“Mike?”
“Who else were you expecting? Grab hold of that chair, sweetheart, ’cause I’m gonna fuck your brains out!”
Lust surged through Julie. Her tie with Mike was so powerful just his voice alone had made her wet. She dropped the make-up-smeared tissue and held on to the chair back. She thrust her ass up waiting to feel Mike’s prick sink into her flesh, creaming at the mere thought of his long, wide cock plunging deep. Over and over.
“Now, please, Mike, now!”
He jammed her body hard and pumped. He wanted more.
He pulled her up and shoved up her blouse. His fingers deftly unclasped her bra and her soft breasts fell into his palms. He drew closer to her and whispered against her neck. “I’m gonna fuck you now, and I’m gonna fuck you later. I’m going to sink my fangs in your neck and brand you.”
Julie throbbed. Her breath hitched and her inner muscles clenched. She ached so much she thought she’d die if Mike didn’t take her right then and now.
“Do it now. I can’t wait. I can’t wait. I can’t ... ah!”
Mike squeezed her nipples until it was almost painful. His fangs pierced her neck mixing her blood with his elixir. His cock pulsed within her. He had her. She was his.
She came. Wave upon wave washing over her, drowning her. She held onto Mike’s arms, the force of her orgasm leaving her weak.
He was still hard. “Are you ready for more?”
She shook her head, too breathless to speak.
“I don’t usually move this fast, sweetheart, but I knew we didn’t have much time. I wish I could take you nice and easy and slow, but I can’t. Here I come, ready or not.”
He pulled out all the way and then plunged one last time, moving in short, hard, thrusts, gripping her breasts as his seed spilled into her.
It was over. Julie sagged in Mike’s arms completely spent.
“You don’t have to worry about my essence being on you. The lubricant’s effect lasts for seventy-two hours.” He licked her neck, laving the marks so they’d disappear within minutes, smacked her rounded ass lightly and withdrew his limp cock. “Go to the bathroom. I’ll go downstairs first.”
Still dazed from the force of their brief lovemaking, Julie entered the bathroom and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her face was flushed, her mouth pouty and her blouse wrinkled.
Great.
Men were the same even in other dimensions.
Julie whipped off her top and hung it on a hanger left in the john. Turning on the hot water in the shower, she let the steam fill the room, the moist air smoothing out the blouse’s wrinkles. Thankfully, most of the creases disappeared quickly.
Borrowing a comb left on the sink, she rinsed it clean, then used it to neaten her hair. She winced as the comb caught on knots that even with care, she couldn’t avoid.
Finally, done, blouse back on, she peered at the mirror again.
Not too bad. She shrugged. It would have to do. Taking a glance at her watch she screeched.
Five minutes till opening!
Cursing horny men throughout the universe, she sped down to the club.
* * * * *
Mike maintained a casual air, but inside he was cursing his unruly hormones. What the hell had he been thinking to put Julie in potential jeopardy like that, not to mention the mission? He was acting like some unfanged rookie unable to keep his prick under control. If she didn’t come down in two minutes, the show would not go on!
A clatter down the stairs and the sound of soft curses caused him to relax.
She was here.
Thank the Creator.
* * * * *
Julie rushed past Mike not daring to even glance at him. She knew she wouldn’t be able to keep from glaring at him.
She got out to the stage just as the theme music came over the sound system.
“All right, ladies, welcome to Real Bad Boys! All the guys are here tonight, and they’ll be here every night until next Saturday! And ladies, feel free to stuff their costumes with as many tips as you like. Come back often and vote for your favorite! The five guys with the most votes will become the regular Bad Boys! Let’s give a big hand to some really bad boys!”
As the music switched to Tory’s song, the contestants once more took the stage. This time the less experienced were more at ease. They strutted their stuff and swung their tight buns at the audience. They swiveled their hips and flexed their muscles.
Julie’s eyes kept coming back to Mike. She tried to remain objective but failed; in her eyes he was the best-looking, sexiest man on stage, although the Sun God came in a close second.
The knowledge that they weren’t going home so soon had lightened the guys’ mood. Whatever the reason, the women in the audience were responding with even more enthusiasm than the other night. Julie had decided to bring the tables a bit closer to the stage, still within code, but close enough so that the ladies at the front tables didn’t have to go far to stuff bills in a bulging G-string.
* * * * *
Tzahyad fumed. Julie stuck to her friends like she was joined to their bodies. Meanwhile, he was no closer to discovering the tracer. He’d have to go through another night of acting a fool in front of creatures he considered prey.
He caught a glimpse of the redhead from last night and licked his lips. He’d come to her again later. He concentrated his attention toward her and she responded. As she raised her eyes to his, he saw the pulse beat rapidly in her neck. He wanted to sink his teeth in her flesh. He knew how she liked to make love and he was just in the mood for some rough sex. He felt his cock lengthen. He hadn’t tried the soft leather whip she had among her little toys.
Maybe tonight. Yes, tonight.
He heard his cue and forcibly dampened his arousal. No free shows for the customers this evening. He’d siphon off some energy from every female he touched. After all, they were merely quarry.
And he was the hunter.
Chapter Eleven
Julie knew that the men would be trotting out their second routine tonight. Mike had no make-up on or seemingly any sort of costume so she was dying to see what he was planning.
Country music cued up and the strains of “Good Ol’ Boys” came on. Mike sat on a couple of haystacks placed in the middle of the stage, a cowboy hat low on his head. His tight-denim-clad legs were spread wide and his hands lay limp between his knees.
First one booted foot then the other started tapping. He stood and began to line dance, untying the bright bandana around his neck and flinging it toward the center of the audience.
The women screamed.
Unbuttoning his plaid shirt with its rolled up sleeves, he kept his head down as he swiveled around the stage. Without raising his head he threw his shirt to the right, into the audience causing the customers to jump from their seats trying to grab it.
He unbuckled his belt and using it like a towel ran it back and forth across his butt, then tossed it toward the left side, still head down.
Stepping off the stage, he went into the audience stopping at the tables in front. At each table he presented his button-down fly to one of the women and directed her to undo a button. While there, the shrieking females stuffed his pockets with bills. Strutting back on stage he swiveled one more time and then whipped off the breakaway jeans, throwing them behind him.
Finally, he lifted his head and crossed his arms behind his hat. He flexed his chest muscles and bumped and ground his thong-clad crotch. He turned and clenched and unclenched his tight buns. Without turning around he flipped his hat onto the stage and stalked away.
The women stamped their feet, whistled and threw money into the hat, screaming in vain for more.
Julie sauntered on stage, picked up the hat and held it out toward the enthusiastic audience garnering more money. With one last wink, she slowly moved toward the rear of the stage when suddenly a masculine hand reached out and grabbed the hat and disappeared.
The crowd went wild.
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“That was great, Mike,” Julie said. “Pretty good ad-libbing, don’t you think?”
Mike nodded. “Could I talk to you for a minute, Miss Julie, in private?”
“Sure. I’ve got a minute. Why don’t we just go over to the office?”
Julie’s thoughts whirled. Why had he decided to get her alone like that? Wouldn’t it look suspicious to the predator?
As soon as the door closed, she confronted him.
“What were you thinking? I thought you said you didn’t think we should be seen alone together?”
Mike hauled her into his arms and tried to quiet her. “Hush, honey. I figured the best way to diffuse any suspicion was to be aboveboard.” He held her tighter. “Listen, I want you to leave early tonight before the end of the show.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, flat metal disk. “This is the concealing shield I used the other day. When you leave, place it on your skin and it will adhere to it. And here’s the key to my motel room. I’ll meet you there later. Tzahyad should have no clue where you are.”
Julie stared at the disk and key he held in his hand, then looked up at him. “You’re going to go after him, aren’t you? How are you going to do it and why are you shielding me?”
Mike ran his fingers through his hair. “Because I can’t take a chance that he’ll come after you and distract me.”
Julie shook her head. “No, that’s not the way. I’m the only one he has a real reason to go after. I can identify you. I’ll have to entice him to come to me ...”
“No! Damn it, Julie, there has to be another way!” Grasping her by shoulders, Mike peered intently into her eyes. “Look, do what I say tonight and I promise I won’t go after him. We need to sit down without worrying about Tzahyad. We’ll talk.” He took a deep breath. “If you’re going to do this, I better make sure we have a foolproof plan.”
Julie brushed a lock of hair back from his forehead. “We better make sure. Now, go on. I’ll go behind the bar with Gary, so you don’t have to worry about me.”
Mike clasped her hand and kissed her palm, his tongue darting out to lap her tender flesh. His eyes took on a devilish gleam. “Perhaps you’d better worry about me!”
She waited a few minutes then joined Gary, helping with the increasing number of drinks.
“I’ll check the liquor and see what we’re running low on. We might think of hiring another bartender for next weekend, Julie.”
“Thanks, Gary. With the super weekend we’re having, I think we should go ahead.” She grinned. “Maybe we can get my dad to give up a weekend.”
“Better clear that with the girlfriend first.”
Julie flicked a bar towel at him. “I’ll get her backstage to see the fellows; she’ll cave.”
The rest of the evening passed quickly. Finally, near the end, Julie began her charade.
Going off stage just before the third to the last contestant, she sagged against Chief Mighty Stick.
“Whoa, Julie. Are you all right?”
Her voice breathy, she sagged a bit more before she spoke.
“I don’t know. I feel kind of woozy. Can you help me to the chair?”
Safely ensconced on the folding chair, Julie continued her performance. Closing her eyes, she sagged forward, head bent.
“Hey, she all right?”
“What’s going on?”
“Does she need a doctor?”
The contestants gathered around her, voicing their concern.
Julie raised her head. “I’m okay, guys. I think I’m just tired. Give me a second.” She stood, then sank back onto the chair. Catching her breath, she tried again and failed.
“Listen, girlfriend, why don’t you go on home. Maybe Tory can announce the last couple of us.” Beau’s softly drawled suggestion drew the group’s approval. “Could one of you guys go get her, please?”
Zorro, who had already finished his routine and was in jeans, nodded and hurried out to get her.
“Julie, it’s Tory. Do you want me to take you home?”
“No, no. I feel better, really. I think if I go home and lie down for a bit. I’ll be fine. I can drive.”
“You most certainly cannot!”
“Okay, okay I’ll call a car service!”
“You promise?”
Julie laughed. “Hon, I wouldn’t dare to cross you when you’re in your Momma Bear mode!”
Leaning a bit on Tory, Julie went back to the office and called. This would be even better than taking her car to the motel. Just ten minutes later she was bending forward to give the driver the motel address.
* * * * *
Tzahyad smiled. This would make his task even easier. With the female weakened, her resistance to his blandishments would be at a minimum. He’d get the information he needed and then have his way with her. What a delicious Earth expression -- have his way with her. Their language was so colorful. As soon as he cleansed his body, he’d seek her out and then seek out the tracer.
And kill him.
* * * * *
The last contestant strutted off the stage and Tory came on.
“Well, ladies, did you enjoy? Then show how much you did by voting for your favorite guy! Remember to give your cards to the hostesses as you leave. Thanks for coming and see us again soon!”
Leaving Connie and Patty to collect the cards, she went back upstairs to the dressing room.
She knocked loudly on the door before entering, giving the men a chance to make themselves decent.
When she opened the door there were still a few men who were wearing nothing else but towels wrapped around their middles. Hair slicked back from the shower, muscles sleeked with body lotion they were any woman’s fantasy harem.
“Okay, guys, have you counted up your tips?”
“We have indeed, Tory. We have us a winner.” Beau’s slow drawl drew out the last word and made her giggle. “Chief Mighty Stick over here just beat out the cowboy. Guess this time the Injuns won.”
Good-natured hoots and war whoops filled the dressing room.
“Congratulations, Chief. I hope the rest of you are happy with your tips. Have a great day off tomorrow and we’ll see you all on Monday.”
The room soon emptied as the men finished dressing and left either for the motel or for other evening activities.
At last all was silent.
* * * * *
Tory waited until she was pretty sure the dressing room was empty and then went back to straighten up the mess she knew she’d find. Better to get it done tonight so Julie wouldn’t have to come in tomorrow.
She asked everyone to wait. Gary didn’t need much cajoling.
“Glad to, Tory. Don’t like to leave any of you ladies alone anyway.” He grimaced. “I’m not sure I completely convinced Bill I meant what I said earlier. He was pretty pissed off at Julie. I’m kinda surprised he didn’t show up here tonight and do something stupid.”
“Has he told his mother yet?” Patty asked.
Connie shrugged. “I don’t know.” She shuddered. “I’m just glad I don’t have to tell her. Yeah, go on and take care of the dressing room. Gary, and Patty and I can finish off the club.”
When she opened the door to the dressing room, Tory groaned. It was even messier than the night before! It looked as if it a group of Tasmanian devils had run through it. She heaved a deeply felt sigh and started picking up the debris.
This might just take her all night.
* * * * *
Tzahyad peered from within the spare bedroom, his eye glued to the slim opening left between the hinges and the door. He followed Tory’s path as she gathered the mess left by his fellow contestants.
He’d made sure that he was the only one left upstairs, waiting out the men as they showered, joked and made plans for the remainder of the night. The two men who were assigned to the room wouldn’t be returning later. They had a threesome going with one of the other males. They’d even invited him to join them, but he’d graciously turned them down.
His prime mission tonight was to interrogate the succulent Miss Julie.
But perhaps he might have a little snack first.
He watched as she bent down to get soiled tissues shoved under the tables. Her rounded ass jutted up inviting him to rip off her pants and sink his prick in her mouth-watering body.
Her hair swung freely, rhythmically as she moved. Occasionally she’d swing it back over her shoulders and then the gleaming mass would slip forward again like a shimmering waterfall.
His prick lengthened as he imagined that silky mass enveloping his flesh as she rode him to a mind-blowing orgasm.
What a delightful appetizer she would be.
She straightened and placed her hand at the small of her back and stretched, thrusting her breasts forward.
No more waiting. Now was the time.
* * * * *
Tory tried to shake off the feeling that someone was watching her. She moved quickly, neatening up, sweeping, collecting used towels, the usual garbage of sloppy men and boys.
As her hair swung forward she could swear she heard someone inhale sharply. Had to be her overactive imagination, right?
Gary and the girls were waiting for her downstairs. She sighed. It was getting late, but she couldn’t leave the place a mess.
There, was that a creaking floorboard? Crap, she was scaring herself!
“Tory, you ’bout done up there?”
Gary’s voice got louder and louder.
Tory laughed with relief. That must have been what she’d heard, Gary, coming up the stairs. She tied the bag of garbage, dragged it to the door and threw the door open.
Gary stood halfway up the steps, a look of concern on his face. “Everything okay? Connie told me to check up on you.”
“I’m done. Here, catch the bag.” She tossed it down to him, shutting and locking the door behind her and clattered down the stairs. “Are you guys finished?”
Gary nodded, hefting the bag and leading the way out.
“Some evening, eh, Tory? The past two nights we took in more than the entire past two weeks.”
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