by T. L Smith
He comes and so do I, both within seconds of each other. He tries to hold me where I am, not letting me go when I realize Gabrielle is still there, wanting to be fucked just as badly. I climb down his body, his arms and hands keeping me glued to him, not letting me escape. I place a kiss on his jaw and he loosens his grip enough for me to step back.
Gabrielle is there immediately, on her knees. She removes his condom, then puts her mouth around Mika’s soft cock, making it come back to life. His eyes stay on me until she deep throats him and he closes his eyes.
I pick my dress up from the floor and walk out the door.
Chapter 27
Neither of them notices when I leave the room. I walk out fixing my dress and trying to fix my hair, which is probably situated every which way. Then I slam into a hard body, one that’s familiar.
“Someone has been thoroughly fucked,” Zeke mutters. He cocks his head and I lean on his shoulder, fixing the strap of my heel. “It’s his party and he isn’t even out here,” he continues. I straighten up and smile. “And she smiles ‘cause she just screamed the house down, coming.” He’s cackling now.
“I’m off. Toodles.” I wave, trying to walk past him.
“Does he know you’re leaving?” he questions.
This man is annoying as my brother.
“Nope,” I reply.
“So you came to get your jollies off and now you’re leaving?”
“Jollies? Really? You mean did I come to get fucked by two people then leave a happy customer? Probably not. But hey, that shit was fun.” His eyes bulge.
“Two people?” he questions me.
“Yep, every man’s dream. Two women, one guy.”
He shakes his head. “No woman or man would dare touch Bexley.”
“I would.” I fire back, stirring him up even more. His eyes zoom in on me.
“Don’t you dare,” he threatens me and I roll my eyes at him.
“Don’t worry, your love fest is safe in my hands.” Seriously, what man doesn’t want two women, apart from Zeke?
“Toodles,” I say again, walking past him.
“You’re a crazy bitch, Aria,” he says at my back. I turn to see him shaking his head and smirking.
“Yeah, but you love this crazy bitch.” I blow him a kiss and he shakes his head again.
*****
It’s quiet when I return home since Jagger’s still at the party. He asked why I was leaving, but I didn’t answer and took the car home. Sarena is sitting on my porch, rocking on my swing. She stays silent when I climb the steps, just looking up at me with a blank expression. I hope Dominic didn’t have the talk with her tonight. I have no idea what to say to comfort someone. That shit is completely out of my realm of understanding.
“Come inside,” I offer, opening the door. She follows me up to my room. The room is plain with black bedding. There’s nothing much of me in it, apart from a photo of Jagger and me on my Duchess.
She lies on my queen size bed, slips her shoes off and slides under the covers. I drop the dress and throw on a shirt, not bothering about anything else and lay beside her.
“I should warn you before you take this dangerous route, I sleep a bit crazy.” She raises her eyebrows at me. “I usually start at this end of the bed,” I say pointing to where I am, then indicating to the bottom, “Then end up down there.”
“Nightmares?” she asks me. I shrug my shoulders. Sometimes they are, not all the time.
“Do you want to talk? Or would you rather me tell you what I did tonight?”
“You first.”
“Okay, well I rocked up to the party, looking all hot and shit. Mika wanted me.”
“Of course he did. He is only a man, after all.” She laughs.
“Anyway, he gives me the best head job. Seriously the best, then Gabrielle walks in. She strips and sucks my tits, then I lick her out, then I get fucked so good and so hard. Then she sucks his cock…” I trail off.
“Holy shit, did you go to an orgy?”
“No, she was unexpected. But it was good then I left.”
“You just left? Did Mika know you left?” I shake my head and she laughs.
“I heard what Dominic said to you,” she whispers after a while. “I just left.”
“Left for good?”
She nods her head. “Where do I go?”
“Wherever you want to go, Sarena. The world is your oyster, baby.”
“Will you hold me?” she asks. I’ve never seen her like this. She is truly lost. I scoot closer to her and she turns over. I place my hand around her waist, hers goes on top of mine. “Thank you, Aria,” she whispers, and not too long after we both drift off.
I wake up and feel like I’m in a sauna. My body is producing sweat and I know it’s not meant to be this hot. I have a leg on each of my legs—Sarena is cuddled into one side of me, tucked into my shoulder. Mika has me gripped tightly, stuck to him on the other side. I push up wanting to escape the heat, to stop this sweat.
I manage to throw Sarena off first and she sits up looking at me, then looks next to me and she smiles. “He came in last night not long after we fell asleep.” I look at him, still tucked in his embrace.
“And?”
“And you stopped thrashing. He has it bad.” She fans herself, getting up and walking out the door. I try to escape, but he doesn’t let up.
“I have it bad,” he whispers.
I laugh at him and lay my head back down inches from his. “You do, do you?”
“Oh, I do, so baaad…” he draws it out.
“How do you keep getting in?” I ask, changing the subject.
“I have a key.”
“How on earth did you get a key?” I raise my voice.
“Your brother.”
“He’s about to take his last breath,” I swear.
“Why did you leave last night?” he asks, removing his arm and giving me a chance to move.
“You got your birthday present.” I smile at him.
“I did, but I didn’t want the other. Just you.”
“Don’t go all girly on me, Mika, what we have is fun. Nothing more.” His face morphs to something I haven’t seen, it’s like I just slapped him. He climbs out of bed and dresses. I admire his physique while he pulls on the long pants that he had on last night. He slides them up over his toned legs then over his ass. His shirt is next and he leaves it unbuttoned when he slips on his shoes. He stands holding his jacket, staring at me.
“You just don’t want to make this work, do you? I’ve been trying for absolutely nothing.”
“Let’s get one thing straight. I did not tell you to try, I did not tell you I could offer you more than what I can give. All I can give you is my pussy, and possibly my mouth on occasions. Not once did I say more.” I stand, the shirt I slept in riding up and revealing everything below. His eyes appreciate me for a second before they flick back to my eyes.
“I want you, Aria, I want you so much it hurts to be away from you. What the fuck is that? I sure as shit don’t know, but you don’t give a fuck, do you? Stop shutting people out and let me fucking in.” He steps closer hissing the last part out in my face.
“Leave, Mika. I quit.”
“That’s it?” he throws his hands up in the air, “That’s all you got?”
“You don’t want to see what I’ve got,” I hiss back at him.
“But I do, my dark little beauty queen, I fucking do.” His mouth so close to mine, I pull back. He notices my reaction and walks to the door, opening it and slamming it on his way out.
Chapter 28
One whole month passes without a word from Mika. I haven’t seen him since the morning he left my house and I quit work. Sarena stayed with me for a week before we went our separate ways, I don’t even know where she went. She hasn’t called and I haven’t bothered trying, but I know she’ll call if she needs me. Jagger is hardly home, always flying out to Los Angeles for work with Zeke. I’ve spoken to my father numerous times. I even wen
t and visited my mother in rehab. She was different, more reserved around me. It was odd.
She apologized. She cried. It was uncomfortable and it made me feel weird. I didn’t know how to handle it. She wants me to keep visiting her¸ but I don’t know if I can just yet. Old wounds are hard to hide when they’re out in the open like that.
Jessa is doing better than I would have expected. She’s excelling in school, stopped her Goth dress and is now who she wants to be, with no one to protect anymore.
I just bought a club with the money that I’ve saved and it’s expected to open tonight. It’s a male strip joint, just like Magic Mike, but without the clothes. I know what woman want, I know how to make them pay me real dollars for what they aren’t getting at home. I even have rooms set up at the back for the extra services.
My Thrall that I rescued from that bitch’s house is actually my main guy. His name is Derrick and I actually like him, a lot. He’s back to normal, just the way he was when I first took him. His lips are luscious, his body hard and dark. The girls are going to go crazy over him.
He was reluctant at first to work with me, to be set free, as he’s still scared of me. I don’t blame him. He has tremendous respect for me as well, which I admire. He was in a bad way when I grabbed him, he was hard on drugs and owed a lot of money to some dangerous people. I may have broken him, but I also rescued him.
The music beats loud, the bartenders are shirtless, and the drinks are being set up. In five minutes the doors open for the first time. It’s VIPs only tonight, those that could afford my price of admission get to come first and experience the Heaven to Sin. Yes, that’s what I named it.
I know most of the clientele coming are the rich socialites that were aware that I had opened a new place. Some are new, but it should be good. Opening night tickets alone have paid for this place. It still amazes me what people will pay for sex.
“Aria, you have ten minutes to be ready,” Derrick tells me. I nod my head and walk off. I’ve made him manager and he never has to sleep with another woman again. It’s solely his choice. He chose to manage and he didn’t want anything else. I was fine with his decision.
I dress in black leather pants, with heels so high that I had to practice wearing them for days before I was confident enough that I could walk out on stage in them. My shirt cuts off just under my breasts. I’m not going to lie, my stomach is my favorite part of me. I’ve worked damn hard to get it flat and to have this shape. My hair is up and pinned high, the ends dropping down on my shoulders as I turn my head. My eyes are smoky and dark with color.
I even invited my father tonight, but he isn’t sure if he’ll come or not. I told him what I had bought and my ideas for the place. He looked shocked at first, but that soon turned into an impressed look. Jessa walks in, dressed in all blue and fans herself.
“Those men out there…wahoo!” She continues to fan herself.
“Stay away from them,” I warn her. Most of them want sex and they get it any way they please.
“Even the filthy rich clients? ‘Cause there are a few of them…” she trails off.
“What?” I ask confused. I didn’t invite any men.
“There are some lookers out there in the audience.” She points past the stage to where everyone is seated.
Derrick comes backstage and my sister blushes and turns her head away from him. He looks at her and his mouth stops working, his jaw dropped open. I click my fingers in his face to draw his attention to me.
“Right, umm…you’re on,” he says looking back to Jessa and walking out.
“And stay away from him,” I warn her, which promptly gets me a pout. The music starts, and I stand behind the curtains waiting for them to open. Walking confidently out to the mic stand, I cock my hip to the side excitement radiating from me.
“Welcome to my own Heaven to Sinnn,” I draw out the last word, and people start clapping and cheering.
“We have rules. As most of you know, I love rules.” My hand slides down my stomach and stops. “But we also have fun, and fun in all ways that lead you to hell.” The cheers grow louder.
“You will have dancers that will make you want to drop your panties to the floor and lay down, asking them to take you now. But ladies…I have a room for that, so no panty dropping till you’re in my Heaven to Hell rooms.” Screams start as five dancers walk out on stage behind me. All shirtless. They position themselves around me, drop down and pick me up so I’m sitting like I’m on a chair.
“Who’s ready for some fun?” I yell and they all scream, “Yes.”
“Who’s ready for some hot, steamy, lose all your senses kind of fun?”
The men place me down and they stand in a straight line. I walk from one to another, my hand running over their abs one at a time.
“Enjoy ladies. If you’re bad, really bad, it’ll be me you deal with. And I know most of you don’t want that.” I wink at the crowd, walking off stage. The music starts with a different kind of beat and one dancer stays on stage. The rest follow me backstage as they begin preparing for their shows.
“There’s money like you’ve never seen tonight. Do what you do best, do what you need to do, and if something goes wrong come to me,” I tell the men. They all nod their heads in understanding. They probably think I can’t do much, but most don’t know me or know that I’m not what I appear to be. Derrick is the biggest and probably strongest. He has the most respect for me, which leads them to do the same. I know he wouldn’t tell them, he wouldn’t tell anyone what happened to him. Even if people would dare questions his scars, some of which I inflicted.
“Now, why didn’t I think of this?” a voice booms as soon as I leave the dressing room and enter my office. Bexley and Zeke are sitting on my couch. I raise my eyebrows and join them.
“You can’t have all the brains,” I tell him. Bexley looks through the one-way glass, to the direct view of the stage. I put that little touch in and I’m not afraid to admit that watching hot men shake their ass all night long is definitely not a crazy idea.
“I like it. I want to invest,” Zeke says, throwing a check on my desk. I look down at the numbers and it’s double what I initially invested in the club.
“Are you trying to buy my business?” I ask him.
He laughs and shakes his head. “No, I want to invest, Aria. Give you what you need. Bodyguards, accountants, lawyers…” he goes on explaining.
“I’ll think about it,” I tell him, which I may or may not. I created this place. It was a strip joint when I bought it, but I’ve had it redecorated. The rooms are black, creative lighting is everywhere to get the right mood that’s required. There are private rooms, all with cameras—it’s absolutely magnificent. A high-end place.
“You going to get a dance, Bex?” I ask her, leaning on my hands and watching them trying not to smile.
“Like hell,” Zeke says, standing and pulling her up. “She came to support. Now she’s leaving, never to step foot in here again,” he says looking out the window to a man that is practically fucking a woman on stage.
“Just one dance?” she teases him and winks at me. He glares at me, his face hard.
“She’s a bad influence on you,” he says it like a father would berate, then looks back to her. “I will dance with you all night, Pixie” he whispers to her. I make barfing sounds, loudly pretending I’m going to be sick. Zeke laughs at me and Bexley waves as she’s pulled out the door with him.
“Five minutes, boss,” Derrick pops his head back in then straight back out. He’s really good and I’m keeping him and never letting him go again.
Chapter 29
“Didn’t that just make you hot?” I fan myself as the light dims on the stage. The spotlight is shining on me as I walk through the throngs of ladies at the tables. They cheer their agreement loudly.
“I have a surprise for two lucky ladies. Stallion and Rodeo here want to take a special someone backstage, to my Heaven to Hell rooms. Who wants to dip their fingers in a slice of
hell, ladies?” The two men flank me and look around the room.
“Hands up if you want to go to hell?” Every single hand I can see flies up in the air. Who knew people would want sex that bad?
The men walk off and pick two ladies. They’re not doing it for free, I will be paying them instead of the clients. Unless they return, which I can guarantee they won’t.
The music starts up again and another dancer comes on stage. Now it’s my turn to mingle, to ensure satisfaction of all clients. I walk around and spot Carol, my first client. I met her at one of the parties I attended. She smiles and waves me over to where she’s sitting with three other ladies, whose eyes are glued to the stage.
“I haven’t seen you in so long and I just love what you’ve done here.” She gestures to the general area of the establishment.
“Thank you, Carol, I hope you enjoy yourself and plan to return.” Her friends cheer loudly as the man on stage rips his shirt off and dances around wildly.
“Oh, that’s something I can guarantee.” She turns back to watching the stage.
I walk away planning to mingle more when I see Jessa at the bar talking to a man who looks very familiar. I straighten up and walk over there, stopping just before I reach them. I think I may just walk away and act as if I never saw him.
I take a step back, but Jessa spots me and smiles sneakily making Mika turn around to face me. He sees my withdrawal and straightens his stance. He isn’t dressed in his typical suit and tie today. No, he’s dressed like someone I would want to date if I did date. Nice dark jeans, slight tears in them. Black loose shirt with a pocket over the breast showcasing all his tattooed sleeves. Hair messy, like someone just ran their fingers through and tousled it up. His warm chocolate eyes meet mine and he just stares, not looking up and down my body like he usually does, instead just running his eyes over my face.
Why did he have to come?
Why is he here, making me want him so bad?
“Aria,” he acknowledges, turning back to pick up a drink and walking closer to me. “I’m impressed,” he says, looking around while I can’t seem to look at anything or anyone but him. His appearance has thrown me for a loop. He looks so young, so different. More like me. Not his usual business self.