“You could work if you want,” Monica began. “If you want to make some cash, we could use the help. We promised three girls, but Destiny is sick...okay, she was too high to work, but it’s a guaranteed thousand...”
“Two hundred!”
“Oh, um, right. It’s a guaranteed two hundred each.”
Kia gawked. At first she was so alarmed by the suggestion her mouth dropped, but then she started thinking. “Did you say you’re stripping for a bachelor party?”
“That’s right.”
Kia didn’t know which room Andy was in, but she was told the two parties were in the same hotel. “Hmm,” she thought for a moment, stepping out the elevator with them on the top floor as she considered it. Going to his party seemed like a perfect opportunity to make up for missed opportunities. It was possible she might not get passed the front door, but she had to try. She didn’t want that night to be one more time she wimped out by not revealing her attraction to him. If only she could make him see.
Then it came to her—a perfect idea. “How,” she choked out, determined to give herself no choice but to be brave, “How ’bout this—I’ll come with you, but I’m not dressed as a cop; I can just say I wandered into the wrong room if I take one look at the groom and decide I’m not interested. But if I stay, I’ll give him a free lap dance.”
“That might be better than showing up with two girls, Cherry.”
“Oh, no...” Kia swallowed nervously. “I wasn’t done with my conditions. You have to handcuff him first.” She pointed to the cuffs hanging from their belts. “The thing is...I might know the groom. If it’s him, I intend to let him know I’ve had a thing for him for a long time, but if not...I’m not actually a stripper.”
Cherry and Monica looked just as shocked as Kia was when they asked her to strip, but then Monica said, “That sucks he’s getting married. I hope you get him then. We’ll definitely cuff him to a chair for you. And if he’s the one, we’ll steer clear.”
Her honesty won their trust and friendship. The two nodded in agreement to help her with her ploy. Then the three walked down the long hallway. Finally, they were in front of suite 2243. “I’ll wander down the hall and come in later. How long do you think it will take to bind him?”
“Five minutes tops. One if he’s eager.” Cherry snorted in laughter. “Even the most uptight men are wild animals when in lust.”
“True that!” Monica exclaimed.
Kia continued down the hall. She didn’t stop when the two strippers were ushered into the loud, rowdy suite. When she reached the end of the hall, she flattened her back to the stairwell door and took a deep breath. She was absolutely insane for going through with her actions. But she wanted to make a move on Andy for years, and he’d be off limits by the following evening. Kia didn’t want to always wonder. While handcuffed, he couldn’t push her away, and that was her biggest fear. She liked him too much, and Andy telling her she was too young would be devastating. But now she thought never telling him was worse than being too young. In Vegas she could be brave. People do things they never would in a city as crazy as Vegas.
Kia suddenly pushed off the door and went back to the room. She rapped the metal knocker, and didn’t wait long before it swung open wide.
“Kia.” Andy’s best friend, Aaron, raised an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes skeptically. There was no way Aaron would let her pass, so Kia shoved her way into the room, but he gripped her arms and stopped her. “You can’t come in here.”
“I need to talk to Andy...about...mom. It can’t wait.”
“He already knows her plans. He doesn’t care. So unless Sam is in trouble you need to leave. You’re too damn young to be in here.”
Kia shoved Aaron’s chest hard, but he didn’t loosen his grip.
“Heeeeyyyyy, Kia,” Andy’s younger brother, Brody, cheered when he saw her, and then approached holding a beer and a joint in the same hand. He hugged her, and managed to pry her from Aaron’s grip. She grinned at him for managing it. “I’m so wasted, Kia, and you’re not even tipsy. Stick with me, and I’ll be your stick for the night.”
“Stick?” Aaron asked confused.
“Damn it, man, loosen up! You need to drop twenty bucks to get a fucking blow job, because you’re starting to piss me off. Can’t you see she’s beautiful; she needs a fucking stick.” Brody laughed. “I can’t stop saying stick.” Brody draped his arm around Kia, and the weight was considerable as he leaned against her. She’d never seen Brody so intoxicated. “I’m Kia’s cock block. So see, not too young to be my drinking buddy. Let her live a little.”
“She’s underage and leaving,” Aaron snapped. “She’s jailbait!”
“She’s eighteen and hot!”
“Stop hitting on her. Your brother will kick your fucking ass.”
The bickering gave Kia the perfect opportunity to slip away from Aaron. She left the two arguing, and went searching for Andy. The suite was mostly packed with men, but there were plenty women. Unfortunately, most of the people Kia knew through Andy. She hadn’t thought about how he’d be handcuffed in a room full of people who knew he’d soon be her father. Maybe he’d demand that she not to touch him simply because everyone was watching.
Then she saw him. He was in the middle of the room, handcuffed to the chair by his wrists and ankles. Kia ignored the men who said hi to her, passed them, and walked up to Andy. Cherry and her friend were stripping, removing their buttoned up shirts for the crowd but mostly for Andy when she walked up. Andy looked like he was thoroughly enjoying himself when she came into his peripheral vision. He did a double take when he noticed her. She stood in front of him, and tried not to shake. She was damn gutsy for entering a room full of his friends, and she wasn’t sure if she’d get as far as a lap dance but she had to at least kiss him. He’d know she liked him if she kissed him.
“Kia, what are you doing here?” he asked, more concerned that something was wrong instead of her having sneaky ulterior motives for showing up. Kia began to tremble. She licked her lips, working up the nerve to kiss him. She had to do it. After coming so far, showing up in his room, she had to kiss him.
“Kia, what’s wrong?” he asked when her body shook worse the more she tried to calm her nerves. He looked at his friends. Some were staring at them. He shook his head and shrugged at a buddy of his. “Kia.” Andy smiled, but it slowly faded the shakier she became. “No, baby. No, no, no.” He kept saying no, obviously getting the meaning why she came.
Kia wasn’t going to allow him reject her before she showed him feel how soft her lips were or how passionate she could be despite her age. She refused to let age be factor. “Yes,” she protested, and put her palms on his knees, leaned down, and kissed him.
As so many times before, she was taut with anxiety. She kissed him with pursed lips, held her mouth to his for the length of a slow breath, and then stood. Andy simply gaped at her, confused. There were no sparks in the kiss, just churning butterflies in her stomach, but she chickened out before trying to make it passionate.
Kia was as equally bemused as Andy, but her uncertainty was because she had no idea if Andy kissed her back.
“Aaahhh, shit!” Brody’s drunk ass yelled in a slur. “Did you just see her fucking kiss him?”
His belligerence calmed Kia slightly. His amusement made Kia feel like her actions weren’t so shocking, although most his friends were staring. She glanced at Aaron who was too surprised to stop her, when a moment ago he seemed ready to forcefully toss her out.
“Someone take these cuffs off me!” Andy shouted, and then dropped his voice to speak to Kia, “I’m going to take you back to your room. You shouldn’t be here. I don’t know who put you up to that, but you’re going back to your room.”
Apparently she had more of an audience than she thought because Cherry rushed over with keys. “No, please,” Kia begged. She didn’t want Andy thinking her kiss was some bachelor party joke. She needed to do more than kiss him. Cherry gave a nod of understanding.
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In front of his friends, Kia slipped her finger under her skirt, and tugged down her panties to her thighs. Andy followed the silky white fabric and shook his head as she slowly pulled them down. “Kia, baby, please don’t do this. I’m cuffed and a little drunk, but sober enough to know I can’t let you...” She couldn’t hear anything else he said, because suddenly every man in the room was either loudly cheering her on or watching completely speechless. The applause made Andy squirm. By the time she shimmied her panties to her knees he was talking a mile a minute, trying to stop her.
“Kia, this isn’t you. Stop fucking with me. I don’t know who put you up to this, but I’m going to kick his ass. Don’t do this! Everyone is watching, and you’re not this brave.” Pointing out her cowardice gave Kia all the strength she needed to continue. She was going to give him a sans panties lap dance. Since he was cuffed, he had no choice. In a way, neither did she. Kia had to take it as far as she could—all the way if possible. “Did Brody fucking talk you into this?”
Kia slipped her bottoms off, stepping high to strip her panties, and then she brushed the smooth silk over his lips. He squirmed and the room cheered. “Shh,” she said to get him to stop talking nervously. Until she was sure she kept her panties against his lips long enough that he smelled them, she continued to graze them along his mouth.
“You lucky dog!” Brody bellowed, and because he was trashed, he howled like a horny wolf.
When Andy opened his mouth to yell at his brother for bribing her, Kia slipped some of the silk into his mouth, and said, “He didn’t ask me. Now, stop trying to talk me out of this.” Kia leaned forward, pulled her panties from his mouth with her teeth, and then took them in her hand before skimming them along his shirt to his pants.
“KIA!” He yelled in panic, wriggled in his seat, and struggled to get out of the cuffs. When she brushed her panties over his stiff groin he jolted. “Okay, this isn’t funny. You’re mom’s going to freak, Kia!” He nearly came unglued when she knelt, and started to unbuttoned his fly. “Okay, this is going too far. No, too far was making me taste your pussy. Stop right this minute, Kia Purity Wentworth!” He suddenly roared furiously, “Don’t fucking record this! Turn that off!”
“Dad,” Kia crooned to get his attention, and in case she didn’t have it, she opened her legs. After glancing at her shaved pussy, he stilled long enough to lock eyes on her. She could see his inward struggle brewing. Andy had absolutely no idea how to handle her, and with him in cuffs, he couldn’t.
“Kia, I won’t be mad if you stop right now—at you, I mean; I’m going to kill whoever put you up...”
“Dad,” she interrupted again. “No one asked me to come, well besides the strippers on my way here, but this is my idea. I’ll let your figure out why.” She smiled, and slowly unbuttoned his fly. Andy looked more afraid than ever as she teased him by running her panties over his boxers.
His hard cock hid under thin fabric, and with his jeans no longer constricting him, his shaft spread the gaping hole. He was about to burst free, and with little effort, she’d make sure to free the only part of him she didn’t want confined. She tickled the portion of his stiff, red flesh exposed by the stretched material. His cock was impressive if it strained the cloth.
Andy watched her confused, shocked she was so daring. Everyone was immersed in her every move. They probably wondered how far she’d take this madness; when she saw that they thought she’d run away, she persevered because she wanted him passionately.
Kia slipped a finger into the slit of his boxers. The skin-to-skin touch made Andy jump in his seat, but his dick twitched with excitement. He liked it, but didn’t dare admit it.
His cock was so rigid it sprung free easily when she dipped her finger below his head, and tucked the material below. They were spellbound. They didn’t make a sound, but everyone else chanted “Suck it.” He gaped at her, clearly worried that she would, but Kia had something else in mind.
His magnificent dick throbbed and twitched with his pulse. She licked her lips, and reached for him. Andy tensed and scraped the chair back when her hand neared his cock.
“I can’t let you do this. I just can’t!” He shook his head forcefully, but he wasn’t screaming threats to make her stop; when she wrapped her silk panties around his cock, he didn’t struggle to free himself. He simply let her cover his length from his plump, mouth-watering-red glands to his wide base with her panties and then shuddered when she squeezed.
“You don’t have choice, Andy.”
Kia stroked his length with her panties. She caressed his velvety, stiff cock with silky bottoms. She suppressed a smile when Andy cursed loudly and groaned in need of gratification. Instead of relaxing to the massage, he strained against the cuffs; his body flexed with pleasure, but the cuffs restrained him, forcing him to endure every stroke and caress.
“Shit!” He held his breath, and somehow his strained muscles tightened even more as he was obviously torn between his ethics and his stirring arousal.
“It’s okay if you like my panties on your cock.” She said with dirty talk, hoping his lust would win. Kia hoped the stripper was right, and that every man became wild when instincts drove their beast. Every other man in the room was proving that salacious thoughts raced through their minds.
She glided her panties down his shaft, and watched him shift in his chair as he fought the cuffs to grip her arms. His fingers reached for her arms. Apparently he wanted to hold her back, but he couldn’t find firmer words than “I’m not sure I can let you do this.”
She ignored his halfhearted attempt to dismiss her, and stroked his dick with her panties. She tugged his long cock with her silk, bringing the smooth fabric to his plump end, wetting them with pre-cum. Then she pumped his tip in her fist, squeezing his round cap with her panties. He arched, looked at the ceiling, and groaned, “Fuuuuuuuck!” Then he rested his head on the back of the chair a few times. “So fucking hot!” Each time her fingers swiped over the ridge of his cock he jolted. “I can’t believe this is happening!” There was no doubt he loved her panties stroking him. Then again, his friends watching him get a hand job with panties from his soon-to-be daughter could have been his biggest thrill. Either way, the only thing holding back his lust was the handcuffs, confining him to his seat. He growled in heat when the crowd’s cry of approval turned to lively demands to continue jacking him off; but she took it a step further and licked the pre-cum off his tip.
“This is as close to having my cream on your cock without me fucking you,” Kia stated, knowing he could feel her wet panties with each swipe. “But I do want you thinking about how close these were to my pussy.”
He quivered. He tore his eyes from her hand bobbing up and down his shaft to say, “Don’t...don’t talk dirty, Kia. It’s...a weakness.”
To antagonize him, she said, “I was simply pointing out that any wetness you feel is most likely cream from my pussy.”
He tried to brace the chair, obviously trying to manage his self-control, but the shackles stopped his hands from reaching the armrests; he had no anchor. He didn’t have the strength to deny her anymore, and stared at her with unmistakable desire. Apparently having no choice but accept his soon-to-be stepdaughter’s advances in front of a crowd that would deem him a legend was simply too arousing; and he had no choice when he let out a loud groan, and yelled, “Fuck, you’re sexy, Kia! This is the hottest hand job I’ve ever had!”
His rigid body labored against the cuffs. He was striving to be stronger than steel, and either hold her back or hold her to him. She didn’t know anymore. “This isn’t just a hand job, Andy.” She dropped her mouth to his edible end and circled her tongue around the slick skin. She didn’t suck or lick long; she wanted him deprived of skin-to-skin contact and desperate for more. From the groans that escaped his lips, she could tell he was already indulging his craving.
He lifted his hips off the chair to thrust his dick balls deep between her fist and mouth. Everyone cheered when Andy pumpe
d. The sounds drowned out Andy’s helpless growl. She sucked him to the base, and then stroked him with wet panties as she said, “You’re a bad boy, Andy. I’m in charge, not you.”
He quickly dropped his ass back to the chair, regretting his animalistic behavior. “I can’t Kia. You’re...you. I’m going to be your dad! I’m done. Stop before we can’t. I mean it.”
Kia kept caressing his cock with her panties. She could see his struggle, and hear the forced words he rushed to get out. But he watched her lightly stroke him her tiny panties, using his entire length with each caress. He couldn’t bring himself to protest anymore, when she didn’t stop. A minute passed, and then two, as she continued to wet her panties with his pre-cum, stroked his girth, or on occasion suck his cock. But she blew him only long enough that he wrestled with need and squirmed in the chair.
“This is really hot.” He admitted guiltily, and dared to look at his friends standing around watching. This was Vegas—the city of sin—the city where everyone went to gain a secret. No one was going to tell. They were all part of his private affair, and stood around, loving every lick, suck and caress of their foreplay. Some implored them to fuck.
Kia thought having an audience was hot; to get Andy’s and every other man’s attention, she licked the vein of his cock to his crown and with great suction, guided his shaft into her mouth. Without holding back, she hungrily sucked his cock. He strained and tried to break free.
“Fuck, yes!”
His sounds, his words, his obvious want of her, and the desire of every man in the room made her ravenous. There was a feral greed in her she never knew she possessed. She sucked his cock with craving, unleashing her primitive lust until she was devouring his girth, lapping his balls and bobbing his length rapidly.
Someone unexpectedly pushed her head down, having her take his cock deep into her throat. “Lick his balls!” She opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and tasted as much of Andy as her tongue would reach. She loved how swept away she allowed herself. Raw carnal desire and envy coursed through the room. She was the object of desire, but her greatest reward was Andy’s sudden possession when he snapped. “She’s mine, Brody!”
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