“Lollipop” by Lil Wayne is playing over the speakers. Appropriate for a strip club, except I’ve yet to get a blow job in one. That’s alright, though. I’ve had my share of tugs and sucks from strippers after their shifts have ended.
This joint knows they better provide us the hottest chicks tonight. A handful begin their seductive prowl over to us, and we’ll take the best ones to the private room with us later.
A woman literally falls onto my lap when she is given a push from behind by a fellow stripper. Her hand slams onto my dick. “Shit, I’m not going to need to be here if you smash my junk!”
“Sorry,” she utters in a whine as she snatches her hand away. Even over the music, I hear the guys laughing. I glance over to them.
“Fuck off, guys,” I say before I turn my head back to the woman hovering over my lap.
“Holy–fucking–shit.” Her eyes, which were casted downward, flip up and widen upon seeing me. Her body freezes and bottom lip trembles.
In my wildest dreams, I could have envisioned this. Absolutely. In real life–never. I glance around us before I nervously stare into her eyes. “Sadie, what the hell are you doing working here?”
The corner of her lip drags beneath her teeth, and it takes only seconds to see the fear claim this poor girl. “Is this your first time doing this?”
Her head nods and tears appear. Dammit, this night was supposed to be worry free.
“What’s wrong over there, Jersey? Got a newbie? I will happily take her off your hands,” Noah says before he chuckles. I glance over to him, but he’s not looking at me.
His eyes are surveying Sadie’s body, and the rush of jealousy I’m overcome with catches me off-guard. I’ve never given a flying fuck about sharing a woman, but even knowing the thoughts he’s having about her right now makes me want to kick his ass.
“You,” he says, pointing a finger at her while brushing off the stripper dancing over him, “come over here.” I’m not letting him near Sadie. He’ll crush her soul.
I look back into her anxious eyes. She must have contacts in tonight, and her bluish, green eyes are stunning. “No, she’s not going anywhere,” I say loudly, never breaking eye contact with her.
I know better than to look over at Noah. I’ve already learned that he doesn’t like the word “no,” and he won’t appreciate this. I don’t understand why, but the need to protect Sadie is my utmost priority.
“Thank you,” she mouths, or maybe she whispers it. It’s too noisy to hear, but with my eyes glued on her scarlet lips, I didn’t miss what she was expressing.
Lana Del Ray’s song “Burning Desire” begins to play, and I cup this sweet girl’s hips. “Feel the music, Sadie. Move with my hands, so I can talk to you, OK?”
She nods nervously again and can’t help but close her eyes. Her pouty lips part as she inhales deeply, and I notice she didn’t injure my dick whatsoever when she fell onto me. Just like she’s figured out what to do with her shapely body, my hard cock knows how to react to it.
My left hand feels the pressure from her hip as she sways to the right, bumping against it. White-hot coals could be at the core of her curves, and I’m certain I would leave my palms there to experience the burn.
Since her eyes are closed, I let mine behold the sight of her gorgeous figure moving provocatively above me. Round tits hover not even a foot away, but enough of them are still hidden under a shiny, silver bikini top.
Her matching bottoms are held on by bows on each side, and I imagine us completely alone, my thumbs slipping through the circles and pulling them free.
Completely alone.
I don’t want her stripping in front of another man.
“Sadie,” I say. Her eyes fly open, and she stops moving. I shake my head no, and nudge her to continue with her movement while somewhat wishing I hadn’t brought her back to the place it’s obvious she doesn’t want to be. “Why are you doing this?” I ask.
“It will sound like a lame excuse.”
“Tell me.”
Her chest dips dramatically, and she bites the inside of her cheek the way I’ve seen her sister do. “I need money to pay for grad school, but isn’t that every stripper’s excuse for taking their clothes off?”
“Actually, no. I’ve talked with many who enjoy it and are not doing it to pay for college. Are you only nervous since it’s your first time, or do you regret this already?”
She doesn’t have to say or mouth anything. The tears returning to her bluish-green eyes tell it all, and I–I feel bad for her.
This doll doesn’t deserve the shame she is allowing herself to wallow in. I knew she wasn’t where she belonged the second I discovered her in my lap, and it’s why I was shocked.
A tear drops onto her cheek and trickles downward along her flawless skin. Every speck of it is shimmering in the dim light, and I cannot recall ever noticing this many details about a stripper before.
Can Sadie even be called a stripper? Technically, she hasn’t removed an article of clothing, and I don’t want her to. Not here, anyway.
“Sadie, go home.” I say this more aggressively than I probably should have, and her eyes grow rounder.
“Do you not like how I look? Am I that terrible at this?”
Jesus Christ, this chick has no idea just how incredible she is. Grabbing her waist, I lean in closer to her.
“You’re gorgeous, Sadie, but you don’t belong here.”
She scrunches her forehead and shakes her head at me.
“I’m not a quitter.”
Glancing around, I notice the bouncer nearby is distracted, so I bring Sadie’s hands together and clutch them between us. “This moment shouldn’t have happened to begin with.”
“I have to at least finish my shift.”
Letting her go, I rub my forehead. How does she think she’s pulling that off? They’re never going to let her stay if she refuses to perform.
“Bro,” Zev says, leaning his head over toward me, “it’s time to make this party private.”
Private.
I smile at Sadie. “I have an idea. Can I pay you to be my personal dancer the rest of your shift?”
A faint smile curves from her lips, and she looks away shyly. “That’s sweet of you, but I can’t expect you to only pay attention to me. Isn’t the point of this so you can see women strip?”
“Yeah, but I have a killer imagination. I can put it to work for one night.” I grin at her, and the lightness that fills her eyes as relief washes over her makes me feel all kinds of crazy good.
I don’t know what has gotten into me, but I’m hell bent on Sadie keeping her damn clothes on and dancing on top of no other man but me.
Grasping Sadie’s fingers in mine, I begin walking toward the private room. Noah is purposely waiting behind and holds his hand out for us to go before him.
I slide my arm around Sadie’s waist and shift her more in front of me. She stumbles a bit in her spiked heels, and I shake my head. Aside from her sensational body, the girl does not belong here.
The room we enter is dimly lit with pink and purple bulbs. Long, white leather sofas are built into two walls, and there are also a couple of free-standing white chairs.
I go to one of them immediately, which will give Sadie and me the most privacy. My brain is working overtime, thinking of all possible scenarios that could potentially remove her from my care tonight. I’m not letting that happen.
Sadie
My heart is thundering in my chest as I follow Simon to a chair. He takes a seat, and wearing an infectious grin, he pats his leg with a hand.
His attractiveness and take charge attitude is intimidating. He seems experienced at this, and I’m not whatsoever. I sit on his thighs and glance around the room, watching the other strippers.
One straddles a guy and begins dancing. Another is laughing it up with a couple of them. When I glance back to Simon, he’s staring at me hard. He has a knack for this.
“What can I get you to drink?” a wa
itress asks him.
“What do you like, Sadie?”
“Uh, I don’t know.”
“Bring her a cosmo, and I want a water.”
“I’ve never had one of those.” His gaze is still drinking me in, adding to my insecurity. “So, Victoria told me you run Submission with your brothers. That’s pretty impressive.”
“Thank you. I mainly oversee one of the bars and a poker lounge.”
“Still, no small feat. And thank you for all the repairs to my car.”
Wrapping a hand around my thigh, he squeezes it.
“Funny you’re thanking me after what I did to you that night.”
Unable to handle his gorgeous smile, I look away.
“I guess you’re right, but you still fixed my car when you didn’t have to, and I know it was expensive.”
He turns my chin toward him. “You shouldn’t drive in something that unsafe. You could’ve ended up badly hurt that night it broke down.”
I’m smiling now. “You mean someone might’ve done something worse to me than kidnapping.”
“Let me make something clear. I never would’ve hurt you. Never. Someone else could’ve stopped who would have.” His eyes are wells of blackness, but the way they hold mine make his point crystal clear.
“Oddly, I believe you.” The waitress hands me my drink. “Please don’t tell Victoria about tonight. She would kill me.” I swallow a generous amount of the sweet cocktail.
“Your secret is safe with me.” His fingers brush hair off my shoulder, and I become aware of how exposed my body is. A curl wraps around his finger, and he studies it.
I take another drink and set it down next to his water.
“Why aren’t you drinking?”
“I, uh, want to ensure your innocence is preserved tonight.”
“Who said I’m innocent?”
His gaze on my curls is broken by my words. His eyes flit to mine, and a hunger surfaces. Wrapping an arm around my thighs, he pulls me toward him.
Sliding down his lap, I squeal and fall against his chest in the comfy chair. His thumb presses into the cleft of my chin, and he bores his lustful eyes at mine. “I’m kissing you.”
“You’re not supposed to here.”
“Do you want me to kiss you, Sadie?”
“Yes,” I whisper as his breath coats my lips. He wets his before they land on mine gently. His fingers around my shoulder massage my hair.
Lips faintly touch mine three times before he’s forcing my mouth open. Lord, his tongue. It caresses mine as if he knows exactly the path it would take.
College guys who have kissed me seemed clumsy or too eager, but not Simon. He’s self-assured and noticeably experienced.
I’m way out of my league, so I panic and pull away, which is typical when I’m not feeling like I’m excelling at something. He doesn’t appear concerned by my retreat as he smiles at me. “Innocent.”
“Why do you think that?”
“I had to go after your tongue, doll, and you’re trembling.”
Geez. I look away from him. He’s hot as sin, every word off his tongue seductive and smooth like honey.
“Uh, I need to use the ladies room.” I’m off of his lap in a blink of an eye and stumble a step in my heels. I regain my composure and stroll toward the door, trying to exhibit a confidence I know I’m lacking.
Chapter Twelve
Simon
If Sadie hadn’t been so damn nervous, she could’ve felt what that kiss did to me.
That mouth.
The flavor and feel of it.
I’m. Fucked.
“Who is the girl?”
I whip my head up to look at Zev. He’s standing next to me with his hands on his hips.
“I can’t get into that right now, but she needs to stay with me.”
“Needs to, huh?” He is finally smirking, and I prefer it over the scowl he was first giving.
I roll my eyes at him. “I need you to trust me on this.”
“Fine. You’re disappointing the strippers, but that means more tits in my face, so whatever.” He tilts his head toward each shoulder, popping his neck.
“I’m taking her home.”
“Fuck, bro, I thought this was my birthday celebration. We’re supposed to take some of them back to Submission to party.”
“I need to make sure she gets home safely.”
“There’s that need word again. Why don’t you just admit you plan to fuck her? She should definitely give you credit for the effort you’re making.” He scrunches his forehead and grabs his junk. “I was on my way to take a piss.”
He stumbles away. Yeah, he’s drunk already. I order another drink for Sadie and watch the door. She steps inside, and Noah yells for her.
I had a suspicion he wasn’t going to give up that easily. Straightening up his short blonde hair a stripper has mussed up, he then tries to coax Sadie over with a grin and the repeated bend of his finger.
Staring at him for a few seconds as she bites on her lip, she gives him only a smile and strides toward me.
That’s right, sweetheart. You’re all mine tonight.
Once I pull her back into my lap, I hand her a new drink. “Are you trying to get me drunk enough to strip?” she asks with a giggle before she takes a sip.
“No, I’m simply trying to get you to relax and not feel so bad for being here.”
Her hand slides behind my neck, and she plays with my hair. “Thank you. One of the other girls chewed me out in the bathroom for hogging time with you.
“I guess you’re popular here, but that other guy wanting my attention creeps me out, and I would have to strip. I don’t think I can bring myself to do it.” She looks over at Noah, who has his face in some dancer’s chest.
Sadie’s insinuating I’m a regular here. I am, but I don’t want her thinking it. I want her to believe I’m better than the man I am, but I likely blew that days ago.
***
While giggling, Sadie hands me her fourth empty glass.
“Those are delicious.” She shifts in my lap until she’s straddling me. Her hands land on my chest, and she leans over until her lips are hovering in front of mine. “Like you. You’re deliciously handsome.” Giggling again, she begins to move to the music.
Ginuwine’s “Pony” is playing through the speakers. Her eyes close and head falls backward. I can’t help but let my hands grip her hips. I help her move to the rhythm as my lips work their way up her chest and neck. I flood her ear with a growl and she shivers.
“I think that’s enough drinks for you, sweetheart. There isn’t a man in here who deserves to see you move this way. Let me drive you home.”
Her eyelids open, and she freezes. “It’s time?”
“Yep.”
“OK, I have to get my stuff from my locker.” Sadie looks around, noticing a couple of the other girls filing out of the room. “I’ll meet you outside.”
She climbs off of me and stumbles toward the doorway. I can finally go take a piss without the fear of Noah snatching her up. My cock is in pain from the hard-on she kept awakening.
Aside from my aching dick, I’ve enjoyed the night more than any I can remember in a long time, and I don’t want it to end.
Sadie
I manage to find my way to the locker room. It’s a miracle I didn’t get lost as tipsy as I am.
“I don’t know which Disney princess you think you are, but Simon will expect you to put out, so I hope you have more skills than you exhibited back there,” a voice says.
I turn from my locker and inspect the woman glaring at me. Her black hair and matching eyeliner give her a Goth appearance. Oh, and the matching dog collar on her neck.
“What is your problem?” I ask.
“You. I sometimes entertain Simon Cassano after hours, but you showed up here tonight staking claim. You better be willing to deliver because he’ll expect it.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t be back.”
“That’s not surpris
ing.”
I ignore her and throw denim shorts and a purple t-shirt on over my bikini as quickly as possible. Once my shoes are changed, I exit the locker room and stroll to the time clock.
I don’t like thinking of Simon with the skanky girl, but I can’t stop the image of the two of them from invading my thoughts.
Finding my card I clocked in with, I tear it into pieces and throw it in the trash can. I don’t want their money. Exiting into the parking lot, I come to a stop.
Some of the strippers are climbing into a stretched SUV limo with the men Simon was with. They’re carrying on loudly with the guys, and the driver motions for me to enter behind them.
“No, thank you.”
“Oh, come on, baby. I’ve been dying to see what you can do all night,” the eerie guy says to me.
“I’m taking her home,” Simon says assertively, appearing out of nowhere and slipping an arm around my waist.
“I didn’t know you were such a buzz kill, Simon. You can have her. I’ll have my hands full with this bunch.” The guy grins back at the strippers who have piled into the limo with him.
“Bro, sure you two don’t want to join us?”
“No, we’re good. Have fun.”
The driver shuts the door, and I feel bad.
“I can call a cab, so you can go with your brother. You said you were out for his birthday, and I ruined your celebration with him.”
“I see Zev every day, and you haven’t ruined anything. I’ve had a great night.” Simon holds his hand out. “Keys.”
Once I hand them over, he walks me to the car and helps me inside. I’m nervous as the Gothic girl’s words replay in my head. “You better be willing to deliver because he’ll expect it.”
“Are we going to engage in sexual intercourse?” I ask him after he’s buckled in. He chuckles as he starts my Ford Focus, but then he looks to me with a serious expression.
“No, I have no intentions of having intercourse with you tonight.”
“Do you not want to?”
“I’m sober, and you’re drunk, so it’s not happening.”
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