I actually passed the place a couple of times because they didn’t look like the apartments that I was used to seeing. There weren’t any big buildings. Instead, they were small bungalows that were side by side, each having their own individual yard and a couple of parking spots right outside the front door. The back of the parking lot was reserved for visitors, which is where I planned to park once I figured out which apartment was hers. Even though it was dark, it was easy to spot her vehicle.
I parked the truck in one of the empty visitor spots underneath a light that was either broken or burned out. I shut the engine off, killed the lights, and sat there staring at the outside of her apartment. I wondered what she was doing at that very moment.
There was only a single light turned on in the house. At that time of night, I could just assume the lone light was from her bedroom. She could have been reading a book or performing whatever nightly rituals she did before going to bed for the night. Right as that thought crossed my mind, the light was extinguished. It must have been bedtime.
Maybe she had to get up in the morning for an early shift at work. Curtis has told me that she was a manager. I had a feeling she was a great boss to the people who worked under her. She was probably very well liked.
It sucked being right outside her apartment, yet seeming so far away. All I wanted to do was see her. I leaned my head back against the headrest and closed my eyes. Immediately, I started imagining what the inside of her room may have looked like. I thought about how her bed must feel to lay in.
It was easy to picture her lying in bed, snuggled up under warm blankets. I could almost see her long, beautiful hair lying across big, fluffy pillows. Using a slow and deliberate motion, she would move one of her hands under the blankets, using it to reach down between her legs and rub herself over the top of her silky panties. She wouldn’t rub too hard. Just enough to give a slight sensation to her clit.
Her lips would part, but only a silent moan would be released. I could see it so clearly. It was almost as if I was watching the entire thing play out on a big screen television. She’d slide her hand into her panties, brushing over the small patch of hair that was trimmed as close as could be, before finally reaching her clit.
Instantly, her fingers would feel her wetness as she slid them just barely inside her tight, perfectly pink hole. She pushed them in just enough to make sure they were slick. Using both her index and middle fingers, she rubbed her clit in a deliberate up and down motion, her breathing getting heavier and her legs spreading apart even further.
She continued rubbing herself faster and faster as she brought herself closer to orgasm. As she got off, she yelled out Nick at the top of her lungs, imagining that it was me giving her all the pleasure she desired.
I opened my eyes and smiled at how vividly I was able to imagine that. It may have been a little too graphic because I found myself hard as a rock. I wanted it to be my hands inside her panties. I wanted to be the one responsible for making her come over and over. I wanted to feel her warmth and wetness. I needed to feel her.
As much as I needed her, I needed something even sooner. If I couldn’t have her right away, I was going to have someone. I knew I had to be patient if I wanted to be with Alexa. I really understood that fact. Until I was able to make that happen, I was going to see what the strip club had available for me.
6
Nick
I pulled out of Alexa’s parking lot, not turning on my lights until I was entirely out onto the street. The last thing I needed was for her to spot the familiar truck. Following the directions given to me by Curtis, I headed for the strip club. It was just about midnight when I pulled in.
The building wasn’t anything like what I had been expecting. I didn’t expect anything fancy, but this place looked like some kind of seedy, run-down shack. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that maybe it was exactly what I should have been expecting.
After showing my ID to the oversized meathead at the door, I made my way inside. Some low tables were pushed right against the stage. There were a few random men in the building, but they didn’t seem very interested in the things that were going on around them.
The appearance of the performing act on the stage matched the appearance of the outside of the building. The brunette, who was shaking it to the sounds of “Talk Dirty to Me” by Poison looked like she was strung out and, much like the men around her, appeared to be uninterested. I prayed that there were more attractive women somewhere in the building.
Looking around, I was able to spot a cute redhead at the bar. She was more appealing that the woman on stage, but she still wasn’t quite what I was looking for. I decided the best thing to do was just take a seat in the corner and see what appeared.
“Well aren’t you just a big, sexy man?” a voice spoke from the darkness after I’d been sitting for about twenty minutes.
I began to turn to see where the voice was coming from, but she slid into the seat across from me before I could. The beauty was much more like what I was hoping to find when I walked through the door. She had blonde hair, gorgeous eyes, a smaller build, and subtle curves.
“You just watching or are you looking to have a little fun tonight?” she continued as she reached across the table and lightly touched my arm.
I cocked my head to the side and shot her the friendliest smile I could muster without her realizing that it was fake.
“I may be looking for some fun. It all depends on what’s being offered to me.”
She looked all around to make sure nobody was within earshot before leaning over the table and whispering into my ear.
“Sweetheart, I can offer you whatever it is you want. All you have to do is tell what you desire, and I’ll make it happen for you.”
The beautiful stripper slowly slid back down onto her chair and watched me as she awaited my answer.
“I’m pretty sure you know exactly what I want,” I told her, not willing to play the back and forth games that I was sure so many of those girls were so good at.
“Yeah, it’s pretty obvious. Follow me.”
She stood up, grabbed my hand, and led me away from the stage area and towards a dark hallway in the back of the building. She was moving fast, and I had to move quickly to keep up.
I definitely was no stranger to sex, but I could feel my nerves attempting to get the better of me. It had literally been years since I’d felt the touch of a woman. Hell, it had been ages since I’d even seen a woman without her clothes on.
Even with all the butterflies trying to work around in my stomach, I was anticipating things to come. My cock and balls were aching for release.
I was led into a private room that looked much nicer than the rest of the place. Inside the room was a bed, an oversized chair, and a table with a lamp on it. The room was very dark, the lamp providing the only light once she closed the door.
“I could tell you were a big guy when you were sitting at that table, but Jesus Christ! I wonder if your hardware matches the rest of you.”
Even with what she was saying to me, I could tell that she was just doing her job and trying to make me feel special. She wasn’t actually interested in me, and as soon as we were done, we’d go our separate ways, and she’d be looking for the next man willing to pay her. I knew she wasn’t there because she wanted to be. For her, it was all about the cash and that was fine with me.
I took the $100 bill out of my pocket and placed it on the table before taking a seat in the chair. Getting a closer look at her, she wasn’t as pretty as I had initially thought she was. In the room, she appeared to have aged a decade. I tried not to think about that. If I turned off the light, it wouldn’t matter anyway.
She took one look at the cash on the table and smiled.
“A hundred bucks? For that kind of money, I’m gonna make sure you’re very well taken care of. What’s your name, sweetheart?”
“My name is Nick.”
“All right, Nick. It’s nice to meet y
ou. I’m Tabby, and I’m gonna show you one hell of a good time.”
“No,” I said sternly.
“No? What do you mean no?”
“Your name isn’t Tabby. As long as you’re in this room with me tonight, your name is Alexa. Do you understand?”
Surprisingly, she wasn’t phased by my request at all. As a matter of fact, it seemed like maybe it was business as usual and she’d heard it a hundred times before. She just nodded as she walked between my legs, spread my knees apart, and knelt down between them.
“I’ll be whoever you need me to be,” she told me, and she ran her hands up and down my legs.
“Do you think we can kill the lights,” I asked with urgency.
“Sure,” she said, rolling her eyes as she stood up and made her way over to the end table. “You ready to go now?” she asked as she came back and retook her position between my legs.
“As ready as I’m gonna be,” I responded.
In the dark, it didn’t matter what she looked like. Without being able to see her face, she looked exactly like Alexa to me.
She ran her hands up my legs until she got to my waist and started fumbling around with my belt buckle. Eventually, she was able to pull it off.
I grabbed her hands before she could do anything else and pulled her up onto my lap, where she straddled me. Bringing her close in, I rubbed my cheek against hers, nuzzling her just a bit. Alexa wasn’t there but, as far as I was concerned, it was her cheek rubbing against mine.
Softly, she leaned in and kissed my neck, flicking it at with her tongue as she grabbed my shirt and started to pull it up. She broke her kiss just long enough to pull my shirt up over my head.
She ran her hands up and down my chest and over my arms, feeling my muscles. Her neck kisses soon started to move down my chest and to my stomach before she slipped off my lap to unzip my pants.
I raised my ass up off the chair while she peeled my pants and boxers, sliding them off me and onto the floor. My cock was hard, standing tall and thick, ready for anything she was going to send its way.
I just wanted to fuck, but this chick decided she wanted to tease me first. She kissed all around my legs and thighs, coming just short of the areas that mattered. It was driving me crazy. Alexa was a great tease, knowing precisely when and where she should be touching me.
“I want you, Alexa,” I whispered into the girl’s ear, urging her to give me what I wanted.
Finally, she had decided I’d been teased enough and gave me what I had been longing for. She reached down and took my dick in her hand, giving it a good squeeze. I groaned loudly, not expecting the sensation to be so intense.
When you go so long without anyone other than yourself touching you, the feeling is intense when it finally happens. Just the warmth of her hand was almost too much to take and made me wonder how long I’d be able to hold on when we got down to the real action. I could feel the pleasure building in my balls.
She stroked me for a minute or two before I felt a warm wetness around my cock. She had taken me into her mouth and was sucking on it. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. I could feel my entire body start to tingle when she wrapped her lips tightly around me. Even though I’m well-endowed, she was swallowing me whole. She was definitely a pro.
That thought snapped me back to reality. This woman really was a pro. She was nothing but a whore using sex to get money. She felt good, but she wasn’t Alexa. I was in a room with the equivalent of a hooker.
I shook my head back and forth a few times. If I was going to enjoy what was happening, she had to be Alexa. Yeah, that’s who she was. My sweet, beautiful, sexy Alexa in her form-fitting sweater.
It was Alexa kneeling down in front of me like a goddess. I didn’t come to her to pay her any money. She’d chosen me of her own free will. She’d chosen me to touch and suck.
I thought of nobody, but Alexa as the pressure began to build once more with her head bobbing up and down as she sucked me into her throat.
With a handful of hair, I grabbed her by the back of the head, making her go faster, bringing me right to the brink of an orgasm. I pulled the handful of hair tighter when I reached the point of no return.
I erupted into her mouth and showed no signs of stopping. I could feel myself pouring into her mouth as she sucked and gagged, trying to swallow all of it. As my jerking started to slow, so did her hand.
When there was no more sperm left in me, she traced her tongue around my head, making sure she got every last drop.
As soon as she was done, my fairy tale was over.
She was no longer Alexa. She was just a stripper who moonlighted as a whore. I sighed, feeling incredibly disappointed in myself.
I stood up as she flipped on the light and got myself dressed, not really having anything else to say to her. She grabbed the money off the table and took a seat on the bed, watching me through her narrowed eyes. I’m sure she was wondering what my deal was, but I wasn’t about to get into it with anyone, especially her.
Once dressed, I walked out the door without even giving her a second look and made my way out of the building and back to the truck.
I drove back to Alexa’s apartment building, parking in the same spot I’d been in earlier. I sat there for the next couple of hours. I felt like a horrible person. Alexa didn’t even know I was interested in her yet I felt like I’d just cheated on her.
I made a vow to myself that my next time would be with her, no matter how long I might have to wait. I didn’t want to be with anyone other than her. In my mind, other women couldn’t match up to her. Yep, the next time, it would be Alexa sharing a bed with me.
7
Alexa
Sometime overnight, the weight of the falling snow knocked power out to my entire apartment complex, causing me to oversleep. If that had been the worst thing to happen that day, it wouldn’t have been so bad. Unfortunately, the electricity going out was just the beginning.
It was absolutely freezing outside. I didn’t have a clue what the actual temperature was, but it didn’t take a genius to realize that the wind chill was well below zero. If anything, it made me grateful that the heat in my apartment was supplied by gas and not electricity or I may have woken up as a partial popsicle.
Determined not to let the fact that I was running late ruin my day, I got dressed as fast as I could and hightailed it out to my SUV. As soon as I put the key in the ignition, I knew exactly how the day was going to go. The usual dings and buzzing that I usually heard weren’t there that morning. Instead, there was silence.
When I turned the key, nothing happened. Nothing even attempted to happen. The car did not make one single sound. The frigid cold temperatures had managed to drain my battery completely, and there wasn’t a soul in sight that I could ask for a jump.
You’d think that would be bad enough, but not for me. The bad news continued. When the snow plow came through to clear the parking lot, it left a giant mound of snow right behind my vehicle. That meant if that by some miracle, I was actually able to get my SUV started, I’d have to figure out how to get out of my parking spot.
One thing was becoming clear, and that was the fact that there was no possible way I was going to be able to make it into work. Fortunately, I never take off work so I had plenty of personal days I could use so I wouldn’t be missing any money on my paycheck. Of course, that didn’t stop my boss from being pissy and reminding me that calling in wouldn’t look good as far as my fast track program went, but I knew that my record was solid and he’d be able to get along one day without me.
It wasn’t like he was going to be down a cashier. It was one of my office days so I was going to spend it doing paperwork, which I could easily do from home.
With that call out of the way, I didn’t have to worry about my SUV for a little while. Sure, I’d need to get things figured out that day, but at least it gave me a little room to breathe.
One bad thing about keeping to myself is that I don’t have many people I can turn
to when I need help with something like vehicle problems. I keep to myself for a reason, though. People have repeatedly broken my trust over and over, so I protect myself by not trusting people very easily. That allows me not to get close to anyone, but it also means not being close enough to most people to be willing to ask them for assistance when it’s needed. There were two people that I knew I could count on, however, and that was Kim and Curtis.
Even though she isn’t blood, Kim is the closest thing I have to family. She certainly treats me a lot better than anyone in my real family ever did. I knew I could count on her anytime I needed her. In return, Kim and Curtis knew they could count on me as well. Once I got back into the house and warmed up for a minute, I called Kim.
“Holy shit, do you have nearly as much snow as we got?” she asked, not bothering to say hello first. “I think the weatherman undershot this by at least 12-inches.”
“Yeah, I got nailed with it. Plus, it’s cold as hell, which is why I hate that I’m calling you guys to see if I can ask a favor.”
“That doesn’t sound good. What’s going on?”
“It’s this stupid vehicle of mine. It won’t start. The battery is completely drained, and everyone else has enough sense to stay inside, so there isn’t anyone outside to ask for a jump. I was wondering if maybe you guys could give me a hand.”
“Of course we will, but it’s gonna be a little bit. Curtis has indoor jobs, and he’s already long gone for the day. We can come by when after he gets home if that’s not too late.”
“No, that’ll be perfect. I’ve already called into work so I’ll be here all day. I’ll even make dinner for you guys.”
Not only did Curtis run his construction company, but he also knew just about everything there was to know about cars. As well as he does with his business, I bet he could make a killing as a mechanic, but he likes what he does. He does love hearing Kim and I telling him how good he is at working on the cars, though. He’s a man, and he loves having that ego of his stroked.
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