Styx
Copyright © 2016 Victoria Ashley
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Table of Contents
STYX
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Sneak Peek of KASH
Acknowledgements
About the Author
Books by Victoria Ashley
Styx
THE NIGHT IS ALMOST OVER, but the club is packed to the brim with screaming women, waiting to get every single penny’s worth of their cover charge for the night.
I don’t think I’ve ever danced so much in the whole time that I’ve been working at Walk Of Shame. It’s fucking insane tonight and to be honest; I can’t wait to be out of here so I can think straight.
“Over here, Styx!”
“Bring your sexy ass to us and take it off!”
“Huuuurrryyy! Now!”
A group of women over in the VIP lounge, wave their money at me and whistle for me to come over to the couch as if I’m their little pet.
I’ve gotten used to it, but sometimes it makes me wish that I could go one damn night without all the screaming, whistling and groping.
I can’t even count how many times my cock has been groped and pulled on in the year that I’ve been here.
Lowering my jeans down my waist a bit, I straddle the lap of the closest woman in my reach and grind my hips against her, while gripping her hair, like I would if we were actually fucking.
Hands reach into my jeans, tugging in between our bodies, and fighting to shove money inside as close to my dick as they can.
One even shoves her hand in far enough to almost grab my balls.
This has me standing up from the first woman’s lap and picking this new girl upside down to grind my crotch in her face.
She wants to grab my shit, then I’ll pound her face with it and give her a taste of what she won’t be getting tonight.
Squirming in my arms, she grabs onto my thighs and laughs as I gently bite her leg, before turning her around and setting her back on her feet.
Smiling, she places a twenty between her teeth and then bends down in front of me to shove it into the top of my jeans.
Hands grope at my ass and squeeze, my jeans immediately being ripped away, when I step out of them to get down to only my white boxer briefs.
Laughing, Sara, comes up out of nowhere and throws a pitcher of water at me, soaking myself and the women hanging on me.
This causes the crowd of women to scream and go crazy, enjoying the very visible view of my cock through the white fabric, as I fuck the air fast and hard.
Sara lifts a brow and looks down at my dick bouncing. “You can thank my ass later, big guy.”
Shaking my head, I wink at Sara, as money comes flying from all around me, women desperate to get as good a view as they can.
I notice two women come at me at the same time, before I hear yelling and see the taller of the two girls reach for the other one’s hair, yanking her down to the ground.
Kage seems to be too preoccupied with trying to get laid, to notice, so I yank the taller girl away from the girl on the ground and throw her over my shoulder, stalking toward the door.
She immediately takes this as an invite to shove both her hands down the back of my wet briefs and squeeze my ass as I walk.
Lane grips my arm as I walk past him to get outside. “Another female behaving badly or is your ass trying to escape to go get laid?”
I bump him with my shoulder, too annoyed to answer his dumb ass question. I need to get this woman off me so I can get this night over with. “Move,” I growl,” as I walk past him and into the grass.
With quickness, I pull her off of me and set her back down to her feet. She just laughs and reaches for my dick as if I didn’t just kick her out of the club.
She thinks this is all fun and games, but I don’t take someone getting attacked around me as a fucking joke.
I yank her hands away from my dick and help her down to the ground so she won’t fall over. “A cab will be called for you. Sit here and don’t move.”
Her eyes widen in disbelief when she realizes what just happened and that I’m about to leave her here. “Where are you going?” She yells at my back.
“Make sure she gets in a cab,” I tell Lane as I walk past him and back into the loudness of the club.
Taking a second to breathe, I glance over at Kage to see him hold five fingers up. Five minutes. Five more fucking minutes and this night from stripper hell is over.
My ass is about ready to fall over from exhaustion, but these women need to leave here satisfied and ready to come back each week and it’s my job to make sure that happens.
Nodding my head at Kage, I rush over to the other side of the room, where Kash is upside down on a chair, thrusting his hips in some girl’s face.
Picking some random woman that catches my eye, I pull her chair away from the table and pick her up, so that her legs are wrapped around my waist.
I place her hands on my chest and run them down my body, while I move my hips against her to the music.
She covers her face with her free hand, embarrassed.
Not wanting to get mixed up in the crowd again for the night, I focus my attention on the brunette in my arms, until the last song finally ends.
I’m standing here completely drenched now, half-naked and sweating my ass off.
Kage, Kass and Lane must notice how much tonight has kicked our asses, because they make their way through the crowd and start clearing out the room, being sure to keep the women at a distance from us.
“Holy fuck!” Kash runs past me, naked, holding a wet shirt over his junk. “This is the busiest night we’ve ever fucking had here. I need a few shots after this.”
“No shit,” I bite out. “Three different bachelorette parties this weekend and they all decided to come on the same night.”
Stone emerges from the crowd, with Sage wrapped around his waist. He’s soaking wet like me and Kash, but Sage could care less.
She just grips onto his face, pulling him in for a kiss and letting every other girl in the room know that they can look, and maybe even touc
h, but she’s the only one he’s going home with.
They’re closer than ever and I’m happy as hell for them.
After all they’ve been through, they deserve it.
Now to get the hell out of here before Kash tries dragging me out tonight . . .
AFTER THE LATE NIGHT I spent at Walk Of Shame, shaking my dick for money, all I really want is a moment of quiet and some time to pull my thoughts together.
To be away from the screeching sounds of women screaming and hands clinging to my every muscle, desperate to touch anything of me they can.
As fun as it is to have it so fucking easy, and know that I can have any girl that I desire, I want more than that. More than a quick fuck with a woman that simply wants me because I’m a popular male entertainer with a big cock.
I may give off the impression that I’m a man-whore that takes any hot woman to bed, but there’s so much more to me than that. What I’m looking for can’t be found inside the walls of a male strip club.
I’m a giver and when I find that right woman, I’m giving her everything that I fucking have in me. Seeing Stone and Sage together only makes me want that more.
Until then . . .
A knock sounds at the door of my office, and right away, I know who is on the other side.
It’s a twenty-four-hour gym, but there’s only one person that ever comes between the hours of two and three a.m.
Sophie Miller.
Standing up, I rub my hands down my face and walk over to unlock the door for her.
I may be tired and stressed as all hell, but having sex with Sophie, distracts my mind for a few hours, at least twice a month.
She works late nights at another club and passes the gym on the way home, usually stopping if she sees my motorcycle parked outside.
Smiling, Sophie makes her way into my office, when I open the door for her. “Rough night?” She looks me over, her eyes filled with lust and need.
“Yeah,” I breathe. “Fucking exhausted.”
Dropping to her knees in front of me, she grips the button of my jeans and looks up at me with desperate blue eyes. “Hopefully not too exhausted. I need this.”
Placing my bodyweight against the desk, I grab onto her red hair with both hands and close my eyes as she twirls her tongue around the head of my cock.
She takes me half way in her mouth a few times, before attempting to fully take me in, but ends up choking on my length.
As much as I’m enjoying her mouth on me, I don’t have the patience or strength tonight to be here for hours.
“Stand up,” I command. “Bend over my desk and hold on tight.”
Without hesitation, Sophie stands up and bends over my desk, spreading her slender legs for me.
With force, I yank her jeans down, along with her panties, and slap her bare ass.
“You in a hurry tonight or something?” she questions, while squeezing the desk. “I didn’t even get to finish.”
“Yeah. It’s been a long night. I was just about to leave before you showed up.”
She reaches behind her and strokes my cock a few times. “Let’s go then.”
Pushing her head down on my desk, I pull out a condom and slip it on, before slamming into her, letting my frustration out.
With each hard thrust, she grips onto the desk, knocking things over and reaching for anything close enough for her to grab.
“Oh shit, Styx! You seem a lot more stressed than usual.”
“’Cause I am.” Gripping her neck, I choke her from behind, taking her as deep as I can, not stopping until I feel myself ready to come.
Moaning, I pull out and release myself in the condom, taking a few deep breaths, before yanking the condom off, tossing it, and pulling my jeans back up.
Now I’m not one to go quickly and especially without getting my partner off first, but I just can’t find it in me to give a shit tonight.
Sophie comes to stand in front of me, once she’s redressed herself. “You really need to take a week off for a vacation or something and just focus on the gym and maybe . . . I don’t know . . . fucking me more than just twice a month. I’m sure we both can relieve a lot of stress then.”
Fighting to catch my breath, I kiss the top of her head, because I’m not a completely heartless ass. I may not want anything emotional with her, but she’s not trash.
Just not the one for me.
“Yeah, I’ll keep that in mind.” I walk her to the door. “Be careful on your way home. It’s late as shit and people are crazy. Call the gym if anyone messes with you.”
She nods and smiles. “I always am. Got my mace handy at all times.”
After letting Sophie out, I hang around the gym for about another hour, get a workout in and then head home for the night.
I’m off my shit tonight. Something just seems to be missing . . .
Meadow
MY THIRD DAY WORKING A fourteen-hour shift at the hospital and I won’t deny that I’m not completely exhausted both mentally and physically.
I love my job. I do, but sometimes it can just take so much out of you. You give so much and put your heart into everything that you do here, that you honestly don’t have much of a life outside of taking care of patients and worrying about how they’re doing when you’re not around to take care of them.
I let out a small breath, and stand to my feet, when the call light from room 316 goes off for the third time in an hour.
“I’ve got it,” I tell Mandy. “He’s only going to ask for me anyway.”
She lets out a tiny laugh and continues on with her business on the computer. “He always does. I don’t even bother anymore when you’re here.”
“I don’t blame you.”
Walking into Henry’s room, I stop next to his bed and place my hand over his bruised one. “Anything I can help you with, Henry?”
He shakes his head and mutters at the TV mounted on the wall. “What is this garbage? It’s been on all damn day.”
I follow his eyes up to the TV and laugh. He always knows how to entertain the staff. “It wasn’t on when I came in here about twenty minutes ago.” Smiling, I hand the remote within his reach and point at the channel buttons. “You do know that this hospital has more than one channel right, Henry?”
He squeezes my hand and gives me a charming smile, although his dentures aren’t in. “It makes an old guy happy when a pretty nurse is around to take care of him. It’s about as much action as I can get these days.”
“Oh I’m sure a guy like you can find a beautiful woman to take on a date. You’ll be out in a few days, once your leg heals.” I grab the remote from Henry and flip the channel to something that he might understand better and be more familiar with. “There you go. All set. Now I get off in twenty minutes, so Mandy and Kayla will be here to take care of you. Be nice to them. Don’t let me hear that you’re refusing your meds from them again.”
He throws his arm up, waving me off. “They’re not you.”
Smiling, I pat his hand and start walking toward the door. “Yeah, well I can’t be here twenty-four-seven. So behave yourself, old man.”
“Yeah. Yeah.”
Right as I’m walking out of Henry’s room and closing the door just enough to give Henry some privacy, Jase winks at me and grabs my hand, pulling me around the corner and out of view.
Jase is probably about the most attractive male nurse that works here. As much as I try not to be physically attracted to one of my co-workers, you’d have to be blind not to notice him.
“Meet me in twenty by my car?” he whispers next to my ear. “I parked next to you again.”
“Not tonight, Jase. I have a date with a new gym and I have a lot of stress to work off.”
Jase looks around to make sure that no one is watching, before he slips his hand around my waist and pulls me closer to him. “I’ve been thinking about fucking you all day. It’s been three weeks now. Take that crap out on me.”
Lifting a brow, I place my hand on his firm c
hest and lightly push him away from me. “Yeah, well if I remember correctly, there’s a few other nurses that have been keeping you quite busy. No thanks. I’m good.”
Jase shakes his head and backs away from me, when Mandy walks over.
He tries to play it off as if he wasn’t just trying to get into my pants, but the look Mandy gives me, tells me that she picked up on it.
“What did Henry want this time?” she asks with a grin.
“For me to change the channel for him.” I give Jase one last look, before walking off with Mandy and listening to her tell a story about one of the other patients.
By the time I get done cleaning everything up and saying goodbye to my patients, I’m so tired that I consider just skipping the gym and checking it out another day.
But to be honest, I need to work off some stress and Jase won’t be helping with that anymore.
BY THE TIME I MAKE it to the gym, and change into my gear, it’s well past midnight. There’s only a few other people in the gym, one of them on the treadmill next to me and the other two, lifting weights.
The two lifting weights keep looking my way, talking loudly about my fine ass, but I ignore them and try my best to not give them a piece of my mind. As if they can’t make it any more obvious what they want to do to me. Not happening.
After thirty minutes on the treadmill, I look around me to see that the guys are still watching me, so I give up on the treadmill and decide to move somewhere more private where I can have a moment to let my emotions out.
There’s no one back there to see just how much stress and pent up anger that I really have and if I stay here with these ogling jerkoffs then I’m going to end up taking my frustration out on them and not in a good way.
Slamming back some water, I take a few seconds to catch my breath, before shutting myself in the other room and grabbing the end of the battle ropes.
Gripping tightly onto the ropes, I start out with some power slams, before moving onto some outside circles. I move for as long as I can, until my muscles ache and lungs burn as I fight for air.
Then I toss the ends of the rope down and let out a small scream of anger and relief.
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