises, especially when I had no idea what the context was. I decided that as long as she didn’t open the door with a strap-on and an invitation to try pegging, I was at least going to keep an open mind about it.

  “Okay, you can come in.” She called out through the door and cracked it. “Sit on the bed and wait for me.”

  I walked over to the door and pushed it open. She was just there on the other side of it, but it seemed that she had went into the bathroom and closed the door. I grumbled with a slight bit of annoyance and took a seat on the bed. I peeled my shirt off and kicked my shoes off my feet. I could hear her moving around behind the bathroom door, but I had no idea what she was doing. After waiting there for nearly five minutes, the door opened and she stepped out.

  “Oh, wow!” My eyes nearly bulged out of my head.

  “I decided to just buy my own outfit, since you like it so much.” She grinned and walked into the bedroom. “Now I can be your naughty schoolgirl whenever you want.”

  She was dressed exactly like she dressed when she walked out onto the stage, with a tartan skirt, a white blouse tied across her midsection, and her hair tied up in pigtails. She was a fantasy brought to life—a naughty schoolgirl with red lipstick that just made the thought of those lips wrapped around your cock intoxicating. She put her finger in her mouth and slowly pulled it out, just like she did on stage. I felt my heart racing in my chest as I watched her take a step towards me and slide her skirt up her thigh.

  “This is what every guy that watches you dance fantasizes about.” A smile spread across my lips.

  “You’re the only one that will ever get to make it more than a fantasy.” She walked over and put her hands on my shoulders. “If you check under my pillow, I think you’ll find something that every naughty schoolgirl needs.”

  “Is that so?” I turned my head towards the pillow and picked it up, revealing a small wooden paddle.

  “I guess my naughty behavior is finally going to catch up with me.” She stretched out across my lap and wiggled her ass.

  “Yes, I believe it is.” I picked up the paddle and tried to maintain a serious expression. “You’re in a lot of trouble.”

  “I know.” She wiggled her ass again.

  I lifted the paddle and brought it down on her skirt. She giggled and squirmed. Her movement was sending twinges of pleasure through me as she rubbed against my cock. I had been mostly joking when I suggested that she wear the outfit home. She looked incredibly sexy in it, but I never needed a fantasy to enjoy my time with her. She seemed different with the outfit on. She was lot more playful and giggly. I didn’t mind it and I had no problem playing along. It was making my cock so hard that it was practically throbbing in my pants.

  “Yeah, I don’t think you’re feeling anything through this skirt.” I chuckled and grabbed the bottom of it in my hand. “You need to be paddled on your panties.”

  “That might be a problem.” She looked over her shoulder at me. “I’m not wearing any.”

  “I see.” I slid her skirt up her hips and exposed her ass. “That’s unfortunate—for you.”

  I brought the paddle down a little harder than I had before and she squirmed. It left a pink mark where it landed and made her wiggle her ass even more. That caused her to grind against my cock faster than she had previously, so I gave her another hard smack, which caused her to repeat the motion. I was definitely getting turned on, and judging by the wetness between her legs, she was enjoying it as well. I liked watching her squirm, but I wanted something else a whole lot more.

  “Someone should have dealt with this naughty behavior a long time ago.” I gave her two quick smacks with the paddle. “You enjoy being a little tease, don’t you?”

  “Yeah.” She looked over her shoulder and ran her tongue across her lipstick.

  “You’re going to do more with those lips tonight than just tease.” I gave her two more quick smacks.

  “I can’t do that.” She shook her head back and forth.

  “Then I guess you’ll stay across my knee until you change your mind.” I grinned and brought the paddle down again.

  The paddle danced across her naked ass, forcing her to squirm against my cock every time it landed. I wasn’t doing enough to actually hurt her, but it did make her ass turn a little red. I was surprised by how much she took without even a whimper. I suspected that it wasn’t her first time being spanked, especially considering what she had told me about the town she grew up in. I rubbed her ass a few times and let my finger drift down into her wetness before pulling away and delivering a few more smacks.

  “Okay, you win!” She kicked her feet slightly and put her hand back to cover her ass. “I’ll do whatever you want, just stop paddling me.”

  “You shouldn’t have made me wait.” I pushed her hand away. “Now you’re going to get a few extra for teasing me for so long.”

  I brought the paddle down several times in quick succession, which caused her to writhe on my knee. She gasped slightly when the paddle came down the final time, directly in the center of her ass. I immediately put it on the bed and started rubbing her ass, sliding my finger down to her pussy, which was sopping wet with desire. As much as I wanted to be inside her, I wanted to see her lips wrapped around my cock first. I slid back on the bed and she pushed herself up off my knee.

  “Is this what you want?” She knelt between my legs and started unfastening my pants.

  “Yes, it is.” I smiled and nodded.

  She pulled my pants down to my ankles and then slid between my legs. She rubbed my cock through boxers several times and then pulled them down to my ankles as well. Her tongue moved across her lips several times before she pressed her lipstick to my cock. It was on so thick that it immediately left stains where she kissed. She didn’t waste much time with the foreplay. She licked along the bottom, teased my balls for a second, and then started pulling the glans into her mouth once she kissed her way back to the top.

  “See what your teasing did to me?” I put a hand on her head and started pushing my cock deeper.

  She had been so nervous and timid the first time she sucked my cock, but she was no longer the innocent young girl I first met. She swallowed my cock easily, letting it pass through the barrier in the back of her throat. Her lips pressed against my pelvis for a moment and then she started moving at a fast pace. The lipstick smeared until most it had been transferred to my cock. Her saliva slowly washed it off as she continued. I could feel the pressure building up in my balls quickly. The teasing had gotten me so turned on that it didn’t take much.

  “Time to find out what happens when you tease someone.” I pulled my cock out of her mouth and started stroking it. “Open wide.”

  She immediately parted her lips and I stroked my cock at a faster pace, feeling the pressure getting even stronger. I pushed my cock against her lips and moaned when the cum started to surge through my shaft. It erupted, covering her lips, bellowing into her mouth, and then soaking the front of her blouse with my seed. She immediately swallowed what was in her mouth and licked the remnants off her lips.

  “Yeah, you’re going to have to keep this outfit.” I smiled and and pulled her close.

  “I really liked that.” She looked up at me and nodded. “It’s hard not to dress like this and get turned on when you see what it does to people—I just wish you were the only one I was doing it for.”

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sp; “Does it bother you, taking off your clothes for strangers?” I pulled her up onto the bed and leaned back against the pillow.

  “It used to.” She shrugged and sighed. “It gets easier every night. It’s not something I want to do permanently. I need to sign up for some classes so I can figure out what I’m going to do with the rest of my life.”

  “Does that life involve me?” I leaned over and took her hand.

  “Do you want it to?” She looked at my hand and then lifted her head to meet my eyes.

  “Only if you wear this at least once a week.” I grinned and moved closer. “See what you’re doing to me? I’m ready to go again.”

  “I can do that, but you have to promise to put out the fire you started.” She shifted her hips and spread her legs.

  “I’ll do that every night.” I slid between her thighs and then paused. “Shit, the condoms are at my house.”

  “There’s no way you’re stopping now.” She wrapped her legs around my waist and shook her head rapidly.

  “I know I’m not a saint by any means, but

  Chapter 9: Johanna

  I wasn’t on birth control. I had never needed it before I came to Reno. Cody and I always used protection. I knew there was a risk but I was so turned on after what we had done that my mind wasn’t able to process anything but lust. Cody had been tested, so while he was no saint, I knew he was clean. He hesitated for a couple of seconds, but then he drove his cock into me. Feeling him without the condom was amazing. It was like I could feel the veins as his dick engorged with his second wave of desire. The feeling of him inside me quickly extinguished any concerns I had. All I wanted was for him to keep going.

  “This feels incredible.” I let out a gasp as he started to pound his cock into my pussy.

  Cody kicked his pants off his ankles as he started to thrust faster. He untied the blouse, which fell open to reveal my breasts, and then started kissing my neck. The furious thrusting started to make the pressure build inside me. The way his lips teased my neck and nibbled on my ear heightened the pleasure. We had tried multiple positions since we started having sex, but having him on top of me was my favorite one. I loved watching the storm brew in his eyes as he chased his release.