Dirty

by HJ Bellus

  I watch Randall and two other dancers leave the room, followed by Rhett and Oliver. I know my time is getting close. You could say I’m the grand finale and then all of us men go out to the crowd to give lap dances to paying customers. The women aren’t allowed to touch us unless we grab their hand and drag it up and down our abs, which I rarely do. I’d like to think I keep some part of me private, but that’s one hell of a joke.

  I open the cabinet with clothes in it and make quick work of pulling on my very faded blue jeans. Call it superstition but I wear them every single time. They’ve faded into a lighter blue than when new and the material is tattered and shredded everywhere. They ride low on my hips and then I toss on my white wife beater and decide to go with a red flat-billed hat since Janet Jackson will be singing to me tonight.

  “Ladies, it’s the moment you’ve waited for,” booms across the speaker. “He’s back this summer and ready to dance for you. Anyone want to see Zane?”

  The crowd roars and by the sounds of it, there’s a full-house out there waiting on me. I bounce back and forth on the balls of my Cons waiting on the upbeat rhythm of ‘What Have You Done For Me Lately’. When the drums fire off, I smoothly glide out to the center of the dance floor with my back to the crowd, taunting them with a few shoulder dips and hip pops before I grab the bill of my hat and spin around.

  The atmosphere of the club morphs into an electric one with dollar bills flying up on the stage. I find her in the crowd. The shy one in a group of rowdy friends, she has her arms crossed, and is on the verge of tears. A club virgin that was dragged here by her drunk and obnoxious friends; these are my favorite ones to bring up on stage.

  I snake my way towards her side, moving my hips with the beat of the music and bobbing my head. Right before I’m in front of her, I cross my arms out in front of me and pop my booty, making the crowd go wild and then I grab the hem of my shirt and slowly snake it up over my abs, but stop shy of having it off over my head, waiting for the women to beg for it.

  In one swift movement, I have it off and swinging over my head and then finally let it fly. Ross knows to go grab it for me. He got sick of having to buy me a new beater for every single show.

  I mouth the words of the chorus to the shy redhead, and then extend my hand out, beckoning her with my pointer finger. She reacts as expected, frightened and scurrying back, but her rowdy friends push her towards the stage.

  I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face as her cheeks turn the same color as her hair and she hesitantly takes my hand. Effortlessly, I pull her up to the stage and dance around her until the song is over. I wait for Rihanna to start singing ‘Work’ before I wrap my arm low around her back and pull her into me and grind the fuck out of her.

  The dollar bills rain as her friends cheer her on. I half expect this one to start crying, but the tears never come, and eventually a cute little smile covers her face. Using both hands, I grip onto her waist and lift her up, bringing her to my chest. I feel her legs lock around my back and her hands dig into the top of my shoulders.

  I sway back and forth with her for a few seconds to make sure she has her bearings and is ready for my next move. My hands dig tighter into her ass cheeks then I begin bouncing her up and down on my cock. Now an innocent girl like this makes my cock grow hard, and I can only imagine the way she’d feel slamming down on it.

  I keep her ass rhythmically bouncing up and down and whisper in her ear. “Turn my hat backwards.”

  Her face flushes an even deeper crimson and a questioning look covers her petite features.

  “Turn my hat backwards.” I nudge her ear lobe with my nose and then sink my teeth into the sensitive skin on her ear until I hear her moan.

  “Fuck,” I growl. She might orgasm from dry humping me.

  It takes her a minute before she reaches up and twists my hat backwards. The local and very loyal customers know what’s about to go down and they show their enthusiasm by showering the stage with more dollar bills.

  I slowly dip my head down and don’t break eye contact with the girl until my face is grazing the top of her cleavage. I work slow, nudging my nose in between her tits while keeping her ass bobbing up and down. Before the song ends, I gently place her on her feet, gripping the back of her hair and urging her to her knees.

  With a tight grip on her hair, I air fuck her face, changing my moves into a grinding action, and then I slowly unbutton my pants and let her unzip them and tug them to the ground until I’m only left in a tiny ass black thong.

  I clutch onto the back of her head one more time and let my cock bounce up and down to the music. She shocks the shit out of me when she leans forward, letting it hit her face. The crowd goes insane with the action, so I place my other hand on the back of her head and really grind on her face.

  “Zane,” Ross booms over the speakers. The stage goes dark and security guards guide the young woman off the stage. Once she’s gone, the lights go back on full blast.

  “If you loved him, ladies, let him know.”

  Another song begins to fill the rowdy club filled with women thirsty for cock action. The rest of the men join me on stage as Ross shouts out the rules of the lap dancing and then we file off the stage and make our way to the women. And this is where I become very selective, surveying the crowd for women who show signs of having a healthy wallet. I look for diamond rings, leather purses, and designer heels.

  Finally, I spot the perfect table of middle-aged women; they have a stack of bills on the center of their table and they’re not ones.

  “Ladies.” I smile and rub my chest as I walk up to them. “Can I do anything for you over here?”

  “Right here, big boy.” A silver haired woman pushes back from the table and faces me in her chair.

  The sexy song floating around the club motivates my moves. I rest both hands behind my head snaking my body closer to hers until I can feel her body heat and begin my show.

  “Damn, those bitches were thirsty tonight.” Rhett slams down his wad of bills on the bench next to him.

  “That was fucking insane,” Oliver adds.

  “It was a good night. That’s for sure.” Randall slings his duffle bag over his shoulder and heads for the door. “I’m out boys. See you all tomorrow night.”

  My pile of bills is just as thick as Rhett’s; the only difference is, mine have two zeros after the ones. Rhett’s a fucking showboat and does this job for fun, not out of necessity like me.

  “You guys do this every night after working?” Oliver asks.

  “No.” I stand, zipping my fly and tossing my hoodie over my head. “Just Friday and Saturday nights and summer is always hopping.”

  “Yep, rich bitches everywhere during the summer. Snotty little assholes.” Rhett’s voice is bathed in disgust.

  “Can’t hate them that much, man.” I pat Rhett’s shoulder. “It’s our job security. We build their fancy houses and take their Benjamins at night.”

  “Want to go grab a beer over at Joe’s?” Rhett asks, knowing damn well what my answer will be.

  “Nah, got shit to do.”

  “At midnight?” Oliver asks.

  “Yep.” I let the door slam behind me and walk out into the cool night air, willing to give anything to just go home and get a decent night’s sleep, but instead, I check my phone to get the address of my next job.

  The address is up in the Woodland Heights residential area. It will be a good paying job. I pound a Red Bull on the way there, hoping like fuck it at least gives my cock wings to entertain this lady tonight. The address leads me to a three-story mansion with massive windows facing the ocean.

  Once I kill my truck, the door to the house immediately opens and out steps a motherfucking bombshell brunette. My cock stands to attention as I stare her down. I have to have the wrong address, no way in hell she wants me.

  “Zane?” her soft voice floats through the air.

  It takes me a few moments to gather my thoughts and form words. I quickly roll up
the window to my truck; the age and rust on the truck reminds me of how out of place I am right now.

  “Yeah, that’s me.” I slam the truck door and take a step toward her.

  She tucks her head, letting her long dark curls cascade over her shoulders. “I’ve never done this before.”

  Her voice is barely audible and shakes with nerves. Her innocent nature lights up a fire within me. I close the gap between us in three long strides.

  “What’s your name?” I ask.

  “Tara.”

  I weave my hand through her hair, cup her jaw, and pull her face up to look at me. I’m forced to readjust my cock with the other hand to relieve a bit of pressure. She holds up a handful of cash to me. And as much I want this to be just a one-night stand and nothing to do with work, I take the money and stuff it deep in my pockets.

  “My husband just left me for his secretary. I’m lonely and need…”

  My lips crash onto hers before she has the chance to finish. I typically avoid kissing unless it’s requested, but her plump and perfectly lined lips are irresistible. I waste no time before I sweep my tongue along the front of her teeth. Her taste is pure and sweet and is driving me fucking crazy.

  The palms of my hands cup both of her perfect ass cheeks and squeeze. Tara is such a breath of fresh air compared to my normal clients. Her hardened nipples press through her thin satin top. She kisses back as hard as I give. I hoist her up until she’s settled around my waist.

  “I need to fuck you now,” I growl into her mouth.

  “House, now,” she pants out between our heated kisses.

  I step in the open door and use my foot to kick it shut and spot a couch once I walk in. Our clothes fly until our skin melts together in a sweaty heated passion. The back of my calves hit the couch and I collapse down onto it, pulling Tara on me until she’s straddling me. Her clit and opening rub up on my cock, causing me to shudder with her touch.

  “Zane, I’ve been with one other man. He was my first and only.”

  “Fuck,” I hiss between clenched teeth.

  Tara’s petite little hand wraps tight around my dick and she begins stroking it from base to tip. I’m definitely regretting not letting that blonde bitch suck me off, so I could last longer right now.

  I lean up and catch one of her nipples and let my teeth sink down into her flesh while kneading the rounded bud with my fingers. Her tits are fucking perfect, not the fake ones I’m used to. I lose all sense of control with her and pull up to massage both of her tits while licking and lapping at them.

  My cock bobs and throbs between us and I know that I have to slow down, but can’t muster a thread of self-control. She begins to move her hips on the top of my thighs and power evaporates.

  “Condom.” I bite down hard on one of her nipples. “In my pocket. Get it now.”

  My teeth remain around her sensitive bud as she leans backwards, snagging my jeans with one of her hands. My cock glides the length of her flushed folds, rolling, and soaking up her juices. It would be so easy to plunge into her with no rubber.

  Before Tara has the chance to sit up, I pull the condom from her, using my teeth to rip it open and then sheathing my hungry cock in one stroke. My fingertips dig into the side of her hips, lift her up, and push her down on me until she settles against the base.

  I’m greedy and begin to pump inside of her as I guide her hips up and down to meet each one of my thrusts. In the hurricane of my want and need for this beauty, I abandoned all thoughts or care for her. But it seems she doesn’t give a shit with her head tilted back and her perfect tits bouncing with each of her movements.

  Her moans and screams aren’t fake or manufactured. Each ripple of her pleasure streams through her voice. I can’t help but dip my thumb down to swirl her clit. The pad of my thumb is soaked in her juices.

  “Zane. Oh God, Zane.”

  Her tight walls clench my cock, milking out her orgasm. Tara collapses a bit on my chest.

  “I want to take you from the back.”

  Tara’s long brown curls swirl on my chest with the nod of her head. I flip her from my lap and she’s belly down on the couch.

  “Scoot that ass up. Fuck, I love a big juicy ass.”

  I slap her ass her hard, leaving a stinging sensation on my palm and a red handprint on her ass. Grabbing the base of my cock, I sink slowly into her until I’m balls deep.

  “Fuck me, Zane.”

  Her final plea ignites a wild desire in me and nothing could stop me from fucking her brains out. I drive hard into her over and over, working towards my release, not concerned if she goes or not.

  Taking her money is completely wrong and if I let myself think about it too long…I feel dirty.

  5

  Zane

  “I know.” I plant my elbows into the top of my thighs. “He’s a stubborn old man and is refusing treatment.”

  “Dialysis will do no good if he doesn’t complete the next round of chemo.”

  “He’s heard it over and over and in the end it’s his choice.”

  The words slice my tongue as I speak each one. Grandpa is still hell bent on refusing any more treatment. I get it, I really do, but it’s a hard pill to swallow. The last round of chemo nearly destroyed him.

  “I’ll have him sign off on paperwork then and get hospice lined up. He may have three good weeks left in him or at most three months.”

  “Thank you.” I stand and nod to the doctor and wonder why in the hell I’m thanking him.

  “Zane, the billing office needs you to stop by before you leave.”

  “Of course they do,” I say, slamming the office door.

  They want their fucking money. It’s not enough that I get to watch my only family die, but they also want to take everything from us.

  “Old man.” I smile at my grandpa, who’s resting on a bench.

  “I’m not your old man. I could still whoop your ass, boy.” He waves his cane in the air with all the strength he has.

  “I’d like to see that shit.” I stare down at my black Cons and go over the news the doctor just shared with me.

  “Grandpa, I really think you need to give it one more…”

  “Enough of this shit, Zane.” He stands to his feet, batting away a nurse who tries to help him stand. “No longer am I going to sit by and watch you suffer, work your hands to the bone, and worry about my old ass. I thought the day your parents were locked away would be the hardest on me, but it’s far from it. I’m tired, sick, and old, son. We’ll get through this.”

  I can’t bring myself to agree with him because everything inside of me disagrees with him. I run my hands through my long shaggy hair and bite my tongue.

  “You go on. The nurse can take me home.”

  I wrap him up in a huge hug and squeeze him gently. It wasn’t too long ago that he could envelope me in a hug, overpowering me. But now I’m afraid I’ll break the man.

  “I love you, Grandpa, I can’t lose you.” I squeeze my eyes shut tight and hang onto him for a few extra seconds.

  “I’ll always be here, Zane, you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

  “Ditto.” I step back, fighting to keep my tears at bay knowing now beyond a doubt that his days are numbered. No amount of prayers, money, or miracles can save him. I see it in his eyes; his soul has surrendered.

  “I’ll be home late tonight.”

  “Love you, kid.” He refuses the wheelchair and the elbow of his helper and takes each small step until he reaches the door.

  I brush away a few stray tears that escape and make my way down the long corridor to the billing department. The sterile smell and dull colors on the walls swirl together, creating a knot low in my gut. It will soon be a smell and sight that will no longer be in my life and that’s a bittersweet pill to accept. The fight is over.

  “May I help you?” a gray-haired lady behind the desk wearing wire-rimmed glasses asks.

  I place both of my palms down on the smooth countertop. “I’
m here to pay on my grandpa’s bill.”

  “Okay, his last name and date of birth.”

  I spit out the information in a monotone voice and wait for her to pull up the information.

  “Your balance is sixty-thousand dollars and twenty-two cents and it looks like the insurance is still refusing one claim and we’re waiting on another to be processed. How much would you like to put down?”

  Digging deep in my left pocket, I pull out a wad of money. “I can only pay five thousand today.”

  “Um, we can’t take that much cash. Do you have a check or card?”

  “Is Julie working?” I shift my weight from one leg to the other, growing irritated at this fucking place. Each time this happens. The assholes want paid, but can’t fucking handle cash.

  “Yes, she is.”

  “Good, give this to her. She knows the routine.” I toss the envelope on the counter and walk out, feeling each of my heavy footsteps hit the cold tile floor of the hospital or my personal hell.

  My phone’s been vibrating like crazy in my pocket and when I flop down in the driver’s seat of my truck, I finally pull it out. Rhett’s name covers the screen; instead of reading through them, I type out a quick message letting him know I’ll meet him at our favorite pizza place for lunch.

  My boss is more than easy going about me taking time off for my grandpa. I guess my dedication and nearly perfect track record paid off. I strum the steering wheel while driving to the bank to make the next payment. We’ve had to mortgage everything to our damn eyeballs, but by damn if I’ll lose grandpa’s small place while he’s around. A dim hope flickers low in my gut that I want it for myself, forever to raise my own family there.

  A demented laugh escapes me as I wheel into the parking lot. As the thought quickly floated into my mind, it then vanished. It’s just not a reality at all and never will be with the lifestyle I’ve chosen.

  “Mr. Rivers, can I help you?” I look up to the middle-aged brunette loan officer smiling back at me and give her a quick nod while plucking the thick envelope from my back pocket.