by Delisa Lynn
“The Naughty Nipple is a mixture of Bailey’s Irish Cream, Sambuca, and Kahlua. It’s our most popular drink and a favorite of mine as well.” She says with a wink, then looks at Ashton and says, “What can I get for you, sir?”
“I…umm, I think I will have a Naughty Nipple as well.” He says as he clears his throat.
“I will return with your drinks shortly, just let me know if you need anything else. Here is a list of all the private shows you can enjoy this evening.” She says as she places what looks like a menu, but it had pictures of the dancers and their prices on it.
She returns within minutes with our drinks. I drink my first one quickly and decide I will go for a second one. I have a pretty good little buzz going on, I haven’t felt this good since my bachelor party.
I’m tired of just sitting here, so I tell Ashton I’m going to go up to the dance floor. I’m normally not much of a dancer, but I feel pretty damn good. Ashton follows me up there and we stand next to the bar, the dance floor is pretty crowded. There are half-naked women everywhere.
“Liam, there are these girls that has been eyeing us. So don’t look their direction, or they will be all over us, which I’m okay with that. But you, my dear cousin, are ten sheets to the wind, and you have a very beautiful pregnant wife at home.”
“Where are they? Yeah my beautiful pregnant wife…pfft… My baby might not be my baby. You believe she fucked him and the baby I’ve wanted, probably with my damn luck, isn’t mine. Now bring on the dancing, and more of them nipple drinks.” I say as I down the rest of my drink.
I walk over to the two said girls Ashton was talking about and ask if they would like to dance. They definitely aren’t my type, but hey, I’m just dancing. They both follow me and Ashton just stares at us. Through the speakers the sound of Robin Thick’s “Blurred Lines” blares.
I just start dancing, letting loose and before I know it, I’m sandwiched in between the two girls, and Ashton is behind the other one. They’re both grinding on me, and for the first time that, I can remember, another girl other than Lila makes my dick twitch. I try backing up, but the dark hair beauty keeps pushing her ass into me. I want to just slam my dick in her and forget all the pain I’m feeling, all the hurt I’m going through, I thought maybe this would help.
I let the alcohol take over, and I grab her hips and grind into her ass as hard as I can. She must like it, she throws her arms behind her, grabs my head, and pulls it down to her neck. It’s wrong, I know it is, but goddamn it feels good as fuck. She turns to face me and the lyrics changed to “Yeah” by Usher.
“My name is Arizona, what’s yours handsome?” she says as she slides her hands down my chest. God what am I doing. This girl is a damn spitfire. She is hot and I mean hot as hell. I look over and see the other girl is dancing with Ashton.
“Arizona, like the state? My name is Liam, but I have to be honest with you. I’m a married man, sweets.” I say as I back up a little. I’m still close enough that I can smell the alcohol on her breath. She edges a little closer to me and cups her hand over my strained pants. Rubbing her palm back and forth across my bulge that was screaming to be touched.
“Yes, my parents loved the state. Well, I didn’t say I was looking to get hitched. I was just looking for a good time. If you know what I mean.” She says as she leans in and licks my neck. Next thing I know her tongue is wrapped around mine and my very hard cock is pressing into her stomach. I place both hands in her hair and pull her into me as close as possible. I kiss her hard and rough, it doesn’t mean anything. Finally, I pull away.
“Hmm, someone wants to come out and play.” She says as she shoves her hand down my pants. Holy hell, damn it feels so good. I have to stop her though. I can’t do this shit. I grab her hand and pull it out of my pants.
“Come on, let’s get a drink.” I say as I lead her to a nearby table. Ashton is occupied with her friend. He isn’t as drunk as I am, but I know he has been drinking. I order her an Apple Martini and myself a shot Patrón.
She was basically siting on my lap, I drink my shot and sit there staring at her. She keeps licking her lips. I look at her and say, “Do you work downstairs?” She had a very odd look on her face.
“No, but if you want me to give you a private show, I can do that for free handsome.”
“No I…uh… I just wasn’t sure, if you were here looking for someone or worked here.” I say as I scoot her off my lap and further away from me. I can feel the Patrón kicking in. I need to leave like now, before I let the alcohol take control of my body, and do things I shouldn’t be doing.
I stand up and stumble over to Ashton, who has his hands wrapped around the blonde’s waist, still grinding all over her. I tap his shoulder, and she shoots me daggers.
“You okay man, you need to go?” Ashton asks.
“I do need to get out of here, now.” I say as I start walking in the direction of the door. I see Arizona talking to the blonde, they both look pissed. The blonde comes running over and shoves her number in Ashton’s pocket.
Walking out into the night air, I can feel relief floating through my veins. I don’t know if it was the breeze or just the California night air. But I feel damn good about leaving when we did. All I can think about was my family and what would happen if I was ever unfaithful to them. Because not only would I be cheating on Lila, I would be cheating on my children as well. I could never do anything to separate my family.
I noticed I have several texts from Lila. I’m not really in the mood to talk right now. Although, I need to talk to her. My head is pounding. I knew right now wasn’t the right time. I look at Ashton and ask if he’s okay to drive.
“I’m good dude, you need to go home? Or would you like to go to a bar, the nights still young.” He says with a wink. Fuck I’m really not ready to go home, but I feel like I should, before I get myself into some trouble. Although Lila could cheat on me, there is no way in hell I was sticking my dick in some skank. I love my wife to goddamn much.
“You know what man, let’s take my car and drop it off, and then take a cab to another bar. So we both can get tore up and fucking enjoy it. Sound good?”
“Sounds like a plan to me, what if Lila sees us and makes you stay home?” Ashton asks in a serious tone.
I looked at him and say, “Lila isn’t the boss of me. I’m a grown ass man, I own my house and my company, and I can do as I please.”
“Okay. Let’s roll then. But wait, you didn’t do anything with that chick did you? I mean, she was all over you and you both walked away.”
“No, she did stroke my Johnson a couple times. But goddamn dude, I thought I was going to come all over her ass when we were dancing. She had my dick doing jumping jacks.”
“Dude, she was pretty damn sexy. So was her friend. I just wasn’t feeling her. I knew if I didn’t get you out when I did, she would have her way with you.”
Ashton drives to my house, I plan on going to another bar. I just need to think and relax, that’s all I want. I love my Lila, so I’m not looking to meet anyone or to hook up. As the gate opens I see Li, standing by the door. I haven’t returned any of her calls. I know she is probably very pissed at me right now.
“Ashton, did you text her?” I whisper, he just looks at me. Fuck he did. Damn bastard, he is supposed to be on my side.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t want you to do anything you would regret. I think you should just talk to her and tell her your exact feelings. So I’m going to crash here tonight if that’s okay with the two of you?”
“Fuck you, bitch. Yeah, you can sleep in the guest room. I will thank you when I’m sober though”
“Hey Li, what are you doing up? I thought you would be sleeping by now. Ashton and I went and had a few drinks at a bar… Um actually you know what I will be honest, we went to a strip club. I danced with some girl, and she, well she…”
What the hell, Liam and Ashton both come home drunk. Ashton text me about an hour ago and tells me to be waiting. Liam’s in the
middle of telling me about some skank…omigosh…he fucked her. I will kill him, the way my hormones are and to go to a damn strip club with an almost six month pregnant wife at home. I’m going to kill Ashton first. Then after I kill him, I will break every bone in Liam’s body, and then go beat the fuck out of the damn skank that fucked my husband.
“Okay Mister, you got some fucking explaining to do. Why in the hell would you take my husband to a damn strip club and get him drunk? And what the hell did he do with some girl?” I ask Ashton as he drags Liam in and puts him on the couch. He smells like cheap perfume and tequila. He rarely drinks, so he must have had a pretty good time.
“Li, look I’m sorry. He needed a break, he kept drinking the nipples, and then there were these tram- I mean girls. But I don’t think he did anything with her. I promise, that’s why I sent you that text. I didn’t want him to regret anything. He’s hurting. I know you guys have shit going on, that’s none of my business, but babe, he needs you and he needs you to talk to him, be honest with him and Lila, love him the way he loves you.”
“First off you dickweed, don’t call me babe. You ruined that shit years ago. Whatever goes on with Liam and I, is none of your goddamn business. I don’t go sticking my nose in you and Christa’s business. If she tells me stuff then, I just listen. So whatever you think is going on, you need to step back and look at your own marriage Ashton, before you walk your drunk ass in my house. You and Liam both smell like fucking dollar store perfume. And cheap alcohol. Now what was you saying, babe?”
God I’m so fucking pissed, if Liam told him about Evan, I will castrate his ass. It’s none of Ashton’s business, I like him and all, but he’s no goddamn saint. I know he and Chrsitabella are having issues, but he should have thought twice about marrying a stripper he knocked up. I know that’s why he married her. She’s from the other side of the tracks, definitely not from the valley where we grew up. I feel bad for yelling at him now, and I need some damn Funyuns, we are out and it’s almost three in the morning.
“Lila, I’m sorry ba- I mean swe- ah goddamn it, I’m sorry. It’s none of my business. I hope you will forgive me and please, whatever my wonderful wife is telling you, don’t believe it. No we aren’t happy, but that’s her fault. I try my best to be a good husband. I love my son more than anything, and I will always make him my priority.”
“I’m sorry Ashton, it’s these damn hormones. You can talk to me whenever you need too. You are my family now, and I would never turn my back on you for what your wife says, and speaking of AJ, he is upstairs in bed. She dropped him off around eleven-ish and said she had things to do. I didn’t question, you know we love having him here. Now go shower, and get in bed with your son. I’ll bring you some of Liam’s clothes. Don’t get in bed with that baby smelling like them skanks!” I walk over and hug him, I’m very piss at him and Liam, and I will find out what in the hell went on. Ugh, the smell makes me want to throw-up. I hate the smell of skanks.
Going to a damn strip club… If it was a bar, that would be fine, but a fucking hooker joint. One of the damn tramps number fell out of one of their pockets, I flushed that shit down the toilet. I crawl in bed alone, for the first time in months. I lie there and as usual cry, wondering why I did what I did. And for the first time in years, I didn’t think about Evan.
I thought about Liam being in the Army, then in that hospital for so long, no one not knowing whom he was, or where he was from. He must have been scared when he awoke, knowing that his family was looking for him, and none of us were there. The thought of it makes me even sadder, I had never really thought about it. While I was living my life, having fun and sleeping with Evan, he was lying in a strange place, with no one he loved around him.
When we found him, I was the happiest I’d been since he left for the Army. I loved Evan, but Liam was all I thought about. Sure there were times when I was happy with Evan and didn’t think about Liam. But that wasn’t very often, I was completely honest with Evan about my feelings for Liam, and he knew that if ever given that second chance with a life with Liam, I would take it. And leave him, for Liam.
This is our second chance, and I fucked it up. I knew the night in New York that I slept with Evan would ruin everything. But at that moment I didn’t care, all I cared about was feeling Evan’s touch again. That night has changed everything and has turned my world upside down. Whatever Liam has done, I deserve. As I lie here thinking and crying about the wrong choices I’ve made, I know I did one thing right and that was coming back to Liam. If he fucked some skanky stripper, we will get past it, it’s going to hurt, but we will overcome this, just as we have all of the obstacles thrown our way. I can’t live without him, ever.
“Well good morning sleepy head, did you sleep well on the couch, smelling like that cheap ass perfume?” I ask my wonderful husband as he comes strolling in our room at seven in the morning. Thank God everyone else was still asleep. He just looks at me, with unshed tears in his glassy blue eyes.
“So Liam, what happened with you and the stripper last night? You sure did smell an awful lot like her. Before your drunk ass passed out, you were telling me quite an interesting story. Somewhere on the lines that she possibly touched and kissed you? Is that what you were going to say to me, Liam Anthony Ellis?”
He looks at me and sits down on the bed, run both hands through his hair. I walk over and kneel down in front of him, he looks at me and I can see the unshed tears in his eyes. If he fucking tells me he slept with some tramp, I may not be responsible for what these hormones make me do.
“Liam, if you went to a club, got drunk, and buried yourself in some tramp, I need to fucking know now!” I yell, and it wasn’t a whisper it was a yell that would startle anyone. I’m so mad, and the blood was boiling in my veins, like it has never boiled before.
“Li, goddamn it. No, I didn’t fuck anyone. I danced with her and she kissed me and grabbed my dick. Did it feel good? Yes it did, is that what you want to hear? I let some tramp touch me and shove her tongue down my throat. I have never wanted anyone other than you. No one has touched me since high school except for you. So yes, having some tramp grind her ass on me and touching me turned me on. But I left Li, I love you so much. I would never be with anyone else. I was drunk, and to be honest with you, I’m pissed. You went to a wedding for your friend and almost died on your way home. Then I find out you are pregnant, and the baby may not be mine. You want to know what the worst part is. Having to know that you let Evan fuck you not once but twice and without a condom. He had his dick buried inside of you, with nothing between the two of you his bare skin touching your insides. You my fucking wife, my life, and some other fucker had a hell of a weekend banging the fuck out of you. Now I’ll have to look at our son every goddamn day for the rest of our lives, and think about you fucking Evan Martin. That’s what my problem is, Lila Rae Ellis. I know you didn’t mean to and I know that you are sorry, that you love me, and all that other bull shit. But it happened and now not only you have to live with it but so does our family. What do you think everyone will say if they find out? You know, my family and family name is well known around half the state. You’re a wife, mother, and a lawyer and you are acting like you’re still nineteen. I understand that you had a thing with Evan when I was in the army. I get that, but to fuck him at your father’s memorial service, while I was not even ten feet away. What kind of person are you? Who the hell does that? I don’t know. I thought I was okay with everything, but it’s tearing me apart. Tearing us apart, because last night I was ready to do the exact thing and forget about you for the night. But I guess that’s the difference, I have a conscious.”
I’m so mad at him, he is going to use my cheating to make this all better. There is no fucking excuse to make this better. I can feel my jaw clinch and my tears streaming down my cheeks, I look at him and say, “Well since I’m such a whore and a bad wife, looks like I’ll leave you to do whatever and who the fuck ever you want. You may want to get tested, I’m sure that skank h
ad some sort of disease. I’m sorry that my childish behavior will ruin the Ellis name.”
“What if it was me Li, what if I did that shit to you? You wouldn’t like it one goddamn bit. That fucker came to the hospital and talked to me, I bet his country ass was smiling and laughing at me. Thinking ha ha motherfucker, I fucked your wife, not once but three times since you been back, oh I’m sorry, make that four. Why you were home watching your kids, I was making her scream my name, giving her orgasm, after orgasm. How the hell am I supposed to feel, Lila?”
“I’m not sure Liam, but I’m not doing this. Your right, he was probably laughing at you the entire time, thinking about fucking me nice and hard, coming in me over and over. While I screamed his name. Is that what you said?”
I kiss his cheek, walk into the closet, pack a bag, throw on some sweat pants, and going the hell away from him. I’ve hurt him so bad, he has never spoken to me that way, and I never thought that he would. But I’ve driven him to this point. My selfishness has ruined my marriage, and my husband’s love and respect for me as vanished. Everything that we worked to build back up, I’ve completely fucked it all up.
“Li, what the hell. I told you. I didn’t fuck any goddamn body. I love you too much. I wouldn’t never do what you have to me. I’m so confused, what the hell do you want from me? I can’t take back last night, just like you can’t take back being with Evan all those times.” He says as he walks over and places his arm around my waist.
“I don’t want anything from you, and just so you know, I will never need anything from you either. Now please don’t touch me again, if I were you, I would take a shower, and call the cleaners to clean the couch.”
“Li, baby come on don’t act like this.” He says as he grabs me around my waist and tries pulling me into him.