Am I?
Another shiver.
Geez, I am turned on right now.
SLAP!
Another spanking from Lance. “Start dancing!”
“Okay!” If he keeps spanking me, I can’t promise I won’t do something stupid. It’ll be his fault, so I won’t have to take responsibility for it.
I watch Lark shaking it up on the other side of the stage, gyrating like a veteran stripper, totally uninhibited, teasing the guys in the front rows. She wears a similar raver outfit to mine, but hers is pastel yellow and lavender with furry purple boots. You’d think she’d been a professional go-go dancer for years based on how good she looks on stage.
I don’t know if I can work it like that.
I almost fall over when Lance grabs me by the hips and pulls me in front of him, positioning me between his arms and the DJ turntables.
“You need to loosen up,” Lance hollers through his mask.
“I’m trying!” I try to swivel my hips like Lark, but I feel way too clumsy to go-go dance.
“You did great in my office when you gave me that private dance. What gives?”
“That was private! For you not a bunch of strangers.”
“So pretend it’s just you and me.”
“Yeah, right.” He’s got to be kidding.
The next thing I know, his hips push me up against the table, pinning me. He is rock hard. Between his sweats and my micro shorts, I can feel every inch of him pushing against the crack of my ass.
He is not helping me concentrate on my dancing.
But he is definitely making me drip. I should’ve worn a bikini instead because I’m literally swimming in these shorts.
“Relax,” he says into my ear at the exact same time his big hand palms my stomach and slides right down the front of my micro shorts. He instantly finds my clit.
I melt into him, pressing back against his hot length. My thighs quiver and I want to sit down. Right on his cock. I don’t care that this place is loud and crowded and jam packed with Lance’s fans.
I just want Lance.
When his fingertip lifts and curls and pushes up into my pussy, I sink onto his hand, grinding against it, wishing it was his cock deep inside me and his hips pushing into me.
The bass beat thumps.
Lance thrusts. With his hips and his fingers.
He is fucking me. Not with his cock, but this is almost as good.
Fortunately, the DJ table is set up for Lance, who is much taller than me. The table top is nearly up to my boobs. The crowd can’t see what’s going on. There’s a wall behind us with a flashing projection screen blocking anyone’s view in that direction. To our sides, the backstage area is dark. There are crew people in the shadows, but they wouldn’t film this, would they?
I hope not.
Because I can’t stop.
“All my ladies scream right now!” Lance shouts on the microphone, his voice booming over the PA.
I’m gonna be screaming in a minute if he doesn’t stop with his fingers. I brace myself against the edge of the table with both arms, arching my back and pushing against Lance’s covered cock. I feel it throb against my ass, almost in time with the beat of the music. His fingers aren’t as deep with me positioned this way, but he makes up for it by scribbling his finger against my clit in a way that makes it sing.
The women go wild.
So do I.
I come all over Lance’s hand.
In front of everybody.
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CHASTITY
“Make some noise for me, LA!” Lance yells on the mic.
The crowd cheers.
I feel like they’re applauding my orgasm and I start to laugh.
“Lemme see those hands up high!” Lance withdraws his hand from me, which must be dripping with my cum, and throws his arms up in the air, spurring on the crowd. They throw their hands up in response as he circles the stage.
I’m still braced with my arms against the DJ table, catching my breath.
When Lance returns to his position behind me, he says in my ear, “You relaxed now?”
All I can do is nod. My legs are jelly.
He slaps my ass again and waves of pleasure course through me. “So go make that ass bounce for everybody! I wanna see you shake it!”
I stand up and walk around to the front of the DJ table. It takes me a few moments to get into the dancing. I watch Lark for ideas and try to mimic her movements. I don’t know if I’m doing a good job, but I don’t really care because I just had a great orgasm.
As the beat gets ready to drop, Lance shouts, “Here we go! On the count of three, everybody bounce! One! Two! Three!” The beat drops in the song. “Bounce! Everybody bounce!” Lance starts jumping behind his table.
I bounce right along with the beat, getting totally into it.
The next thing I know, I’m having a blast and letting go. I switch between dancing in front of Lance and dancing with Lark. She wastes no time grinding on me. The guys at the foot of the stage love it. A couple of girls hold up their hands in heart shapes for us.
In my ear, Lark purrs, “Let’s give them a show!”
I have no idea what she means but I don’t care. “Okay!”
The next thing I know, Lark’s hands are all over me. I can’t decide if it freaks me out or turns me on. It’s hard to say because Lance left me wanting him inside me. I know he’s still hard. I can see his boner tenting his red OOEE! SURE THING sweats behind his DJ table. He looks so ridiculous I giggle every time I see it. I wonder what the crew backstage thinks.
Who cares.
This is rock and roll, people!
Lark’s hands find my breasts and she starts massaging them. Am I surprised she knows exactly what she’s doing? Of course not. She’s a girl. Should I be doing this? I glance over at Lance and his silver PH4NTüM mask is up and his eyes are huge. I think I just blew his mind. I grind my ass against Lark. If her fingers go down my micro shorts, I don’t know what I’m going to do…
Lance does. He bounces toward us but suddenly stops before he leaves the cover of the DJ booth. He quickly repositions the tent pole in his sweats to the side, then resumes bouncing toward us. Oh, geez. You can still see his cock in his sweats. It’s bouncing too. Someone is bound to shoot video of that.
When he bounces up to Lark and me, he hollers, “Yo, Lark! Hands off those titties! Them is my titties, girl!” He’s grinning when he says it.
“You’re not doing your job, Lance!” Lark hollers. She twists both my nipples through my lace top.
I’m shocked by how good it feels. This is so wrong. I’m not a lesbian. I’m not even bi-curious.
Lark teases, “Look how hard her nips are, Lance! You better do something about it or I will!”
Holy cheese us. Lark is trying to corrupt me.
Lance smirks his devil’s grin and grabs me by the arm, pulling me free from Lark and guiding me back behind the DJ table. I stumble after him. He traps me between his arms while he twists knobs and dials on the turntables. I am dying for him to twist my knobs and dials.
The music shifts to a hard driving sensual tribal rhythm.
“Time to get your freak on, LA!” Lance shouts on the mic. He grinds his hard-on against my micro shorts.
Then he rips them down.
Fuck.
I am totally exposed. And totally wet.
This is so hot I’m going to die from arousal.
I would run right out of here if Lance wasn’t caging me up against the DJ table. What is he going to do? Where is his finger? And what is taking him so long?
He pushes my shoulders down hard, surprising me.
Then his fullness presses up against my entrance.
Yes, his hard cock.
I look down under my armpit and see that his red OOEE! SURE THING sweats weren’t lying. They’re down around his thighs.
His cock slides into me and starts a slow thrust.
I am being fucked in front of a rav
e crowd.
This is ridiculous.
But it’s the hottest thing ever.
How is it that Lance knows what I want better than I do? He pushes buttons I didn’t know I had, or if I did, he pushes them better than I ever could. It takes zero seconds for me to get lost in the pleasure of the moment. The loud as hell music, Lance’s large as hell cock, and the crazy insane sensation of him sliding in and out in time with the beat.
I start to clench right away.
This is impossibly erotic.
I look up at the crowd and a girl on some guy’s shoulders near the stage is staring right at me with a shocked look on her face. Pointing a cell phone at me.
My orgasm hits me before I even realize it. Lance pounds against my ass, working toward his own. I focus all my senses on what’s happening between my legs. I can’t hear anything except the music. If he’s grunting or shouting, no one will ever know but him. I squeeze hard every time he pounds.
He swells and accelerates.
He’s coming.
I can feel it.
Coming inside me in front of all his fans.
Someone is definitely recording this.
He slumps against me for a few seconds, his body heaving.
A few seconds later, “Make some noise for me, LA! The Phantom in da house!”
“The Phantom is inside me,” I chuckle loud enough for him to hear.
He starts to laugh in my ear. “That was a first!”
“Sex on stage?”
“Yeah!”
“You too?” I laugh harder, feeling his cum dripping down the inside of my thigh. No one can hear me over the roar.
“Oh! My! Fuck!” Lark shouts, staring right at us, covering her mouth with both hands and laughing. “You just got fucked on stage!!”
That I did.
“You slut!” she cackles gleefully and shakes her fists. “I always knew you were a fucking slut!”
Yes indeed.
Chapter 25
CHASTITY
“How much did we make tonight?” Lance asks.
It’s almost 8:00 a.m. and I haven’t slept since yesterday.
Beaver is leaned over the pile of cash on the coffee table in the lounge area at Lance’s downtown office. There is so much money it looks like we robbed a bank. Beaver glances at the pad of paper next to him where he is keeping count. “There’s about twelve thousand eight hundred, give or take. If some of the bills weren’t all sweaty and stuck together, I’d give you an exact number.”
“You guys need a cash register,” I smirk.
Lance chuckles and kisses my cheek, “We’ll use your cash drawer expertise next time.”
I’m curled up next to him on the couch, my feet tucked beneath me, still wearing my pink and black raver costume, trying to stay warm by snuggling up against him.
To my surprise, Lark sits next to Beaver. She’s bumped her knee against his at least a hundred times, but he’s been focused on counting all the money. Unlike the rest of us, he doesn’t seem exhausted. I guess his night owl schedule is perfect for surprise raves. When Lark bumps his knee for the two hundredth time, I give her a look.
She grins and shrugs and silently mouths the words, “He’s cute.”
I have to hide a sudden scowl by biting my lower lip. She doesn’t know him like I do. She met him last night at the rave when he was busy running all over the place helping set up. She doesn’t know the first thing about him. The only explanation is she’s too tired to see straight. I’m sure after a good night’s sleep, she’ll forget she ever met him.
“I still gotta pay everybody,” Lance sighs. “Beaver, take out two hundred for yourself. And two hundred for you, Lark.” He grabs a bunch of twenties and counts out ten and hands them to her.
She waves the money away. “Thanks, Lance. But you don’t have to pay. I just came so I could hang with my bestie.” She smiles at me. “I mean, free rave, right? And free sex show. I can’t complain.” She winks at Lance and he chuckles.
I goggle but say nothing.
Lance says, “Lark, you shook your ass like a pro tonight.” He folds the bills and stuffs them in the top of one of her furry lavender boots. “You earned it.”
“Thank you, Lance. Seriously,” she says.
Lance stands up and grabs a huge handful of more twenties.
Most of the crew who helped with the rave still mill around the office drinking from beer bottles. Someone brought a case with them after we broke down the rave. Several stand around the air hockey table playing a game and talking trash about who is going to win. More are out in the garage or in the street smoking in the sunrise. I follow Lance as he goes from group to group, paying out everyone for the work they did, helping him count out money. He has to go back to the pile on the coffee table twice to get more. It shrinks a lot faster than I would’ve expected. I guess paying thirty people costs a lot.
The whole time, Beaver guards the money with Lark by his side.
At one point, as we walk away from the table, Lance whispers to me, “What the fuck is Lark doing with Beaver?”
“I have no idea. But she thinks he’s cute. Fucking Beaver,” I giggle.
Lance grins at that. “He’s gonna fuck your friend’s beaver if she’s not careful.”
I glance back at them and Lark is giggling at something Beaver just said.
Holy ship.
Lance might just be right.
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CHASTITY
“I’m done,” Lance mutters in bed back at his house, startling me awake.
“Huh?” My head is buried under my pillow on the mattress. I peek out from under it and see sun shining through the window. “What time is it?”
“I don’t know. Three?”
“a.m. or p.m.?”
“Shit, I don’t know,” he yawns.
Probably p.m., because it’s sunny.
What I can’t figure out is whether it’s today or tomorrow. My head pounds. I just slept for a long time and it feels like I didn’t sleep at all. “What did you say before that?”
“Huh? Nothing.”
“No. You said you were done.” My first thought is he means us. He’s done with us. My chest cements and I can’t breathe. I try to calm myself. He can’t mean that. After we had sex on stage last night? After he told Julian Whittaker off like that and called me his girlfriend? No, he can’t mean us. I pull my pillow beneath my chest and turn my face toward him.
His fingers are laced behind his head and he stares at the ceiling, his face slack.
“Is something wrong?” I ask.
He closes his eyes, his brow knitting together. “Everything is wrong.”
Now I’m worried. I push up onto my elbow, wide awake. “Lance, what’s wrong? Is your dad okay? Did something happen while I was asleep?” Visions of us going to the morgue to look at Mr. McKnight’s body flash through my mind. “Lance, tell me!” I whisper. “Please tell me.”
He opens his eyes and stares at me. His irises are that same dark brown around a ring of orange that circles the pupil, but they’re dull. The brightness is gone. The fire has died. “I’m broke, Chastity.”
“What? You had eight thousand dollars left over last night! How can you be broke?”
“All my credit cards are maxed out. I’m already two months behind on rent for the office. Not to mention this house. I never should’ve rented this place on cash advances from my card.”
“But what about the eight thousand? Won’t that cover things?”
“For a month. But what about next month?” He’s desperate.
“Take my paychecks back. You can have all of them.”
He snorts, “I can’t take your money. You earned it.”
“But you need it.”
“So do you. So quit pushing it,” he barks.
I want to insist, but I don’t want to start a fight. I’ve fought enough with my mom to fill a lifetime. I take a deep breath until I’m calm. I need to think, not lose it. A second later, m
y eyes light up. “What about throwing another surprise rave? You’d only have to do like ten more and you’d be able to pay for your video!”
“I wish it was that easy. You have a surprise show every night and it’s not a surprise anymore. We’d have to hit up ten or twelve big cities other than LA. It costs money to take a show on the road. And I doubt we’d pull in the kind of numbers we did last night.” He sighs. “I’m out of ideas, Pink. I already tried everything I could think of.” His desperation is catching and more than a little bit frightening.
“What are we going to do?”
“We?” The sarcastic way he says it breaks my heart.
“Yes, we.” I’m getting angry. “Aren’t we a we?”
His face softens and he runs a hand through my hair. “Yeah. We’re a we, Pink.” He sounds sad. “But I’m doing a shitty job of providing for you.”
“Providing?” I chuckle. “Be serious. I just found out we’re a couple yesterday when you chewed out Julian Whittaker. You don’t need to provide for me until we’re—” married. I stop myself from saying it just in time. “I mean, unless we’re—” I stop myself again. “Oh, I don’t know what I mean!” Yes I do. I just hope he didn’t figure it out. If telling him I loved him shut him down for weeks, what will the topic of marriage do?
“But I want to.”
He wants to what?
Marry me?
My heart bounces all over my chest. He’s been providing for me since the day we met, so that only leaves… Don’t tell me he’s really thinking about marrying me. If he is, I will literally die of happiness right here in this bed.
The fire in his eyes suddenly burns.
The girl sprinklers between my legs go off, ready to quench his flames. “Oh, Lance…” I purr.
He caresses my cheek. “Provide for you. That’s what I meant.”
I just fell in love all over again.
His face says the opposite. It drags and the fire goes out of his eyes. “Only problem is I can’t even provide for myself. Julian Whittaker was the last chance I had. I’ve asked everyone I know to hook me up with every investor they know. Everyone has said no.”
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