Buried Secrets (SIN CITY HEAT SERIES)

by SK

  Circling and moving his body like a snake, he turned to the sista closest to him and gestured for her to unsnap the side of his pants. Screaming, she tore them apart and quickly dove for the other side. He reached down and as if by magic, ripped the pants off in one swoop to reveal every inch of his naked glory.

  And glorious he was. The women threw money at him, showing their delight at seeing what he was workin' with. Reaching in the pocket of his jeans, he pulled out a small bottle of baby oil and squeezed a generous amount in the palm of his hand. Pussy Pleaser threw his head back and closed his eyes while he grabbed his dick and leisurely stroked it until it grew...and grew...and grew. He had to be at least ten inches long!

  When he walked closer to the women, they reached out and eagerly wrapped their fingers around it as he pushed his oiled up dick in and out of their closed fist. Pussy Pleaser indeed! By the time his set ended, he needed help gathering up his money as well.

  Stripper number three, Marcus' friend Darrell, walked out to the sexy sounds of Keith Sweat. He went by the name of Eclipse, and had to be one of the prettiest motherfuckas they’d ever seen.

  Tall with black, wavy hair that curled up at the ends, his gray eyes looked at them with an intensity that had them squeezing their thighs together in excitement. Eclipse had a natural gift which made a woman feel as if his attention was focused on her and only her.

  Wearing a black knee length silk robe open at the front with a pair of black silk pajama bottoms underneath, he walked out smoking a cigar and looking sexy as hell. He puffed on the stogie as he stared at each of the women, one by one. In no hurry whatsoever, he ground the cigar out in an ashtray on a nearby table while he bobbed his head and mouthed the words to the sexy song playing for his set. He slowly rubbed his hands down his chest until he got to his dick, already erect and heavy underneath the pajamas.

  Clenching his fingers around it, the women immediately knew why he was called Eclipse. The imprint of his masculine splendor through the silky material showed his girth to be unbelievably thick. Yes, whipping that out would surely cause an eclipse of the sun, making it little more than a shadow.

  The women needed to see the real thing, so the money began to flow like water. Slipping the robe off, he teased them by inching his pajamas down an inch at a time while undulating to the music. Finally, turning around and showing them his contoured back, he inched the waistband past his ass, and over his muscled thighs. Stepping out of them, he slowly faced the eager females and put his hands on his hips, proudly displaying his extra thick piece of meat that promised to more than fill their cups up.

  Screaming their approval, the women made it rain.

  Eclipse picked up a healthy sista and turned her upside down so that her hands clutched his legs. The position put her face between his knees. Her legs rested against each of his shoulders, and gravity made her short dress fall down to reveal black bikini panties which were a size too small. Showing them just how nasty he could be, Eclipse held her firmly by the waist and lowered his head between her thighs. To their overwhelming delight, he stuck out his tongue and greedily licked her through her underwear. By now, the floor looked like a sea of green bills.

  After he feasted for a few moments more, he flipped her onto her feet, steadying her and holding her up when she swayed from side to side. Wiping the back of his hands over his lips, he rubbed his stomach as if to say he enjoyed the snack. He continued to go to each of the women, giving them more of the same.

  Finally, he looked over at Aleesha and slowly walked over to her. Placing a hand on either side of her head as she sat in the chair of honor, he leaned in close and whispered, "So you're the bride-to-be that has my boy whipped before he even gets a sniff of the pussy..."

  Eclipse lightly ran the tip of his tongue along the shell of her ear. "Don't worry. He's up next..."

  Chapter 6

  Walking away from Aleesha, Eclipse blew a kiss at the ladies. He needed several bags to carry all of the cash that had been thrown at him, and they were still screaming his name as he walked into the bedroom.

  Aleesha sat frozen as the words he’d whispered in her ear reverberated in her mind: So you're the bride-to-be that has my boy whipped before he even gets a sniff of the pussy…

  She took several deep breaths. What in the hell did that mean? Exactly what kind of shit had Marcus been talking back there??

  At that moment, Rob came over with a fresh round of drinks. Being the professional that he was, he knew the more the alcohol flowed, the better his tips. This was also one of his special concoctions called Pussy Juice. It consisted of Bailey’s Irish Cream, Amaretto, and a splash of pineapple juice and orange juice.

  Aleesha eagerly grabbed a glass, needing it to calm her nerves. She was just getting ready to take a large sip when she hesitated. She remembered what happened the last time she threw back that 'Knock Me Down and Fuck Me' drink Keisha had given her. That’s exactly how she’d gotten in this mess to begin with and ended up using Marcus' thigh as her own personal sex toy last night. Taking a small sip, she decided it was best to go easy on the alcohol for the rest of the night. She would need every bit of her senses to deal with the man who was getting ready to perform next.

  ****

  Marcus was in the bedroom the men used as a changing room waiting on Darrell to finish up. Leaning his elbows on his knees, he was rock hard just from thinking about all of the things he would do to Aleesha tonight. He was going to fuck her; that was already a well-established fact in his head. He knew it and whether she wanted to acknowledge it or not, she knew it too. The door opened interrupting his thoughts. Darrell walked in with bags full of money brimming over the top. Looking at Marcus, he grinned.

  “You’re up, doc.”

  ****

  Jerra stood up to announce the final stripper. “Okay ladies I know we’ve enjoyed the show so far, right??” They all screamed in agreement. “Well this last performer is guaranteed to cure whatever ails you and soothe any aches and pains you might have. He knows how to beat it up, then turn around and kiss it to make it better….” She paused as the women let loose another round of screams. “Ladies. Give it up for Dr. HurtSoGood……”

  The ladies screamed as Marcus walked into the room wearing dark blue scrubs. The sleeves of the top had been cut out showing tats on both of his muscled biceps. The thin material of the pants did nothing to hide his thick arousal, a fact that excited the women to distraction. Screaming out, they told him in no uncertain terms what they’d like him to do with the thickness outlined in his pants. Shy they were not. However, Marcus only had eyes for Aleesha. Walking slowly towards her, he was a man on a mission, and Aleesha was his intended target.

  Aleesha couldn’t hide her nervousness as she looked at him close up. His dark brown skin reminded her of smooth, whipped chocolate. Catching her breath, she realized how good looking he truly was, but even more lethal was the fact that he possessed something few people came by naturally, and that was sex appeal. The promise of bomb ass sex practically oozed from every pore of his body.

  And those eyes. His light brown eyes stared at Aleesha with an intensity that made her wet before he even came close to her.

  Leesh quickly reached for her glass and took a big swallow to give herself a little liquid courage. Lifting the corner of his mouth in a half smile, Marcus stood in front of her. Shaking his head, he took the glass out of her hand and set it back down, wordlessly letting her know that he wanted her alert and unaffected by alcohol this time.

  Walking over to the table, he grabbed one of the dining room chairs and sat it in the middle of the room in front of the ladies then turned towards Aleesha and gently took her hand.

  Aleesha shook her head and tried to push herself back in her seat to escape, but there was nowhere to go. Giving her that sexy half smile again, he pulled her up and led her to the chair.

  The women erupted in screams and applause because after all, it was Aleesha’s bachelorette party. It was only right that she got
it put on her. One of the ladies screamed out, “Give it to her good, baby, show her what she’s gonna be missing.”

  To encourage him to rock Aleesha’s world they began to flood the floor with bills. Aleesha shook her head at them to stop encouraging him, but that only made them more hyped. Once she was seated, Marcus looked deep into her eyes as he began to move his hips sensuously to the beat of the music. Circling his pelvis in front of her face, he clutched the top of his shirt and slowly ripped it all the way to the bottom. Aleesha’s eyes were glued to every inch of skin revealed. She was trying not to appear eager to see his body, but she had a feeling he easily read her thoughts.

  Leisurely dragging the shirt down his thick arms, the women screamed for him to hurry. With his back still to the crowd, the shirt finally fell to the floor to reveal more tattoos on his back. These were a pair of angel wings, one on each shoulder blade. Lacing his fingers behind his head, he flexed his muscles to the rhythm of the music, making the wings flutter to the beat.

  The women loved every moment of his performance so far. They watched as he rubbed his hands over his chest to slowly inch down to his stomach. After making sure he had Aleesha’s full attention, he grabbed his dick and stroked it in a lazy, hypnotic fashion as if he had all the time in the world. His eyes were letting Aleesha know the package he was holding in his hand was just for her. Aleesha could not stop her mouth from falling open at the overflowing bundle he clutched in front of her.

  Marcus’ light eyes darkened when he saw how entranced she was with his crotch. He lifted her hands to his chest. Covering them with his own, he pushed them downwards until they came to rest on the waistband of his pants. Removing his hands he stood and waited for her to untie the string that kept them in place.

  Hesitating, Aleesha looked up at him. Curling his hand around the back of her neck, he caressed the side of her face with his thumb, silently encouraging her to continue.

  Leesha vaguely heard Keisha scream in a loud voice, “Take it off Leesh…!”

  Fuck it, Leesha said to herself. Hell, she wanted to see it too. She tugged on the string until it came untied. As she went to remove her hands, he grabbed them and brought them back, letting her know that she wasn’t finished yet. Biting her lip again, she slowly began dragging the waistband down, but suddenly recoiled as if a snake had bitten her when her fingertips came in contact with his erection.

  Grinning at her, Marcus pushed her back in the chair. Lifting her leg up, he placed it on the arm of the chair. With his pants showing half of his ass to the frenzied audience, he bent and rested his hands on the chair and moved close between her thighs. He began to simulate fucking her, thrusting his dick against her in slow, lazy strokes.

  Because the women were screaming so loudly, they didn’t hear her moan, but Marcus did. If possible, the sound aroused him even more. Pushing her leg further back, he scooted her butt down closer to the edge of the seat so that his erection grazed her clit before rhythmically pushing against it. The only thing preventing them from actually having sex was the thin material of his pants and the soft fabric of her shorts. Marcus felt the heat from her pussy the same way he had last night. The crotch of her shorts was warm and damp from her excitement.

  Aleesha briefly closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the chair, trying to concentrate and not let her hips answer the invitation his dick was sending out. Her pussy was so wet. She was sure he was aware of it, especially when he closed his own eyes and moaned her name in her ear. The sexiness of this man was crazy, and Aleesha felt herself weakening.

  Seeing her struggle, Marcus took pity on her and moved back, but her relief was short lived. He brought her other leg up so that she was wide open for him before kneeling down and lightly kissing up the inside of her thigh. He stopped just before he reached her pussy then moved to the opposite leg and gave it the same treatment.

  The women screamed their pleasure at the exhibition they were witnessing and had almost forgotten this was a performance. The chemistry clearly evident between these two was erotic as hell.

  Out of the corner of his eye, Marcus saw someone stand up. Raising his head, he glanced over at Jerra who looked like she had gone into protective mode. He gently lowered Aleesha’s legs back to the chair. Helping her up, his eyes silently promised her they would finish this later. Leaning down, he gave her a kiss before leading her back to her chair.

  Hands shot up in the audience begging to be next. Shooting them one of his now familiar sexy grins, Marcus teased them by contemplating pulling his pants all the way off. Then shaking his head, he pulled them up. Giving Aleesha one last look, he walked backwards a few steps before turning around to go to the bedroom.

  As he passed Jerra, she glared daggers at him. Undaunted he stared right back. He understood she was only trying to protect her friend, but Aleesha was a big girl and he didn’t answer to anybody. If she didn’t like what she’d just seen, tough. She’d have to deal with it.

  “Damn, he sure look like he could put a hurtin’ on the pussy,” one of the females excitedly told Aleesha. “Girl, good thing that was only an act. I bet that dick is so good that if he broke you off some, Amir could probably just hang it up.”

  Aleesha weakly laughed and treated the comment as a joke even though the other woman seemed serious as a heart attack. Grabbing her glass off of the table, she downed the rest of her drink before standing up to quickly walk out of the room. She needed a minute to get herself together before she rejoined the party. As soon as she closed the bedroom door behind her, Jerra and Keisha opened it and came rushing in behind her.

  “You didn’t have to encourage her Keisha! ‘Take it off Leesh’….” Jerra glared at Keisha as she mimicked her words.

  Keisha sharply exhaled. “It’s all in good fun, Jerra. Damn, lighten up. The way you glowered at the man, you would think they’d actually had sex.”

  “Well if I hadn’t done something, who knows what would’ve happened!”

  “Will you two please stop? Jerra, I appreciate the concern, and I know you’re only looking out for me but….”

  “You’re welcome, Leesh. That’s what a maid of honor is supposed to do when the other maid of honor loses her got damn mind,” she said, giving Keisha another look.

  Aleesha continued as if Jerra hadn’t spoken. “...but I’m going to fuck him tonight.” Jerra stared at her as if she was speaking a foreign language, and for the first time that any of them could remember, Keisha was rendered speechless.

  Chapter 7

  “What?!” Jerra sputtered. “You’re going to do what?! Aleesha, you can’t! You’re getting married in less than three weeks, not to mention the fact that you just met this…this…stripper…last night!!”

  “I wasn’t asking your permission, only letting you know so you wouldn’t worry about me. Now can we please drop it?"

  Before either of the women could answer her, there was a knock on the door. One of their friends yelled out, “Come on ladies. The men are all out ‘mingling,’” she laughed.

  Walking past them, Aleesha left the room without another word of explanation. Once she rejoined the party, Aleesha sensed the sexual tension was already thick. The strippers had changed and were looking sexier than ever. Now that her girls had seen what they were working with, it was going down tonight.

  Aleesha noticed how Darrell’s eyes were immediately drawn to Jerra. She sent her a teasing smile before searching for Marcus in the crowd. She found him right away, as if he were a beacon relaying its signal to her senses. He was bending down listening to something one of her friends was whispering in his ear. The smile he gave her was polite as he shook his head in response to the question. Aleesha was almost positive it was a proposition of sorts. Aleesha’s friend shrugged then moved on to the bartender.

  Marcus leaned his shoulder against the wall as if waiting for someone. When he spotted Aleesha staring at him from across the room, he straightened up and directed a scorching gaze her way. Instead of walking towards he
r, he just stood there, not wanting to give anyone reason to gossip.

  Jerra glanced over her shoulder and glared at Keisha. Was everyone going crazy except her? As she watched Aleesha and the stripper practically undress one another with their eyes, she decided to try and get through to her one more time before she did something she’d regret. She stepped in front of Aleesha to block her view of Marcus.

  “Think about what you're doing. You can't just throw away what you and Amir have for a one night fling with a...a…stripper."

  "First of all, I'm not ‘throwing away anything. And secondly, stop saying the word ‘stripper’ as if it's a disease. Damn Jerra, lawyer or not, you're such a snob. Now, I really don't want to discuss this with you, alright?" Looking behind Jerra, she saw Darrell, aka Eclipse, approaching them. "Anyway, it looks like you have something you need to deal with yourself."

  Aleesha left her standing there with a confused look on her face as she casually walked over to Marcus. The hungry gleam in his eyes made her body temperature rise with every passing second.

  Jerra, unaware that she was being observed, folded her arms and watched Aleesha with a slight frown. She didn’t notice the man standing behind her coveting her as if she were the nourishment he so badly needed to make it through the night.

  “You know that causes wrinkles, right?”

  Jerra turned towards the voice. “Excuse me?”

  “You’re frowning. I’ve been told that causes wrinkles. You’re far too beautiful to mess up your skin like that,” he said with a smile that normally caused female thighs to part as if he were Moses commanding the Red Sea.

  Although her face remained expressionless, Jerra’s heartbeat increased at the sight of the sexy stripper who went by the stage name Eclipse. She’d actually met him briefly when she’d flown to Vegas weeks before to finalize arrangements for Aleesha’s bachelorette party. To her chagrin, his performance was seared into her memory. The length of his dick fully erect was something Jerra knew she’d never forget. Before she could stop herself, she zeroed in on the front of his pants. She quickly returned her gaze to his face then cut her eyes away from the knowing glimmer in his.