Climax

by Kohl, Sexxa

  Images of her bound to my bed make me smile. I want my mouth right there between her thighs. I want to be drenched in her sweet pussy juices while I torture her with pleasure. I can see her attached to my St. Andrew’s cross, panting with need and desire, begging me to let her come. My dick stretches against the denim of my jeans even more when I imagine the skin on that delectable ass of hers glowing blood red from the spanking of my crop.

  I need her.

  I want her.

  I will have her.

  The men gasp and cheer when she drops upside down on the pole. I pay close attention to the way she squeezes her firm thighs to the steel in order to catch herself before she reaches the floor. Honey returns with my drink, and picks the perfect time to sit down on my lap and grind her ass against me.

  “Already ready for me, huh.” She leans back into me, rocking her hips back and forth.

  My eyes never leave the beauty on the stage. I grip Honey’s hips and press my hardness up against her crotch. She moans loudly before leaning back against me and increasing her thrusts. She thinks she is getting me off, but in reality, I’m only using her body while I visualize the temptress on the stage. She is whom I want, not Honey.

  “LET’S HEAR IT FOR OUR BABY GIRL … R-A-V-E-N!” The announcer screams into the microphone.

  Raven.

  The name fits her perfectly. She senses someone staring at her. Confused, she looks up and glances across the room. Her eyes lock onto mine, and the breath leaves my chest. My eyes roam her body and take in every detail, scanning for anything that I might have missed before. She holds the money tightly against her, almost as if she is embarrassed.

  Why is she doing that?

  Most strippers aren’t modest, so this is mind-blowing to me. She breaks our stare and moves to step off the platform. I know she saw Honey grinding on me, but to be honest, I don’t think about that right now. I want her to look at me again. As if I have willed her to my command, she turns and shoots me another glance. This time I see hurt in her eyes. She blinks and turns to walk backstage.

  Normally, hurt is the last fucking thing I care about. I’ve sent many girls out the door the minute I see tears. Girly emotions are not my thing. I’ve been taught to respect people, but I’ve also never been allowed to feel anything. I’ve been loved, but I’ve never been in love. It’s who I am and who I will always be. For some reason, with this girl, it’s different. I don’t want to see the hurt in her eyes. The pain I wish to give her is pleasuring, not like this. I can’t understand why the hell I even care, but I do.

  I shove Honey off my lap and stand to go after Raven. Honey pulls at my arm and leans in to whisper into my ear.

  “Take me to Ultimate Climax and we can have some fun.”

  The only person I’m taking into that room is Raven, and I’m headed to get her right now.

  “No, thanks.” I throw her another fifty. She nods and smiles at me, but I just grab my coat and head to the door that leads backstage.

  A dickhead bouncer stops me at the door.

  “Sorry, no one is allowed backstage.”

  “I would like to request the girl that just left the stage. I believe her name is Raven.” I shove a bill in his hand in hopes of convincing him to be helpful.

  “Raven, huh?” His face breaks out into a wide, wicked smile. Something about the look in his eyes makes me instantly want to punch him in the face.

  What the fuck is going on with me? She is just a fucking stripper.

  “Yeah, well, our girl Raven is a tough one. She doesn’t do the floor or the room. She just dances twice a night, and that’s it. You just caught her first performance. She’ll be up in another hour or so. I’m sure some other girl will be happy to keep you occupied until then.”

  “I’m sure they can, but I would like to speak to her,” I demand through gritted teeth. This motherfucker is pissing me off. He doesn’t know what he is up against.

  “Look dude, you’ll have to wait like the rest of them in here do and try talking to her then. Our Raven draws big crowds in on the nights she works. She’s the only one of the girls here that performs twice in the same night, but if you’re thinking you’re going to get some, she don’t put out. I know I’ve tried.” He snickers and I smell the stench of his breath.

  I don’t give him the satisfaction of a response. If I do, he will be on the floor.

  I growl under my breath. I am not used to being told no or not getting my way when I want something. Walking back over to my table, I grab up my untouched whiskey. Throwing it back, I embrace the burn as it makes its way down my throat. The bouncer still has me seething with anger, so I move towards the bar and motion for another round.

  Suddenly, the bartender yells a girl’s name, bringing me out of my daze.

  “Lacey! Boss said he wants Raven up before you tonight. Go tell her for me.”

  The girl nods her head and turns to leave.

  I reach out and grab her by the arm before she can move any farther.

  “I need you to give Raven something when you go back there, please,” I say while taking a pen off the bar and writing on the back of one the club’s business cards. Jotting down a ridiculous number, I hand it to the girl and prepare to finally get my way in that back room with Raven tonight.

  I sit back, turn up the rest of my drink, and smile. She would be a fool to turn down that amount of money. No one turns down Jaxxon Ryder.

  Blaire

  I can’t explain the raging jealousy that I’m feeling right now. Honey is my friend, yet all I can think about is how she had been grinding herself against the beautiful man. The same beautiful man that I want. Guys like him come in here all the time, so why is he affecting me this way? It is obvious that he is here for one thing only, and he has found it in Honey’s crotch.

  Not wanting to face her when she comes backstage, I decide to get ready early for my next set. To get through tonight, I just need to avoid her. I am sure that I’ll get over it soon enough.

  This must just be an off night for me.

  My shiny white and silver corset laces tightly in the back shoving my tits up so high in the front that I swear they are going to pop out and smack me in the face. After securing the last fastener in the front, I change into the matching white lace thong with garter belt and white hose. Once I am done, I step into my silver stilettos and check my appearance in the long mirror on the wall. The old mirror has a huge crack down the middle from where a bouncer angrily punched it last month. The split in the glass distorts my image, and ironically, I can relate to what it represents. I am staring at two different people, Raven and Blaire. What a divided, broken life we both share.

  This angel costume is not only my pick, but also a favorite of the crowd’s, too. I need big tips tonight, so I’m pulling all stops with this one. I have a while to wait, so I decide to hold off attaching my wings until I go out on stage.

  Honey is performing, so I make my way over to my section of the long dressing room table and sit. I style my hair in a sexy upsweep and secure my long, dark locks with a silver hairpin. The guys love it when I remove the pin and shake my loose, long curls down my back. It is a guaranteed moneymaker.

  I’m freshening up my makeup when Lacey yells my name from across the room.

  “Raven! Mike says you’re dancing before me tonight!” she informs me before turning to talk to another girl coming into the room. Great! I am not ready to go back out there just yet. I close my eyes and try to calm my nerves, but then Lacey’s voice startles me.

  “Hey, I almost forgot. This guy asked me to give you this.” She hands me what looks to be one of Club Climax’s business cards. I flip it over and read what is written on the back.

  Ultimate Climax

  $5000

  Mr. R

  What the hell? This guy is seriously offering five grand just for one night with me? Is this guy crazy?

  As I toss the card back on the counter in front of me, Lacey searches my face in the mirror for a rea
ction.

  “Are you seriously going to say no to that? No girl here has even gotten an offer for half that amount. Mike sure wastes a lot of time on your ass by keeping you here. You are nothing but a cock tease!” Lacey bitterly spits out at me.

  “Here, you want it so much then you take it. I’m not interested, so go for it!” I offer the card to her and stand to get ready for my set.

  “Are you serious?” she asks me, wide eyed in shock.

  “Yep. Go for it.”

  She jerks the card out of my hand and squeals in delight, before turning back around to face me.

  “Can you tell Mike that I won’t be going on after you? Be sure to tell him that I am taking the room offer instead.”

  I nod my head and roll my eyes as she runs out the door.

  “Ten minutes, Raven, and you’re up,” the bouncer yells to me from the doorway.

  Hurriedly, I stand to go put on my wings, but they are not hanging in my wardrobe section.

  Damn it!

  I remember that I let Honey borrow my wings for one of her sets last week. She never returns anything she borrows. I hurry to her section of clothes, but the wings are not there.

  Looking up at the clock, I know I only have a few minutes before I have to take the stage. I dig in the pile of clothes that she has shoved in the back. SHIT! Honey is one of the messiest girls back here, and I should have known better than to lend her the wings in the first place. I spot the white, furry fabric of a wing and snatch it up, silently praying that the other wing isn’t broken. Thankfully, it is only a little scuffed, so I hurry and slide my arms through the laces. Running down the hall, I barely make it to the platform in time for my introduction.

  “And here is our beautiful angel who is here to save us all. Let’s give up for R-A-V-E-N!”

  The lights drop and I take my place on stage in complete darkness as Massive Attack’s “Angel” begins hauntingly playing in the room. Slowly, a soft light illuminates around me as I slide my back down the pole. Swaying my hips back and forth, I face away from the crowd and slowly bend forward to expose my ass to them. Turning, I walk to the center of the stage like I usually do for my angel performance. This time, I am drawn to the table where Beautiful Man sat earlier tonight. It’s so dark that I can’t make out if he is sitting there or if it is someone else. Either way, my eyes are locked in that direction.

  The slow music builds, but instead of performing the rest of this number on the pole, I find myself slowly and seductively stripping for the table in front of me. Normally, I am working the stage and giving the men my attention, but for some reason tonight, I dance only for him, Beautiful Man, and hope he is still watching me.

  Unclasping my corset, I drop it to the ground and sink to my knees. The music pumps the bass again as I reach and unclasp my hairpin, allowing my long, black waves to spill down my back. Spreading my legs for him, I do the unthinkable. I run my hand down into my panties and then arch my back to the pleasure it suddenly brings me. Green bills fly in the air around me, but I only think about the one man I want to see this. Bringing my wet fingers to my mouth, I suck on them and hear the crowd scream in delight. When the music finishes and the lights fade to dark, I sit there, shocked at what I’ve just done.

  What the fuck is wrong with me? Am I totally losing it?

  Grabbing the money and shoving it in my bag, I step off stage and slip into the silk robe that is waiting for me. Behind me, I hear the guys still whistling. I hurriedly make my way backstage where I am met by an extremely angry Lacey.

  She pushes past me and nearly knocks me on my ass.

  “Get out of my way!” She screams at the other girls in the room while she makes her way to her dressing closet.

  She storms back over to where I am and throws the card in my face.

  “He told me he wasn’t interested in me. Can you believe that shit? It seems he only wants you in that room. What a fucking waste you are to this place! How can you be okay with taking your clothes off, but not all right with working the floor like we do? Do you think that makes you any better than the any of us? I got news for you, bitch. You are just as dirty and slutty as we are.”

  Her words sting, but they are half-true. I am dirty, but I’m not a bitch. We all have our reasons for being here. Drug addiction, sexual pleasure, supporting a kid, and saving for my mom’s surgery. Whatever reason, we are all here doing this to make a dollar. It isn’t about what we do to make the dollar, but how we choose to spend that dollar that makes us different.

  Shoving my bag full of my stuff, I quickly throw on a hoodie and a pair of sweat pants. Funny, I had been almost entirely naked a few moments ago, and now, virtually every inch of skin is covered. I grab my keys and head out of the back hallway. I need to tell Mike that I’m leaving early, so I knock on his door and hear a muffled moan.

  Great! I guess he’s in there banging another chick.

  Refusing to let it get to me, I shove the door open as I speak, “Mike, I’m leav–,” but my mouth drops at the sight in front of me. Honey is on her knees with her lips locked tightly around Beautiful Man’s cock as he fists her hair in his hands. Leaning back against Mike’s desk, his head is thrown back with his eyes closed. The pleasure on his face is undeniable. Suddenly, his dark eyes open and lock onto mine. Immediately, his face drops.

  I stumble back against the wall, catching myself before I fall on my face. Bolting out of the room, I run down the hall and make my way out of the back exit door. As I make a mad dash for my car, tears sting my eyes. Fumbling my keys, I somehow manage to unlock the door and toss my bag in the back. Angrily, I hit the steering wheel of my old, blue Camry before collapsing my head onto my arms and crying.

  I feel myself being drawn to look up, and when I raise my head, he is standing there in the parking lot staring back at me. I start my car and barrel out of the space, screeching my tires as I speed onto the highway. I don’t know what the hell is going on with me tonight, but I have to get out of here and fast. I’m just relieved I don’t have to be back at the club until next week. Right now, I just need to go home, check on my momma, and crawl into bed. But more than anything, I just need to be Blaire.

  Jaxxon

  I sit over at the bar and turn up my fourth drink while closely watching the backstage door for Raven to emerge. When the door finally opens, I spot Lacey, the girl I’d sent in earlier, coming my way with the card in her hand and a huge smile on her face.

  “Hey there, so um … Raven says that she is not feeling up to this tonight.” She hands me back the card. None of what she is saying makes any sense at all. I mean, how can any stripper not be interested in that kind of money? I know for a fact that my offer is at least ten times what anyone else pays for using that room.

  “If you are looking for a wild time in Ultimate Climax, I assure you that I am the girl to choose,” she purrs seductively while tracing her fingers down my arm.

  Pulling my arm back, I give her a forced grin before answering.

  “I am only interested in Raven.”

  Her face fills with anger, and she narrows her eyebrows at me.

  “Just so you know, Raven never goes into that room with anyone. So you’ll be beating a dead horse if it’s her that you want,” she snarls before storming off.

  Wow, what a bitch!

  Suddenly, the announcer begins to introduce the next act. When I hear her name, my heart begins racing and my dick begins throbbing. Looking around the room, I notice how packed the place has gotten in the last hour. I glance over at the table that I sat at earlier and notice that it is now occupied. I opt to move to the far back of the room to watch her perform.

  Seductive music begins playing, and even though the stage remains pitch dark, I can make out her silhouette as she moves closer to the pole. Suddenly, a bright spotlight glows on the angelic creature on stage, knocking the mere breath from my chest.

  She is so unbelievably gorgeous!

  Whistles and vulgar comments fill the air as she slides
her back down the metal pole before bending over to display her ass. Slowly, she turns and moves to the center of the stage, swaying her delicious hips as she moves.

  FUCK ME! That outfit is killing me.

  Her eyes become fixated on the place where I had been sitting earlier tonight. Immediately, I begin hoping that she is looking for me. I know she can’t see anyone out here in the crowd because the lights on stage are much too bright.

  With one hand, she pulls on the front of her corset, freeing her heavy, full breasts. Scanning her gorgeous body, I drink every part of her sinful perfection in with my eyes. Suddenly, she drops to her knees and rocks her hips to the music, grinding down harder on the surface of the floor. Sitting back up, she raises her hand to her hair and releases a clasp of some sort, allowing her shiny long black waves to cascade down her back. As she arches her back again, her hands slide down in between her legs, making my cock press even harder against my zipper.

  Holding my breath, I watch her hand as it slowly disappears into the front of her panties. With her legs spread wider for the crowd, she presses upwards on her hips to roll them to the beat of the music. Raven then raises her head to look again at the table in front of her. Inching her hand out, she eases her fingers up to her mouth. Mesmerized, I watch as her red lips seal around them and her jaw muscles draw in to suck. Instantly, I feel as if I am about to blow a load in my jeans.

  The men go nuts at her antics and move toward the platform. This causes a frenzy amongst the bouncers, who push them away from the stage. Money flies from every direction around her. All I want to do is charge the stage and take her right there. I don’t give a flying fuck who watches, I just want her. The desire, the need to have her is almost unbearable.

  Finally, the song ends and the lights dim again. When she leaves the stage, I find myself angry and horny as fuck.

  Who does she think she is turning me down? Better yet, how dare she tease me with that dance!

  Closing my eyes, all I can think about is Raven pleasuring herself in front of me.