by HJ Bellus
I take too long admiring her perfectly shaped areolas, forgetting she’d asked me a question. And if I’m being honest, I may be questioning my very own sexuality in this moment.
“No, I’m fine,” I reassure with a half-ass smile.
“You’re not, but you can think that.” She places a palm on my shoulder. “All you have to do is give them lots of titty, plenty shots of your ass, and if you feel brave enough a nice healthy view of your crotch. But of course, spot out the high rollers for that one.”
She shoots me a wink and I feel my stomach flip. I second guess this whole learning lesson plan and am ready to bolt.
“They’ll love you, sweetie. Hell, I’m nearly tempted to steal you right up and put you in my line of dancers.” She begins rubbing her entire body down with a sweet smelling honey lotion while continuing to talk. “The men love naturals like you. You’re a natural beauty without trying.”
“Thanks.” My vision stares at her perfected budded up nipples. Damn, they’re perfect and standing on point like a well-trained animal.
And this is when I realize my dumbass plan has completely backfired, as I’m ogling another woman and second guessing my sexuality.
“You’ll be fine and you never know, you may be a natural up there if you don’t freeze up.”
An erotic moan catches both of our attentions, pulling us out of the little pep talk that’s going down between us. I look over to see three women tangled in each other. One with her legs spread widely while another woman eats her out. The third woman sits on her face, grinding out an orgasm.
“Don’t worry about them.” She waves a hand over her shoulder and immediately goes back to working her skin over with sweet smelling lotion. “That’s the whole ironic part of this business. The men think we’re turned on by them when in reality most of the women get all sexed up by other females before entertaining the men from the stage. They go wild over a damp pussy and let the dollar bills rain.”
“Thanks,” I barely mumble, with my voice being drowned out by the moans of ecstasy filling the tiny dressing room.
My phone lights up giving me the perfect reason to excuse myself from the conversation. It’s Rhett.
Rhett: Looks like I’ll have to be here all night. Come down?
I knew Rhett would be here wandering the club shirtless for more of security reasons. I hate lying to him, but know he’ll understand it all shortly.
Me: I’m good. I have lots of work to catch up on.
I type out quickly and mentally pat myself on the back for it being a half-truth because this will be work for me.
Rhett: Sorry, baby. I asked Ross, but he insisted I stay here all night. Club appearance and rules or some shit like that.
I had asked Ross to make sure Rhett stayed the whole night. I wasn’t sure where I’d be placed in the line-up and knew Rhett would do anything to get home to me early.
Me: No worries.
Rhett: Love you and will be home as soon as possible.
By the time I place my phone securely back in my bag, I realize the show has started with loud thumping music filling the crowd and cheers from the men.
“Rookie, you’re up third,” the blonde chimes while skimping into a tiny nurses’ outfit.
I picked my favorite Christina Aguilera song to dance to. With trembling fingers, I place the old-fashion military hat securely on my head around my loose curls and unfasten a couple buttons, worried my brain to hand function will vanish up on stage.
I make my way over to the edge of the stage, watching a brunette who is only in a skimpy G-string dry hump a pole. It does nothing to soothe my nerves. She moves with grace and each step is full of sex. All the men’s’ eyes are glued to her as they toss their money up on the stage, even a few of the regular male dancers.
All of them except Rhett, he pulls his cellphone from his pocket and checks it several times. He never looks over to the stage as if he’s allergic to tits and pussy. It makes me smile knowing he only has eyes for one. For a moment, I wonder if I’m being selfish by taking away this one thing he loves. He’s tried to explain to me how it’s a part of him and makes him feel powerful, with the cheers and the natural high it brings him.
It’s more than selfish what I’m doing tonight, but it tears the fibers connected to my healing heart each time he bares his skin to the club, because that’s mine, all mine.
“You’re up.” I’m pushed from the back when I hear “Ain’t No Other Man” begins to blare through the speakers.
I’ve never in my life felt fear like I do know. It’s powerful and coursing through my veins even with the high intensity song pumping around me. I walk to the end of the stage with no rhythm or dance moves. I notice the men go still and grow bored quickly. Boos and hisses of disapproval are the last thing I want to hear from the audience, so I use one hand to drag up the bottom of my skirt, exposing my thigh.
The few cheers I receive coax me into moving to the song like I rehearsed in front of the mirror at home. My hips sway from side to side, then I bend over and slowly raise up, letting my tits fall from my shirt. This gains complete control of the club as they holler and throw dollar bills on the stage.
My shoulders begin to dip as I whirl around, unbuttoning my shirt, and then toss it off the stage. I keep scouring the crowd for Rhett, but find it blinding with the flashing lights. My hips move side to side, then back and forth, and as I begin to shimmy off my skirt, I run into a brick wall.
Looking up through my glittery eyelashes, I come face to face with Rhett. He’s not amused but rather sporting a livid tight grin.
“What are you doing?” he hisses down at me.
“Giving you a taste of your own medicine.” I let my skirt drop to the floor and don’t miss the shower of cheers from the men on my backside.
“This is mine,” he growls, cupping my exposed ass cheeks.
“And this is mine.” I drag my nails down his chest. “But you keep dancing, Rhett. Thought you’d be okay with me doing the same.”
It’s a lie because I knew he’d go wildly mad and jealous. I want his heart to feel the same way I do when the horny women are screaming his name while he gives them a show of a lifetime.
I whirl around, pressing my backside to his chest, and let my body glide up and down his while cupping my breasts in each hand. The men are now are their feet letting the money rain, but it doesn’t last long because Rhett covers my breasts with his hands, digging deep into them.
“We’ll talk later. You’re not going to dance up here.”
I crane my head and look up to him. “Watch me.”
Christina keeps singing about her man and I return to the stage, feeling more confident than ever letting everything go inside of me. I feel like a professional Rhett dancing up on the stage. He remains at the end of the stage for a few moments with his hands crossed over his bared chest.
There are dozens of men hollering and throwing cash at me, but it’s him my body reacts to. When I go to give the other side of the stage a show, I feel his hands grip into the flesh on my hips. He has me spun around and up in his arms before I can protest.
I’m ready for him to pack me off the stage like a bad little puppy who disobeyed.
“Lock your heels around my back.”
“Rhett, what are you doing?”
“Taking what is mine.”
“No…”
But before I finish my protest, he signals to the DJ, and the upbeat song morphs into a slow sexy beat. Justin Timberlake and 50 Cent begin singing “Ayo Technology”. Rhett’s body automatically begins swaying back and forth with me in his arms. Soon his hips join the party, slowly grinding up into me.
The men don’t miss a beat with their nods, cheers of approvals, and money flying in the air. Rhett grabs my hat and tosses it into the crowd while seductively moving his hips up and down. He brushes my hair over one shoulder and tries to bite down on my sensitive skin. The bill of his snapback stops him, so I swivel it around on his head desperately
wanting his mouth on me.
He takes his time biting and licking my neck, while still fucking me through our layers of clothes.
“Hold on,” he whispers into my ear lobe.
Before I can respond, he has me flipped in his arms to face the crowd, my legs scramble to lock around him somehow, and his hands hold me firmly to him across my abdomen. He picks up the same beat with his hips fucking me from the back. It’s erotic as hell. Rhett is doing everything to me that he wants to.
I glance up into one of the dozen televisions recording the action on the stage and see Rhett’s face. He’s biting down on his bottom lip with sexy ass eyes. He makes eye contact with me through the television and mouths “hold on” again.
I have no fucking clue, which way he’s going to toss my body this time, but fully trust him. My back is pressed against the dance floor and his body covers mine. He licks my lips as his hips grind down onto me. He raises one hand from the floor steadying his entire body with one palm pressed to the stage. On the last dip, he full out kisses me hard, leaving my lips stinging.
When he rolls me over on my belly, I notice he’s in only in his boxers and I feel him push down into me. His hands wind in my hair and then clench hard, pulling my head back to his chest. My breasts are exposed to the club while he dry humps me from the back.
Rhett finally pulls me to my knees with him firmly pressed to my back. His hand lingers down the length of my abdomen until his fingers are dipping down in my panties. I moan out loud, but the music and cheers of the crowd drown them out. I want his hand so much lower it’s not even funny right now. I should feel fucking filthy right now, but I don’t. Rhett’s empowered all of my sensations, forcing me into a queen status.
The song cuts as do the lights right when his finger meets my clit.
“Up,” he bellows in a loud voice.
I follow his direction and am being pulled off the stage by his hand.
“My clothes,” I try to holler to him, but it’s clear he doesn’t give a fuck.
When the door to Ross’ office slams shut, Rhett turns to me, running his hands through his long hair. “What in the fuck was that, Darby?”
All of the eagerness and fascination that struck me on the stage has now evaporated into thin air. The tension is thick and I can’t respond to him.
“Trying to make me jealous?” He steps closer. “Think you’re cool up there?”
My arms cross over my breasts and Rhett moves in closer. “I’d think something like that would bring back old memories.”
My hand reaches up and sends a stinging slap across his face. Dick move. I open my mouth to explain myself and then decide on the fact that he doesn’t deserve it. I turn for the doorknob, but he catches my shoulder.
“I didn’t mean it that way, Darby.”
I struggle with the doorknob until it finally clicks open and turn to him. “Maybe not, Rhett, but you were sure quick to throw it in my face. I’d never do that to you.”
I slam the door in his face and trot down the back hall until I reach the dressing room. It’s still buzzing with women’s naked bodies, women fucking each other, and the booze flowing around. I’m thankful for the environment since nobody notices me when I walk in, throw on some clothes and exit just as hastily.
“Darby.” Rhett’s leaning up against a wall in the dark hall.
I hold up a hand to him and keep walking. He grasps my wrist in his palm.
“Let go of me, Rhett.” I stare into his eyes.
He tightens his hold and begins speaking. “Darby, listen…”
“Let. Go. Of. Me. Rhett.” I inch closer to his face. “At least they never touched me or threw shit in my face.”
My venom hits him hard, he steps back, holding up his hands, and lets me walk right past him. I ignore every inclination to turn to him, letting him know just how much I hate him in this very fucking moment. Nobody could slice me in half just like he did. Not even my dad.
I throw my shit into my junker car and then flop into the driver’s seat.
“Fuck!”
The four-letter word vibrates up my vocal chords and echoes off the glass in my car. My damn keys are behind the bar with Kip. Vibration runs up my arm as I slam the door shut and march back into the club on a mission to nab my keys and get the hell out of there. The crowd is even more packed than before with standing room only and with one quick glance to the stage I know why, the main attraction is stark naked and doing very naughty things to herself.
I don’t even pay attention to the bodies I shove past until I’m at the end of the bar. I snake around behind and find my keys exactly where I put them every weekend when watching Rhett. A loud squeal catches my attention and that’s when a shit night turns into “a going to jail” type of night. Blonde hair flies wildly, with a bared back to me, it’s the whore straddling someone. It takes my eyes a few seconds to realize exactly who she is straddling and rubbing her titites on.
When she swivels her head to glare over her shoulder at me, I see the face perfectly. Rhett. She’s straddling Rhett.
I react before even realizing what’s going on. I hear Kip in the background hollering my name and telling me Rhett was shoving her off, but none of that fucking matters. The asshole can cut me down at the knees and then have this fucking slut on him? Not in my world, he doesn’t.
My fist clutches onto a handful of hair and I smile knowing this bitch is going down at the mercy of my fists tonight. I pull back harder than I’ve yanked before and enjoy the sound of her skin slapping the hardwood floor. The skank is only in a thong. I take a second to glance up to Rhett before spitting down on the whore.
She fights to get up but I’m faster, having the upper hand in this fucking tango. I swing hard connecting with her jaw, laying her back out on the floor, and then I fall down next to her while raining hell on her. With each swing I connect to her face, hearing an amazing crunching sound. She fights back but is only able to get a fistful of my hair.
I don’t give in even when the sound of bones breaking fills the air, blood flies, and someone behind starts taking cheap shots of their own on my own body. I hear Rhett and Kip yelling, but don’t let it stop me. I’m finally at the whore’s ear and have words of mine to relay to her.
“Rhett thinks you’re a whore. Don’t you dare touch him again.”
It kills me not to tell her that Rhett is mine, but in this moment I’m so incredibly pissed off at the entire world, I feel like I’ve lost him forever. My momentary lapse in judgment throws off my fighting stance, giving the whore the upper hand. Her fist connects with my jaw, sending me reeling backwards. She rips a chunk of my hair out and sends a few more punches my way.
It takes me several seconds to gain my ground again and when I do, the pain she’s inflicted on me only fuels my fire to beat the ever loving shit out of her. My fists connect a few more times as she rips on my hair. We are pulled apart in moments by the bouncers, and I can barely make her out through my matted and blood soaked hair. I don’t have long to stare her down before I’m pulled out front of the club.
“Let her go.”
I recognize Rhett’s voice trailing behind us.
“Hand her over and I’ll take her home.”
“Too late,” the gruff voice holding me booms out. “The cops are here.”
“Listen here, fucker, this is my club. You’re just some fuck bouncer with the lady dancers here tonight. Let her go and I’ll drive her home now.”
I never dig up the courage to look up to Rhett who is pleading to have me in his arms, and it’s in this moment the overwhelming emotion of me overreacting nails me in the gut hard.
Red and blue lights soon assault the scene and I’m shoved into the back of a cop car. When it’s pulling away from the club that’s when I look back to Rhett who has his hands shoved in his hair with a worried look covering all of his features. But it’s immediately replaced with the scene of the nearly naked blonde whore grinding in his lap and all the anger boils right back up
.
Nothing running through my mind makes sense. Not one single thought and I do what I know best…I block it all out, throwing my head back on the seat of the cop car and closing my eyes.
14
Rhett
I pound on the door again as hard as I can. My knuckles vibrate with pain and I don’t give a shit. I know it’s way too late, but they’re the only ones I can talk to and get help from. When Charlie’s screams fill the house, I instantly feel like a dick, but I need my best friend right now.
I rap on the door one more time with force that makes my knuckles begin to bleed. Ava’s soft voice floats from the other side of the door followed by Zane’s growls.
“I’m going to kill the fucker.”
The door swings wide open, framing a very pissed off and disheveled Zane. His features lighten a bit when he sees me, but not enough to make me feel comfortable.
“Somebody better be dying, Rhett, or there will be a dying body on my doorsteps.” Ava steps up behind him, bouncing a screaming Charlie in her arms.
“Sorry, for waking the family.” I run my hands through my hair. “It’s Darby.”
Ava pushes her monster of a husband out of the way. “What? Is she okay? Where is she?”
I fight for words, but nothing comes out. Fuck, Ava doesn’t even know about Darby’s demons from the past, so I don’t even know where to begin with this. Ava’s worried expression in front of me throws me into a severe rage of panic.
“She’s in jail.”
“She’s what?” Ava passes Charlie to Zane.
“Shit went down at the club tonight and…” I place my hands on my hip and have no idea where to go from here. “She’s in jail.”
“Is she okay?” she asks.
“No, she’s not okay and I’m pretty sure I’m the last person she wants to see. I need help.”
“Let me get dressed.” Ava rushes back into the house.
Zane nods me in, while rocking his girl in his arms. I follow him and eye an open bottle of vodka on the counter and begin chugging it.