Her knees buckled. She grabbed the rail to stop from falling. “Anything you want, Tommy.”
Lifting her over the fence, Tommy grabbed her ass and bit his lip. Nice. She even felt like Crystal. Maybe this version would let him actually fuck that ass the first time he asked. He hadn’t had that in a while. Without another word, he pulled her to the bus. Her high-heeled boots made it a slow trek. He gave up halfway there and tossed her over his shoulder. He might not look it with clothes on, but he was quite strong.
Her giggles fueled him to walk faster. She was lighter than she looked which was good. Once he reached the bus, he opened the door and set her on the bottom step. Then slapped her ass and nudged her up the steps. When he emerged into the lounge, he found the girl looking around. She didn’t seem to know what to do.
“Bedroom’s in the back.”
He walked in that direction and grabbed her hand when he passed her. When he opened the door, his mouth dropped. Dominic and Noelle were on the bed, naked. They had added soundproofing when they revamped the bus, but not a lock. That needed correcting.
Shocked by Noelle’s curves and flexibility, Tommy stared. Her feet were at Dominic’s shoulders, and he was pounding her harder than he would have expected from Dominic. Quickly, he shooed the groupie out with a hand. She backed up, and he watched the couple go at each other like animals. When Noelle cried out and wriggled her hips, Tommy’s cock grew harder. No wonder he’s falling for her.
Dominic heard a noise and turned his head to the door. Shocked that Tommy was staring, he didn’t know what to do at first. He lost his rhythm, nervous Tommy would judge his technique or something stupid like that.
“What’s wrong?” Noelle asked.
Dominic kissed her, then put a finger over her lips. “Don’t scream, sweetheart.” He growled, “Get the fuck out, Tom!”
“Fine, spoil the fun.” Tommy was glad Dominic didn’t have something to throw at him. “Was fun while it lasted. By the way, Noelle, you’re fuckin’ hot! Good form, Dom.”
Dominic’s face heated up. “Out! Now!”
Tommy backed out of the room and closed the door. “Bedroom’s out.” He grinned, glad he got to see Dominic in action, especially with Noelle. ‘Hot’ is not enough to describe that woman. “Now it’s my cramped bunk, the couch or one of those chairs.” He pointed to the ones next to the couch, and then to the two under the television. “Or the table.” He had no preference at the moment.
“So, my choice is sex or sex?” She didn’t look as enthusiastic as before.
Puzzled, he studied her for a moment. She seemed nervous. “Well, wasn’t that the idea of coming here?” He watched as her eyes raked him over. “I don’t care if you’re under me, over me, in front of me or on your knees. As long as my dick is happy when we’re done, I’m good.”
She seemed to be weighing her options. He was getting frustrated. Maybe I should’ve picked up two chicks. That was usually fun. Even the twins were great before they started abusing him.
“Well… My boyfriend didn’t say I could fuck you…”
Tommy groaned. “Then what the hell are you doing here? Just go, and I’ll get some other chick to fix this.” He pointed to his straining cock. “I hate teases,” he mumbled to himself.
“He did say I could suck you off.” She looked up at him as she knelt at his feet. “If you’ll give me an autograph.”
Did any of them do it because he was a nice guy? Just once, he’d like to meet a girl who gave a shit about plain old Tommy, not “Tommy Fischer.” “Fine. Go ahead.”
Crystal had been the only girl in more than 10 years that spent real time with him. He stepped back a few inches and fell into a chair. Then he dug in his pocket for a condom and came up with three.
“Vanilla, chocolate or banana?” He held them up for her to choose.
She scooted forward, plucked the yellow one and opened his belt buckle. “You don’t have a monster hiding in there, do you?”
Feeling a bit inadequate, he replied, “No. I’m kinda high average.” He sighed. “That not enough for you?”
“It’s perfect.” She grinned and worked on his fly. “I hate choking.”
He relaxed into the leather chair and watched her free his cock. The smile she gave him told him she liked what she found. Slowly, she rolled on the condom as she licked her lips. Seconds later, his entire shaft was down her throat and her face pressed against his lower belly.
“God, that’s it, babe. Ah, suck it hard.” He wanted to thrust up, but held off, not wanting to scare her. Looking down at her, he started craving something else. “Take your top off. I wanna play with those tits.”
She hesitated. “My top?”
“Yeah, it’s covering your tits up.”
He smiled as she tugged the zipper down the front of her body. When her breasts spilled out onto his lap, he grabbed one in each hand. “Perfect, babe.” He squeezed the large globes and pulled her closer as he moved forward. “This is gonna be sweet.” He arranged them around his cock and pushed them together. “Suck my dick on the upstroke.”
She did as told, his cock popping in and out of her mouth as he fucked her tits. Watching the action turned him on more than how it felt. Not able to see her face, allowed him to pretend she was Crystal. Within minutes, he was on the verge already.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Babe, babe, suck me hard.” He thrust into her mouth and let go. His loud moan echoed. “That’s it. Good girl.” He patted her head, the fantasy fading away. If only Crystal knew he used her image to get off quicker sometimes.
Back in the bedroom, it had taken Dominic several minutes to get back the smooth rhythm his hips had. Noelle had let the incident go quick. He on the other hand, was upset. It wasn’t that Tommy watched. It was that he watched him with Noelle. She was special.
He took a deep breath and nuzzled her neck again. “Sorry I slowed down.”
“It’s OK.” She ran her hands down his back and grabbed his ass. “I’m just shocked you haven’t cum yet.”
Hiding his grin, he whispered. “I almost did, but you were enjoying it way too much for it to end yet.”
“Time for you to enjoy it.” She ground into him as best as she could and held his ass tighter. “Come for me.” Her voice dripped of desire.
He could never resist that tone. “Woman, you kill me.” His entire body shuddered. When she let his ass go, he started pumping into her faster. “Wish I could cum in you,” he whispered. Her pussy hugged him a bit more and he moaned. “God, yes… Ah, damn it!”
She knew what he wanted somehow. Then she pulled his head up and kissed him deeply while running one hand up and down his back. He shuddered again. She had found the more she touched his skin, the harder he came. Everything she learned about him ran through her mind.
“Cum for me,” she breathed. He loved when she talked dirty. “Cum in me, honey. Fuck me until you blow.”
He gripped her shoulders. “Shit, shit, Noelle, I’m cumming. God, I’m cumming…” He cried out and clung to her as he flooded the condom. The euphoric feeling reverberated throughout his body. “Noelle,” he whispered.
She sighed and wrapped her arms around him. It was something that made her feel good as well, him being well sated. “Dominic… that was…” She searched for an appropriate word, but none said enough. “…phenomenal.”
“Ditto.” He could barely think, never mind form complicated words.
On the other side of the wall, Tommy was washing up. He heard Dominic’s cries faintly. It made him smile. Dominic deserved something good for a change. His phone chimed. Another text from Scott.
We’re done Let me know when you’re ready to go.
Tommy texted back.
Just about. I’ll call a cab. Meet me by our bus.
He switched back to his message list and brought up the last one from Chico.
I’m down. Let me know when we’re leaving.
Tommy answered him.
Be at our bus in about 10-15 mi
ns.
In seconds, Chico replied.
Me and Jake’ll be there. Can’t fucking wait.
Tommy fixed his hair and checked his clothes. There was a bead of cum on his shirt. He undressed and walked out naked. After listening at the bedroom door and only hearing silence, he knocked.
“What?” came Dominic’s voice.
Not able to stop his smile, he shouted, “You decent? I need to change.”
“Wait a minute,” Dominic yelled. Tommy waited at least a full minute. “OK, it’s safe.”
Tommy opened the door and poked his head in. Dominic and Noelle were cuddled together, the blanket up to their shoulders. He swung the door open some more and strode in.
Noelle’s mouth dropped at the sight of Tommy naked. Wow, is he sexy. She immediately felt guilty, but couldn’t tear her eyes away from his sculpted body or his cute ass. Then there were what seemed like hundreds of tattoos all over his gorgeous body.
“Tom, what the fuck?” Dominic turned when he noticed Noelle’s expression. “Why’re you naked?”
Feigning embarrassment, Tommy covered his crotch with one hand. Then he glanced at the bed. “You guys’re naked. What’s the difference?” He winked at Noelle. “Scared I’ll entice your woman with my smaller dick?” He mocked himself for Dominic’s benefit at times.
Now smiling, Noelle noticed the large spider inked onto his hand. She watched as that hand covered less and less of his growing cock.
“Hurry up,” Dominic growled and turned back to Noelle. He pulled her into his arms and held her head to his chest. That way she would stop gawking at his arrogant best friend. “He’ll be gone soon.” He kissed the top of her head and softly asked, “Would you spend the night with me here? Please.” Her nod was all he needed to relax.
Tommy grabbed a full set of clothes, and then smiled at the two of them. Dominic looked happier than ever. “I’m done. Don’t do anything I would tonight.”
“Too late,” Dominic countered.
Chapter Twenty
The Tiger Club was not in Boston, but 20 or so miles south. The type of strip clubs Tommy frequented were a bit upscale, so he was picky. That night they were featuring a set of porn stars he had seen a few times. Chico, Jake, Austin and Scott followed him to a table near the front. He liked to get as up close and personal as possible.
“Where’s Dean?” Jake asked. Normally, Dean was in on any strip club outing.
Tommy shrugged. “He’s been disappearing a lot lately. Maybe he finally found a girl who’ll put up with all his bullshit.”
Chico laughed. “Yeah, right. Never gonna happen. He’s more of a dick than Jake.” He cocked a thumb in Jake’s direction.
“Fuck you,” Jake shouted.
Scott shook his head. “Don’t get us thrown out again, you two.” He scowled at Chico, who instigated Jake a lot more than it seemed. “And no getting plastered, Chico. You’re a pain in the ass drunk.”
“Relax.” Austin put his hands on Scott’s shoulders and squeezed. “We’re here to have fun.”
Tommy watched Scott and Austin interact with their other band members for a while. He knew they were close friends, but tenderness and a touch of possessiveness were not what he expected.
Austin stroked Scott’s hair. Then he noticed Tommy gaping at them. “Shit.” He pulled back fast.
Confused, Scott turned. “What?”
His eyes darting from Scott to Tommy, Austin replied, “Tommy saw me.”
“Saw you what?”
Austin closed his eyes. “Playing with your hair.”
“Oh.” Scott glanced over at Tommy. “He’s jealous. I got better hair.” He reached over and tugged on one of the spikes on Austin’s head.
Jake laughed when he realized they were trying to cover up their relationship. “Oh yeah, Scott’s hair is so nice.” He ran his fingers through it also, and then laughed again.
Tommy shook his head and laughed as well. They were a bunch of goofballs sometimes. He turned his attention to the stage and took a pull from his beer. A blonde danced on the stage before them. She was timid and very unsure of herself, but hot. He signaled the waitress for another round.
They all encouraged the blonde to come closer, waving bills in the air. She did, although hesitantly. One by one, they tucked money into her thong while she shook her ass for them.
“Take the top off!” Jake shouted.
Chico added, “We wanna see titties!”
Those two were crazy sober. Tommy wasn’t sure he wanted to see them drunk. Scott and Austin just sat back and looked around for the most part. Tommy was having as much fun watching his companions as the chicks.
Then he caught Scott checking out another patron, a young man, no less. At first, Tommy thought he imagined it. Scott tapped Austin and they both raked the guy over with their eyes at least twice. They whispered to each other for a bit, and Scott pointed the man out and winked at Austin.
That sealed it. He wasn’t seeing things. Are they gay? Nah, can’t be. He had seen both of them hitting on women. Once seen them fucking a set of twins. Could they both be faking it? He watched them a bit more and was sure they were a couple. They had to be.
Letting it go, Tommy looked around the room. Several girls were walking the floor in skimpy bikinis, offering lap dances. He stood up and waved a hundred dollar bill. He quickly got four takers. He pulled out three more bills and gave one to each girl. They proceeded to dance all over him and the Wicked End guys.
Scott moaned as a girl in a pink bikini ground on him. She had her back to his chest and bent over to touch the floor. He almost slapped her ass, but caught himself in time.
Next to him, Austin bit his lip as a hot redhead rubbed her breasts in his face. He briefly grabbed her thighs, intending to pull her onto his lap. She slapped his hand, and he lifted them both up, so he wouldn’t do it again.
Tommy looked up at the chick on his lap. Long dark hair, bangs that hung over her eyes just enough heavy makeup, and enhanced, large breasts. “So, babe. What you doing later?”
She giggled, but tried to hold in her excitement. “Tommy Fischer, are you trying to get in my pants?”
“Seems they’ve already come off.” He glanced down at her grinding crotch. Then he leaned in close but not touching her. “I’ll have you crying my name so loud, the neighbors will think I’m killing you.”
She shuddered. “God, that sounds good.”
He grinned and turned to Jake and Chico, who were taking turns with the fourth girl. Then Jake whispered something, gave her a few bills and she walked away with him. He hoped they didn’t have to bail Jake out of jail for touching that dancer.
“I have to get ready for my set now,” the woman on Tommy’s lap told him. “I’ll be back soon.”
The other two women moved on as well. Tommy sat back and looked around. They were not the only group there, but the others were quieter. So far, only two strippers recognized them. That was good. Sometimes things got ugly when the dancers didn’t want to leave their side.
He watched Scott and Austin again. They were not touching, but the way they looked at each other was not just friendship. Austin tapped Scott’s shoulder. They both turned and their eyes followed another man walking behind them. Did they do that all the time? Maybe they just liked to people watch.
The music changed. Tommy concentrated, trying to remember the song title. It was definitely familiar. That’s it! Marilyn Manson’s “The Beautiful People.” He liked that song. On the main stage a figure appeared, stalking towards them.
Dressed in black leather corset and short shorts, wearing a black mask and thigh high boots, the song suited her perfectly. She was the prettiest Goth stripper he’d ever seen. She sashayed towards them and twirled around her pole. Leaning back and letting her black hair touch the floor she winked at Tommy. Those breasts were real for sure.
His eyebrows lifted. She was not what he normally went for, but he did need a change. Holding his attention was not easy, but she did it
. He stared as she started to crawl towards him, on hands and knees, looking very much like a cat. It made his already growing cock twitch. God, that’s hot!
He slid his chair closer to the stage as she reached the edge. Then he pulled out several twenties and tucked one between her breasts, one in her shorts and another in her right boot.
“I like the look.” He winked. “You wear it well.”
She gave him a small smile. “Thanks, Tommy.” A slight blush washed over her face.
He cocked an eyebrow. “So you know me, huh?”
“Of you,” she admitted. “I love your music.” She rolled over onto her back and flipped into a handstand before doing a cartwheel.
Tommy waited for her to return, eyes glued to her agile body. She danced, gyrated, twirled, and wowed the men watching. He didn’t notice any of them. For the second time in 12 years, he truly wanted a specific woman. It mattered that she wanted him just as much. She seemed to. Each time their eyes met, there was a moment.
When her set was over, Tommy had spent over a thousand dollars on her. It put a dent in the cash he carried, but there was always more in the bank. He sighed and dragged his chair back to the table with the Wicked End crew.
“Gonna bang her?” Jake asked.
Tommy grinned widely. “My dick says I will. Hope she thinks like he does.” He chuckled at his own stupid joke.
“Has any girl ever said no to you?” Chico asked.
Looking away, Tommy replied, “Yeah, but she caved eventually.” He didn’t count the prudes who he got nowhere with on the beach.
Austin’s eyebrows went up. “You pursued a chick? Why bother?” He laughed. “Thought chicks drop their panties as soon as you lay eyes on them.”
“Most do,” he agreed. An image of Crystal came to mind. “This one was worth the wait.” He groaned, almost feeling her pussy wrapped around his dick. “Hot as fuck.”
Scott patted Tommy’s shoulder. “Go get her, man.” He put his hand in front of Tommy’s face to point out the Goth chick working the room.
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