by Teri Kay
After meeting G at The Cave the first time, I went home and Googled him to find out what he was really all about. He was known for being the NFL playboy. He broke women’s hearts as often as he broke his opponents’ noses. He was a strip club frequenter and liked to date and show his women off. But at the same time, women gushed about him, how he had a big heart and cuddled like a teddy bear. When it came to G here at the club, I had a job to do. I knew it would be whole different ball game if I saw him outside of the club on my own time. If that’s what “hang out” meant. I just didn’t think I could be the kind of girl G would expect me to be. Ugh, I’m rambling again.
I stopped by the main bar to grab a drink from Rose. As I sat there with her, I glanced up at the VIP booths and could see Nathan looking directly at us. Shit. I knew he deserved an explanation. I had no idea why I was afraid to give it to him. Yes, I did. I really liked him. I couldn’t risk some strip club regular finding out what my real job is. And I didn’t want to face rejection again when he found that I could never give him a family. Nope not worth it.
I grabbed my drink and sauntered my ass up to G in his booth right next to Nathan’s. “Back so soon, big guy?” I asked as I sat down next to him.
“When you look this damn good, baby girl, how could I not?” he growled, waving his hands in front of my body.
“I was hoping I’d see you tonight, so I decided to wear something extra sexy,” I whispered back. Completely not true, but this job was all about playing into our customers. And G was just another customer. Tonight I wore a black and pink lace lingerie set. It was absolutely gorgeous. It was one of those pieces that covered your stomach but had open sides and a back. My boobs and crotch were only covered by a thin piece of black lace. It unsnapped behind the neck giving my girls easy release when it was time. “Let’s go someplace more private,” I told him.
Knowing damn well I had to walk by Nathan’s booth, I took G by the hand and led him into the private rooms. I needed Nathan to see this. If I pissed him off bad enough, he’d stop watching me and neither one us would get hurt by the situation. But how far was I willing to go with G to make that happen?
When we got to the empty room, G sat down and roughly pulled me down on his lap. This man was more than double my size, there’s no possibility I could pull away even if I wanted to. The problem was, I didn’t think I wanted to. The women on the internet were right, G was like a giant teddy bear.
“You really are a beautiful lady, Vaughn,” G said as he pushed a fallen hair behind my ear. Ah, there’s that name again. Vaughn. The fake me. Each time G saw me I had on my brown wig, and different color eyes. I guess it was so dark in the club he didn’t notice.
“Why, thank you. You’re not too bad yourself there, big boy,” I teased as I batted my long fake eyelashes at him.
“Dance for me, Vaughn,” he said in his drawn out ultra-sexy voice. Damn accents.
“Of course.” I played Nice and Slow by Usher on the speakers. I took a few steps back so he could see all of my body, and started slowly moving in front of him. Dancing is all about the suggestive movements and eye contact. And with G, none of it was hard. I untied the ribbon that held my top together down the center I started rubbing my nipples until they were fully erect. Turning myself around, I backed up until I was sitting directly on his lap. “Untie me, G.”
He did as I told him to, also making sure he ran his massive hands directly down my side, over my hips and left them there. My top fell to the floor. Slowly, I raised my arms and held my hair up, exposing my entire backside as I grounded my hips into his ever growing erection. As I leaned all the way into him, I rested my head on his shoulder, and exposed my tits to him. His body felt so strong, it encouraged me to keep going when I heard the sultry moan escape from his throat.
There was a moment of quiet when the song ended. “Vaughn, would you be willing to take it all off for me tonight?” G asked. “I really want to see all of this beautiful body in front of me.”
I knew G had a reputation for expecting more from the girls, so what exactly did he want from me? As Pour it Up by Rhianna came on, it reminded me that this was all about the money, but I still wouldn’t compromise my limits.
“One condition. I will dance completely nude, but hands off big guy,” I said sternly. G nodded. With that, I began to slowly take off the lace bottoms I still had on, moving my body with the rhythm of the song. Rocking my hips back and forth, I slowly cupped my own breasts. I moved closer to him, and could see the pure lust in his eyes. I could now understand how women could get swept up by him. He was fine as hell. After the other night with Nathan, and now tonight dancing again for G, the ache that was forming between my legs screamed to push his large erection in front of me, deep into my core. It had been too long since I'd felt the touch of a man.
I have no idea what the next song was, but G requested three songs, so I kept dancing. Even completely nude, there was something about him that made me feel comfortable. Moving onto G's lap, I rubbed my breasts close enough to his face that I felt his warm breath against my nipples. I could only imagine that he'd be an awesome fuck. I bet Nathan would be an awesome fuck as well. I bet these two men fucking me together would be fantastic. Holy shit, where did that come from?
Knowing the song was coming to an end, I was going to make damn sure I had control of my own release tonight. I shifted myself on G’s lap, again with my back towards him, but this time we were both facing the mirrors. I used one hand to pinch my right nipple and used the other hand to gently rub my clit. I continued to go faster and harder until I felt the orgasm creeping through every inch of my body. My eyes popped open and looked directly into G’s as I gave myself my first orgasm in weeks. Holy freaking hotness…
“Damn, baby girl,” he growled.
As I was changing and cleaning up for the night, Vanessa came in and handed me an envelope. “What’s this?” I asked. She shrugged her shoulders and walked out. Jade and Bree were by my side in an instant, like moths to a flame, waiting for me to open the envelope. They both knew that I spent the evening in a private room with G. I stepped away, so I could look at whatever this was first. I pulled out the note.
Vaughn,
You rocked my world tonight, baby girl.
I am in town for a couple weeks.
Let me take you to dinner.
I’ll be in touch soon.
RG
Along with the note, he attached three thousand dollars. Holy shitballs! I wasn’t sure if I should’ve been ecstatic or pissed off. Why was I confused about this? I danced for a rich man and he tipped me well. But now what? I was not a prostitute. I showed the girls the note, and of course being the two youngest of all of us are here, they were completely jealous. I needed to give Vanessa a call for some advice
“I can’t believe G tipped you three grand, Vaughn,” Bree shouted as we bounced down the hall to our cars.
“Yeah, it was a crazy night tonight,” I said.
Out of nowhere, Nathan appeared in the hallway and stood in front of us. “Did I hear that fucking right? G tipped you three grand, Vaughn?” I could see the anger in his eyes and heard it in his voice. “I should have listened to my instincts. You are no different than the rest of them. You bitches are all the same,” Nathan almost snarled at us, before storming out the back door.
“What the fuck was that all about?” Damon came out of his office; furious.
“I have no idea, Mr. White,” Bree answered. “Vaughn and I were discussing her tip from a VIP tonight and Mr. Sims came unglued.”
I stood there stunned. What the hell was Nathan’s problem? I understood he was pissed off at me, but I wouldn't let him put my job in jeopardy. I needed the money. G’s tip just paid three months’ rent for me. “I will fix it, Mr. White. Sorry.”
I ran out the door after Nathan but he was already long gone. I pulled out my phone and brought up his number.
Me: WTF Nathan?? Meet me at my house in 20 minutes. We need to talk.
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nbsp; I didn’t hear back from Nathan, so I had no idea if he was coming over or if he even got my message. But when he pulled up an hour later, I assumed he was trying to gain the upper hand by showing up when he wanted to. It was after three in the morning, and the last thing I wanted to do was cause any kind of disturbance in my complex. I stood there in the doorway as he walked up in an effort to keep Roxy from barking. I could smell the beer on him as he stood on my front porch waiting for me to invite him in.
“Have you been drinking?” I asked.
“Why yes, Mother! Am I in trouble?” Nathan sneered in the same smart ass tone he’d used before.
“What the hell, Nathan? Come inside, please.” He followed me and I grabbed us some water before we both sat on the couch. He'd been drinking but he wasn’t drunk.
“Did you fuck G?” Nathan bold faced asked me.
“No.”
“Did you suck his dick?” I could see the hurt and anger mixed in his face.
“Nathan.” I frowned. “No.”
“Then why in the fuck would G tip you three grand? Tell me truth Ryann,” Nathan said flatly.
Ouch. He used my real name. Well, why wouldn’t he. I hoped that’s not who Nathan thinks of me as. “I don’t know. He likes me I guess.”
“Bullshit, Ryann!” he yelled. This caused Roxy to look up to see if I needed protection.
“Fine!” I yelled back. “I danced nude for him. Is that what you wanted to fucking hear? This is my job, Nathan. That tip tonight paid my rent for three fucking months. You have no idea what that kind of money means to someone like me. I don’t make a ton of fucking money with the drop of the fucking cards. And why the fuck do you even care?” Damn, I was crying again. Why did this man always make me cry?
“Because I care about you Ryann,” Nathan admitted as he wiped the tears off my cheek.
Kiss Me Slowly
How much more could I question Ryann about G? I knew this was her job, I mean damn it was my club. But I knew his reputation. G and his buddies’ faces had been plastered all over the tabloids regarding his quick and scandalous relationships with women. That was the last thing I wanted for Ryann. She’s new to this business, but she can’t be that naive. She seemed like the type of woman that if I were to tell her something she would do the exact opposite.
“Truth?” Ryann nodded to my question. “I was jealous of G. I like you, Ryann. I understand that this is your job. But not with G, in a room where I can’t see you.”
“Truth?” she asked me. Of course I nodded and softly took her hand. “I like you too, Nathan. But I need this job.” She took a deep breath, choosing her next words carefully. “My life has been in a constant tail spin since my divorce. Yeah, I’m divorced. You are the first guy I've even talked to, no less kissed, since my ex. The other morning, you took me to the same spot I got married.”
“Fuck me. Really? Oh, butterfly, I'm so sorry. I had no idea,” I said as I pulled Ryann into my lap. “I would have never…” She stopped me by gently placing her lips on mine.
“Shhh… I never said anything. My shitty marriage is something I choose not to talk about. There's no way you could have known anything. I’m sorry for ruining our first date.”
I delicately kissed her nose. “That wasn’t our first date. When I take you out on a date it will be a night you will never forget. We’ve all been in bad relationships that leave us with memories that haunt us. Trust me, I understand.”
“Nathan?” Ryann softy said my name. Just hearing her say my name made my dick jump in my shorts. Her voice was so soft and sexy.
“Yeah?”
“Take me to bed or loose me forever,” she giggled.
“Did you just flippin’ quote Top Gun?” I asked.
“Hell yes! Best movie ever!” Her laugh had now become a belly laugh; she almost fell off my lap.
I think she was deliriously tired. “C’mon. Let’s get you to bed, silly girl.” I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to her room. I could see the droopiness in her eyes.
“I need a shower,” she informed me.
I carried Ryann into the bathroom and gently sat her down on the oversized bench. Walking over to the shower, I started the water for her. Should I give her privacy? Should I get in with her? My mind raced like I was a damn chick or something. What the fuck was wrong with me?
“I’ll give you some privacy, butterfly,” I regretfully said, as I turned to walk out.
“Thanks. Nathan? Will you be here when I get out?”
“Do you want me to be?” Ryann looked me right in the eye and nodded. “Then there’s no place else I’d rather be.” I smiled at her and shut the door.
Heading into the kitchen, I switched on the Keurig and made us some hot tea to unwind from our night. I threw Roxy on her leash and took her for a quick walk out to my truck, and grabbed a pair of sweats from my gym bag. Damn, this all felt so normal. When I came back in I could hear the shower was still going so I knew I had a few more minutes.
I changed, brought the tea to her room, and laid down on what I hoped wasn’t her side of the bed. I grabbed my phone and started scrolling my calendar to begin planning my visit with Ella in the next few weeks. When Ryann walked out the bathroom, my jaw all but hit the ground. The woman was a natural fucking beauty. Her blonde hair and brown eyes shined, especially when she wasn’t covered up with all that stage makeup. Her curves were natural and her body was tight. I could see even through the pajama shirt she had on. I couldn't wait to sink my cock deep into that voluptuous ass, but that would have to wait. Because even as beautiful as she was, I sensed a deep nervousness within her.
“I hope this is okay with you? I can go share the couch again with Roxy,” I laughed. I really hoped my asshole behavior earlier wouldn't get me kicked out of her bed. She didn’t deserve how I'd treated her. All I wanted to do was be close to her, helping both of us relax from a couple of shitty days.
“It’s perfect,” Ryann said as she climbed into bed next to me and grabbed her tea. “Thanks for the tea… and for coming over tonight…I’m sor—”
“Shhh,” I interrupted her, and put my lips on hers. I knew she was going to apologize for things that just didn’t require any apologizing for. “No apologies. Do you know what I’m sorry really means?” I asked. She shook her head. “It means you’re never going to do it again. Are you going to make me jealous and act like an idiot again? Probably.” I could start to see her smile come out. “So neither one of us can apologize for these things. Instead we just kiss and makeup.”
With that, I took the coffee mug from her hand and placed it on the nightstand. I stood up and moved around to the other side of the bed, and swiftly crawled on top of my girl. Yeah, she was mine. I was going to make sure she knew it very soon. I placed a gentle kiss directly behind her ear and more down her neck. I loved the soft moans Ryann made when I kissed her. Her fingers began to gently rub my sides. When a girl ran her nails up and down my sides, it was my fucking kryptonite. I was putty in her damn hands and I was sure she could feel my cock getting bigger against her leg. She moved her hands down and started playing with the elastic band on my pants.
“You’re playing with fire there,” I whispered onto her lips. I propped myself up on my elbows and looked at her. “Ryann, I cannot wait to kiss every inch of your gorgeous body and see if the rest of you tastes as good as your lips. I can’t stop thinking about burying my cock deep inside your warmth while you scream only my name.” I watched her brown eyes grow dark with desire. “But not tonight. I want the night I claim you as mine to be something you never forget.” I leaned over and kissed those luscious pink lips that have screaming at me to devour them. I couldn’t help myself from thinking that she had already been naked for G tonight. When I make my butterfly soar it will be a night shared only by the two of us.
Pulling her body close to mine, she laid her head on my chest and sprawled one leg over both of my legs. Her fingers slowly rubbed my chest, and I quickly got lost in the fresh s
cent of her coconut hair. It didn’t take long for both of us to fall asleep.
***
“Mmmm…Ryann…toes in the morning…that’s some kinky shit,” I mumbled half asleep with barely open eyes. I'd been dreaming about Ryann and I sitting poolside at the Bellagio after I won a tournament tickling our toes in the water.
“Hey, sleepy head. You’re awake,” Ryann said as she appeared in the doorway.
If Ryann was at the door, who was licking my toes? “Ahhh! Roxy!” I yelled and pulled my legs up. Ryann burst out laughing.
“I warned you. Get up. I made Rose’s banana pancakes.”
“Yum. If it came from Rose then I know it tastes good.”
“Well, thanks,” Ryann huffed.
“That’s not what I meant. I’m sure you made it with more love.” Oh shit? Did I just say that? I got up and followed her into the kitchen. Embarrassed about what I said, I gave her a kiss on the cheek and sat down on the stool behind the counter. I did love to watch this woman. Maybe I was the creepy, stalker guy.
“Any plans for today?” Ryann asked as she made our plates.
“I need to go talk to Damon. Last night was not cool. That was an “I’m sorry” moment. I will not act like that again. What are your plans?” I returned the question.
“Every Friday during summer vacation Ali, Rose’s daughter, and I have a standing lunch date. We go eat, and then go to the movies, shopping or something fun like that. Today we're bathing suit shopping, because Auntie Ry buys the cool stuff. What can I say, I'm a pushover for that one,” she smiled as she talked about Ali. It made me miss my J-Ella Bean even more.
“One day you will make a beautiful mother, Ryann,” I told her. And with that her sparkle was gone. She abruptly turned and started clearing our plates. What the hell did I say now?
“Will I see you at The Cave tonight?” she asked, his voice curt.
“I was planning on it. Everything alright, butterfly?” I asked as I walked up and put my arms around her waist. “Did I say something to upset you?”