Bowie's Angel

by Lynn Burke

My eyes popped wide, but I shouldn’t have been surprised.

  “They’re all over and send feed directly to his office computer,” Avril said.

  “Oh.”

  Austin had taken the front and center seat that afternoon, but knowing Bowie watched in the privacy of his office tingled my pussy. I imagined him jerking off while I pretended the pole I gyrated against was his hot, hard body.

  “No one has been able to break him.”

  I glanced at Avril in the mirror once more. “What do you mean?”

  “He’s got more self-control than any man I’ve ever met -- and I’ve met plenty.” Her lips remained in a straight line, and I wondered at the level of hatred she held for the opposite sex. I’d yet to see her flirt with a man, or even discuss one in a positive light other than our boss. “He’s had every willing pussy within town limits -- some of the club whores more than once, but no one has been able to get him to commit to anything outside of fucking.”

  “Oh.” I swallowed against sudden disappointment, but reminded myself I had become a new and improved Hannah. A woman who chased after what she wanted, a risk taker who had her whole life ahead of her -- and the freedom to choose how to spend it. Even if the damn man did lie about not messing with the dancers.

  I smiled at my reflection, loving the pink that tinged my cheeks beneath the smoky eye shadow and liner Avril had helped me perfect. He wanted to hide? Fine. I would use everything in my power to draw him out. Break him. Going back to my first song, the one that had him storming back the hallway, might do the trick.

  Rhianna’s Skin rumbled through my body, and although Austin once more sat in the front chair, I danced and fucked that pole as though Bowie sat there staring at me. Squeezing his cock through his jeans. Licking his lips as though wanting a taste of the wetness coating my thong.

  The song thumped in my head, the men’s whistles and groans an aphrodisiac to my senses. I loved the attention. The lust thickening the air, the knowledge I turned those men on and made them think sinful thoughts. A high that rivaled Bowie’s hands and tongue on my body. It wasn’t quite the same, wasn’t quite enough to satisfy the itch in my clit for his teeth, my pussy and ass’s desire for his fingers. His cock.

  I panted while clutching the hat between my teeth as men reached to offer me money for dancing and turning them on. What would my parents think of my lifestyle? I expected they would “mark me as evil” and shun me, but nothing would have made me happier.

  Yes, I loved my parents on some level, but I’d been sheltered too long, my personality and true nature squashed for something they believed in, for a book they claimed God had written.

  What the fuck ever.

  This is living…

  Every inch of my skin tingling, I slipped behind the curtain, my gaze flitting toward the offices.

  No Bowie. I waited a minute, gave him time to stride back like he’d done that first night, every second in time with my thumping heartbeat.

  Kat rushed past me, offering a quick smile. “Wish me luck!”

  “Good luck,” I said, returning her smile and truly meaning the words. She, like Ginger, had accepted me and went out of their way to help me, offering tips on how to get the salivating men to drop more cash.

  I heaved a heavy sigh, once more glaring down the hallway before pushing into the changing room. Ginger stretched out at the practice pole while Kitty readied to take the stage after her sister.

  “How’d it go?” Ginger asked as I dropped my hat on my makeup counter. “Did he watch?”

  All of the other dancers seemed to know about my obsession with Bowie, but I hadn’t any reason to hide my feelings. I glanced down into the hat, taking note of the five- and ten-dollar bills amidst the singles. “Best night so far cash-wise I think, but no Bowie.”

  Kitty snorted -- her favorite sound when it came to my saying anything. “You’ll never get him a second time.”

  I glared at her. “I haven’t had him yet.”

  “He won’t fuck a virgin, especially one like you.”

  Turning to face her fully, I crossed my arms. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  Kitty tossed her lip gloss tube onto her counter, smacked her ruby-red lips together and angled toward me. “Your background?” She snorted again. “You’re going to cling to the man who pops that damn cherry you’re so proud of. You’re going to want his babies. The picket fence. A husband home every night for that home-cooked meal you slaved over all day.”

  My turn to snort. Sure, the dancers all gossiped like mad, something Cadence had warned me about, but Kitty didn’t know me at all. “All I want is to have his cock inside me -- same as you obviously still want. How many times did he fuck you, Kitty? Once? You were either a lousy lay or you’re just not his type, either.”

  I turned toward the door, even more determined to get what I wanted. Bowie had fucked Kitty once, and never touched her again from what I’d heard. Bowie’s face had been buried between my thighs twice, and even though I’d yet to have him balls-deep inside my body, I knew he wanted it just as much as I did.

  “Make him jealous,” Ginger called after me with a laugh.

  I paused at the door, my palm tight on the handle and glanced over my shoulder, my mind racing from her words.

  Ginger winked at me and nodded with her chin toward the hallway. “Go to the lounge. Mingle. That’ll bring him out of his office faster than you can say pussy-whipped.”

  I pulled open the door and met Avril halfway down the hallway.

  She took in my appearance -- no different from when I’d been on stage. “Where are you going?”

  “To mingle in the lounge.” I tipped my chin up, ready. “I’m sure there are dozens of men out there who will gladly give me what I want.”

  “You’re protected. No private dancing, no lap dancing, no touchy.”

  I propped my hands on my hips. “Yes, but why?”

  Avril raised an eyebrow.

  “My age?” I pushed, but knew that wasn’t the real reason. Ginger had started dancing as a minor and she’d been free to do as she pleased. When Avril still didn’t answer, I narrowed my gaze, so damn pissy with Bowie and set on losing my virginity that I almost didn’t care if someone else took it.

  “Don’t do it, Angel.”

  “This is what I want.”

  “You sure about that?” She peered at me, still unmoving from the middle of the hallway. “Those men will chew you to pieces and spit you back out like a piece of trash. You don’t want that. Trust me.”

  I studied her in the dim light, noting the pain in her eyes. “Someone hurt you like that, didn’t they?”

  “He took my virginity, took my undying love, and squashed any hope I had of a happily ever after.”

  “I’m not giving my heart away -- just my body.”

  “There’s always a part of the heart that is shared when it’s your first time whether you plan to give it or not.”

  I wanted to consider her words, and Past Hannah would have sought out the wisdom Avril had learned from her past mistakes. The new Hannah scoffed, the little devil on my left shoulder telling me I needed to live. Make my own mistakes. Stretch my wings and see where choices would lead me.

  Recklessness had ruled me since I’d fled my childhood home, and while the high didn’t compare to dancing or Bowie, it thrummed adrenaline through my veins, simmered with life.

  I pushed past Avril, out the door to the lounge, and ignored Austin as he called my name while I slipped into the crowd.

  If Bowie didn’t come out and play, then I felt sure I could find someone who would.

  * * *

  Bowie

  That goddamn, fucking woman…

  I clenched my eyes shut and cursed a few more times. That damn song, the virginal white she wore, and all those lyrics about skin had every inch of my body hard. Ready to fuck her into next week. I yanked my dick out of my jeans and jerked myself, the memory of Hannah’s scent flooding my senses and making me half-mad with
lust.

  I should have stormed out there and thrown her over my shoulder like she’d obviously wanted, brought her back to my office, and fucked through her cherry right on my goddamn desk.

  Hell, the woman had an exhibition streak a mile-fucking wide. I could have fucked her against the goddamn pole in front of a bunch of salivating assholes and she’d have gotten off in a matter of seconds.

  “Bowie!” Avril’s voice on the other side of my door and hard knocking halted my jerking hand, and I squeezed the base of my dick to keep from blowing my load.

  “The fuck you want?” I hollered back, fighting off the tingling in my balls.

  “Angel’s in the lounge.”

  “Fuck!” I shoved my dick back in my pants, cursing at my goddamn zipper while glancing at the computer screen. Goddamn fucking woman sashayed through the joint as though she owned it.

  I wrenched the door open and strode past Avril. “The fuck she doing in the lounge?”

  “Said she wanted to mingle.”

  A few more curses flew past my lips as I stalked down the hallway, Avril on my heels.

  “Until she’s claimed, she is fair game, Bowie.”

  “Shut the fuck up, Ave.” I threw the door open wide, scanning the strobe-lit, music-thumping lounge, and noted in my periphery that Austin didn’t stand at his usual post. “Where the fuck is she?” I muttered to myself while catching a glimpse of Austin moving across the room. A glimpse of Hannah’s hair ahead of him and that goddamn white piece of lace wrapped around her small tits spiked my adrenaline.

  Jaw clenched, I strode her way, shoving aside patrons when needed, my focus laser-sharp on her swaying hips as she moved in time with the music, like a fucking siren pulling men’s gazes left and right.

  Damn minx managed to slip past grasping hands, but one big motherfucker stood as she drew near their table, the leather and tattoos on him naming him a biker. He wasn’t a brother I recognized, but that didn’t stop or slow my feet.

  He flashed a pearly-white grin and settled a hand on her hip before she could slip past him.

  Fighting for control I usually didn’t struggle with, I stepped in close behind her before Austin did, wrapping my hand in her long hair and tipping her head back rather than pull my knife and stab repeatedly into the fucker touching her until he bled out all over the floor.

  “She’s mine,” I growled at whoever the fuck was towering over me by a good four inches.

  He glanced down at Hannah as her tense body melted against me.

  “That true, Angel?” His deep voice carried over the music Kat danced to.

  She nodded and, dipping his head, the biker stepped away.

  I’d fucking done what I’d sworn not to do, fucking claimed her, and while my mind balked, my body sure as hell was on board. I laid my lips on the softness of her neck, breathing in her sweetness, my free hand snaking down over the smooth, taut skin of her stomach to the lace covering her pussy.

  “Every fucking inch of this is mine,” I growled against her ear, needing to hear it again. Needing to stake my claim to her so she would never fucking forget.

  She rubbed her ass against my aching dick, and I groaned.

  “I staked my claim on you, but do you want me to fuck your pussy right here in front of everyone? Let them know without a doubt who you belong to?”

  A tremor rippled through her as I pressed my heel against her protruding clit, and even though I would get off having every goddamn man in the joint watch me take her virginity, I didn’t want to share in any fucking way.

  I tossed her over my shoulder and spun, a few brothers hollering after me with laughter and all kinds of well wishes as I palmed her ass to keep her from squirming to get down -- not that she tried. She relaxed over me, her cheek against my back, arms around my waist as though holding on for dear fucking life.

  Austin grinned and fell in behind me as I pushed through the throng.

  Gunner stepped in front of the door leading to the back. I hadn’t been aware he’d even shown up at the lounge that night. I glared, but he didn’t move.

  “You okay, Angel?” he hollered, and I slid her down over my front until her feet rested on the floor, my fingers lacing through hers.

  Face flaming, she nodded up at me rather than Gunner, her nipples poking from the lace, lips parted, and trembling.

  “You can say no,” Gunner said, and I clenched my jaw to keep from clobbering him.

  “I want him,” she said while squeezing my hand, her soft voice reaching my ears and tightening my groin.

  Gunner dipped his head and moved away.

  Austin pulled the door open, and I swung Hannah up into my arms, pressed to my front, her legs wrapping around my waist.

  I hurried back the hallway, silence settling over us as the door clicked shut. Couldn’t wait… upstairs would take too long to get there. Office it would be.

  Fucking done for, I realized as she nipped at my chin with her sharp teeth, her hands running up the back of my shaved hair to the longer strands on top and finding a hold.

  I kicked my office door in with a grunt, and kicked it shut behind me, spinning to press her back against the sound-proof door.

  “This what you want, little girl?” I growled, grinding my hard-as-fuck dick against her softness.

  She gasped, her focus on my lips, while moving against me in perfect rhythm. “Yes.”

  “Fuck.” I pulled back enough to rip the panties off her body and slid my hand down over her bare pussy. Wetness coated my palm, my fingers. “Goddamn.”

  I slammed my mouth against hers and rubbed through her slickness as she bucked against me, whimpering into my mouth, fucking my tongue with hers, fighting to take control. I’d been the only man to kiss her. The only man to taste her breath, her sweet pussy.

  Like a caveman, I fucking growled, mine chanting in my head over and over.

  Her lush ass fit the curve of my squeezing hand, her petal-soft pussy lips teasing the ever loving fuck out of my other fingers as I shallowly explored every inch between her soaked thighs.

  Tearing my mouth from hers fucking hurt. “No one touches you but me,” I said as she panted for breath, wiggling against my grip on her pussy. “This mouth, this ass, or this pussy. Understand?”

  She tipped her head back against the door, peering at me through half-shuttered eyes, lower lip between her teeth.

  “Understand?” I asked again, teasing her quivering hole with a fingertip.

  Still, she didn’t respond, so I slid a finger inside, slowly pressing in until she gasped, her teeth loosening their hold on her lower lip.

  “Understand?” I growled again, my entire finger buried in her pulsing, tight pussy, my balls ready to fucking explode with the need to be buried where I rubbed.

  “Mercy,” she whispered on another gasp as I slid my finger back and forth against her inner wall. “Oh…”

  I pulled my sopping finger out, and she whimpered, lip between her teeth again.

  “Mine.” Holding her gaze, I adding a second finger and pressed back into her, stretching her. Readying her to take my cock.

  Her eyelids fluttered shut on a moan. “B-burns.”

  I pulled out and slid back in. “Mine.”

  Another whimper was the only answer I got, and I continued with my slow torture until she panted.

  “Tell me you want my skin against yours like that fucking song you danced to. Tell me you want it rough. My mouth, my dick claiming every goddamn inch of you.”

  I flicked her clit with my thumb, and she shuddered.

  “Tell me.” I flicked again, my fingertips on her G-spot.

  “Yes!” She convulsed in my arms, her pussy clamping down on my fingers. “God!”

  I crushed my mouth to hers, swallowing her cries as she came, soaking my hand with cum. Every shudder, every ripple through her body heightened my fucking need to bury my dick balls deep in her virgin body.

  She relaxed in my hold, but I wasn’t done. Fucking far from it.
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  Chapter Six

  Hannah

  Breath escaped me, and the longing for more rolled over me like a wave, sweeping me beneath its wake. “Yes,” I whispered again with the last of the air left in my lungs from the hardest climax I’d ever experienced.

  “Fucking mine.”

  Claimed by word only…

  Bowie held me tight against his body and rounded his desk, sat down, and shoved the fingers he’d had inside my body between his lips. He groaned as I stared, heart pounding, watching him lick his fingers clean.

  He shoved his hands into my hair, grasped my head, and pulled me in, taking my mouth in another bruising kiss.

  I’d dreamed of first kisses, the unicorns and rainbows, the sweet sips of shared breaths. Bowie had shot that to shit the first time around he’d kissed me, but the rough claiming of his mouth lit my body anew, and I squirmed on his lap, desperate for more.

  So much more.

  I reached between us and stroked down the hard ridge in his pants, and he bucked against my touch, growling, his tongue thrusting into my mouth. Emboldened, I freed his length, surprised by the heat, the silken skin over his hardened cock.

  Such a naughty word… I loved it. Loved how he fit in my hand. Loved his whiskey-laced breath on my face. Loved the tenseness of the shoulder I clutched with my other hand. Loved the scent of musky man and evergreens, the heat radiating off his hard body.

  “You want this, little girl?” He thrust into my grasping hand, wetness from the tip of him smearing over my palm.

  I burned from the inside out with a hunger unlike I’d ever known, and Bowie offered to feed me.

  “I want your cock in me,” I said, pulling back to meet his steady, lust-filled gaze. “I’ve never done this before. Don’t even know what to do, but I’ve never wanted something so bad in my life.”

  A muscle jumped in his jaw. “You’re on birth control, right?”

  “I am.” I’d managed to do it without my parents knowing, not long after deciding it was time to jet. One injection, covered by insurance, covered me from getting knocked up -- the last damn thing I wanted before killing off my bucket list.

  Bowie lifted me by my hips, his cock notching against my pussy. “I never go without a condom, but you’re mine. I’m clean and taking you bare, sugar.”