by Cynthia Hart
Chapter 8
Derek was hoping he would get out of the house the next morning without waking Michelle up, but she was already dressed when he got out of bed.
“Who was the woman who called last night?” She asked the second she saw him get up.
“How am I supposed to know?” He asked, knowing exactly who it was, he didn’t keep his promise to Sheila, and she was acting out.
“She said she was looking for Adam. We don’t know an Adam.” Michelle’s tone was accusing him.
“Exactly, so stop thinking about it. Don’t give it a second thought. I’m going to be late tonight. After work today I’m going to the strip club just to see how it’s coming along.” Derek reminded her.
“I had so much fun last night, it was good to have you home with me. Why do you have to work so many damn hours.” She groaned, shaking her head at him when he finally looked at her.
“I don’t want you to keep working, I want to show you that you don’t have to work.” He walked over to her and kissed her on the forehead.
“I want to work, there’s a difference. All I do is sit here and wait for you to come home and then sometimes you don’t even come home.” She muttered, leaning against him.
“I promise soon I will take a vacation, and we can go on a second honeymoon. We’ve always talked about that, and I think it’s time to do it.” He smiled, seeing the gleam of happiness in her eyes that he rarely saw anymore.
He let her go and hurried out of the bedroom. He didn’t even have time to have breakfast. He had to talk to Sheila about what she had done the night before.
Rushing to the office he spotted Sheila, pulling over he stopped the car and without having to tell her she got into the car.
“What the hell do you think you were doing last night?” He asked, glaring at her. He felt the anger rising in his chest.
“You stood me up last night, what else was I supposed to do?” She shot back at him.
“Not call my house, my wife picked up last night. You have to be out of your mind.” He kept his voice calm, he didn’t want to holler at her. He didn’t want to lose her, but he couldn’t have her running to Michelle when she didn’t get her way either.
Getting out his business phone he called the office and was glad that Peggy was there already. She had picked up on the first ring.
“I’m not going to be in today. I have a few things I have to do if Michelle calls tell her I’m in meetings all day. I’m going out to do something for her.” He lied through his teeth.
Peggy smiled, glad that the two of them were getting on the right track again. She could see the stress that work was giving him.
“Great, I will do just that if she calls,” Peggy replied, hanging up the phone and getting back to work.
“Really?” Sheila groaned as he drove passed the office building and headed out of town as fast as he could.
“I can’t very well tell the truth now can I?” He asked her, not bothering to look at her.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry for doing it. I don’t want to get you into trouble, but you really hurt me last night. You stood me up, you didn’t call, and when I did call the house, you were sleeping. I know that groggy voice you have when you first wake up.” She pointed out to him, there was no way he could lie about it.
“I’m sorry, I lost track of time, and I couldn’t get away to call you, if I could’ve I would’ve, and you know hat.” He told her gently.
“Where are we going?” She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. She wasn’t going to give in, not this time. He was going to have to do a lot of ass kissing if he thought he was going to get a chance to fuck her again.
“We are going to have you try on some new outfits tonight, I want you looking your best your first night working the pole.” He winked at her.
“Not like you’re going to be there to see me.” She whined at him, not caring about her second job.
“That’s where you’re wrong. I already told her I was going to be home late tonight. I told her I had to make sure that the strip club did great tonight on the opening night. I would be a fool not to stay and see my sexy assistant strip.” He whispered, reaching over and squeezing her leg.
Sheila was wearing a short sundress that morning, a pink one and she wasn’t wearing any panties underneath it. She felt his hand slid further up her dress and as hard as she tried to keep her legs tightly closed he still found a way to get in, teasing the top of her pussy and wedging his fingers between her pussy lips.
“I bet she wants some attention today huh?” He asked, feeling Sheila spread her legs for him so he could feel the wetness he was creating.
“Yes.” She whimpered softly, chewing on her bottom lip.
“Okay then, you let me take care of that beautiful pussy.” He grunted, sliding a finger inside of her and finger fucking her while driving with one hand, keeping his eyes on the road.
“You treat me like I’m second best.” She whined at him, relaxing against the seat.
“Baby I don’t mean to, I promise we will be together soon. Just be patient honey.” He whispered, wiggling his finger inside of her before taking it out and sucking on it.
“You’re crazy.” She finally laughed at him, shaking her head back and forth.
“That’s the laugh that I’ve missed. That’s the laughter I want all the time.” He pointed the finger at her and pulled into the strip club.
Derek brought her in through the back door and showed her to her dressing room. When she saw what it looked like she gasped, covering her mouth.
Wall to wall there were leather chairs and leather couches. She could sit wherever she wanted to and look at herself in every angle, hanging from every wall was a full body mirror each one connected to the other, and in the corner of the room, she had her own mini bar.
“Do you like it?” He asked, shutting the door tightly and grabbing her tightly around the waist, grinding his hard cock against her ass.
“I love it, it’s so beautiful.” She moaned, moving her ass up and down his cock that was still in his pants.
“You want to fuck right here? You want me to fuck your ass? That’s something we haven’t done yet.” He moaned to her, sliding the back of her dress up.
“Yes.” Sheila nodded her head, wanting him more and more as he talked in a demanding voice.
Derek pulled his pants down to his ankles and slid his hands up her dress, reaching for her tits as she bent over for him.
“I’ve missed you, Derek.” Sheila moaned as she felt the head of his cock pegging against her ass.
“I’ve missed you so much baby, you don’t even know. Every time I roll over and reach for you, you're never there. I can’t wait to have that day I can just fuck you in our bed.” He kissed her back as he slammed into her ass.
Sheila moaned for him, feeling her heart beg for him as she brought her hands between her legs and began sliding a finger between her pussy lips, wanting to please herself while she pleased him.
There was a knock on the door as Sheila moaned loudly, making Derek cover her mouth roughly from behind.
“What?” He asked as he continued fucking her.
“I just need to drop some clothing off.” A man’s voice came from the other side of the door.
“Just leave them out there, I will get them.” He stated, trying to remain calm.
He heard whoever it was walking away from the door, and he uncovered Sheila’s mouth.
“I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to be so rough.” He grunted, thrusting into her repeatedly.
“It was a turn on actually, keep fucking me,” Sheila begged him, glad he didn’t stop just because someone was at the door.
“Good God!” He moaned sharply as he slammed into her again and came hard inside her ass. Sheila didn’t even get a chance to get herself off.
When he turned her around and saw the disappointment on her face, he knew that she wasn’t satisfied.
“Lay on the couch baby, come on.” He
took her hand tightly in his and pushed her down on the leather couch.
He spread her legs wide and shoved his head between her legs, he licked and lapped quickly, wanting to drink down her pussy juice. Having to have it before he left.
“Fuck, oh god! Lick my fucking pussy!” She shouted at him, bringing a hand to the back of his head and grinding her pussy against his mouth.
Derek reached up with his arm and grabbed her by her throat, squeezing gently at first and applying pressure the more she moaned for him. Within seconds he had her squirting in his mouth, the faster he sucked down her sweet juices, the faster she filled his mouth. He sucked her pussy dry and continued licking her even when she was squirming underneath him.
“Fuck, your pussy tastes so good.” He grunted, licking his lips as he brought his head up from between her legs.
“Your tongue is so amazing, I want to feel your tongue again.” Sheila gasped, feeling her legs shaking. It was the best orgasm yet with him, and she wanted more of it.
“After the show tonight we can meet back here.” He winked at her, getting up and helping her off the couch.
“That’s right I have outfits to try on for work tonight.” She giggled, watching him go to the door and unlock it.
A few seconds later he opened the door and grabbed the outfits she was supposed to wear for the night. One was a leather top and a matching mini skirt.
“This is the one you’re supposed to wear with no panties on underneath. You’re going to look hot to all the men out there.” He grinned at her as she took it from him and tried it on.
“The only one I want to look good for out there is you, just you.” She whispered to him, hoping that he wasn’t going to get upset after he asked her to dance the pole for him.
“I know you do baby, but I also know that you want more money. Money that you earn, I want to give you that.” He nodded his head, looking at her.
He knew that the guys were going to love her, knew that they’d be drooling over her and he hoped that she could see her worth through their eyes.
“As long as you know that I only have eyes for you sweetie that’s all that matters.” She kissed him hard on the mouth.
They were going to go for a second round when someone banged on the door, jumping them away from each other.
“Mr. Marr we need you out here to look at the stage.” A deep male’s voice called through the door.
“Be right there.” He replied quickly and kissed Sheila again before leaving the room to see how the stage was coming along.
Chapter 9
That night Sheila was the last one to take the stage, she wore different outfits but Derek had been right, she was adored by the men when she came out in leather, they were throwing money at her left and right as she began grinding against the pole. When she took her top off and began bringing the pole between her tits and swinging around it, they were throwing out fifty dollar bills to her, showing her how much they loved her performance, how much they loved her body.
Derek had kept his promise and was standing in the front row throwing money at her as well. She beamed with happiness from all the men that were drooling over her. Drunk men were putting hundred dollar bills in between her pussy lips when she lifted her leather skirt and spread her legs for them. Riding the pole between her legs, she began grinding grinning and winking at men who were climbing onto the stage. They had to be pulled away from the bouncers because they were getting too close to her.
Derek wanted her to have a good time, but he also wanted to make sure she was safe. However, he kept his distance like he had been at the office and Sheila knew it was time to put her plan into action. If he really loved her, she would see the jealousy in his eyes when he found out that there was another man interested in her.
Two weeks Derek hadn’t heard from her, he hadn’t gone looking for her either, but he knew it was odd that she wasn’t upset with him. That she didn’t holler at him when it was just the two of them working together.
“Why have you changed how you’re dressed? You’re wearing slacks and nice shirts instead of the dresses I like.” He whined one day at work.
“Derek, I have to tell you that the strip club is doing great. There’s this one customer who really likes me. He comes by every night just to see me, he doesn’t care about the other girls. He takes me home at night time and sees me to the door.” She explained to him, grinning from ear to ear.
Sheila could see that it bothered Derek, but there wasn’t much he could say about it. He was a married man, and he could see that Sheila knew he had been stringing her along.
“Oh yeah? So now you’re seeing different men? I thought I was important to you? I risked everything for you.” He glared at her, feeling left out in the cold by her.
“We’re just friends really, but he makes me feel wanted.” She pointed out to him, leaning back in her office chair waiting for him to say something to her about it.
Derek opened his mouth and quickly closed it, turning his back quickly he went to his office, and for the first time since she had worked for him, he slammed the door that joined their rooms together. She felt a bigger smile come across her face knowing that he was jealous, knowing that he cared about her enough to get mad about another man showing her attention.
Sheila made it a point when she clocked out she didn’t turn back to say good night to Derek like she usually did and for the first time, Peggy told her to have a good night and actually meant it before she left the building.
Peggy had seen how she was changing, she had seen the man that picked her up at night time instead of her hanging around and waiting for a ride or just waiting to bump into Derek. She didn’t know if there was anything between them, but if there had been it was over now, she was sure of it.
As Sheila was getting ready for her nightly pole dance, there was a knock on the door. She went to the door and opened it. She was surprised to see Derek standing on the other side of it.
“Who’s the man who comes to see you?” Derek glared at her, wanting to know who he was and wanting to see if the man looked better than he did.
Sheila laughed and shook her head, she couldn’t believe that he was tripping over himself just to find out who the mystery man was that wanted her so badly.
She was dressed in her robe, her outfit underneath. She took him by the hand and led him towards the stage.
“He’s over there at the bar right now, he only drinks water knowing he’s taking me home after the show,” Sheila stated, letting go of his hand and heading back to her dressing room.
Derek looked at the man, he was a little taller than Derek with brown hair, and he could see that he was a likable guy. The women he had hired as strippers were talking to him and flocking all over him, he didn’t seem interested in them as he talked to the bartender.
Derek quickly went to the floor and made his way to the man, he sat down beside him on the bar stool and started talking to him as he asked the bartender for a beer.
“What’s your name?” Derek asked.
“Andrew.” He stated, extending his hand that Derek didn’t take.
“You really like one of my dancers huh? Sheila?” He asked, nodding his head at him.
“She’s great, she’s really nice and makes me laugh.” Andrew knew there was something the matter with Derek, he wasn’t sure but he thought that Derek sounded jealous.
“Yeah, she is.” He agreed, reaching into his back pocket and taking out money. He handed it out to Andrew.
“What the hell is this for?” Andrew glared at him, he didn’t look at the money, but he knew it was a lot as he took it and slipped it into his back pocket.
“I want you to ask her out, I want you to make time for her. Act like you’re in a relationship without her knowing about the money.” Derek explained to him.
“Whatever man, I don’t know who you are and I don’t think taking the money was a good idea. I think she would agree with me.” Andrew muttered, giving him the cold shoulder.
“Take this too and shut your mouth, you never saw me.” Derek shoved another roll of money in Andrew’s shirt pocket before leaving the barstool and leaving the club.
Derek couldn’t hang around and watch another man show Sheila attention, but he had to let her go. He knew that he wasn’t going to leave Michelle for her, he knew there was no way he was going to be able to make Sheila truly happy, but he didn’t like the idea of leaving her with another man.
Andrew waited for Shelia that night, and as always brought her home, so he knew that she was safe and sound.
“What are you doing tomorrow night?” Andrew asked, putting his hand on top of hers.
“Nothing, I don’t have to work the club thank God. Having two jobs is killing my feet.” She complained as she stifled a yawn.
“Then quit one of them.” Andrew shrugged, it wasn’t that hard to choose which one.
“I will think about it.” She smiled at him and kissed him lightly on the cheek.
“Do you want to go out to dinner tomorrow night?” Andrew asked her quickly before he lost his nerve.
“That would be great, I thought you’d never ask me out on a date.” She laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“You pick the place and call me on your lunch break. We’re going to have a great night.” He kissed her quickly on the lips.
“See you tomorrow night.” She winked at him, getting out of the car herself this time and heading up the walkway to the house.
Sheila waved at him once she was in the house and she watched him drive away until she couldn’t see his taillights anymore.
Things were coming along just like she had planned. She wanted Derek to be jealous and when she saw that he had left the club before her act came on it was a sure sign that he wanted her, that he was going to crack and she was going to win.
Sheila was dropping off some papers to Derek the following day and heard him and Peggy talking outside the office door.
“So where are you taking Michelle for her Anniversary?” Peggy asked.