Jokers Wild: Stripped Bare

by Lena Matthews

“Nothing,” Missy said, snatching the card out of her hand. Sliding it in her pocket, she eyed them over the counter warily and asked, “Are you ready to check out?”

  “Not until I hear what that hottie…”

  “Kayla, you’re embarrassing her. Not everyone is as enthusiastic about sharing their love life as you are,” Eliza smiled sympathetically at Missy.

  “Ahhh, come on, just a little dirt,” begged Kayla.

  “He’s my old professor,” Missy admitted, giving in to her. She adored Kayla, but she wasn’t quite comfortable with sharing personal information with her. Especially when she wasn’t sure what she thought of the brief encounter. Men like Professor Kincaid didn’t look twice at big girls like her.

  “What, did you forget to turn in an assignment? Is he going to make you stay after?” Kayla teased.

  Ringing up the anal kit, she tried to block out Kayla’s harmless teasing. She knew that Kayla didn’t mean anything by it, but it still made her uncomfortable.

  “How about we wait until you’re done and we can go to Denny’s and grab a milkshake?” Kayla offered.

  The idea of downing a shake with these two beautiful women made her stomach turn. There was no way she was eating, let alone eating ice cream with these two. Her fragile ego couldn’t handle it and neither could her diet.

  “I’d love to,” she lied. “But I have a mound of homework waiting for me at home.”

  “Can’t it wait?” pouted Kayla.

  “Yes, please,” Eliza asked.

  “No, but I would love a rain check.”

  “Sure.” Looking downhearted, Kayla picked up the discreet black bag and handed it to Eliza. “But I will keep you to that.”

  “I hope so,” Missy smiled. Looking at Eliza she said, “It was nice to meet you.”

  “You too,” Eliza replied.

  Looking down at her watch, Missy groaned as she noticed the time. Walking through the aisle, she turned the corner and walked down the hallway, coughing loudly before saying, “We’ll be closing in five minutes.”

  Heading back to the counter, she straightened up while waiting for the store to empty. Making a final closing call over the loudspeaker, Missy walked down the aisle and watched as the last Looky Lou’s left the store. Locking the doors behind them, she checked the film booths and the aisles before tallying the register and placing the money in the safe.

  Opening the hall closet, she took out the vacuum and ran it quickly over the carpet. She wanted to hurry up and get home so she could work on her paper. Finishing all of her closing chores, Missy reached in her pocket for the keys and halted when she felt her hand close around the card that Professor Kincaid had given her.

  Pulling the card out of her pocket, she looked at the card that gave his name, his office hours, and phone number. Missy wondered what the hell he could have been thinking to give her this. He was a good-looking man, she thought, as she shoved the card back in her pocket. What would he want with her? She normally wasn’t this negative, but she was always realistic.

  Brody could have anyone he wanted, including her, but that didn’t explain why he would be interested. Pulling the door closed behind her, Missy locked it and walked to her car. Getting in, she sat for a moment staring at the neon “closed” sign in the window of Harris’s. Reaching in her pocket, she pulled the card out again, balled it up and threw it on the floor of her car. She had a lot going for herself these days, too much to be getting caught up in his game.

  * * * *

  Brody watched the stripper with blank eyes. All he could do was think back to earlier tonight when he ran into Melissa at Harris’s. You could have knocked him over with a feather when he realized who she was. She was the last person he would have ever expected to find in an adult bookstore.

  Candy, or whatever her real name was, dropped into his lap, gyrating her bony ass against his lap, hoping for a reaction. Ignoring the catcalls of his friends, he pushed her up and stood. Leaving the party, he walked onto the balcony of the hotel and pulled a cigarette out of his jacket pocket. Lighting it, he inhaled the nicotine deep and held it there. Slowly releasing it, he blew the smoke, along with his frustration, into the chilly night air.

  The sliding door opened behind him, blasting the silence with loud music and bawdy language. Looking over his shoulder, Brody smiled at a fellow groomsman, his brother Bryce.

  “The party too much for you?” asked Bryce, taking the cigarette out of his hand and tossing it over the balcony.

  “No, but who hired the stripper? I’m fighting the need to feed and clothe her with everything inside of me,” Brody replied dryly.

  Laughing, Bryce smiled up at him. He and his brother shared the same preferences when it came to women, full and feminine. “Well, you know I didn’t,” he teased.

  Grinning, Brody stared back into the star-filled night. He knew, as best man, he should be in there ensuring that their cousin Jake had the time of his life, but he just couldn’t get the image of Melissa surrounded by toys out of his head.

  “So what’s the story with you and the clerk?” Bryce asked, leaning on the railing beside him.

  “There isn’t one. She’s a former student of mine.”

  “Is that all?”

  “For now,” he grinned.

  “I know that tone.” Bryce tipped his beer bottle up, saluting his brother. “Keep in mind brother, that anything worth doing is worth doing slowly.”

  Snorting, Brody looked over at him and laughed. “You can’t possible be related to me.”

  “That’s what I kept telling Mom, but she denies it.”

  “I have a feeling that if I go slowly with her she’ll end up running.” Looking over the balcony, Brody stared down into the crowded parking lot. “And I’m not going to let her get away.”

  “This time or ever?”

  Brody turned and looked his brother in his eyes, all trace of kidding gone. “What do you think?”

  “I think that if she’s going to run, she better start now.

  Chapter 2

  Closing the car door behind him, Brody slid on his sunglasses and strolled through the parking lot of the campus, dodging students and fellow faculty alike. Tightening his hold on his leather satchel, he weaved through the crowded sidewalk, eyes darting back and forth in search for a particular familiar face.

  Ever since Saturday night, he had been waiting very impatiently for a phone call from Melissa. He hoped that he might have piqued her interest, because Lord knows that after first seeing her last semester she had piqued his. He was more than a little irked that she hadn’t gotten in contact with him, but he wasn’t going to let that dissuade him.

  Nodding his head to a smiling student, Brody strolled the campus, destination unknown. Lost in his thoughts, he was oblivious to the wanton stares aimed in his direction from the majority of the female population. A man confident with his looks, Brody was well aware of his appeal, but it wasn’t something that he allowed to go to his head. The old adage of “pretty is as pretty does”, was as true today as when it was first murmured.

  Walking to the center of the campus, where many of the students hung out, he stood at the top of the stairs and peered through the mass of people, searching for a glimpse of Melissa. Narrowing his eyes, he meticulously filtered the different faces from his view until his eyes landed on a bent head under a tree. The brown hair, held up in a ponytail, was similar to the color and style of Melissa’s, as was the slope of the shoulders shielding her from prying eyes.

  As if feeling his stare, Melissa looked up and searched her surroundings. Raising her hand, she placed it over her eyes, shielding the glare from the sun as she turned her head, looking around. Brody stood where he was, waiting to see if she would notice him, but her eyes brushed past him as if she didn’t see him. It somewhat annoyed him that her eyes weren’t drawn to him as his were to her. He wanted to overwhelm her senses as she’d done to him. To be the only thing she thought of all day, like he thought of her. Intent on garnering her
attention, Brody walked down the stairs, planning to approach her, when a man flopped down next to her, yanking the book from her hands.

  Frowning, Brody watched their interplay with annoyance. He didn’t like the way she smiled at the other man, and he definitely didn’t like the implied familiarity she had with him. The thought that she might be taken had never occurred to him. It wasn’t as if he was surprised that anyone else might find her attractive, because that certainly wasn’t the case, but the idea of someone else having a prior claim to her didn’t sit well with him.

  As Brody got closer to the tree, Melissa looked up again and saw him. Her surprise at seeing him flashed quickly across her face before she gathered herself together. Her companion looked up as well, and Brody recognized him from one his classes.

  “Ms. Haddan,” Brody said, nodding at her. Turning, he addressed the man with her. “Scott Nelson, right?”

  “Yea, I’m in your lit class,” Scott said, holding out his hand.

  Shaking it firmly, Brody resisted the childish urge to squeeze his hand hard. He wasn’t going to act like a jealous fool until it was time to.

  “I was expecting a call from you,” Brody said, turning to look back at Melissa.

  Her skin darkened in a slightly red flush. “I misplaced your card.”

  Brody wasn’t sure if she was lying or not, but he was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt.

  “I didn’t know you were taking his class this semester,” Scott stated, looking between the two of them, confused.

  “I’m not,” she murmured softly, looking down.

  “Then why…” he stopped and turned in surprise to look at Brody.

  Scott’s amazement made Brody want to shove his fist down the young man’s throat. Why would he be so surprised that he was interested in Melissa? Flushing more, Melissa seemed to catch on to his surprise, and that angered Brody further.

  “If you have time now, Ms. Haddan, I would love to continue our discussion in my office. I’m free until two.”

  “I have class in half an hour,” she stated.

  “It shouldn’t take that long.” He waited, staring down at her. Looking up, Melissa frowned slightly and nodded her head.

  Tossing the books together in her bag, she placed her hand on the ground to push herself up and froze when Brody held out his handr. Ignoring his hand, she said, “That’s okay, I can do it.”

  Bending forward, he took the hand that was on her backpack and pulled gently, until she was standing up.

  “You could have hurt yourself.”

  Throwing back his head, he laughed at her comment. “By you, I seriously doubt it.”

  Melissa look at him confused, before turning to Scott. “I’ll talk to you later.”

  “Call me,” Scott was still looking at her in shock.

  “’Kay.”

  Walking away from the tree, they headed down the sidewalk to his office. They walked in silence for several minutes before Brody’s curiosity got the better of him. “Is he your boyfriend?”

  “Who, Scott?” she asked bewildered.

  “Yes.”

  A huge grin spread across her pretty face, crinkling her eyes behind her glasses. She looked so damn adorable that he wanted to stop right then and there and kiss her.

  “No,” she laughed, smiling up at him. “I’m not his type.”

  “Is he gay?”

  That caused a bigger laugh to escape from between her full lips. “Not hardly, I’m just not his cup of tea.”

  “Do you want to be?”

  “No,” she smiled. “We’re just really good friends.”

  Nodding, he opened the outside door for her, and gestured her down the long hall. “So what is his type?”

  “He likes the famished look.”

  Smiling, he stopped at his office and unlocked the door. Slipping his hand in, Brody turned on the light and held the door open. Shutting the door behind them, he gestured for her to take a seat in the swiveled, cushioned chair in front of his desk. Taking off his jacket, he hung it with his satchel on the coat rack, turned, and faced her.

  “So what’s the real reason you didn’t call me?” he asked, walking around the desk to sit on the corner facing her.

  “I misplaced your card.”

  “It wouldn’t have been hard to find me,” he stated, looking down at her. “I was able to find out you were at school today.”

  “How did you?”

  “I called Harris’s, and asked to speak to you. They said you had class today, so I came in early.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I wanted to see you.”

  “All of this because you wanted to teach me poker?”

  “Among other things, yes.”

  Squinting her eyes, she asked suspiciously, “What things?”

  “Whatever you want to learn,”

  Crossing her arms over her chest, she sat back in her chair and stared at him. “Why do I feel we’re not talking cards here?”

  “Well, I’m not.”

  “Then what are you talking about?” she asked.

  “What do you think?”

  Standing, Melissa pushed back her chair. “Look, Professor Kincaid…”

  “Brody.”

  “Fine, is this some kind of game?”

  “Of course not, Melissa.”

  “It’s Missy, alright?”

  “Missy,” he nodded, testing the name on his lips. He liked it. It suited her, he thought with a smile. She was being so fierce, but he could tell by the way her nipples were protruding from her pink shirt that she wasn’t as oblivious as she was trying to be. “I’m not playing a game with you. I want to get to know you. Is that so hard to believe?”

  “Yes, as a matter of fact it is.”

  “Why?”

  “Oh come on. You have to own a mirror,” she replied sarcastically.

  “So what, you don’t go out with guys with dark hair?”

  “I don’t go out with guys period.”

  “If you tell me you’re a lesbian, I might just drop dead,” he joked, reaching out to push a stray hair off her face.

  “I’m not a lesbian.” She frowned. “I’m fat. And you’re beautiful.”

  Coming off his desk, Brody stood frowning down at her. “You’re not fat, and I don’t like you saying that.”

  “Tough,” she said, stepping back from him. “It’s true, and if you can’t deal with it, that’s your problem.”

  “No, my dear, it’s yours.” Stepping closer to her, Brody pushed the chair away from her and grabbed her hand. Pulling her closer to him, he looked down into her upturned face and said, “If you ever say that again, I’m going to show you how much of a problem it will be for you. You’re not fat, you’re beautiful.”

  Rolling her eyes, she tried to snatch back her hand but couldn’t. “Look Brody, you don’t have to take me on as a project. I’m not some low-self-esteem girl that needs rescuing from a handsome man. I don’t need a pity fuck. I’m a big girl, I can handle the truth.”

  “How’s this for some truth?” he growled pulling her hand down to his hardening crotch. Pushing it against his erection, he bent forward and kissed her hard. His mouth captured hers,and forced her lips apart with his thrusting tongue. Moaning into his mouth, Missy kissed him back, slipping her tongue around his, devouring his mouth. Pulling back, he said huskily, “I know you’re a big girl.” Running his hand up to her breast, he squeezed her full mound, pinching her erect nipple in the process. “That’s one of things I like about you.”

  Spinning her around, he pushed her against the wall, and pressed his hard cock into her backside. Leaning forward, he nibbled on the side of her neck, working his way up to her cheek, ending with a light but firm bite on her earlobe. “If you ever call yourself fat again in my presence, I’m going to tan this delectable backside of yours.”

  “You and what army?” she asked heatedly.

  Pushing his hand around the front of her, Brody kneaded her breasts as he pre
ssed into her from behind. Rubbing his hard cock around her ass must have been having the same effect on her as it was on him, because her nipples were erect and her breathing erratic.

  “Baby, I’m a one-man army,” he bit down on her shoulder blade. She cried out in pleasure as he slipped his other hand down her stomach and palmed her pussy. Squeezing it, he gripped her and pulled her back harder onto him. Moving his fingers up the seam, he unbuckled and unzipped her pants, working quickly to prevent any arguments.

  Slipping his hand inside of her cotton panties, Brody slid his fingers down her covered slit and fingered her wet clit. Missy pushed back against him, arching her breasts as he worked a finger up her wet hole.

  “Look how wet for me you are,” he murmured into her ear. “You’re eating my hand up with this wet pussy. I can’t wait to bury my cock in you.”

  Groaning, Missy rocked against him and Brody felt her body began to tremble. He wondered if she was going to get off from this simple contact, and pressed his palm against her swollen clit, pushing against it as he added another finger inside her.

  “Are you going to come, baby?”

  “Ye… Yes,” she gushed, riding his hand.

  “Good, I want you to.” Pushing into her harder, he rubbed against her ass, and sped up the rhythm of his hand. “Fuck my hand, baby. Ride it until you come against me.”

  “Brody…I…” A knock interrupted her response, and her body tightened up around him. Uncaring, Brody squeezed her nipple harder and rubbed his palm against her clit.

  “No,” he whispered in her ear. “You come for me.”

  Missy raised her hand up to push him away, but Brody shoved another finger into her at the same time. “Come for me now,” he demanded as her body rocked and flooded his hand with juices. Throwing her head back, Missy bit down on her bottom lip to stifle her groan. She shook from the force of her climax, and he held her tightly to him as the person knocked against the door again.

  “Professor Kincaid are you there?” inquired a female voice from outside the door.

  Stiffening against him, Missy looked up at him waiting for his reply. “I’ll be right there,” he said, through clenched teeth.