SIX: A Men of the Strip Anthology

by Marie Skye

  She looked back behind her to the flowers. “I bet you didn’t know horticulture was my favorite subject?” She’s wrong. I did know.

  She walked over to a particular flower, and gently touched one.

  “I have lots of favorites here,” she looked around the room. “They’re mostly…”

  “Based off the name,” I finished for her, and her eyes widened. “You like the names because a lot of them are funny sounding.”

  She looked at me curiously, as I walked up to one. “Your brother told me that you two often laughed at the Hookers Onion.” She gasped as she covered her mouth and giggled.

  “He told you about that?”

  I nodded. “I have every damn flower in here memorized because of him. Because of you.” Her eyes lit up. I walked over to a few other rows, and came back a few seconds later. “I also knew that had you been given a proper corsage, you would’ve wanted this flower.” I placed a Ghost Flower in her hair, and couldn’t help myself as I slid my fingertips through her hair and she softly sighed. I shut my eyes tight before I said the next words. “I put in my resignation with the school.”

  Her body froze, and before she spoke, I continued. “I had to. It’s hard seeing you every day when all I want to do is touch you. It’s hard seeing asshole shits like Smith talk to you, or hang on to you. It kills me.” I took a deep breath, and stepped back. “When I said I didn’t want you with anyone else, I meant it. I really fucking meant it. I only want you with me.” I exhaled sharply. “I’ve no right to you. I know I don’t. Our age gaps. Fuck, you’re still in high school. After this, you can leave and go to college and meet someone else, and forget all about me, and that’s something I need to be prepared for, but right now, I’m being a selfish asshole because I love you and…”

  Before I could finish, her lips crashed into mine, catching me off guard. I picked her up, carrying her to a small nearby sink. I inched her dress up so her legs could wrap around me, and I moaned, just feeling her arms around me.

  “I think I’ve always loved you,” she whispered against me.

  I pulled back and looked at her. Her eyes held nothing but truth. My hands slowly inched up her dress, and she gasped as I ripped her panties at the seam. She lifted as I bunched her dress around her waist and spread her wide. I trailed one finger through the soft petals of her pussy, and she shuddered. I lifted the finger to my mouth and sucked, before pulling it out with a pop, and giving her a devilish smile. I slowly rubbed her clit, and she closed her eyes on a moan.

  “Watch.”

  “Yes, Darius,” she whispered.

  I bent down, breathing her in, before taking her clit between my teeth. Her hands flew to my hair, as my tongue sought her entrance, tonguing her as deep as I could. If there was anything I loved, it was eating her pussy. Seeing her come alive…pun intended just from my tongue, my touch, and my words, over and over again. I hummed, and she jerked as she tried to push me away, and I gripped her hips, sucking her clit harder, until she let out a soft scream before quickly covering her own mouth. When her breathing calmed, I rose and covered her mouth with mine. She always went wild when she tasted herself.

  “In me,” she whispered. She undid my belt before I had a chance, and was already grabbing my cock before I fully had my zipper down. She spread her legs wider, urging me in, and I pressed my head against hers, as I rubbed my cock up and down her pussy and we both moaned, as we watched me glide my dick against her clit, teasing her as she got wetter. I hissed when the tip pushed in. It would be so easy to pump forward. So fucking easy to drown myself in her tight heat. She inched forward with determination to make that happen, and my grip on her hips tightened, holding her steady. A bead of sweat permeated across my brow, as I restrained myself.

  As much as I wanted to feel her the way she was meant to be felt, we couldn’t risk it. Yeah, we did it before, but we couldn’t be careless.

  “I’m on the pill,” her voice echoed my thoughts. My eyes met hers. “For a while now. A few years,” she panted.

  I exhaled sharply. “Rub your clit. I want to see you.” She hesitated at first, before her fingers touched her clit and started rubbing. It didn’t take long before she found her rhythm. I bit my bottom lip. I was damn near salivating watching her pussy. I still had just the tip in, but her little movements caused more friction between us. The more friction had her pussy practically dripping. She hissed when I inched in, and I moaned. “Keep rubbing.”

  Her finger moved faster, and her breathing grew heavier. I grabbed her hair tightly holding her head still against mine, keeping her head focused on where we were joined. “Don’t stop; I want that pussy to suck me in. All the fucking way in. Make that pussy choke my cock! Make that pussy suck me in!”

  “Oh God! Darius!” Her body started to shudder. Seeing her pussy contract did wonders to my soul. It could bring any man down. I was transfixed as her juices coated my dick. My hand went to her nape, at the same time I slammed all the way in, feeling her convulse around me. She bit into my neck, muffling her screams. Knowing I’m the one that did this to her, that made her feel this way, made me feel primal, it made me feel animalistic, and it made me feel like she was the only thing that mattered in this entire fucking world, and I’d be damned if I ever had to let her go. She clawed at the material of my shirt, as her orgasm tore through her. I fucked her deep, needing to feel her as much as I could. Her hand slipped away from her clit, but that wasn’t enough for me. I picked right up where she left off, and she hissed as my thumb kept the pressure going on her clit, and she tensed up.

  “Again,” I whispered before nipping the shell of her ear. She shook her head as I licked and sucked the column of her neck. I smirked, as I rubbed her clit harder. I said “again,” I hardened my voice. I traced her bottom lip, and she braced herself on my arm, her whole body tensing up as if that was going to stop what was going to happen. Silly girl.

  “Together?” She panted out.

  As much as I wanted this to last, I knew we didn’t have much time, and I was already close. I kissed her hard, as if my life depended on it. “Together,” I breathed out. I barely got the words out before I felt her pussy clamp down on me, and she bit down on her bottom lip to muffle her moan. It didn’t take much for me to go over. I thrust deep, and held myself.

  We stood there both breathing heavily, me holding her; not wanting to let her go, but knew I had to eventually. I took a deep breath, before easing out of her, and tucking myself in. I grabbed a few paper towels behind her.

  “I can do it.” She squeezed her legs closed.

  I smirked as I spread her legs back open, “I take care of what’s mine.” She blushed as she looked away. “Surely, you’re not shy?” She didn’t respond, but instead bit her bottom lip, still not looking at me. I chuckled as I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at me. “The taste of your pussy is still on my lips, and you’re shy about me cleaning my cum from between your legs?”

  She turned to me gasping, and I smiled. She took the paper towels from me and fanned me away as she jumped from the counter, smoothed her dress down, and checked herself over. “Do I look okay?”

  I pulled her to me. “Fucking beautiful,” I murmured against her. “But I’m sure you’ve been told that all night.”

  She shook her head as she started for the door. “Just by you.”

  I paused. “Smith?”

  She peeked out the window, before turning back to me. “What?”

  “Smith didn’t tell you you looked beautiful?”

  “No,” she shrugged. She shrugged like it was no big deal. It was a big fucking deal. That self-centered piece of shit. Then it dawned on me. She couldn’t go home with me tonight. She couldn’t go home with me any night. Of course, if we were married this would be…wait, what the fuck was I thinking? Marriage?

  “Did you hear me?”

  I looked up at Danielle. I hadn’t a clue what she said. “What?”

  “I said the coast is clear. I’ll head back, wait
a few minutes.”

  I slowly nodded. I hated this. She went back to her so-called date, and I went back to playing hostess, as if we didn’t just fuck each other senseless. I was booked Sunday at SIX. Every Sunday was mandatory Brunch with no Britches, and this Sunday was my turn. Two of us played chef in our best thong and a bow tie, as we cooked and served. All proceeds went to charity. If we didn’t show, Betty had our ass, and we made it a point never to have our ass handed to us by Betty. We loved her, but the last thing you ever wanted was to get on Betty’s bad side.

  Before Danielle opened the door, I pulled her to me, kissing her softly. “Remember what I said,” I whispered, and she nodded. I stood back into the shadows as she opened the door and went out. I reassured myself that this would all work out.

  This would all work out. Because it had to.

  Little did I know in a matter of hours how everything would explode tenfold.

  9

  Is anyone actually eager to go to school? For the first time ever, I was. Since the dance, Danielle and I haven’t had too much time to talk. I think I was actually starting to feel like she was avoiding my messages, but chalked it up that she may actually have been busy.

  I repositioned the two trays of donuts for the third time. Yeah, I actually brought donuts for the class. But just glazed. I didn’t want them to actually think I really gave a shit enough to get them a nice variety of donuts. I heard the students starting to file in, and I stood up straighter. Two more weeks. It was all for her. Always for her.

  I pretended to go about my business as if her coming in the room wasn’t going to affect me. It always did. I knew she was near, before she walked in. I felt the smile creep on my face before she fully entered, and then it slowly dissipated.

  The same group of girls chatted around her, and while she gave them all a smile, something was wrong. My eyes slowly traveled over her body, as she nervously tapped her foot against the floor. Her Chucks were scuffed. Probably not a big deal. Today, she wore black tights and a long-sleeved blouse, which were highly unusual for this Nevada heat. No matter what was going on in class, she never looked up at me. Not once. Even when I called on her to answer a question even though her hand wasn’t raised, she kept her head down, as if she was purposely avoiding me. Maybe she was.

  The bell finally rang, and she quickly stuffed her things into her bag. Before she could try for an escape, I used my useless power as a teacher to stop her. “Danielle, can I see you for a moment.” She stilled, and her shoulders dropped. She stood silently as the rest of the students left, and the moment the door clicked, I pounced. “What’s going on?”

  She continued to stare at her feet. “Did you need something?” I watched as she stood there fidgeting, and completely avoided the question. Her hair was covering her face, her arms wrapped around her. She was so not okay.

  “I didn’t ask if you needed something, I want to know what the hell is going on. You can’t even look at me? Why aren’t you looking at me?”

  She gave a nervous laugh, then checked her watch. “I have to go, so if you don’t need anything…”

  Before she could move, I grabbed her arm forcing her to face me, and everything stopped. My other hand lightly traced the faint mark under her eye, and she flinched. “Danielle,” her name came out as a whisper. Her eyes didn’t meet mine as she looked away. It was clear she tried to cover it up, but I knew every inch of her, and saw right fucking through her. “Who did this?” She tried to move out of my grasp, and my grip tightened. “Who did this?!” My voice hardened.

  She slowly shook her head, and her eyes glistened with unshed tears. “It’s nothing. It’s my fault. I was being careless, and I fell.”

  My eyes narrowed as I released her. She and I both knew that was complete shit. “You fell?”

  She nodded, still not meeting my eyes. I took a half step back. “Don’t lie to me. Name. Now.” She finally looked at me, and for the first time in the short amount of time I’ve known her, and yet not so short amount of time, she looked scared.

  She rubbed her eyes, “It was after the party. Smith wanted to do stuff, and I told him no, and…”

  “And what?!” I sharply cut her off. My fists were already clenched, and I could practically taste blood. I wanted to taste blood.

  “He wouldn’t leave me alone, and I guess he saw some of the marks on my neck from when me and you…” she paused and took a deep breath looking away, and lava scoured through my veins. She went back to focusing on her shoes, but she wasn’t fast enough. I already saw a spilled tear she quickly wiped away.

  I dug my hands in my pocket, just so she would know I at least looked calm, before I spoke. “What happened, Danielle?”

  She took a moment before meeting my eyes. “He mentioned you. He said he sees the way I look at you, and he knows what’s going on. I told him I didn’t know what he was talking about, and he threatened to turn you in. He said I was just a big whore anyway. I fought him off, and when I still said no and pushed him off of me, and threatened to scream, he hit me.”

  I exhaled sharply, still trying to reign it in. “Where did this happen?”

  “Just outside my dorm.”

  I nodded. My teeth were clenched so tight, and my jaw was ticking. I was calm on the outside, but I was a raging fire on the inside. I reached in my back pocket for my phone, sending a message.

  “I should go.”

  I blocked her exit. “I’m having someone pick you up.”

  Her eyes widened in shock. “What?”

  “You’ll be a hundred percent safe with them, I promise. I wouldn’t hand you off to just anybody.” I grabbed her bag, putting the rest of her things in it.

  “But…but what about my classes?”

  “I’ll take care of it, don’t worry. We’ll go out the back entrance, less of a crowd, if any that way.” Before she could protest, I was already ushering her out, just in time for the bright ass pink Cadillac, Betty drove, to pull up. I shook my head every time I saw her damn car. She’s decked it out with the classic white walls, and don’t even get me started on the fact that she had the seat covers designed to be what it would look like if a zebra, and a cheetah had a baby. I sighed. What a way to make this covert Betty. Danielle looked back at me skeptical. I nodded in encouragement, and assured her again she was safe, and gave detailed instructions after she was loaded in.

  10

  Twelve Hours Later

  I headed down the stairs and jumped in Jag’s car, gave both him and Sin a brief nod before closing my eyes and resting my head against the cool leather. I could feel them both staring at me. Sin kicked the back of my chair.

  “We’re not moving until you talk.”

  I slowly opened my eyes and reached for the handle. “I’ll walk then.”

  Jag put the car in drive, and the tires screeched as he sped off. “Fuck you Dare! We’re brothers. Your brothers who just bailed your ass out of jail, remember? Now cut the shit and talk.”

  I sighed. He was right. I turned to face them. “I was arrested for beating the shit out of one of my students.”

  Sin busted out laughing in the background. “What the fuck man? You took teaching too seriously, and felt the urge to beat some kid?”

  I rolled my eyes. “No, I beat the shit out of an entitled fuck that’s technically eighteen, which makes them an adult, that decided to put their fucking hands on Danielle because she said no. My Danielle.”

  The car jerked, and Jag’s eyes shot to mine briefly before he looked back to the road. His hands tightened around the steering wheel. “You know you should’ve had all of us help you take care of that man.”

  And just like that, if any of them were pissed, it was quickly dissolved. If anything, we were all against, it was against any type of abuse. “I know. It’s handled.”

  He nodded, as he drove us the rest of the way to SIX.

  I felt like we couldn’t get to SIX fast enough. Jag barely put the car in park before I already had the door opened, and wa
s jumping out. I headed straight to Betty’s office and didn’t even bother knocking. I visibly relaxed seeing Danielle sitting, actually looking comfortable. That was the moment I finally breathed for the first time since I let her out of my sight.

  “She fucking cheats at Phase 10 man.” Big D threw his cards down, before grabbing another beer, and pointing to her. “She said she didn’t know how to play, she fucking lied.”

  Danielle covered her mouth in a lame attempt at hiding her laughter. I leaned against the wall, trying to tell myself to not overwhelm her. Yet.

  Gio looked up from a book he was reading. “Um yeah, she’s also good at chess. Basically, any of these shitty games we have. Bring her to the house for a barbecue. We’ll play a real game.” I stared at Gio and Big D. I was very fucking confused. I was expecting at least a few digs from either one of them. Instead, they were treating her like family. Gio got up walking towards me to leave but paused when he noticed the bruises on my hands, and I stuffed them in my pockets, as he gave me a questioning look.

  “I’ll explain later,” I whispered to him. He narrowed his eyes as he left.

  Danielle looked over at me and smiled. I smiled back. I finally cleared my throat, and looked at Big D. “You mind if we have the room?”

  Big D shrugged. “Whatever. I owe her anyways.” He gave me a nod as he shut the door behind him. We were quiet for a beat, and she finally stood up.

  “So, you’re a stripper?” She blushed when she said it.

  I threw my head back and laughed.

  “I like to think of it as a performer of greatness.”

  She looked around the room nervously. We had a lot to talk about. But in this moment in time, none of that matter. She was here, and right now, she was too fucking far from where she needed to be. She finally looked back at me and started to speak again, but before she could, I had her against the wall. She softly moaned as I wrapped her leg around me, my mouth claiming every inch of her. Her hands worked to unfasten my belt, and I stopped her, as I slowly shook my head. “I want you in my bed.”