by Mj Fields
“Piercing nipples is art! Good to know. I’m going to strongly encourage my cousin to learn the art of piercing, and lead her into specializing in Prince Albert. You good with that Jase?”
Ok, so… he had a point. I wouldn’t want her even looking at another man’s dick. I’d probably end up behind bars instead of shoving them through holes. But that fucker pissed me off. It was an art.
“It’s a part of who I am Abe, she gets it.”
“Have you asked her how she feels about it, the nipple piercing part?”
“Not specifically but…”
“I love you like a brother Jase, but sometimes you’re an idiot. In less than a year you’ve called me twice to comfort her because you did something stupid. I love her, she’s family. I won’t keep playing her.”
“Playing her? How the fuck are you playing her Abe? I love her.”
“Then fucking respect her. Jesus she told me about the cab thing you made her feel like a slut. That’s fucked up, Jase.”
“She must’ve told you part of the story, and not the whole thing then Abe, because I’m sure you’d be pissed off, too!”
“Oh no-- I heard every uncomfortable part of the story. She’s drunk man, and girls talk all sorts of shit when they’re drunk.”
I had to laugh I couldn’t help myself, “I apologized, but if some fuck heard your girl go off Abe and then thought he had the right to oogle her and then fucking think it was for him, you’d fucking bitch slap him too.”
Abe tried not to laugh but he did and then in true Abe form, his conscience and loyalty issues got the best of him, “Don’t fucking do that to her again.”
I didn’t reply, I couldn’t promise shit except I wouldn’t use her hand to do the slapping next time.
We pulled in behind the cab and got out at Sorority Sisters.
“No fucking way,” Abe was shocked.
“I said no man, but you heard the lady,” I nodded towards Carly who was laughing and basically running into the strip club.
Yeah my Baby was the best.
Chapter 8
I couldn’t believe I was at a strip club. This was insane, and I could only imagine what the book club would say. Tara dragged me to the bar behind her. The bartender was cute, brown spiky hair pale blue eyes and a very naughty look in them. Tara stood on the foot stool and leaned over and he kissed her.
“How did it go?” he seemed pretty intense, the way he looked at her.
She smiled shyly, “Good.”
“Let’s see ‘em’” he looked down at her.
I could tell she was uncomfortable as she took a deep breath and hesitated.
“Tara, let’s see your tit’s,” he was pretty damn insistent and she pulled up her shirt and he leaned over, “Closer.”
He leaned down and kissed them and then grabbed the ring with his tongue and looked like he was going to give them a tug, “NO!”
He looked at me like I had three heads, “They’re really sensitive, give it a couple weeks.”
“A couple weeks, yeah right. Your tougher than that Tara, right?” she smiled and shook her head yes. “Let’s see yours.”
“I don’t have rings,” I felt a hand reach around my waist and I immediately felt better.
“Everything alright, Baby?” I looked up and Jase was glaring at the bartender.
“Oh hey Tony, this is Carly and this is…sorry I didn’t get your name, which is odd,” Tara’s face was red.
“Jay, his name is Jay,” I made myself smile.
“Tony, Jay is the tattoo artist,” Tara smiled at him.
“Fucking magician too, thanks man,” Tony stuck his hand out and Jase or Jay shook it, “Tara had the ugliest tits man, they look good now.”
“I think her tits are pretty,” yeah, there-- Tony the anti tit man.
Tara smiled at me, “Awe, thanks Carly.”
Tony laughed and looked down, “What can I get for you?”
After we got our drinks Tara lead us to a corner, “VIP area for our new friends.”
Jase and Abe sat down and I looked at the red velvety seat and really didn’t want to sit down in my skirt. I bet this couch carried more germs than a public toilet. But I knew it’d be rude to not sit down. I glanced at Jase and he was smiling as he shed his light jacket and placed it next to him.
He patted it and I sat, “Thanks,” I kissed his cheek.
“How was your cab ride?” he asked raising his eyebrow and I laughed.
“Very uneventful.”
“Hmm,” Jase looked up at the stage and then back at me, “You enjoying our date, Baby?”
I looked up at the stage as a girl was humping a pole and turned red.
I looked away and heard him chuckle and I elbowed him.
Tara threw her sweater on the couch next to me and sat down which made me laugh.
She smiled, “You should see what they do on these things.”
As soon as the words escaped her mouth three Sisters came out from the back and stood right in front of us. They started dancing and Abe looked past Jase and at me, uncomfortably. I laughed, “My idea big guy, go crazy. Have at it Mona!”
Tara gasped and I looked at her, “What-- isn’t that her name?”
She shook her head from side to side no, “Cassidy, her name is Cassidy.”
“Listen tits I don’t think…” Cassidy or Mona began.
“Not your strong suite Cassidy, stick to dancing girl,” Tara laughed and so did Jase.
Cassidy stormed off and walked up to Tony, her hands where flailing head bobbing around, it was really funny to watch and I laughed, and finished my drink as I watched a cowgirl lasso some poor guy in the front row sitting next to an older version of him. Probably father and son and that poor kid was red as a devils dick. I looked over at Jase who was looking at me, completely focused on me.
“I’m going to get more drinks,” Tara jumped up and scooted away.
He smiled and looked down at my lips. He leaned forward into my neck and whispered, “What are you thinking?”
I smiled and leaned into Jase’s arms, “Well first I was thinking about that poor kid that’s sitting next to his Dad, whose face is beat red, and then I thought red as a devils dick. Then I thought of Bella.”
“What?” I laughed at him because his look was very un-Jase like. Confused, annoyed, and kind of scared.
“Well, I could never imagine bringing her to something like this. Just seems wrong.” He smiled and his eyebrow rose a bit. “What?”
“It feels real wrong bringing you here,” he looked on stage and I followed his eyes.
The same red face kid was now on all fours while cowgirl was riding him and spanking his butt. But now he was smiling and I closed my eyes and giggled because it was funny.
“Baby, just remember he’s a guy,” he kissed my neck and then bit it. “And really think about that parenting bit, don’t judge baldy up there.”
I was really curious to what he meant by that, “Why?”
“You read a lot of books Baby, tell me that’s not porn. It’s just not visual like this,” Jase smiled smugly, “How old were you when you started reading those books with your Mom?”
“Eighteen, Jase!”
“Don’t get mad Carly, I don’t want to fight with you,” he leaned over and kissed my lips gently, “I wanna love you.”
And it worked, just like he knew it would, smug little…very hot… “Jase not here.”
“Fine,” he pulled his hand off my upper thigh and sat back and watched the stage.
I looked around for Tara, she wasn’t back. A couple of the dancer’s came back to us and danced a bit, well I think they did… I couldn’t watch. Abe had one in his lap and her hands were in his hair as she straddled him and was grinding against his lap and I really didn’t want to see where his hands were. Two girls, one on each side of us and one of them put her foot between us as she humped the air between Jase and her. The other was skimming my jaw with her finger. I looked over at Jase and
he looked at me. His girl grabbed his hair, scratch that-- my hair, and pulled it back as she got to close, her boobs were no more than an inch away from his face and I saw him lean back and she bent down with her tongue sticking out as she went for his neck.
Jase pulled back and glared at her and shook his head no. He reached into his pocket and grabbed cash and she bent down as if she were going to take it in her mouth. Fucking gross-- did she not know how dirty money was?
Jase said something in her ear and she shrugged and looked towards my girl who was fingering my collar bone, and then turned around and danced away from him, good thing for her I was going to bitch slap her with Jase’s hand if her tongue touched him. It was definitely bad enough that she touched that hair. Oh I hated her, how dare she!
Jase was smiling at me with an amused, cocky grin that was incredibly sexy and infuriating at the same time. He leaned in and I licked my lips and he kept leaning and said something to the girl who was very interested in the bone structure of my face and neck and leaned back so he was inches from my face. I wanted to kiss him, he gave me a look-- a look of boredom. He moved back and sat very smugly against the couch. He lifted his arms and stretched putting his hands behind his head and closed his eyes and then he yawned. I waved off my girl or whatever you called her and looked at Jase’s now exposed V and I moaned, damn, damn, damn.
Abe was definitely having a good time and although his hands were not touching her the white knuckled grip on the plush chair arms gave it away. The song was ending and the girl leaned in and said something in his ear and then kissed him on the cheek.
When she got up I saw my cousin’s excitement and then watched his jaw clench as he adjusted himself watching her walk away.
I was curious if Jase had the same reaction so I reached over and grabbed a hold of him, he kept his eyes closed and grinned. I climbed on his lap and started doing my own bumping and grinding as his grin broadened into a huge smile and his eyes open and he grabbed my hips, “Wow baby-- I didn’t know that was you,” he laughed and sat up.
Damn he was gorgeous and wow he was growing, hmmm.
I grabbed his hair and yanked his head towards me, “If anyone touches this again, I’ll fuck them up.”
“Bad ass,” he grinned at me, “Kind of hot. I gotta question Baby, when you grabbed my dick what were you expecting?”
I scowled and looked away. He tightened his grip on my hips and thrust his hips harshly against mine, “This is for you. And this,” we waved his hand through the air, “Isn’t a place I want to be with you.”
“Oh no,” I crossed my arms, “I’m an independent woman, Jase.”
“I’m well aware of that Baby, and you’re also very, very, stubborn as well,” he smiled as he bit his pouty bottom lip and let it drop out of his mouth slowly.
I closed my eyes truly not needing to see that while I was mounted onto of him. His finger slid quickly up my skirt and dove under my already wet panties and he skimmed my clit I pushed slowly into his finger. His finger curled inside me and the music stopped and he pulled his hand away.
I stood up off of him definitely feeling lightheaded and very naughty, I cleared my voice, “Drinks, up-- I need, I will get…”
Jase stood shooting me a cocky little half smile and grabbed my hand, “Something cold baby, because you’re on fire.”
He smacked my ass as we made our way to the bar. I tried to give him a scowl, but he truly looked amused and happy and well, I loved seeing him like this, especially after a day like today.
Tony smiled when we walked up to the bar at me, not Jase. “Where did Tara run off to?”
“Impromptu debut, she’s up next,” he winked and wiped the bar off. “What can I get for you?”
I looked towards the stage when I heard Pink’s Try start. When Tara came out she was in black. The nearly see through half top covered a deep red bikini top and the same material was used in a very short wrap dance skirt, covering deep red bottoms. I watched her move, she was like a little bird. Not a trashy little bird either, and she was beautiful. Tara was also very strong when she sauntered up to the neon pole in the middle of the stage, she very elegantly did a hand stand, landed her back against the pole and her feet in the air. She wrapped her long legs around it and pulled her body slowly up, and she let her shirt fall to the ground, it fell beautifully to the ground. She grabbed the pole and swung her body around, not the basic stripper pole slide down the pole her body. Her body bent around it and then she held the pole and her legs were practically straight out and she lifted them over her head wrapped them around the pole pulled her body up once again. She was nearly at the top when the chorus started she flung her body backwards and landed in a stance that reminded me of a gymnast. Then as the music’s speed increased she blended in some amazing almost hip hop moves. Swaying her hips to the music, her body was fluid, absolutely fluid. Very sensual and seductive, erotic as hell. I looked up at Jase and could tell he was intrigued.
I nudged him, “Good, right?”
“Yeah, she doesn’t belong here Carly,” he looked like he cared-- like truly cared.
“Does it turn you on?”
He smirked, “No, it’s her art, tastefully done art.”
He must not have thought I believed him, he grabbed my hand and put it against his crotch and rolled his eyes, “Seriously that was hot, Jase.” I waited for him to take a drink and whispered, “I think I have lady wood.”
He laughed out loud and grabbed me lifting me up so we were eyeball to eyeball, “SO now I have to worry about Cabbies and Strippers too?”
I smiled, “DO you have any idea what you’re getting into Jase Steel?”
“Hell yeah I do,” he kissed me and his phone vibrated in his pocket.
I felt it against me, “Oh God” I purposely moaned and rubbed my body down his pocket.
“Baby that’s not even close to what you sound like,” he smiled as he grabbed his phone and looked at it, “Shit.”
“Is Bella okay, I saw her earlier but…”
“You saw her?” he was shocked.
And I was embarrassed, “Sorry-- I missed her, and I pretended I needed to give her a tooth brush, it’s our code.”
“Your code?”
“Like if she is at a friends and wants to come home or wants to just see me she is supposed to ask me to bring her toothbrush, our code,” the song ended and Tara almost walked off stage.
“Seriously you’re a fucking stripper. Tips Tara, Jesus Christ!” Tony snapped from behind me.
I wanted to turn around and rip him a new one and Jase grabbed my hand and then handed me a hundred, “Go tip her,” he winked and dialed his phone as I walked away.
When Tara came back she was in a robe and smiling, she looked proud of herself, “That was amazing.”
“You think so?” she was embarrassed but I could see she was also proud.
We walked up to the bar and she looked at Tony, her eyes smiling and he looked at her, “It was good Tara, but seriously… we talked about this. You changed the fucking song and there was not nearly enough grinding and playing with the crowd. You need to watch Cassidy, she knows how to work them, and you almost forgot tips completely, what the fuck is that about?”
Tara looked defeated to me, and my beer muscles were not going to sit idly by, “She was fucking amazing. She doesn’t have to work the crowd like Mona does.”
Tara smiled at me and yes it encouraged me, “You have more talent than all of them, and you’re nice… so you’re a bazillion times better than…”
Mona came and sat down, without a robe of course sticking her big old boobies all about. “So now you’re calling me Mona, do you wanna know why?”
Tara glared at her and Tony looked at me, “Sex sells, that gymnast, ballet shit doesn’t. You did good Tara but Cassidy always cleans house. How much so far tonight Cassidy?”
She dropped her money on the bar and he smiled, “See Tara, your friend is nice but she doesn’t know the business.”
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br /> “How much did you make Tara?” I seriously was hoping she made more and then Mona and I seriously wanted to know why they called her that.
“Eighty seven dollars for one dance, and I wasn’t even scheduled!” Cassidy clapped
I smiled and looked at Jase who had just hung up his phone, I pulled him by the shirt, “I owe you big.”
“Yeah, you do,” Jase winked.
“Tara how much did you make?”
She looked at me and shook her head no and then smiled, “Not that much, good job Cassidy.”
“Let’s see it Tara,” Tony rolled his eyes and I wanted to poke them out.
Tara sat on something and then pulled the money out of her waistband. She counted and laughed, “One hundred twelve.”
Cassidy grabbed her pile and counted it again and then stomped away, “Wow Tara,” Tony looked her up and down, “Great job, someone gets laid tonight.”
He pulled her by the robe nearly over the bar and I had to look away, she looked uncomfortable, and I sure was watching it. Jase looked at me and tried not to laugh. I slugged him and he hugged me and buried my head into his very, very nice chest.
I looked up at him and laughed, “What Baby?”
“I am so glad you were my first kiss.”
“And last, Carly,” he looked down and raised an eyebrow.
“And last Jase,” I pulled him down so that I could whisper in his ear, “I feel bad for her, he’s slimy.”
Jase smiled and shook his head in agreement, “Cyrus just busted my ass about not stopping at his place. I wanna head back to YOUR place.”
He emphasized your because of my freak out and it made me smile.
“It’s like,” I grabbed my phone and looked at it, “Jase it’s only nine o’clock. We should go.”
He smirked, “You’re still on west coast time.”
I looked down and laughed, “I guess you’re right-- oops.”
“Always am,” he gave me a cocky smile.
“Can we go, just for a little while? his smile deepened which egged my on, “Please, please, please, pleeeeaaaasssseee?”
“You begging, Baby?” his eyes danced with amusement.