Walk Of Shame

by Victoria Ashley

  Hemy looks down at the guy with a hard look, so I place my hand across his chest and push him away.

  He takes in a deep breath and exhales, his jaw steeled. I can tell he’s fighting really hard right now to keep his control. “I could ask you the same,” he growls. “This place isn’t you.”

  “Ha!” I walk away from him, but he keeps following at my heels. “Like you have room to talk. You’re a male stripper. Do I need to remind you of that?”

  He grabs my arm to stop me from walking. “Yeah, and I’m a piece of shit. That is the difference.” He turns me around to face him and backs me up against the wall with his arms and body blocking me in. “You are too good for a place like this. What the hell, Onyx? You could get hurt here. I would fucking kill someone for hurting you. Do you get that?”

  I find an empty room in the back and push him into it. Then I turn away and fight to calm my breathing.

  Neither of us speak for a few minutes.

  “What are you doing here, Hemy? How did you . . .” I stop as I put the pieces together. “Damn you, Jade,” I whisper.

  I feel the warmth of Hemy’s body as he steps up behind me. A part of me wants to lean into him, but the rational part of me moves away. “I can’t stop thinking about you, Onyx. You’ve been on my mind every day for ten years.” He wraps an arm around my waist and presses his body against mine. It feels good. So damn good. “Don’t tell me I haven’t been on yours,” he whispers, leaning into my ear. “Tell me I’ve been on your mind.” He pushes my hair behind my ear before brushing his lip piercing up my neck. “Say it.”

  I let out an unwanted moan as my eyes close to his touch. The feel is so familiar, yet it feels so much better than before. My body is reacting in a way it hasn’t reacted to anyone but him. It’s unstoppable. “Yes,” I admit while finally pulling away and spinning around. “You have. What do you expect? You hurt me. You broke my heart, dammit.”

  He lets out a frustrated groan and runs a hand through his short beard. That sexy beard. I can’t help but to imagine it rubbing against my naked flesh. Everything about Hemy is sexier than I remember. He’s taller, thicker, full of tattoos and has long, thick, hair that I want to pull. Not to mention those piercings. It makes me wonder where else he might be pierced. He always was the wild one.

  “I’m not the same person I was back then.” My eyes land on his bare chest as he takes a step toward me. “I’m different now.”

  “Oh yeah?” I swallow as I reach out to trace his tattoo with my fingers before pulling away. “How so?”

  He wraps his hands into the back of my hair and presses me against the wall with his body flush against mine. “I would give my last breath to be with you.” He looks into my eyes with an intensity that makes my knees go weak. “I will stop at nothing to make you mine, Onyx. I’m not letting you run away from me again, from us. You can hurt me all you want. You could stomp on me till I’m no longer breathing and it wouldn’t make a difference. I’m. Not. Going. Anywhere.”

  Inside, I am going crazy. I can’t think straight and my body feels like giving out on me. I can’t give myself away though. As much as I wish I could, Hemy can never be trusted.

  “Hemy,” I say firmly. “Don’t start something you’re not going to like. I’m not letting myself get crushed by you again. Things are different now. You’re not the only one that has changed. Do you get what you put me through?” I place my hands on his chest and push him away. “How many girls had their hands on you, how many nights I cried myself to sleep not knowing if you were even alive.”

  “I’ll be with you every fucking night. You’ll never have to worry about that shit again.” He pounds his fist into the wall before placing both hands against it. “I’ll wake up next to you and fall asleep holding you for the rest of my fucking life. Nothing else matters anymore. I’ve learned to let go and move on.”

  I suck in a burst of air and cover my face. Those are the words I longed to hear for so long in the past and they never came. Hearing those words makes my heart feel as if it’s about to burst out of my chest. The ache is so strong that I have to grip my chest.

  “Onyx!” Roman pokes his head into the door and looks between me and Hemy. “What are you doing? I’ve been looking for you.” He gives me a concerned look. “Is he giving you problems?”

  Hemy turns away from the wall and pops his neck. “Who the fuck are you?”

  I hold my hand out and place it on Hemy’s chest. “He’s my boss,” I snap. I turn to face Roman. “No, and he was just leaving.”

  Roman looks Hemy up and down one last time before turning back to me. “You have a private dance waiting in room six. Don’t keep them waiting too long.”

  I nod my head and give Hemy a dirty look. “Okay. I’m almost done.”

  Hemy watches with dark eyes as Roman walks away. He looks like he’s ready to kill someone. “A private dance?”

  I give him a little push toward the door. “Yes. You need to go.”

  He walks out the door and starts looking around at the room numbers.

  “What are you doing,” I bite out. “The exit is that way.” I point over to the exit sign, but he ignores me and starts heading for room six. “Are you kidding me?” I follow behind him and we both stop in front of the door.

  “It’s my turn to see you dance.” He turns to me and flashes a cocky grin. “You want to dance for me, baby?” He leans in and kisses my neck. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”

  “No.” I lightly tug his hair back, causing him to growl. “The point of a private dance is for it to be private, Hemy. There’s no way my client is going to be okay with you joining.”

  “Oh yeah,” he says. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” He yanks the door open and walks inside. His eyes set on the handsome guy with blonde hair wearing a business suit, holding a bottle of beer to his lips. He pulls out three hundred dollar bills and slaps it down in front of him. “I’m paying for the second dance.” Then he pulls back a chair and sets it so he’s sitting on the side of the client, but facing him. “You have a problem with that?”

  The business guy looks at Hemy, a little intimidated and then down at the pile of money in front of him. “No, man. Not at all,” he slurs. “Enjoy the show.”

  Now pissed, I slam the door behind me and yank Hemy’s head back by his hair before whispering, “Just remember you did this to yourself.” I push his head forward and walk over to the man in the suit.

  I grab his beer from out of his hand and toss it across the room. I’m pissed. Not only at Hemy, but at this drunken idiot for agreeing to let him watch. I lift my leg, placing my heel next to him on the couch. I dig it into the leather while grabbing him by the tie and yanking his head to my breasts.

  I squat so that I’m closer to his waist. I start to sway my hips to the slow rhythm while running my hands through his hair and rubbing my breasts over his lips.

  I allow myself to get lost in the music playing over the speakers, doing this for a few minutes before releasing his tie, and pulling his head back by his hair. I look down at his lap and smirk. “Someone’s already hard for me.” Opening the top of my black bustier, I straddle his lap and start grinding myself against his erection.

  The guy starts moaning while looking down at my breasts and licking his lips. “Oh yeah, baby. Keep rubbing against my dick.”

  I don’t usually talk much with the men in private dances, but having Hemy in the room somehow makes me want to have a little fun. After all those years of me sitting by, while women touched and enjoyed him, why not give him a little taste?

  “Mmm . . . you like that, big boy?” I rip his shirt open and grab onto it while arching my back and rolling my front against his. “It’s so big and hard for me.”

  I grind my hips faster while moaning out and biting my bottom lip. I place my hands on my hips and roll with the beat of the music, popping my ass with each one. I trail my hands upward and continue the slow hypnotic motion of the dance. I stop briefly when I reach
my breasts that are peeking out of my top. I can feel his eyes on me, both of them. I close my eyes and continue my path upward until I reach my long blonde hair.

  The heels of my black leather knee-high boots are pressed into the leather of the sofa. I keep my balance steady as I grind against his cock. My eyes remain closed. I fist through my hair, messing it, as I seduce him with my movements.

  I sit up and tease him in reverse, running my hands down my breasts, down my stomach and in between my ass and his hard on, while looking over at Hemy.

  His eyes go hard as he reaches down to adjust his cock. Seeing him hard gets me even more excited. It actually has me turned on. Our eyes lock as I grasp Mr. Professional’s cock in my hand and start rubbing myself faster while stroking it through the fabric.

  The guy starts moaning and gripping onto the couch as his cock starts throbbing in my hand.

  I stand up and turn back around with my pussy in his face as he comes in his fancy slacks.

  “Oh fuck,” he moans while rubbing his hands over his face. “That was fast.”

  I look at Hemy and smirk. “That was fast.”

  Hemy runs his hand over his cock, but looks pissed. I can tell he wants to get off too. Hemy’s not as easy as this guy was. He needs more. “Now, it’s time for round two.”

  “Are you sure you can handle round two?”

  A rumble comes from Hemy’s chest. “If I can handle losing you, I can handle anything.”

  Now my focus is all on wanting Hemy to come for me. As bad as it sounds, I need this. I’m wound so tight right now, and that’s all I need to push me over the edge.

  I pick up the three hundred dollar bills and hand them to the messy guy that couldn’t hold his shit. “Leave,” I say. “You should probably go clean up.”

  My eyes meet Hemy’s and they stay there as the man quickly leaves us alone.

  “Lock the door,” I demand. Hemy follows him and locks the door with a smirk before he walks over to stand in front of me. “No touching,” I state. “Just yourself.”

  Hemy grabs me by the hips and sets me on top of the table before walking away and taking a seat on the other side of the couch. The clean side.

  His eyes watch me with heated desire as I open the rest of my bustier and pull it open. My hands reach up to rub my pierced nipples, causing Hemy to growl and adjust his cock.

  “Mmm . . . you like that?” I run my hands in between my breasts until they reach the top of my panties. “I want you to come for me, Hemy. I miss seeing you lose it over me.”

  He watches me as I drop down on my knees and spread my legs apart. I slowly slide my hand down the front of my panties and run my finger up and down my wetness before sliding a finger inside. “Mmm . . . I’m so wet for you.” I push in and out. “Can you hear it, Hemy? Remember how much you loved the sound of me being wet for you?”

  “Fuck yes.” He undoes his jeans before pulling down the zipper. “Fuck yourself faster and rub your nipple with your other hand.” I do as he says while moaning out. “That’s it, baby. Do it for me.”

  I position myself so that I’m sitting on my ass with my legs spread eagle in front of his face. I want to be sure he gets a good view. Then, I pull my panties to the side and bare my wet, throbbing, pussy to him.

  “That’s it, Onyx.” He pulls his cock out of his jeans and I instantly notice the piercings. It has me so turned on that I have to stop all movement in fear of getting off too soon. He notices me eyeing his cock and grins. “Imagine these steel bars deep inside you as I pound into you. You know I like it deep, baby.” His hand starts stroking his cock and I instantly notice the bead of pre-cum that drips off the head and onto his hand.

  I bring my hand down to touch myself again and move at the same rhythm Hemy is, as he strokes himself. His eyes never stray away from my fingers shoving themselves deep inside me.

  I’ve needed this for a long time. Ever since leaving Hemy, reaching orgasm has become almost close to impossible. Just watching him get off as I get myself off is enough to make me want to explode.

  He starts stroking harder and faster while sucking on his lip ring. “I’m about to blow, baby. I wish it were inside of you.”

  His words set me off and I find myself shaking from the most intense orgasm I have had in years. A few seconds later, Hemy is blowing his load into his free hand, moaning out my name.

  We both look at each other while coming down from our temporary high.

  He reaches for a clean towel and wipes his hand off. “We still need to talk.”

  I cover myself back up and close my eyes. “I don’t have time right now. I’m working.”

  Right as I’m about to close my legs, his eyes meet the inside of my right thigh.

  He jumps out of his chair and grips my thigh to hold it open. “What the fuck is that?” He spreads my legs wide open and runs his hand over my tattoo while breathing heavily. “You got my name tattooed on you?”

  I never meant for him to see that. It was for my own private reasons. The lettering is so small that you can barely even make out what it says unless you look extra close. “Not now, Hemy. I’m not getting into this.”

  He growls as I push his hands away and force my legs closed. “That was my favorite spot. I would kiss you there almost every night before bed. Is that why you did it?”

  I’m not answering that. This was a horrible idea but I needed to get off.

  “I don’t have time for this.” I climb off the table and walk toward the door with speed. I get ready to open it, but get stopped by Hemy’s voice.

  “Come to my work when you have time.” He walks past me and stops to look back at me with hurt eyes. “I’ll always make time for you. I won’t break anymore promises.”

  I stand there and watch him as he walks away. He knows damn well that he has me hanging on again. The question is . . . how tightly?

  Well that went well . . .

  IF ONYX THOUGHT FOR ONE minute I was going to back off she really doesn’t remember how persistent I was when it came to her. Now that I’ve gotten another glimpse at what’s been mine all along, there is nothing that can stop me from claiming her as mine again. I’m a lot stronger than I was back then. My head is a lot clearer. I know what I can’t live without and without a doubt that is her.

  Knowing that she has my name permanently inked on her skin is fucking with me so bad that I can’t even think straight. She can get my name tattooed on her body, but she acts as if she doesn’t want shit to do with me. It has my chest aching at just the thought.

  “A fucking tattoo, man,” I mumble while looking back up at Cale. “My name branding the inside of her perfect little thigh. Do you know how bad that screws with my head?”

  He watches me as I take a long drag of my cigarette and slowly exhale. “I guess you both had it a lot deeper than you thought, man. She obviously loved you and missed you or else she wouldn’t have gotten it. Plus, no other guy wants to see that shit, so I doubt she’s seriously dated anyone since you. Think back to when you got yours. What made you do it?”

  I take another drag while running my hand through my hair. I don’t even need to think about this one. “I missed her so damn bad that the thought of her made it hard to breathe. It still does, man. It’s been four damn years and I feel exactly the same about her. It kills me to think about all the time we have missed out on. No other girl compares to her, never will. They are simply temporary fill ins for what I wish I still had.” I toss my cigarette and pull both hands through my hair in frustration. “I’m getting her back, man. I don’t care what it takes.”

  Cale nods his head in understanding and grips my shoulder. “Make sure she sees that. It may hurt a shit ton getting there, but it will be worth it in the end. All she has to do is see that.” He watches me as I toss my cigarette down and rub my hand down my short beard. “It’s all good, man. You need to relax a bit. Give it some time. You remember that stupid shit saying we used to hear as adolescents? The one that goes, if you love someth
ing set it free and if it comes back it was meant to be?”

  I look up; my interest slightly peeked. “Well, she’s back isn’t she? Time, man. Just give it time.”

  “Yeah. Sure,” I mutter. “Time . . . because four years isn’t enough damn time.” I walk past Cale and into my garage, shoving my head back under the hood of his truck.

  It’s been five days since I have seen Onyx and I’m starting to go insane. My patience is wearing thin and I’m not sure how much longer I can wait before I show back up at Vixens and take her my damn self. I’m doing my best not to push her away again. It’s a lot harder than I expected, so I’m spending my time trying to occupy myself anyway I can.

  I’m lost in my own little messed up world, doing my best to concentrate on Cale’s truck, when I hear a set of heels pounding up the driveway.

  “Holy shit,” Cale mumbles. “If you are Onyx then I can see why my guy is so screwed up in the head right now.”

  I toss down my wrench and grip the edge of the hood, trying my best to keep my cool. The thought of Onyx possibly being here gets my heart pounding. I try my hardest not to get my hopes up, but knowing that she has no clue where I even live is making it slightly difficult. It could be one of numerous girls that I have brought here in the past, but what if it’s her? That means she premeditated coming here and had to find out from someone else how to get here.

  “So, you’ve heard of me?” Onyx’s voice comes out cool and calm, causing my grip on the hood to tighten. “Hemy.”

  I release the hood and turn around to face her, leaning my back against the truck. I look her over in her short black shorts and white tank top. I can’t help but to admire her stunning beauty. She always did take my breath away, even before the dark side took her, but I can’t deny it looks damn sexy on her.

  Her legs are long, slender and well sculpted, making those shorts look as if they were made just for her. Perfection. They’re hard not to stare at, and her hair that was once a strawberry blonde is now a platinum blonde, her curls falling just below her tight little ass. The sight of her is enough to take any man’s breath away.