by S. N. Garza
“This is going to be awesome!”
As soon as we walked into X-Treme Measure, the atmosphere changed. It became charged with feminine lust and excitement where women were whistling, laughin, buzzing at the male dancer on the stage. We waded our way through the throngs of tables and there was a few tables close to where the stage.
That’s when a guy in—holy schnitzel. An apron and gulp—nothing else. Maybe he was wearing tighty-whitey’s. Please do not be naked underneath.
“Ladies, welcome to X-Treme Measure, where everything is our pleasure.”
“Hi. It’s our friend’s birthday and we were hoping that we could get close to the stage?”
We did see open tables but maybe they were reserved. That would suck for the girls.
“Let me see.” His hand disappeared in his pocket, retrieving a small binder. “Ah, yes. Perfect timing actually. One of the previously booked parties canceled. Broken wedding. Such a shame. Their table is for ten but since there’s not many of you the table is yours for one-fifty.”
“One-fifty…as is a hundred and fifty dollars?”
The man looked up at me, looked me over before tilting his head with a smirk. “Yes, sweetie.”
“It’s cool.” Brina, Miss. Moneybanks, flipped out a credit card and said, “Swipe it, pal. We want up close and personal.”
“This way.” Then, hot, little host boy turned and yup. Just an apron. His ass was muscular and I couldn’t help but stare. It was a naked behind!
Then all I heard was, “Oh, shit!”
Shit. That was me!
I landed on my hands and knees after I tripped. On what, I didn’t know but there was a naked ass pretty much at my eye level. Holy masters of the dark. Please do not fart.
I bet he let out silent ones. Silent and deadly. Ugh. I scrambled back up, the girls behind me giggling and laughing while I hurried to a seat and pray I don’t cry with humiliation.
“Drinks, ladies?”
We all ordered mixed drinks and a round of Patron shots. We downed the shot when it came and feeling the burn tingle in my throat. That’s when the lights flickered and dimmed.
“LADIES! Welcome to X-TREME MEASURE! Where everything is our pleasure! Now, the rules. You ladies know them. What are they?”
A man in his, what I assume, in his late thirties hit the stage, tied leather pants and shirtless, and still, good looking in an old fashioned way. Rugged and dark, he told everybody exactly what every chick in here wanted to hear.
“THERE ARE NONE! Bring the money and let these guys show you a good time. You know our front man, Duke is still looking for his duchess! Will there be a lady tonight to win him? Tito, our Latin-lover only too willing to show you the goods. Harley, who wants to take you on a full ride. Sweets, the tall, black delicious piece of chocolate this side of the Mississippi, and NyQ, you know who that is! He’ll cure any symptoms! And Teddy Bear, the man who’ll let you cuddle any time. Now, ladies, where there are women, there are men and we are only too willing to show you exactly where you should be. Right here, right now! Here’s X-Treme Measure’s cock kings of Houston.”
The lights flashed and five men slowly prowled the stage, the front man, wore a ball cap, leather pants and a tight red t-shirt. Each guy was wearing leather pants but a different colored shirt and they were all buff and—where the hell do they find guys like this? I mean come on! The only hot guys in Houston and they worked here. Besides my neighbor. He was hot as hell, but I could never picture him working here.
Ugh. Why did I have to think about him right now? I shook my head and grabbed my phone from my clutch and looked at my social networks. I was distracted and for some reason, it almost felt wrong to look at strippers when I felt so attracted to one particular guy. It’s not like I was cheating. We barely spoke to each other. Hell, we were barely civil towards one another.
I heard Justin Timberlake’s Murder come on and I just opened my Pinterest app when I felt a furious tap-tap-tap on my arm.
I looked up and saw Courtney, another server I worked with, reach back to retap my arm. I took her hand and said, “What is it, Courtney?”
I knew I sounded irritated but now that I was thinking about Daniel, my brain totally just fizzled. I hated thinking about him but at the same time, the man fascinated me. I really shouldn’t be fascinated.
He was a dad and he was my neighbor.
And today was my birthday dammit! I should be able to have fun without having to think about his sexy as sin scowl and how it made my body shiver and react a way that was so inappropriate that all a girl wanted to do was throw her panties at him and say come get me big boy. Ugh. So cheesy, but so true.
“Look!” Mayra pointed up towards the stage.
When I looked up to the floor, all I saw were men gyrating and dancing to the beat. Until I looked right into the eyes of the object of my thoughts. Holy—
“Fuck.”
"Holy shit, Moriah. He's looking right at you." Courtney said as we all watched the men angulated their hips and pumping their crotches for the ladies in the room.
Then they dropped to the floor with a flourish, and imitating the moves of sex. Driving the female population in here frantic and hormones to rise with a lustful heat.
And there he was. Daniel…Duke. Holy crap. And even though he kept up the routine, his jaw was taut and his brown eyes were so cold I’m sure they were black as midnight. And I just couldn’t stop looking.
He worked here? He wasn’t supposed to work at a place like this. I knew my eyes widened at seeing him. This was so not right. And with the way my body was reacting to his hot dance, yeah, call me corny but that’s what it was. They were dancing and ripping their clothes off. Holy mother of God, they all took their shirts and pulled, ripping and rendering the material useless as they tossed it to the crowd. Daniel’s red shirt tossed right at me. Oh, hell no. I moved away as the shirt landed on the table.
My female parts were reacting to this man and everything inside me was turning into a burning fire of lust and need. The hot molten stare of his black obsidian irises seared into my skin, making my breasts feel swollen and heavy as my nipples became taut and rubbed against the fabric of the strapless bra I was wearing. Creating a rough friction that made me squeeze my legs together. My vagina was already pooling with arousal. I felt the slick heat dripping, making me squirm.
His body was so magnificent. And when I looked down to his leathers? Holy shit. Was he hard? My hormones were going out of control. How could the chicks in this room contain themselves? Wasn’t their lady bits begging for that right there on that stage? Every chick in here was in heat and willing to toss their knickers up on that stage. Including me. That’s how hot it was. He was.
Daniel had been kind of short with me lately. I had watched over Reighlyn and he avoided me like the plague when he could. I didn't know if he was upset that I had talked to her about going out on a girlie day. Or if the hospital visit I had planned for us in a few weeks would be a problem.
But watching him now, his milk chocolate irises burned black as they maintained focus with me. My insides churned. Butterflies ricocheted all over my stomach. I was starting to seriously regret coming out.
Why did I agree to go out with these girls?
No wonder Daniel had this animalistic but graceful way when he moved. Working here, I bet it made him a sleek panther. The duke? A male holding the highest hereditary—in this case, highest stripper-slash-male escort—whatever the hell he was called. I mean, he would call himself that, wouldn’t he? Shouldn’t that be a problem for me? Gah. Not right now it wasn’t as I watched him with avid eyes and quenched, soaked thighs. Doing my best to keep myself contained. I was staring right at him. I couldn’t take my eyes away from him. He was mesmerizing in the way he moved.
He was truly a lethal weapon in this case.
The scene before me was erotic and my core warmed, the juices gathering between my legs and dampening my panties. My legs squeezed even tighter. But there was
no way I could take my eyes off of him. But then, my eyes couldn't help but look at each of them. Perfectly muscled abs. The deep v that lead down to their groin.
When my eyes finally fell back on Daniel, this feral look came over his face and the women in the crowd just ate it up like bitches in heat. His head shook with a negative gesture and his nose crunched with absolute fury. I bet if I was close enough, he'd probably be growling.
"Moriah? You okay, girl?" Rosa, the ring leader of this little adventure laid a hand over my arm. Only a hint of concern splashed across her face before she turned back to the show.
"Yeah."
"Ladies, can I offer you shots?"
The guy before us had a tray full of different colored tube thingies. He wore exactly what the guy before us did and I had to peal my eyes away and when I looked back up to Daniel, he was burning holes right through me. Even as he danced, his hands were clenched into tight fists.
I turned back to the group and we all took a few colored tubes, paid the guy and downed them.
The song slowly came to an end and my eyes met Daniel's once again. His head jerked to the side of the stage where a door lead to the back.
I shook my head no because one, I didn't want the third degree at why I shouldn't be here. Like I was too young for something like this. Two. He wasn't the damn boss of me.
I saw his nose flare, a red hue climbed up his neck and his lips moved, saying, 'Now.'
I knew he was serious. Most likely seriously pissed off. Maybe this was a super-secret that he didn't want people knowing about. I surely wasn't going to tell anyone. The girls with me would figure it out, but I wasn't going to advertise it. They would probably ask me a few questions before going on about their day.
Again, I shook my head. I wasn't scared as much as nervous. He still had a strong effect on me. He had such a demanding presence it almost felt wrong to disobey him. Looking at him, he shook his own head before walking down the front steps with this panther-like swivel in his hips as he dodged the greedy hands. The women reached out, trying to get a small touch of him. But ignoring them all, he headed right towards me.
Oh, snap.
He approached our table and it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop even with the music in the background.
"Moriah. I need to speak with you. Now. I'm not asking."
I felt like stomping on his feet before throwing a tantrum at being told what to do. I couldn't even look at him anymore I was so angry. He was back in the pants, thank God, and I could see in the corner of my eye his hands were on his hips. And angry tension rolling off of him in waves.
"Moriah? You know 'The Duke'?" A shocked Mayra said as the girls with me looked between him and myself.
"Yes. But his name is—
"Now, Moriah!"
His deep voice was rough as he waited with irritated impatience. I looked to the girls, gave them a smile, because I knew he would never hurt me. I wasn’t scared of him.
"It's cool. I'll see you girls in a minute."
I got up, Daniel's hand gently slipped around my bicep as he propelled me towards the stage door, avoiding the grabby hands trying to get a piece of him.
He led me to a room that had a queen size bed, couch, love seat and a few things I'm sure were not appropriate for eyes like mine.
The door slammed behind me and he turned me around, my back meeting the door, none too gently.
"What the fuck are you doing in a place like this?"
"What?" Was he actually? Gimme a break.
"Answer me!" We were now nose to nose, his nose flaring in anger, and one of his fists slammed into the door next to my face, making me flinch. I certainly hope I shouldn’t be scared of him.
"I'm with those girls at that table. I work with them and they asked me if I wanted to join a night out with the girls. They've asked me a few times before and I always had an excuse. This time I wanted to prove to myself I could have a life. Have fun. I didn't really think we'd come to a place like this. Besides, it’s my birthday. I deserve some fun.”
"I see. And did you like what you see?"
I looked over his sweat slickened body with appreciation. The leathers rode low on his hips. Then my eyes landed on his crotch where there was a noticeable bulge of his erection. The length long against the thin fabric of the leather. Whoa.
I shrugged. I lost my ability to speak. He just looked so...sexy and incredible. His body was flushed against mine and the searing heat from his body rolled off him and filled me with scent of hot, hard male and sex.
I was a captive in his arms, with that burning stare of his searing me through and through. And I didn’t care. Not one bit.
"I will say this one time, Moriah. Never look at those men."
Wait, what? My eyebrow lifted, the command surprising and unexpected. "What do you mean? They did what you did."
"Yes, but the only man you need to look at here is me."
"Conceited much?"
"No. Possessive."
Possessive? I wasn’t a fucking bone to bury.
"Daniel, you are insane. Let me go.”
"Moriah." His body stepped back, his arms still bracketing me between him and the door. His eyes looked over my outfit and his nose flared and then I heard a quick, "Fuck it."
A growl rumbled from his throat and then he had me pushed back hard against the door, one hand cupping my jaw and the other on my clavicle as his lips crashed home on mine.
The dominant force of the kiss clearly told me who was in charge and in control. My hands found his biceps, curling...uncurling. Daniel bent, his hands skimming over my curves before curving under my knees, lifting me high into the air where I felt the hard ridge of his desire pressing roughly against the thin material of my ridiculously thin flowy skirt and lacy panties.
All the while his lips ate at mine with savage hunger. I couldn't get enough. My hands slithered up his arms and threaded through his hair, pulling at the short strands. A hiss escaped from his lips and his hands slipped up my legs, cupping my ass with my legs holding on tight. Kneading and sliding his hands beneath the material of my panties, touching my bare flesh, and moving my hips in rhythm with his slow grind. His mouth sipped at mine, biting my button lip before letting go.
"Whoa."
I’ve never been kissed in such a way before. Animalistic with a plundering surge of savagery.
His burning black eyes looked over the flush that I knew stained my body. I wasn't a virgin but damn, I might as well be with the way he kissed.
"I've been wanting to do that since that Saturday two months ago."
"That's a long time to be holding it in."
"Yeah, well my hand took care of it every fucking night since."
"Oh, my god. You didn't just say that to me.”
I was shocked and enthralled all at the same time. Secretly thrilled I was the subject of his fantasies.
"I could let you take care of it, if you want."
My eyes widened at his request, if that's what you wanted to call it. It was more like a plea, a demand. A command. I had no clue how to respond to that. I shrugged in response. Not unwillingly, but I wasn't going to beg him to do what I really wanted him to do. Which was seriously effed up anyway. I mean, this was my neighbor. Who was a dad!
I’m sure most of it was the adrenaline from the kiss boiling through my veins. Propelling me to act like a wanton right now. But he was still a take charge, bossy, alpha male. I’ve never handled a guy like that.
"I'm going to kiss you now, Moriah. If you want me to stop then say so right now."
His hand reached up to cup my jaw, his eyes waiting for a yes or a no. I was not about to tell him to stop kissing me so I nodded and his hand tightened just a bit, opening my mouth, his slowly descended, his teeth tugging on my bottom lip again before licking its way inside. Just when he had my mouth at the angle he wanted, he moved us, and God as my witness he was sure and strong as he carried me away from the door. His hand found the base of my hair, wrapping the l
ength around his fist until his hand was at the top of my shoulders. He pulled at my hair, my head falling back as his mouth ate and bit a trail over my jawline, and down my neck.
My back easily met the soft cushion of the bed and my breath came up short and quick. He leaned into my body, his hands now roaming over it body and I had no control except holding on to him as he commandeered my body to his will. Daniels lips were licking and sucking a trail over the top swells of my breasts. One hand skated up my thigh, pushing my skirt up to my waist revealing my panties and the wetness that saturated it. I almost felt embarrassed at my reaction but when he touched me, my body become pliant. Giving into him and I loved it. His warm palm cupped my center, circling his fingers over the wet lace.
“AH!” Oh, holy mother, it was like I was on fire as his fingers pressed and rubbed at the sensitive nub.
"Fucking so wet, Moriah. This better be because of me, baby."
"It is. Sweet baby Jesus, how could it not be?"
"Good girl." His fingers dipped beneath the material, touching the hot flesh of my core before massaging the wetness over my clitoris in easy, light teases. My body took control and moved against him. Mimicking his rhythm. And when one thick finger found my wet opening again and pushed inside, I cried out.
"Daniel!" My eyes shut tight and he retreated only to push two fingers back in. His fingers stroked the tender flesh between my legs. My walls clamped down around him, gripping them as he slid in and out of me. My breath quickened, and when I opened my eyes, his jaw was clenched, tightening with lust as he pumped into me faster and faster.
"You’re going to come for me, aren’t you? Your pussy is so tight around my fingers and so dripping wet." He withdrew his fingers and brought them to my lips, painting them with my arousal. His hand dropped back down to my wet entrance, circling my arousal before pumping back inside. Scissoring his fingers inside, my eyes crossed and my body trembled. His lips licked my lips and he breathed deep. "Mmmm...And delicious. When I taste your pussy for the first time, I’m going to get drunk on your taste, Moriah. I won't stop until your body is shaking and begging me to stop."
My hands tightened in the bedding, my eyes barely focused, the contacts useless. He stroked my upper wall, moving faster inside of me until he was truly fucking me with his fingers. And I wished it was something else. I felt his erection against my thigh, and I wondered if he was going to take me. I could only hope he would.