Accepting Cherry

by Chrissy Snyder

  He begins stroking himself and watching me as I watch him. I reach out and swipe a finger across the pearly fluid that his seeping from his slit and bring it to my mouth, tasting him. He reaches his hands down, pulling me up and off the couch so that he can sit down, tugging me down so that I’m kneeling in front of him. I know what he wants, and I want it too. I grip his cock with my hand and lick him from base to tip, stroking up and down. My saliva is making a slippery path for my firm strokes. The head of his cock is leaking. I lick off every drop in between my strokes. With my eyes on his face, I take him deep into my mouth and suck.

  “Harder, Charisa, it won’t break,” he hisses out at me.

  I take him at his word and suck him as hard as I can, hollowing my tongue as I flutter it along the underside of his head. I pull him as far back into my throat as I can and swallow around him. He is thrusting his hips, fucking my mouth and moaning loudly. He taps the top of my head and pulls me off of him, so that I’m straddling his lap. I slide my wet pussy along his hard length, coating him in my cream. He groans and reaches for a condom that he had placed on the arm of the couch. I watch with rapt attention as he tears it open with his teeth and rolls it down his cock. I’m nervous and trembling, not knowing what to expect, only letting my hormones lead me. He lines up his cock at my opening and places his other hand on my hip, guiding me. I slowly slide down, my skin burning hot. I feel full, a burning and stretching sensation, but not pain. It’s just uncomfortable.

  “Just a bit more,” he says softly. “Then it’s all in. It’s so fucking tight. Why are you so tight, Charisa?”

  There’s more? I take a deep fortifying breath and push myself down harder and feel a breech, then a sting. It hurts more now, but I like it. I suck in a sharp breath and sit still, trying to get used to the full feeling.

  “You’re a virgin?”

  “Not anymore,” I retort smartly.

  I wake, shooting straight up in bed, my skin clammy and wet. I run to the bathroom and empty the contents of my stomach, my throat raw and my nose stinging. My legs are cramping and my knees are sore from kneeling on the cold tile floor. I’m holding myself up by the bowl, the tears flowing freely down my face. I gave that man everything, every part of me. I was planning our future while he planned my demise.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Sawyer

  I couldn’t sleep last night thinking about Cherry and my feelings for her. It’s gone past obsession. I don’t think this is just about sex either, because if it were just about the chase I would have given up by now. I’ve been to the club multiple times to watch her perform, and each time I go I want her more. She elicits a response in me that goes beyond the physical and I don’t understand it. A change is taking place…. I can feel it.

  I tossed and turned all night, rehashing her attack in my mind. I keep picturing her innocent face wet from her tears, and all I can remember is her saying, “Not again, please not again.” My skin crawls when I think of what that fucker did, and what damage he could have done had I not been there. I grit my teeth in anger just from thinking about it.

  I need to vent some of these frustrations and the best place to do that is the gym. I gather all my shit up and throw everything into my saddlebags, eager to get to the gym. I drive with one thing on my mind: arriving quickly. I flash my badge at the attendant as I walk through the door and head to the dressing rooms to put my gear in a locker. I think I’m going to start with weight training first and then finish off with cardio. The bench press is free so I start there, wiping down everything and putting the weights on that I need. I lie down and get comfortable, pulling the bar down to my chest and exhaling as I push up. I should be using a spotter, but right now I just don’t give a fuck.

  I continue until my arms burn. I’m ready to move on to the next machine when I notice Cherry out of the corner of my eye. Fuck she looks hot! She’s wearing the smallest pair of shorts I’ve ever seen and a sports bra with a loose fitted t-shirt over it. Her hair is pulled back in a fancy braid and her face is makeup free. Thank fuck. I hate seeing girls at the gym with makeup on. Those are the girls only here to pick up guys. She has dark circles under her eyes. I guess she didn’t sleep well either. I watch as she lies down at the bench press on the opposite side of the room from me and starts doing her reps. I walk over, unable to leave her alone.

  I watch and listen as she breathes out with each push up of the bar, and I have to resist the urge to adjust myself. I’m wearing a thin pair of basketball shorts that hide nothing. I don’t think anyone wants to see me walk around with a boner. I place my hands around the center of the bar, not exerting any weight. “You shouldn’t be lifting without a spot. You could hurt yourself.” She looks at me and pushes up one last time before returning the bar to its resting place.

  “You like sneaking up on people?” She sits up, quickly grabbing her towel and wiping at the sweat rolling down her face. She looks incredibly sexy to me and I want to run my tongue along her skin, tasting her salty skin.

  “Sorry,” I say smiling, lying through my teeth. “It’s not my fault I spotted a sexy girl at the gym. I was minding my own business and there you were, so I thought I’d come by and say hello. You know… I wouldn’t want to be rude and all.”

  “No, I suppose we wouldn’t want that,” she says sarcastically. “Hi.” Her smile gives her away. Fuck, she looks good, good enough to eat. I want to bury my face between her legs until she’s screaming my name.

  I really need to divert my thoughts to something that won’t give me away. “I’ve never seen you in here before. Did you just start coming here?”

  “I prefer to come in mid-day because most people are still at work,” she says still smiling at me. “Plus, it’s close to home.”

  I stare at her lips as she speaks. Then I think of the other night and mentally kick myself for not asking if she’s ok. “Are you ok from the other night?” I watch as the redness creeps up her chest and neck, covering her face. She drops her eyes to the ground and I can see her body trembling. Fuck me, but I’m an ass. Here she was smiling and having a good time and I’ve brought up a shitty memory.

  Way to go, Sawyer, you dumb fuck.

  She’s strong, because she takes a deep breath and then looks at me, smiling and nodding. “Yeah, I’m fine.” I don’t want to harass her or come off as a creep. I need to gain her trust, so maybe if she sees me in little bursts she’ll change her mind. I slowly reach over and push a stray strand of hair behind her ear and notice her shiver, goose bumps now appearing on her skin.

  “That’s good to hear,” I tell her softly. “I’ve got to run, but it was really good seeing you.” I turn around and walk away, wishing like hell I could kiss her again.

  I head to the dressing rooms and place my palms on the locker, punching it without thought. I run my hand through my hair and grab my shower stuff from my locker, setting it on the bench. Grabbing the collar of my shirt I pull it over my head, throwing it in my locker, followed by shorts and briefs. I grab my three-in-one and a towel and walk to the showers naked. I turn on the water and step under the spray, almost groaning aloud as the hot water soothes my sore and aching muscles.

  I remember all of the shit I have to do and errands I have to run, leaving no time to stand here. I finish my shower in less than five minutes and I step out to dry off. I pull out clean boxer briefs, jeans, and a t-shirt and pull everything on, spritzing a bit of cologne on my shirt. I comb my fingers through my hair, moving it out of my eyes. I throw all my shit into my bag and head out back to the parking lot where I left my bike.

  The ride home isn’t a long one, but it does give me enough time to think of Cherry and how beautiful she is. She’s so tiny her head barely reaches my armpit, her eyes big, wide, and innocent. I run my hand over my chest. I feel an un-explainable pinch in my chest.

  Once home I grab my dirty gym stuff and head in through the back door where the laundry room is. I’ve got about four loads: one white, one dark, towels, and bedding.<
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  Once I’ve sorted everything I put a load in, adding the detergent and fabric softener before hitting the start button. I’m now starving from burning the calories. My famous spaghetti sauce sounds good. It freezes really well and it’s the one dish I can make without ruining. It’s mom’s family recipe and uses ground beef, ground pork, and ground veal, along with fresh tomatoes and basil. My mouth is watering just thinking about it. A man can’t cook without music and a drink or it’s boring.

  I pick my playlist and set my iPod on its speakers before hitting play. Sam Smith’s soothing voice plays through the speakers. No, I’m not a pussy. I just like his voice. I like a lot of different music. It isn’t long before I’m humming along as I chop all the vegetables while the meat is browning in the pan. I pull a beer out of the fridge and twist the cap off, bringing it to my mouth for a long swig. I can feel my throat muscles work as I swallow the large, cold gulp. The fresh smell of basil and tomatoes start to circulate in the room. I boil some water and add the pasta, making enough for tonight’s meal and a leftover lunch. The rest of the sauce I’ll freeze to pull out at a later time.

  I plate my masterpiece once the pasta is soft and walk it to the bar to sit down. While I’m eating and savoring each bite my mind goes back to Cherry. My schedule is open tonight. I think that I’m going to head back to the club to see Cherry. Maybe she’ll give me a shot. It can’t hurt to try.

  Chapter Twenty

  Cherry

  I arrive at work an hour early and I spend that time hanging up all the outfits that I picked up at the cleaners. Salem is early as well and is still fairly new here at Pair-a-dice. She has chestnut colored hair, which is very thick and hangs past her bottom. Her eyes are brown, ringed in amber. Her eyes are very large and innocent looking. She looks like Bambi, all doe-eyed, hence her stage name, Fawn. Roger wants us to call each other by our stage names at all times, except outside of work.

  Fawn is a sweetheart and new to stripping. I sense that she is hiding some secrets. Of course, I hold so much of myself back I can’t expect her to just open up to me. Maybe this is another relationship I can build and nurture. I’m truly trying to think positive, to have hope, and as such, I need to move forward in trying to trust. Roger asked me to work closely with Fawn, giving her any advice that she needs, and I agreed. I’m more than happy to work with her. She’s a doll. We are going on stage together tonight. I’ve come up with a really fun routine and I hope that our customers love it, as well as Roger.

  Roger really trusts me, and my ideas. He is a big source of encouragement for me. I trust him, likely because he’s never tried to seduce me or make me believe something that isn’t so. Roger is just Roger…and to tell you the truth, I don’t even know if he has someone special in his life. Maybe I need to remedy that too, and build a friendship on top of our professional relationship. I’m really hoping he’ll love the show tonight. He is always telling me to keep up the good work, help the new girls that are hired, and then he’ll give me a bonus. I want that bonus. Badly. I’ve been so good with socking money away, saving for my future, but I also really want a vacation away. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll have someone to travel with this year. God, I sure hope so.

  I put the finishing touches on my makeup and look over at Fawn. She’s standing in the wings, ready to go out, when the music queues up. She looks incredible, and a bit nervous. She is wearing all white from head to toe, along with angel wings. We’re going to use her innocence and play it up by having her go out on stage and whisper, “This is my first time. Can y’all help me?” I see her take a deep breath and glide out on stage.

  I hear the reaction the men are giving her and smile to myself, and then grin even broader after her whispered line. The men all scream and holler. Good girl. I ready myself, as it’s almost my turn to come out on stage with her. I’m going to play the opposite to her innocence, an opposite of her light. I am dressed dark, as a dominatrix. When the music changes I march onto the stage in full command, no first time here. I’m in black from head to toe. I crack my whip. You can hear the whizzing sound of the whip and then the sharp crack cutting through the air. The men are in a frenzy and cash is being thrown up onto the stage.

  Both Fawn and I are working the room, gyrating our hips and dancing, our bodies covered in a fine sheen of perspiration. We go back-to-back and move our asses together, the stage lights highlighting our every move. We turn around and face one another, and at this moment, I have a brilliant idea. I act on it, hoping it doesn’t backfire on me. My chest is rising and falling with each of my rapid breaths as I grip the back of Fawn’s neck in my hand and pull her towards me. Just before our mouths touch, I pause and look at her. She is panting heavily, but does nothing to stop the inevitable. The men are screaming in excitement and shouting for us to kiss. I drop my gaze from her eyes to her mouth and then lower my lips to hers. Our lips glide together and we allow ourselves to get lost in the moment. Her lips are soft. My tongue enters her mouth and she tangles hers with mine. It’s different than a man’s kiss. It’s softer. She is giving as much as she is getting, both of us into it. I’ve never kissed a woman before, but damn she can kiss.

  I pull my mouth away from hers as our music ends and the crowd is clapping and shouting. I see Roger beaming and shaking his head. I’m happy that it was a huge success. I don’t have a whole lot of time to get ready, as the next routine is my solo dance. I have an idea that requires a few small changes before I’m ready. We both exit the stage, running for the dressing rooms.

  When the lights dim, I quickly get on stage and I’m ready to go. I pull myself up the pole and hang upside down, waiting for the lights and music to start. The men are already screaming for me when they do. I’m upside down, my hair touching the floor. My full breasts are bursting from their confines. I slide down the pole and pull myself upright. My hips are gyrating and I’m shaking my ass. I squat down and open my legs wide, giving everyone a view of my thong- covered-pussy as I slide one hand into my hair and the other hand down, slipping just the tip of my fingers into my panties. I slither, slide, and crawl seductively down the center aisle, accepting the cash being shoved into my thong when I spot my sexy stranger. I crook my finger and call him up to the stage. If he’s going to come see me dance every night then I’m going to reward him and dance for him.

  He agrees readily and takes his place on the stage. I use him as my own personal stripper pole, and he is enjoying every minute of it by the glazed over look and smile on his face. I run my hands along the side of his body, and down the side of his legs, feeling his thick, muscular thighs. I sigh and inhale deeply, his citrusy aftershave wafting up my nose, triggering my hormones. He smells so good. It’s like I can’t get enough. My mouth waters at how good he smells and my body tingles when I feel how hard his thighs are. My eyes veer to his cock, swollen large in his pants, and my breath quickens.

  I need to take some control back before I embarrass myself up here. I turn my back to him while taking a deep breath, and press my backside into his pelvis, grinding against him slowly. I can feel his erection, straining and thick, pressing his zipper into my bare ass. I sigh, breathless as I move my ass, rubbing against his cock, making it harder. I crack my whip and play up to this man, all while putting my audience in frenzy, every man on that floor hoping that it will be him on this stage next. I’m breathing heavily now, tired from my dance, but I couldn’t have asked for a better ending as I look down at my sexy stranger, on his knees before me in total submission. My routine is done and I’m happy…breathless, but happy. I have a fine sheen of perspiration on my body and I can barely catch my breath, a sign of a good workout. I thank my stranger with a smile and dismiss him, before heading back to my dressing area, grabbing a towel from one of the bouncers.

  I’m not back here long when Roger comes barging in. “You girls killed it,” he says to both Fawn and I beaming. “You both deserve a bonus for this,” he says while handing each of us an envelope.

  My hands tremble as I
reach for mine and I can tell that it’s thicker than Fawn’s. Roger doesn’t say anything, just nods at the envelope and then looks into my eyes and nods again. I bob my head in understanding, not one word passing between us.

  Roger closes in on me and places a hand on my shoulder. “You deserve this, Cherry. Keep up your crazy as shit ideas. You bring something to the table that I’ve been looking for, for many years. Continue to be different. That’s a rare trait.” I scoff, sure that there are great strippers everywhere, but I’ll take the praise. I don’t know what to do with it, as it’s a bit of a new experience for me. I know my Daddy used to praise me, but that was so long ago that I barely remember it.

  I smile from ear to ear as Roger starts to walk away, but he stops. “Oh, Cherry, I almost forgot. You have a customer in the VIP room.” My burst of happiness starts to subside. I’m exhausted and my feet hurt. I just want to go home and crash. Today was a long day with all my chores plus my shift. Instead of complaining I suck it up and start to follow behind him. When I pass, he grabs my arm stopping me, and reaches into his suit jacket before handing me another envelope full of cash.

  I look at him with a question on my face. “This is just your cut. The guy paid a large chunk of money just for a half hour with you. He wasn’t happy with fifteen minutes.”

  I’m sure my mouth is wide open. I’m in shock. Hearing that this guy wants all that time with me makes me a bit nervous. I’m just hoping this isn’t some weirdo. Thank goodness Roger always has a bouncer in the room, because with this industry you just never know. Roger can’t vet every single patron that comes into the building, but he usually has a good bullshit meter.