by Amy Brent
They were a package deal, and they had explained that from the first time she danced for them. They had paid an elaborate amount of money for her to visit their private room, and she had danced for them, letting them both touch her only slightly, as touching very clearly was not following the rules. In that one time there was something very special about the way they interacted with each other. She was turned on more by the both of them than she had ever been in her entire life combined. There was something special about how they loved her, and how they touched her, both working with the other to take her to the highest levels of pleasure. In turn she did the same thing for them, giving them both all of herself, and it was a wonderful thing they had going.
It took a good while before they crossed the lines they had. In fact there had been long conversations and just simple private dances long before it had gone too far. Even now she remembered the first encounter like it was yesterday. Since then she would receive a black card in her dressing room, letting her know that they were in town together, and were requesting her time.
The routine was one she knew well. She would make her way to the stage, and do her show. One she had put together for the upper class men who came to this venue in the first place. She started with black silk; the long trails of her lingerie would touch the ground, but flare out when she spun around, making circles along the stage. Her massive breasts pushed through the top, almost spilling over, every time she moved and her hair was wild and hanging freely down her back. It was part of her act and part of what made her so appealing.
The song was soft and sweet and she would walk the length of the stage, moving with grace as she found herself crawling on the floor, much like a cat. Her long, slinky strides we deliberate as she crossed the length of the stage, reaching her hands up high to grab a long rope that hung there. As she did, her swelling breasts would pop out of the bottom of her lingerie; the swollen globes would remain there, peeking out from under the bra built in the outfit. Being exposed always fueled her desire, and her puffy fat nipples would harden almost instantly under the watchful eyes of the patrons there.
She loved giving them the impression that she was simply dancing, without any clue how exposed she was. The innocence in that act made the men crazy, and she loved it. Soon she would pick up the pace, using the rope as a tool in which she straddled and moved along the length as if she were riding a man. Her breasts swayed and jiggled with her every move, and soon she freed herself from the bindings completely, her shaved pussy bared and giving off an even younger appearance.
They would love watching her as she danced seductively, moving her hips and ass in time with the music, creating a slinky, sexy feeling in the room. She never touched anyone, but she especially loved the men who would sit near the edge of the stage and she could lay on her back, spreading wide to expose herself to them. She was always very wet and she would see the desperate excitement in their eyes as they caught a glimpse of the pink wet between her thighs.
On more than one occasion she had watched men masturbate for her as she danced. Some of them were discreet, some more open about it. She could see their hands moving furiously over the stiff members in their hands under the tables. It was almost like a game for her, to try and guess how big a cock would be that night based on the man who was stroking it. Some of them were average, but on occasion there was something bigger, and special, she could watch in action. Something she could use later when she was alone and wanted to please herself. Once in a while a man would pay for a private dance and she would love those times the most. The extra money she made during a private dance was hers and only hers. So she could work the situation to her advantage, and make much more money that way, all without touching any of them very much.
CHAPTER 4
The last private dance she did was two months ago, before Charles and Nickolas had crossed the line with her. After that she knew better than to ever cross a line again. An older man, a frequent visitor actually, had finally asked for a private dance, and she had done so eagerly. She had been watching him; months now he had been coming in spending money on every woman that worked there. Then one day, he had come to her show, and he had been a regular there since then. He spared no expense and she knew he liked the way she moved.
On that particular day she had been feeling alive, and maybe just a little lonely, mainly because of the black card she found at work. Letting her know the boys would be in town on Friday. As she danced, she thought about their attention, and the feelings they put on her again, and how wonderful that was. She saw the older man watching her, and he gave her a smile. As she finished, she found herself escorted to a dark room down the hall. Typically, she only did a private dance from time to time, but she felt a small thrill of excitement as she walked down the long hallway. As she entered the room, she saw him, in the center of a couch, and he waited for her.
“Dance for me -- take everything off.” He demanded it with a quiet calm that sent a thrill up her spine.
She did as he asked, hearing his breathing change as she did her moves, gyrating on his lap, grinding down hard on the firmness she felt there. He wanted her and she loved knowing it. The night went on and she soon found herself laying back on the small platform that had been built into the side of the room.
“Will you touch yourself for me? I want to watch your face, I want to see you cum, and I won’t touch you.”
She licked her lips, feeling the swirling sensation in the pit of her stomach. She let her fingers drift down, slipping and sliding in the wet valley between her thighs as he watched. She spread her legs wide as he came to stand over her, but without touching her. True to his word he simply watched, his hands stroking his massive cock that had made an appearance as she rubbed herself between two fingers, making soft swirls, her body eager to find release. She saw him moving his hands harder on himself and she wanted to taste him, but she knew better.
She felt the orgasm rise up within her and she knew what he would like.
“Cum on me.” She whispered it and even the words pushed her over the edge. She came hard, her moans loud and sharp in the small room. She heard him moan loudly and felt the explosion as he did as she asked him, rubbing his love juice into her skin, feeling the proof of his lust drip off her pert nipples.
He pulled up his pants, smiling at her as he did.
“You are amazing.” He dropped a stack of bills on the table beside her as he walked out. “You did well. I am looking for a new girl, one who will belong to me and only me. That is the rule you will live by if I choose you.” He reached for her, running his hand down the length of her face, smiling at her. She felt something shift, and a deep seeded fear creep up in her as he talked. He moved his hand again, this time moving up towards her throat, letting his fingers linger there for a moment before he blinked, smiling at her once more.
She swallowed hard, unsure of what to say to him next. Fortunately, he moved towards the door. “I will let you know if you are the one dear.” With that he was gone, leaving her with an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach.
CHAPTER 5
She picked up the money, suddenly feeling something akin to disgust. She had just gotten paid for something she did all the time, but somehow what had started off as a sexy thing, had become something dark and bad. She jumped up to clean up the mess, and head for home. Whatever he had meant about being chosen, she would make a point of steering clear of him from this point forward.
That had been then, and ever since he would simply smile at her as he passed her on the way out of the building if he happened to be there. It was no surprise that she rarely saw him anymore, until she noticed him spending a great deal of time with Chelsea, anyway.
Chelsea, for all intents and purposes, was her only true friend. She noticed his frequent visits with her, and Chelsea was gradually changing. Her outfits became more elaborate, and her time was spent with him more often than not. Some days she wouldn’t show up for work at all, calling in to say she was sick,
but Lyla knew something different was going on.
As time went on Chelsea had less and less time to spend with Lyla, and she knew something was wrong. When she did see her, her usually bubbly attitude was somehow solemn and quiet, which made no sense. Lyla, did her best to reach out but ultimately knew it wasn’t her situation to handle Whatever the old man had been trying to get from Lyla, he had obviously found in Chelsea.
Late on a Thursday, she watched as Chelsea made her way down the long hallway, carrying a rose with a black ribbon in her hand. She made her way outside and then home, not really thinking about it again.
The next day, she woke to the frantic cries on her phone from Megan, another dancer from the club.
“Chelsea is dead! They found her body in the ditch across the street from the club. They say they may shut it down Lyla, what are we going to do?” She wailed loudly on the other end of the phone.
Lyla sat up with a start. “Wait what? Start over. What are you talking about, Megan?”
After some time went by Lyla had enough information to last her a lifetime. She sat on the corner of her bed, lost in her own world, thinking of her friend. Whoever had done it had been brutal and angry, somehow taking out his frustration on her. She let a tear slip down her face. Chelsea was a good girl, just dancing to pay off her student loans and taking care of her baby boy.
She thought about the last time they had spoken, and how she had smiled as she passed her in the hall to go down for her private dance. “Oh no.” She spoke it out loud.
She shook her head. He couldn’t be behind it. He was just some random old guy who liked pretty girls, that was it. She shifted her focus on the day to come, putting the rest of this behind her.
The police were making rounds, asking a lot of questions, but she had carefully avoided them. She didn’t need the attention, or to accidently say something wrong. She hated police, and everything they had done to her when she and her mother were hungry and homeless. Today was the last day she had to get through before the boys were there tomorrow. She hadn’t worked in days since the club was closed for a while. Tonight, however was another matter, and she needed the distraction. Her mother had cornered her that morning and told her she needed to come to dinner that night. Reluctant to meet yet another boyfriend, she had tried to get out of it, but after an hour she knew it was obviously important to her mother so she had agreed.
CHAPTER 6
Getting out of stripper mode she pulled her mass of hair back, and slipped into a simple black and white dress and pumps. She did her makeup, needed only a little to accentuate her features. Her mother had stressed the need for her to dress nicely, since they were all going to a nice place for dinner. She made her way out to the car and followed the directions she had been given until she pulled into a very nice neighborhood. The community was elaborate and obviously upper-class. She pulled the car into the driveway at the house she had been told to come too. As she knocked on the door, she was surprised to see her mother answer.
“Lyla, I’m so glad you’re here. Come in come in.” She scurried her through the door and finally Lyla met the boyfriend. “This is Alex Randolph; Alex this is Lyla.”
He had a kind face, and he looked at her mother with a sense of complete devotion. Lyla felt her body relax as she watched them together.
“Lyla, Amanda has told me so much about you, I’m am so glad to finally meet you.” He hugged her slightly and then a strange look passed between him and her mother. Something was going on, that much was obvious.
“I’m afraid I can’t say the same, Mr...?”
“Call me Alex, please.” He slipped his arm behind her mother, pulling her to him. “The boys won’t be able to come here to meet us so we are going to have to meet them at the restaurant. We have some time; ow about a drink?”
Lyla nodded and he set off to make her something. She glanced at her mother with a knowing smile on her face.
“What?” Her mother actually blushed as she asked. It was obvious this relationship was far different than any other one she had been in.
He came back with a drink and the three of them settled into the kitchen, all chatting happily about nothing.
“You two seem to be doing well.” Lyla watched her mothers’ face as she asked. It was priceless how she knew her so well. She gave her a reassuring smile. “I guess I just mean you two look happy.”
Her mother turned to face Alex for a moment. “We are.”
He looked at her mother. “Yes we are.” He turned back to look at Lyla. “We are really glad you came to night.” He checked his watch. “You ready to go dear?”
At her nod the three of them filed back outside and she slipped into the door of the Bentley he held open for her. She tried to make some eye contact with her mother, but it was useless, she was so enthralled with him.
As they took the short ride to the restaurant she was once more lost in thought. She could be working tonight, but her mother had made it very clear that this was an important night for them. She could only imagine what was going to happen as they made their way inside. She could practically smell money in the air, the place was so full of the upper class. She felt the air being sucked out of her lungs and immediately needed a break.
They had just been led to their table when she felt like she needed to go. She excused herself to go to the restroom, and made her way down a long corridor to her destination. Once inside she splashed water on her face, taking in long deep breaths. This was not her world, but she could sit through it for tonight, she could do that much for her mother. She straightened her dress, smoothing back her long tresses.
Another moment passed and she made her way back outside and towards the table to enjoy dinner when she finally looked up from the floor. Her heart stopped beating. It was them.
Lyla let her frantic gaze flicker between the two of them, confused. She saw the look of surprise on Nickolas’ face but Charles remained unfazed by the new developments. She was still unable to breathe when Alex introduced her to them.
“Lyla this is Charles and Nick, my sons. They are not much older than you. Boys this is Lyla, Amanda’s only daughter.”
She swallowed hard, plastering a smile to her face as she shook first one hand and then the other. They moved so that she could sit between them, and she smiled at her mother as she settled into her seat. They all spoke about their careers, she expounded on her classes that she was taking and she noticed the gleam in Charles eye from time to time. She found herself relaxing as the night went on, it was obvious neither of the two men were planning on giving her up to her mother. Soon dinner was underway and they dined on black sea bass and vegetables and she finally felt like everything would be fine. It was then that she felt their hands on her thighs. They didn’t move, not really, but simply held her there, gently applying pressure to let her know who was in control after all.
There was something about the pressure that made her relax; she was there for her mother and despite her initial concerns, she relaxed, doing her best to enjoy the time spent with her mother, and the two of them. Everything would be just fine. She was safe and she was thankful for that. Soon the evening came to an end but not before Alex and her mother stood, holding hands.
“We are so glad all of you came to dinner tonight.” Alex said and then looked at her mother, before turning back to look at the three of them. “We have decided that we don’t want to date anymore, instead we are getting married.”
Her mother practically bounced with happiness and Alex hugged her close to him. It was clear that they were in love, and she felt a smile form on her face. Her mother had worked hard her entire life to get her raised and fed every day, and more often than not it had been a struggle. She felt pressure on her thighs once more before both men stood, smiling and hugging both her mother and their father. Everyone seemed to be happy, despite the fact that that she had been sleeping with her soon to be step-brothers.
“Dad, why don’t Nickolas and I take Lyla back to the house. Sh
e can get her car from there and you two can have some alone time?”
Alex and Amanda exchanged looks. “That would be wonderful Charles, thank you. That is if you don’t mind, Lyla?”
She shook her head and smiled slightly. She felt some anticipation start to stir deep down.
“Great, sounds good. I know your mother has a lot of planning to do so I hope you can make time for that.” He smiled, hugging her close once more before he set off on a walk around the water with her mother.
As she and the two men made their way to the parking lot she felt something akin to sadness. She would miss them, and the passion that seemed to explode between them. She waited until they were at a long black car before she turned to face them.
CHAPTER 7
“Thank you, both of you, for not saying anything. My mother doesn’t know what I do, and the fact that we had a special arrangement wouldn’t really sit well with her, I’m almost sure of it.” She gave them a half smile.
Nick spoke first. “Why would I say anything; we are friends, aren’t we? Just special friends.” He moved to stand beside her, his mouth finding hers in a sweet, soft kiss. She blinked up at him when it was over, somewhat confused.
“I just assumed that since we have to stop it all now… I just don’t want things to be awkward, that’s all.” She bit her lower lip.
Charles spoke next. “There is no “used to” as it relates to us Lyla. Nothing has changed, despite the new twist of fate that we’ve been dealt. Now, since we are alone once more, take off your panties and lean against the car, Lyla.”
There was no asking of her for anything; instead Charles demanded it of her, always. She did as he asked and she felt his hands creeping up the front of her dress, until he used his left hand to press down on her chest, holding her in place. His right hand was moving up her thigh, seeking the most intimate part of her. She whimpered as he made contact, his fingers cold from the night air as they pressed into her heat. He focused his attention on the tiny nub he found there, his concern only in making her body react to his as she always did.