“I’m sure our balding and drooling friend over there will be in, though.” Dom pointed to Matt, who wasn’t really balding, but they liked to pick on him about it.
“Oh, he’s not balding!” She giggled. “He’s just ruggedly handsome. Oh yeah, that’s right, you guys are on some sports team, huh?” She purred.
Dom couldn’t help but flash a grin when she said that. Some sports team. He wasn’t used to not being noticed. Every girl seemed to know that he was the tattooed goalie for the Renegades. Not to mention she called Matt ruggedly handsome. “Yeah, hockey.” He didn’t mean it as an invitation; his smile was more one of amusement. Too bad, she must’ve taken it as flirty, and with one swift movement ended up in his lap. “Woah!”
“Hockey, huh?” She softly prodded at his arm muscles. “Ooooh, tattoos and muscles.”
He slid a twenty into her bra, and with a smile, she moved on to her next conquests, the rookie table. “You all hockey team guys too?” She was welcomed with wide, flirty smiles and open wallets.
“Hey there, handsome. I’m Mona.” A petite brunette with too much eye makeup moved up beside Dom and ran her fingertips over his shoulders, then down his chest. She took a moment to outline the ink on his arms with her soft fingers, gently scratching him with her nails. “I like your tattoos,” she purred. Her round and tight ass was in full view. The tiny skirt around her waist was purely for decoration, and the tiny white bikini top wasn’t doing much to hold in her enormous tits. She squatted in front of him, and gently parting his legs, she slowly rose between them while running her fingertips up his thighs, crotch and up over his chest. She lifted his chin with her finger so he was positioned right at her cleavage.
“Woo-hoo, Dom!” Some of the guys cheered from around him. He was too busy concentrating on her naughty moves to care about their comments.
She was hot, but she was brunette. Besides her not being blond, he didn’t do strippers, but that didn’t stop his body from reacting to her sex appeal. His dick was straining against his jeans as all the blood rushed to his lower body; it had obviously already left his brain because he when she grabbed his hand and pulled him to stand up, he didn’t hesitate to follow her. Laying her finger to his lips, she led him to a private room.
“Have fun, Dom!” Matt called over his shoulder without even a look.
Dom shook his head. Of course, this must be the surprise Matt was talking about. At this point, it didn’t much matter. He needed a release and he needed it badly. Again, this wasn’t ideal, but it was better than his empty apartment. It didn’t have to be lonely if she was interested in extra-curricular activities.
She shut the door behind them and pushed him down onto a leather couch. Her eyes wandered over him, stopping on the bulge in his pants. “My, oh my, cutie pie. I really appreciate the compliment.” Pulling off the faux skirt from her waist, she dropped almost to her knees in front of him. Having her head almost at crotch level, his body temperature skyrocketed. These girls sure knew how to earn their money. She slowly crawled up his legs, spreading her legs wide as she went, rubbing her bare skin against him.
Settling in on his lap, she rocked her hips against him. “I was supposed to just bring you in here for the other girl, but I can’t help myself. This is totally for me, no extra charge.”
She moved against him a few more times. This unexpected bit of pleasure made him wonder why she wasn’t taking full advantage of this private room and his obviously full wallet. He would’ve had a hard time saying no, and he wasn’t stupid; he knew they fed on that.
Moving off his lap, she smiled bashfully and batted her eyelashes seductively. She handed him a business card and leaned down close to his ear. “I get off at one.” She ran her hand over his crotch once before she pulled away. She smelled of smoke, but he had a great view of her rack.
Even so, his stiffie was already deflating before her dance was even over. It was just a reminder that he could use a good lay. Not just hittin’ that in the sack. She was a brunette, and he tried not to cross that line. That’s what was nice about blondes; they weren’t his thing and didn’t remind him of her.
“Call me if you wanna get off too.” She cooed breathlessly in his ear and caressed his jeans before moving towards the door. “Oh, my real name is Lyssa. My cell phone number is on there, that’s the one you want.”
“I’m Dom.” He attempted his typical crooked, sexy smile.
“Well, Dom, I hope to see you later.” Lyssa flashed him a smile before leaving.
Dom looked around the room. What the hell just happened? He just got hit on by a stripper and kind of molested, but damn, he liked it. That’s why it was so messed up. Glancing down at the card, he considered filling his lonely apartment with a night full of sex with Lyssa. Nah, she’s more Matt’s taste than mine. He mindlessly tucked the business card into his pocket.
The room went completely dark, and a colored glow filled the space. A shadowed figure moved toward him as the haze changed from red to blue to pink. She was slim, and from what he could see, had on thigh high boots. A dark G-string was covered up with a tiny dark skirt, obviously just for decoration like the other girl’s, because all his favorite parts were easily visible.
Before he could get a good look at her, she moved behind the couch. Her breasts pressed against his neck and shoulders, then her hands traveled over his shoulders and down his chest as far as she could reach. Even in the dark, he could see she had various tattoos on one arm and a few on the other.
Although he’d calmed down from whatever exactly had gone down with Lyssa, the way this girl’s hot breath hit on his neck when she said, “I’m Foxy, now sit back and enjoy the ride,” turned him stiff.
Foxy stepped over the couch, her tight ass brushing by his face, and he noticed her legs were adorned with tattoos as well. Straddling him as she sat with her back to him, she rocked back and forth, grinding to the beat of the music.
He forgot that Matt had paid for this, forgot that there was a room full of men outside the door, and instead was letting the heat of the moment drive him. Not being able to see her face, he watched her with hooded eyes and just went with it.
Foxy wasn’t as genuine with her moves as Lyssa had been, but it was working for him. Without so much as a glance at him, she went through what seemed like rehearsed movements, gyrating and grinding.
She didn’t say much, but her voice stuck with him; there was something about it that went straight to his chest. But then her movements slowed down and that made him forget about everything else as her creamy skin rubbed against him. The lights continued to rotate through the color spectrum, and he wasn’t sure if that was what was making him dizzy, or the way she was moving against his stiffie.
Leaning his head back against the leather couch, Dom closed his eyes for only a moment. Foxy’s moves might have felt rehearsed, but he was enjoying every minute, a lot more than he expected. Instinctively he laid his hands on her hips to push her harder onto him.
“Sorry, no touching.” Foxy removed his hands from her.
“Sorry.” He hadn’t felt this desperate to touch Lyssa, and she’d been all over him. But this strange, tattooed girl had him forgetting where he was and who she was. Again, something felt familiar about her, and this ran through him, but his throbbing lower body overrode his thoughts.
The music changed, and Foxy spoke. “You can look but not touch.” Reaching around her, she peeled off her bikini top. When she turned around to straddle him, her bare breasts with gold pasties were what had his attention first. They were stunning, exactly how he liked them.
Her face was in a shadow as she settled down onto him. He was concentrating on her perfect tits, but then his eyes wandered to take in the ink that graced her ribs, collarbone and shoulders. He’d never admit it to Matt, but he was enjoying this.
She was moving so close to him, her hair brushed against his face, her sultry tatted skin slid by his face. He breathed in her warm scent. It was unlike the other girl’s, her
name suddenly slipping his mind. His senses were on overload and his pulse sped up from her luscious, almost candy scent. He couldn’t pinpoint it, but it was familiar and he liked it.
Her hips rolled slowly against him as she leaned in, her tits briefly grazing his cheek. His pants weren’t the only place housing a warm feeling; something warmed in his chest. He knew he wasn’t allowed to touch, but she was making it very difficult with the way she sat against his hard-on and shook her breasts in his face.
The sweet candy scent took him to another place and time, and before he knew it, he had laid his hands on her hips again and pushed her harder against him. This time she didn’t protest, instead she ground slowly against him. Her hands braced on his shoulders. Her alluring scent surrounded him.
Foxy leaned forward, bare tits invading his face. Her still unhurried movements changed and now no longer seemed stiff and rehearsed. Maybe he was imagining it, but every touch was now drawn out and sensual as she rubbed against him. He wondered if she was actually enjoying this as much as he was. It had become a different kind of performance. His hard-on twitched, throbbed against his jeans.
Dom could feel her breathing slow and deepen, almost matching his own, and it made his heart pound in his chest. Goosebumps rippled along his arms when she let out a hot breath by his ear. The music was now dark and sexy. His little soldier was at full attention as her lips ran along his jawline and nipped gently at his neck. Holy shit, this girl is something else.
He didn’t know what it was about her, but he was drawn to her and he wanted more. As a matter of a fact, he craved it. He had the strangest urge to wrap his arms around her, bury himself in her scent, pull her face to his and taste her lips, before beginning a slow exploration of her body. That’s it, I’m asking her to come home with me. I don’t know what spell she’s got me under, and I don’t fucking care.
He cleared his throat but his voice still sounded raspy as he began. “Foxy, you probably get this a lot, but… I was wondering if you’d like to come home with me.”
With his words, her movements abruptly stopped and she leaped off him with a gasp. “Dominic?”
His heart thudded to a stop. Now that really sounded familiar. Looking up at her face, even in the dimmed colored light it was suddenly apparent who she was. What in the damn hell? “Hailee?”
CHAPTER FIVE
Hailee
Hailee took a deep breath before entering the private room. Just another money maker. Sasha said it was some athlete. It didn’t matter who it was; their money all spent the same way.
The room was dark, so she was unable to see his face very clearly, and that was just fine with her. She danced around him and eventually up on him. He was muscular, very built, not like the usual customer, and she stamped down her momentary flicker of interest. Her rehearsed dance moves were always cold and calculated, and she went through them without thinking. She didn’t like to get personal; it was too weird since they were strangers.
But this guy wasn’t like her usual customer. Her typical bachelor party customers were loud, very drunk, and super handsy. They would paw at her during her entire routine, no matter how many times she told them to stop.
This guy was nothing like those creeps. This man was quiet, almost shy. She’d caught him subtly checking out her tattoos, and the thin fabric of her lingerie allowed her to feel how hard he was getting under her. He was obviously turned on, but he didn’t leer and paw. Something about his manner told her he was actually trying not to be affected.
With every practiced and memorized move, Hailee felt something burn inside her that she never had before. With other customers, she had to constantly stop them from taking things too far. But with this guy, she almost wanted to break him out of that respectful demeanor, make him lose some of his control. That urge was something different, and it made her a little uncertain of herself, but she couldn’t stop to analyze her feelings.
Grinding against him at first was innocent and her usual routine, until he grabbed her hips. A little burst of excitement flared inside her. Was he losing control? She moved them off her as per policy, but she had to admit she’d liked being held with those big strong hands, tight against his bulge, and she regretted moving them.
His hard-on strained against his jeans and pressed against her lady parts, and she allowed herself to feel the pleasure. What could it hurt if she enjoyed it just a little? A couple of the other dancers said they sometimes got off on it. She’d always thought that was so wrong, but now maybe she understood. Besides, he’d be gone after this dance, and that would be the end of it.
She was used to being in control, her mind and body completely closed off from her actions. But rubbing against his hard-on was causing a warm feeling in her stomach and an even warmer feeling down below. She was getting turned on, and that was something that never happened during a dance. She’d reached the part of the routine that she usually dreaded, where she had to ramp this thing up and bring out the big guns. Only this time she really wanted to do it.
Hailee pulled off her top and tossed it to the floor. Her body was on fire and she was enjoying this. Unlike with the usual customers that she wiggled her boobs in their face then left, she had an overwhelming desire to turn him on for real, nice and slow. Something about him was causing her to lose her mind, because she wanted him to look, wanted to affect him, maybe even wanted to make him remember her.
He was built, and had a hot body, and from what little she could see of his face in the dim light, she got the impression that he was nice looking. Grinding on him with his hard-on between her legs, she started to forget where she was. Pleasure coursed through her veins; she was enjoying riding him immensely.
His hands clamped back on her hips, setting her heart racing. She almost let out a little growl when his rough fingers touched her bare skin. His chest rose and fell heavily, and a thrill shot through her. Was he losing control? Something about his touch felt so easy, so natural, and yet so sexy, and it made her want more. Wishing this was her bedroom, for a moment she actually considered inviting him to the “other” back room and taking this one step further. Again, something she never did. This is absolutely crazy. I must really need to get laid.
She moved her breasts closer to his face, and the thought of what it would be like to have his hot mouth on them invaded her thoughts and sent a flood of warmth to her lady parts. She held on to his strong shoulders, her fingers exploring the hard curves of his muscles.
There was something so different about this man, and she knew she shouldn’t be letting herself get carried away like this. But then his hard-on twitched against her sweet spot, causing her to stifle a gasp, and she let out a hard breath by his ear. Not being able to help herself, she slid her lips along his stubble, then down to his neck. He smelled so good, like sweat and soap, and something that she couldn’t put her finger on. As though her mouth had a mind of its own, her teeth grazed against his skin and she placed a small kiss on his neck.
The heat in her core was now a fire. She wanted that bulge in his jeans to be in her. He was rock hard, and rubbing against it was doing things to her. Throwing her head back in pleasure, the light caught the side of his face for the first time.
He cleared his throat, and his voice sounded strained, as though he wasn’t sure of himself. “Foxy, you probably get this a lot, but… I was wondering if you’d like to come home with me.”
That voice. Curiosity got the better of her. She moved to get a better look at this hot stranger.
Oh shit. It can’t be.
“Dom?” Hailee leaped off his lap and covered her chest with her hands the best she could. What was he doing here? Her heart pounded like a drum, her nipples pressed hard against her hands, and she was well aware she was still too exposed for her comfort. Quickly she looked him over to make sure she wasn’t mistaking him for someone else; it had been a long time since they last saw each other. Please let it not be him.
His muscular arms were covered in new tattoos, and
the designs seemed to go all the way up his neck. The shaggy hockey haircut he used to have was now shaven close in the back and sides, with the top left long and styled messy.
He was different somehow. The same dark eyes that she used to get lost in, but now with a hint of hurt reflected in them. No wonder she hadn’t recognized him by touch. No longer the lean, lanky guy she’d known three years ago, he looked grown now, mature, broader through the shoulders and definitely more muscular.
But no matter how much she didn’t want it to be, the fact remained that it was most definitely him. And she was working at a strip club, giving him a private dance. Oh hell.
This was not how she envisioned her night going when she’d agreed to dance for a private party tonight. She’d planned to shake her ass a bit, flash a little skin in a dark room, and walk away with more money than she normally raked in on any given evening. She should’ve known it wouldn’t have been that easy.
“Hailee?” Dom’s dark eyes were wide and fixed on her. “What the fuck are you—”
The realization hit her that she was standing in front of him topless, and she ran out of the room as fast as she could. Obviously, her boots were not made for running; she almost rolled her ankle twice.
Rushing through the VIP area, she hurried past before the rest of the hockey team could see her or ask her what was wrong. They were busy getting lap dances or drooling over the girls on stage. She didn’t need Dom chasing after her either, and he was already running out of the private room, calling her name. Slipping through the kitchen door behind the bar, she took the shortcut to the dressing rooms. Safely inside, she locked the door behind her.
Hailee grabbed an oversized sweatshirt and slid it on before slinking down into a soft cushiony love seat. She covered her face with her hands, and hot tears stung her eyes. What in the hell just happened?
She played it over and over in her mind. That explains what happened back there. I knew there was no way I could possibly be turned on by some strange customer. I should’ve known there was more to it, but why would I ever think it would’ve been him? Dom was the last person I expected to see. Why is he here?
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