by HJ Bellus
Hell, I let my dollar bills from Darby’s purse fly up onto the stage. That gets me a high five and shoulder bump from her. Even Chloe’s up on her feet, enjoying the show.
The dancer makes it rain when his fingers unbutton his lose fitting jeans and then unzips them until his pelvic area is exposed.
“Holy shit!” Darby squeals. “He isn’t wearing underwear.”
Amongst the crazy ruckus it’s as if he hears Darby and finally looks up at the crowd. His piercing blue eyes stab me hard in the gut.
“Holy shit, it’s Zane,” I whisper and lock eyes with him. He keeps eye contact as he keeps dancing to the song.
7
Zane
The look on her face is fucking priceless when she finally sees me. I don’t miss the fact that her gorgeous brown eyes darted down to my cock. I’d been watching her from backstage all night and noticed her uninterested posture and hell, maybe even a twinge of longing.
When she got up to use the bathroom during Rhett’s performance, it took everything for me to stay put and not go take her. It fucking killed me to keep my dick in my pants earlier. Her taste was so fucking sweet and I’d give anything to rip that fucking skirt off and lick her until she screams my name, tattooing her taste on my tongue.
Ross is going to have my ass, but it seems I have no damn self-control around this girl. It’s something I’ve never felt and I know I just need to fuck her sweet pussy and get it out of my system.
My cock has grown to a painful state dancing and maintaining eye contact with her. I clutch the bulge in my pants and give a few hip flexes before sliding on my knees to her side of the stage. I rest back on the palms of my hands and thrust to the beat of the song for a few moments. Then I sit back up on my knees, grabbing her hand in one quick movement.
Her exaggerated breath hits my forearms, making this action so much sweeter. The crowd goes wild as I slide down the back of my jeans with my free hand, showing my bare ass to one side of the club.
I give her a quick wink and then tug her close enough that I can shove her hand down the front of my unzipped pants. Not once do I break our stare. Her petite hand wraps around my dick and slowly begins stroking me from base to tip. The connection is more than I ever thought it would be. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as she quickens her pace.
Ross has a strict rule of no contact when on stage. We can bring girls up and dance around them with our clothes on but no skin-to-skin contact. The crowd may think its part of the show when I throw back my head and groan. I get way too close to the danger zone with her hand down my pants. When her hand reaches the head of my cock, I can feel her swirl her fingertip around a bead of cum.
I catch her wrist and pull it from my pants and bounce back up, giving each section of the club a view of my ass while pulling down the front of my jeans to the wicked zone without exposing anything. Ava doesn’t see me when I watch her lick the tip of her finger clean. The expression on her face as she takes me from her fingers causes my cock to pulse way too uncomfortably in my jeans.
In just a few short moments the song comes to an end, Ross cuts the lights, and the dollars fly onto the stage. I don’t wait for his announcement or a chance for an encore before rushing off the stage. The club is at an all-time high of cheers and roars.
When I enter the dressing room, Rhett has a blonde bent over the bench pounding the fuck out of her while she sucks off Oliver.
“You’re done?” Rhett asks, not missing a beat.
I only nod and race into the bathroom, locking the door behind me, and fighting to catch my breath.
“What has she done to me?” I say out loud in the bathroom.
My hand roams down the front of my jeans until I have my cock clutched in a painful grip. Her brown eyes haunt me as I stroke my dick from base to tip. Her touch and hand felt so much better than mine. I pick up the pace, remembering her sweet floral scent and long brown curls draping over her shoulders.
“Fuck, Ava,” I growl out and stroke my dick faster. The pent up want and need for the gorgeous brunette peaks as my cum sprays all over the tile floor. The feeling of satisfaction never hits me. I’m left hollow and only wanting her.
I bang the back of my head on the door, staring up at the ceiling and realizing just how fucked up I am. I’m a fucking God who wins at life and makes money doing this shit, but right now all I want to do is haul her sweet little ass out to my truck and fuck her senseless into the morning.
A thunderous pounding on the door from the other side distracts me from my spiraling thoughts.
“Zane, lap dance time. Let’s go.”
“Fuck,” I growl, swinging open the door.
“Let’s go, champ.”
Rhett looks behind me at the mess on the floor and only shakes his head. My best friend can read me like a fucking open book, but knows better than to pry. I make quick work of shimmying on some skintight boxers and then putting my jeans back over the top.
Ross gives his normal lecture about lap dances while hyping up the crowd. A sickening feeling washes over me as we stand in line on the stage readying ourselves to go make the real money by dry humping women. I scan the crowd for Ava, but the lighting is way too dark.
Bank notices, hospital bills, saving Grandpa’s place, and eventually paying for a proper burial drift through my thoughts. Both of my parents are locked up for murder, each serving life sentences with no option of parole…I have no one to come and save the day. That’s my job.
The sound of my neck cracking as I jerk from side to side puts my head fully back in the game and I begin scanning the crowd for the high rollers with the Benjamins. Those are the ladies I’ll target and give them the show of their lives. There are plenty of options.
Closer by Nine Inch Nails begins to thump in the club and we all jump off the stage and pick out our prey. Mine is a lady with a canary yellow Gucci bag at her feet. Way older than me, but decked out in designer shit and sporting the look that says she’s in need of a good time.
She spreads her legs for me and I know I made the right choice when all of her friends circle us, stuffing bills in the top of my pants. She rips my shirt off and begins clawing at my chest. I grab each of her wrists and pull them above her head while gently shaking my head from side to side. And of course like any greedy rich bitch, she sticks out her bottom lip to pout. This is when I lay it on thick; grinding on her, rubbing my chest, abs, and cock up against her clothed body.
Her friends howl and keep throwing the money in my direction. A loud ruckus catches my attention, so I turn around giving my customer a close view of my clothed ass. I grab her raised arms and wrap them around my waist placing her hands on the button of my jeans. Her friends cheer, approving of my move.
I snag one of her friends in front of me, raise my hands over my head, and begin air fucking her as my pants are pulled down to my ankles. I feel my ass cheeks being exposed, but keep dancing and letting the money rain down. The cheers become louder and louder. My curiosity peaks and I scour the club to find out what in the hell is going on or who is going down.
When I look over to Ava’s wild table of females, it’s not the bride to be getting the lap dance, but Ava. Oliver has his crotch embedded in her cleavage, dry humping the shit out of it. He then high fives Rhett, who’s on Darby. They both jump up on the chairs, planting their feet on either side of the women’s ass cheeks and continue to dance while practically face fucking the women.
The vein in my neck pops. Anger rushes through my bloodstream watching Oliver touch her. He grips the back of her head, bobbing her face in and out. Ava’s knuckles are turning white. Her grip on the edge of the seat is noticeable as her level of comfort grows out of control, but the fucking rookie doesn’t pick up on it.
Rhett and Darby are one step away from tearing each other’s clothes off and fucking on the club floor. The swarm of older women around me grows needier, beginning to pull and tug on my boxers. I grind back on the woman in her seat and pull down my boxers so my v-lin
e and the top of my pubic bone are exposed.
I check back in on Ava and we make eye contact. The look in her eyes nearly brings me to a stop. It’s indefinable. I’m not sure if it’s disappointment or jealousy. She studies each of my movements as I grind on anything near me and it only takes moments for me to realize its disappointment and sadness. Under her stare, it’s the first time I feel dirty.
She may taste like gourmet and looks like fine china, but I don’t deserve her and never will. It hurts, but I finally break eye contact and figure what the fuck. I’m already in trouble with Ross, so what the fuck!
I pry my hand away from the hip of one of the ladies and pull my boxers all the way down until everything is exposed. A quick glance over to Ava kills me. The same apprehensive expression plasters her face, but this time her eyes focus in on me. It doesn’t take long before she takes in the entire nasty scene playing out before her eyes.
My attention is so absorbed in her dark brown eyes it’s not until I feel lips brushing against the head of my cock that I react, jerking back. Immediately, I zip up my jeans and go back to dancing. A quick survey of the club assures my nerves that the neither bouncers nor Ross saw a thing that just went down.
Their attention is locked in on Ava’s table and the rowdy bunch groping Rhett and Oliver. Rhett’s busy pleasing the crowd and raking in the greens, but Oliver has a different agenda. He’s full up on Ava and she’s resisting to the point of not enjoying the show. My gut somersaults and I’m not sure if she’s disgusted with Oliver or the show I just put on. Without delay, I regret it all when the look of pain and hopelessness takes over Ava.
It’s the same reaction I saw earlier today at the pizza restaurant. The same one that fueled me to go ape shit wild on a stranger and beat the ever-living fuck out of him. I wrap up the dance in a hurry, even though the music still pumps throughout the club and reach Ava in three long strides.
Oliver has made his way back down to the ground, but still has his hand laced in her hair. The fucker pulls her face up to his before I have the chance to pull him off. He’s aggressive as he goes in for a kiss, but misses Ava’s lip because she turns her head.
Security beats me to the punch, pulling Oliver off of her, and Ross works his magic avoiding a hostile situation at all cost. He calls Rhett to the stage and on cue he’s up there humping the stage in his skimpy thong. All eyes are on him.
Oliver disappears with security down the long hallway to the dressing room. The fucker better be fired or I’ll slit a throat. I finally reach Ava. She’s sitting alone at a table with her face buried in the palms of her hands. All of her friends have flocked to the stage to get a taste of Rhett.
“Ava.” I place the palm of my hand on the small of her back.
Her spine stiffens and her chest heaves. It’s not until she looks up at me that I see the tears racing from her eyes.
“Baby.” My arms wrap low around her waist, I lift her in one quick swoop, and cradle her to my chest. Ava’s arms wrap tight around my neck. She burrows her face in my bare chest. The tears stream down my abs and with each step I feel like a bigger dick than ever before.
I weave through the crowd of women who are now mesmerized by Rhett on the stage and exit through the tiny kitchen where the fried bar food is made. No one asks a single question when they stare at me packing out a weeping customer. What have I done?
The night air chills the perspiration on my skin along with Ava’s tears. The silence is deafening and for once I’m at a loss for words. It’s easier for me to be a dick and hide behind that stone wall I’ve built around myself.
“Put me down.” Ava’s words are jumbled.
“What?” I look down at her face tucked in my chest.
“Please, put me down.” This time her words ring out in the dark alleyway.
I’m gentler with her than I’ve been with anyone in my life as I set her down on the cracked asphalt, making sure she’s grounded before stepping back. Her pale face lights up the dark environment.
“Are you okay?” I run my hands through my dark, damp hair. It’s then I realize I’m standing bare chested in front of her with the button of my jeans undone.
“I think I’m going to be sick.” She turns from me and dry heaves on the side of the building.
“Ava.” I lay my hand on the small of her back trying to comfort.
“Please don’t touch me.”
I back up and give her the time she needs. The back door swings open to the club and Rhett appears with a shit-eating grin.
“Thought you’d be tapping that fine ass out here. Fuck, that show was off the hook. Made more money tonight than I have the entire month.”
He’s oblivious, going on about the show and how entertained his dick is going to be tonight. I pace, my hands on my hips and don’t even know how to react. I’ve never felt this way about a woman. Ever. They’ve been fuck toys that I make money off and I’ve been the fucking king until she walked in tonight.
“Your phone’s been going off like crazy in the dressing room.” Rhett holds out my cellphone with the lit screen and all the notifications going off. “I’m off. Found a hot bitch to tap tonight.”
Rhett disappears back into the club before I have the chance to let him know that he better fucking keep Oliver away from me, so I don’t bash his fucking skull in.
Silence bathes the alleyway for several more moments before Ava stands up and turns to me. Her tears are gone, color has raced back into her cheeks, but I don’t miss the hurt still lingering in her eyes. I wait for her to talk first because in this moment I have no words.
“Is this why you don’t date?” she asks, crossing her arms and shivering in the night air.
I hold my hand out to her instead of answering her question and am shocked when she takes it. I don’t even have a fucking shirt or jacket to offer her, so I pull her into my chest and wrap my arms around her.
“You’re shivering,” is the only explanation I offer up.
“Answer me, Zane. Is this why you don’t date?” Her palm spreads out on my chest and her cheek nuzzles in.
“Part of it.”
“Why…” Ava fights to finish her question.
My gut screams to tell her the truth, but I don’t know if my soul can handle it. Holding her, kissing her, and hell even just looking at her twists me into knots and I know there’s something there. It could be the couch I fuck on the rest of my life and the woman I call my wife. My parents destroyed any hopes of being normal years ago.
“I work construction during the day and do this at night to make money.” I throw my head up to the night sky praying like hell for some help here. “My grandpa raised me and is real sick right now. I’m just doing the best I know.”
I lay it all out to her and if it’s not enough then I don’t what else to do. No one, but Rhett, knows the full truth of how I make my money and the demons I’ve faced growing up. Being labeled the child of killers in a small town isn’t a real easy pill to swallow.
“I don’t like those women touching you.”
Her reaction shocks the shit out of me.
“I don’t care for it either, but at the end of the night, I need the money.”
“Why did you pull your dick out tonight for those women?” Ava looks up to me, stabbing my heart with her deep brown eyes so full of questions.
“To piss you off.” I raise one eyebrow. “I’m a dick, Ava. I have walls and a past. It was an ass move and I’m sorry.”
She steps back and wraps her arms around her middle. “Did it piss you off when that blond was dancing on me?”
I watch as she cranes her head to the side and stares me down, waiting for an answer.
“It did and he’ll be paying for it.”
“Why? I’m not yours; remember, you don’t date.”
I run my hands back through the sides of my hair and feel my phone fucking buzzing in my pockets. “Honestly, I have no idea what’s going on here.”
The tip of her boots kicks a
t some loose pebbles. “Well, when you find out, let me know.”
She turns and heads for the door. I go to follow her, but hear her friends all call out her name and I know she’s okay. Pulling out the phone from my pocket, it’s lit up with texts from Sheila.
“Fuck,” I growl into the darkness. I totally fucking forgot about her and the fact I need thousands more to take care of bills.
Sheila: You’re late
Sheila: Are you coming?
Sheila: I have three ladies here for you.
I don’t take time to scroll through the pictures of naked women before dialing her number.
“Zane,” she purrs back in the phone.
“Sheila, baby.” The fake persona I put on makes me nauseous. “Sorry, work at the club ran a bit late. Be over in five minutes.”
“Sounds good, baby. Lots of wet pussy ready for you.”
“Don’t worry, I have your back.”
I hang up the phone feeling lower than the green scum on the bottom of ponds. This is all fucked-up, but I have no choice. By the time I make it into the dressing room, it’s vacant. My fists are fucking rearing and ready to go rounds with that fucking puke, Oliver. My dick has never been so limp knowing I’m about to fuck the shit out of four women all night long.
I open Rhett’s locker and snag a few of his pills that he swears by. I’ve never asked what the concoction is. I’m pretty sure it’s all illegal anyway. The drive zooms by and before I know it, I’m in front of Sheila’s mansion on the outskirts of town. Her place stands out like a sore thumb. It’s not nestled in the valley with the rest of the elite homes. Oh no, it’s on the outskirts of town between grape vineyards and vast farm fields.
She’s at the door waving in black skimpy lingerie. Her friends swarm around her back. I should be hard and ready to perform, but Ava happened. My hand sneaks down the front of my jeans, revealing my cock, and I stroke it a few times, trying to get semi-hard before walking in. Nothing happens until I remember how wet Ava was for me when I got her off in the bathroom. Her soft little moans and the way her hands tugged on my hair do the trick.