Dare to Dream

by C. J. Welles

  "Any preferences tonight?" I ask.

  "No darling, just you," he answers as I slowly undo his shirt buttons.

  Once I've removed all his clothes, he goes to the bathroom to clean. I grab a vodka shot from the mini bar and tip it back before slipping my dress off and leaving my pumps and lingerie on.

  A few moments later he returns with a towel wrapped around his waist. He’s not too bad looking for a guy his age. I don’t see why he can’t find anyone who wants to be with him, instead of paying me. Maybe it’s just a preference for him. Most guys I know are too busy for a relationship but enjoy the pleasure I can offer. I don’t get them sometimes. But oh well, it’s their lives, not mine. Their money does pay my bills after all.

  I walk towards the bed and lower to the edge. He stands in front of me, and I pull the towel away. He's already hard. This is good. Half the time they need you to get them turned on which can take a while.

  Grabbing a condom off the bed, where I threw them, I slide it onto his cock until it's fully sheathed. Then leaning forward, I open my mouth and slide his cock inside before closing my lips around it and sucking.

  Five hours later, we've had two rounds of sex. I gave him two head jobs, and he came so hard the first time, that I'd generally think this was his first time, but I can tell he's a regular with this type of thing. He knows the rules without being told.

  He rises from the bed after the last time and showers before getting dressed. He doesn't stay. Not many clients do. Most of them have a wife to head home too, or a multi-billion-dollar company to run. He does leave a key card and a note offering the same thing, same time next week.

  The next morning, I wake up six hundred dollars richer.

  Anyone would be disgusted with what I do, but it's my life.

  ∞∞∞

  Chapter 3

  Jace

  "YOU’VE GOT TO be kidding me, Bryson,” I groan. “I'm not going to some stripper club." He's got rocks in his head if he thinks Ethan will like this. He’ll take one look at the place and turn back around and leave.

  "It's Ethan's bachelor night, and you have to go."

  Bryson Miller and Ethan Lewis are both my closest friends. We’ve known each other for our entire lives. I even used to think Ethan was my older brother when I was younger. Ethan is ten months older than me, and Bryson is eight months younger than me. I swear our mothers planned it, but they always deny it.

  "You think Ethan will like this? Nicole will rip his balls out if she knows he's there watching naked girls dance, and he will then rip your balls out and feed them to you." Even though we’re both his groomsmen, along with two other of Ethan’s friends, we all decided Bryson would be the one to organize the bachelor night.

  I’m getting the feeling I might be regretting that decision now.

  "It was her idea.”

  I'm sure my jaw hits the floor. Once I've picked it up I manage to laugh, Bryson looks at me with his head cocked.

  "You’re telling me Miss Prim and Proper, gave the okay for her fiancé to have some random chick grind her ass all over him?"

  He looks at me like I’m the stupid one. "Well yeah. Do you think I'm that dumb not to get the okay? Anyway, she can't talk, they have a private stripper organized for the bachelorette night."

  “How do you know?” I ask. None of us like Nicole and very rarely talk to her unless we’re doing it for Ethan’s sake.

  “Makayla told Ryan. She’s only going along to keep the peace for Ethan,” he answers and shrugs.

  I think I prefer to go there. Kayla hates Nicole. I could see her knocking Nicole out if she does anything. For how little Kayla is, she can rip shreds off anyone.

  "I don't care. I'm still not going."

  "What're ya worried about? You've seen plenty of tits before. Man, you had girls all through college strip off for you, if only to get five seconds attention from the quarterback."

  "Yeah, and college ended five years ago."

  "Stop whining and hurry the hell up. We need to be at Ethan's parents in ten minutes." I groan loudly, which gets a laugh from Bryson, then I follow him out to the car.

  God knows why Bryson couldn't just throw a field party or go drinkin’ at the local bar. We live an hour south of Dallas, where our families each own a ranch. Field parties and local bars is what we do, not going to stripper clubs.

  On the drive up to Dallas, Bryson and Ethan talk about family crap. Their fathers are brothers, which makes Ethan and Bryson cousins.

  Bryson fills us in on the latest news with his bull riding. Even though we all grew up together, we chose jobs that are entirely different.

  Bryson is a professional bull rider, Ethan is an attorney, and I play for the Dallas Cowboys. Last season though, I only got to play four games until I injured my shoulder. I had to take the rest of the season off but am playing again next season.

  I’ve loved working with dad on the ranch, but I can’t wait to get back on the field. Football is my life. It's what I do best.

  *

  Callie

  IT’S A FRIDAY night, and the club is busy. We’ve had a bachelor party in for the past two hours, and another one is just arriving. You would think that Nigel would shut the place down, he knew we would make enough profit from both parties. But no, he's too much of a greedy bastard and runs us girls ragged instead.

  I’ve already done two on stage sets earlier and four lap dances that I received generous tips for. I have one on stage left to do in an hour, and God knows how many lap dances. Maybe if I dance like crap no one will want me.

  I head to the dressing room and slip my gown off before pulling on a pair of daisy duke shorts and a sleeveless red and white snap shirt. My lingerie is a matching ruby red thong and a push-up bra. The bar makes the girls look more prominent, which is what I need, so I don't look flat chested. On the thong, there are diamond studs on each hip bone to add a little bling. I’ve left my shirt undone, and I tie the ends together at my belly button. I grab a black cowgirl Stetson off the rung of hats and check it suits. Once I’m happy with my outfit, I start with my makeup.

  I put dark makeup around my eyes and ruby red lipstick to match my bra and thong. Curling my long blond locks of hair, I leave them out, so they hang down to my waist, and it looks sexy. Lastly, I slip on a pair of cowgirl boots before I walk out.

  Krystal would have just come off stage twenty minutes ago, so I head towards her room on my way out front. Swinging the door open I gasp then slam it shut again.

  Some guy, naked from the waist up and with his jeans around his ankles, has Krystal pinned to the wall with her legs wrapped around his waist as he fucks her.

  What the hell.

  I can't believe Krystal would do that here. If Nigel catches her, he will fire her little white ass. I know it's tiny and white because she struts around the apartment half-naked.

  Shaking the image from my head of them having sex, I head out to the side of the stage. Jeez, I've had plenty of sex and am no prude, but I'm not a fan of watching others have sex. That's why I never have three-ways.

  Downing two shots of vodka, I wait five minutes until I'm up. Walking out, I see the three corner couches to the side are entirely packed. I must be the bachelor party. There are roughly twenty hot guys there.

  And by God, I mean smokin’ hot.

  Jason Aldean’s Burnin’ It Down begins, and I start to sway my hips to the music in a seductive way. I remove my shirt as I step down off the stage and head to the bachelor party. I tease them as I go, by unclasping my daisy dukes. Bending down, I shake my ass in front of the first guy I come across. He puts his hands on my butt cheeks, and I snap up and spin around.

  I'm not letting anyone get me kicked out tonight.

  Leaning forward, I shake my tits in front of another guy. He is a hottie with blonde hair, and he’s wearing a tight black top and jeans with fancy cowboy boots. I grab my hat and place it on his head. He slides a bunch of dollar bills in my bra.

  Oh yeah, I'm paying at
tention to him.

  Turning my back to the guys, I slowly shake my hips and lower my shorts. They catcall and wolf-whistle once I have them off. I spend the next two songs doing lap dances for the party while the next girls go up on stage.

  Before I walk backstage, I slide a card into the blonde-haired hottie’s hand.

  Once backstage I head for my change room. I'm nearly in there when I see Krystal's door open, and a guy walks out. He's the same one from before. I hide just inside my door, and once he walks around the corner, I race to her door and fling it open.

  "Oh, my fucking God," I squeal. "I can't believe you were having sex in here. What if someone else walked in, not me? Your ass would have been fired."

  “It was a once off thing. I haven't done it before. He was hot as hell and totally wanted me.” She rolls her eyes. “And Pah-lease I know what you do and what you’re up to all those nights you’re out with friends," she says, and mimics my voice when she says it.

  "What do I do?" I ask. I know I'm grasping at straws here.

  "The men you go out with. You've been doing it for ages now. It's obvious as all hell, Summer." My jaw drops open. Is she stalking me? "I've seen the cards you have. I found some in your purse when I borrowed something one day."

  Shit, I didn't think of that. We always use each other's stuff. "Well I need to pay the bills somehow, God, you know we don't make that much here."

  "Honey, we can get a cheaper apartment. I don't want you feeling like you have to do that to get by,” she says as a look slides onto her face.

  Right there on her face is a look of pity.

  My mood turns to anger. This is my life. Having sex with men means nothing to me. When you lose your virginity while being raped by a man nearly triple your age, you lose a part of yourself. What I do now is nothing compared to that. It's my choice. I had no choice back then.

  "Do not pity me, Krystal," I grind out. She goes to speak, but I cut her off. "You know nothing about my life before we met. What I do now has nothing on what I've been through in the past. We are not moving. I love where we are now. You just worry about you, and I will worry me." I spin on my heels and stomp to the door. I am so pissed off. If I stay here, I will say something I will regret.

  Just as I get to the door, she speaks, “I was there for you. I know what you went through,” she says. But she doesn’t know. She only knows a small part of it.

  “No. You only know one thing about it, and you don’t know why it happened.” I get just outside the door and look over my shoulder at her. She looks pained, but I’m too annoyed to care. "Oh, and do not feel sorry for me. I see the pity written all over your face, and I fucking hate pity.”

  I slam the door shut before I stomp back to my change room and get dressed.

  Twenty minutes later, I’m walking out of Platinum Girls when a hand lands on my shoulder. I turn to see the blonde guy from earlier.

  "Hey darlin’, you got any plans for the night?"

  Not really. Just heading home where Krystal will either give me an ear flogging, for my attitude earlier, or she will ignore me because she doesn't know how to talk to me now.

  After a brief moment, I shake my head. "I didn't, but I do now." I give him a seductive smile.

  He smiles brightly "Well, follow me, sweetheart." He grabs my hand, and we stroll down the street.

  We walk for fifteen minutes before we stop in front of an expensive looking hotel. "Let's go have a drink in the bar," he offers, and I follow.

  I order a Long Island Iced Tea and Bry -I found out his name on the way here- orders a Heineken. We spend the next hour talking, and at midnight we head to his room when we get kicked out of the bar. His room is on the second top level. He said him and a few of his friends booked rooms for the night because they live out of town.

  Bry heads to the bar, opens a Corona and offers me a drink. I decline as I'm well past tipsy. I’m nearly drunk. I take a seat on the couch as my feet are killing me and I'm struggling to stand steady, from too much to drink.

  Bry walks over and stands in front of me before lowering to his knees. He grabs my face with both hands and kisses me hard. I ease back into the couch as he leans into me. Tonight doesn't feel like it does with other clients. I enjoyed talking downstairs with him. And it scares me.

  Our lips break contact as he pulls my top over my head, then reaches around to flick my bra undone, with plenty of skill. He pulls the cups away from my tits and then leans down and latches his lips around one of my nipples. I moan with pleasure. I hardly ever orgasm. Usually, it’s my job to please the man.

  He proceeds to bring me to orgasm twice, which is a first, from fingering me and sucking my nipples, before undressing and rolling on a condom. Sitting down on the couch, he pulls me over, so I am straddling him. He lines his cock up with my pussy, and I slam down onto him, crying out as he groans.

  I raise and lower myself up and down on his cock as he pumps his hips up to meet mine. Moments later, I am coming again and calling out his name. I've never enjoyed sex like this before. Usually, it's just a job. Well, this is a job, but I'm enjoying it.

  He leans forward and sucks my nipple again and thrusts up hard and fast. I can feel him starting to shake, and I know he's trying to hold off from coming. I’ve already had three orgasms. He won’t be getting any more out of me.

  I pull up, so his cock slips from me then remove the condom before sliding his cock into my mouth, and I suck hard. I move my mouth up and down, as I pump my fist up and down the base of his cock. Only moments later I feel the first shot of liquid hit the back of my throat, and I swallow it all before releasing him with a pop.

  I've never done that before. I’ve had way too much to drink tonight. I stand up and look at Bry sitting on the couch panting and looking dazed. Yep, I’m good at what I do.

  I grab my clothes and head for the shower, leaving Bry on the couch spent. I need a moment to get my head together. It must be the alcohol, I've never been drunk like this before. But Bry didn't treat me like a slut. He was happy to spend time with me first. He made sure my needs were met as well.

  I wish we had met differently. We could have been good friends, I think.

  For the first time in my life, I have feelings of longing. Longing to have male friends who want to have me as a friend, for who I am, not for what I can do for them.

  I take a hot shower and wash away all the ridiculous thoughts I have going on. This is my life. I will never be anything more than a random fuck for men.

  ∞∞∞

  Chapter 4

  Callie

  “DON’T, PLEASE DON’T do it. You’re hurting me,” I cry out as he shoves his fingers inside me.

  “Shut up and take it,” he growls as he pins me down harder. “You’re a little slut, and I know you love it.”

  “I don’t… I don’t want you to…” I sob. I hate him. I hate it when he comes in here. I wish he would leave me alone.

  I just want it to end.

  “Please don’t,” I beg.

  He doesn’t say anything as he shoves his pants down until his penis is out. I can feel the movements of him jerking it, and it makes me want to vomit.

  “Watch me,” he growls. I shake my head and keep my eyes shut. “Open your eyes and watch me,” he demands. I don’t, it’s disgusting. He always makes me watch him come. “If you don’t look I will shove it inside your tight pussy and make you scream. Is that what you want?” he says in a deadly tone.

  Oh, God please no. “N-n-no,” I stammer out and slowly open my eyes.

  “Good girl.” I don’t look at his penis. I can’t. I look at my belly and wait for it to end.

  I hear him groaning, then see his release hit my stomach. I can feel the bile rising in my mouth, but I don’t vomit. I know it only makes him mad.

  He doesn’t say anything as he pulls his jeans up and leaves my room. A soon as he shut's my door I run to the bathroom and vomit.

  I wake up with a splitting headache and my body covered in
sweat. Every morning I wake to the same nightmares. Just for one night, I want to have a peaceful sleep.

  I start to panic when I realize I’m not in my bed and there’s a body in the bed next to me. I roll over and sigh with relief when I see Bry. He stirs when I reach and grab my cell from the nightstand. It’s only early still.

  I jump up and try to dress quietly. God, usually it’s the guy who is sneaking out in the morning if they do stay. But I don’t want any awkwardness this morning.

  Bry rolls over just after I’m dressed and sneaking to the door. “Where are you goin’?” he asks sleepily.

  “Ahh, home?” It sounds more like a question, but I wasn’t expecting him to wake up.

  I take a step towards the door but freeze when he speaks, “Why don’t you come back here later? I’d love to spend another night with you.”

  I want to yell yes. It’s so very tempting. It’s right on the tip of my tongue. But I can’t. People get attached too easily. I can’t get connected to him, and I can’t have him wanting more from me. He is a nice guy. I hesitate but finally reply with, “No. I can’t.”

  He doesn’t reply to my answer. Just gets up and walks to the bathroom and calls out “Money’s in the wallet on the table.”

  That hurts. It really fricken hurts. But what else should I expect?

  I look at his wallet but turn and head for the door. “I had fun last night, but I just can’t come back,” I say as I open the door. I don't hear his reply before I quickly close the door.

  I couldn’t take his money. Last night didn’t feel like a job. No way do I like him in any way more than you would want a friend. But it just doesn’t feel right to take his money.

  Twenty minutes later, I’m strolling into our apartment. I don’t see Krystal, so I’m guessing she’s still in bed. Good. I don’t really want to be having difficult conversations this early anyway.