Dallas

by Shelley Springfield

  SHELLEY SPRINGFIELD

  Copyright © 2019 Shelley Springfield

  Published 2019

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  Table of Contents

  Dedication

  Introduction

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Epilogue

  More Books by Shelley

  Acknowledgements

  About Shelley Springfield

  DEDICATION

  To everyone who has kicked ass and taken names, to fight for what they want, and follow their dreams.

  INTRODUCTION

  Dallas ‘Big D’ Winston is a protector, a dreamer, a fighter, and a lover. He is known for his devotion to the people in his life and his job. Those are the qualities that make him such an amazing man, plus he’s hung like a horse and great in the sack. He is always there when people need him the most, but has a hard time accepting the same from others. Dallas may get on stage and take his clothes off for money, but it’s the dancing that he truly loves. It’s what he’s good at, and it fills his pockets well. Dancing is all he’s ever wanted to do, and he doesn’t plan on stopping anytime soon. He’s all about the money, the women, and the attention, but what happens when tragedy strikes and his dreams are put on hold? Will he be able to devote himself to something else, even if dancing isn’t in his future?

  CHAPTER ONE

  I am already sweating like crazy and I haven’t even stepped onto the stage yet. Who needs to rub oil on their body when they are drenched in sweat like this? As long as the women like it though, that’s all that matters to the boss. Personally, I hate the oil. It’s the one part of the job that I don’t like; all the rest is like living a dream.

  As soon as I realized that I actually could dance, and make good money doing it, I jumped on that shit. It’s little work, and it’s doing something that I enjoy. I haven’t regretted it at all either; the money is a perk, but so are the ladies. Women literally throw themselves at me, and what man wouldn’t love that?

  What the women want is definitely the most important thing though. If they aren’t happy, that means less money for us. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep the ladies happy. The happier they are, the more money I have in my pocket.

  I used to not care about that shit, but now that my mother can’t work anymore, she needs help with her bills. She’s done everything she could to take care of me when I was growing up, and now it’s my turn to take care of her.

  It’s hard seeing a woman who used to bust her ass, raising three kids on her own, at whatever jobs came her way, now depending on someone else. She doesn’t like it either, but she’ll get over it. With my brother and sister living on the opposite sides of the country from us, it’s up to me to do what has to be done. It’s not like my twin brother would be any help anyway; he’s dumber than duck shit. He’s book smart, but clearly, I’ve consumed all the common sense in the womb because he doesn’t have much. My sister, on the other hand, would be quite a bit of help, but she has a family of her own to take care of.

  “Yo, D. You going to get your ass ready for your set sometime tonight or what?” Jag asks as he finishes getting ready for his set.

  I don’t know why it matters to him when or if I get ready. It probably really doesn’t; he just likes to fuck with me and give me a hard time.

  “I might, if I feel like it. Then again, I might go out there like this. The ladies won’t care; all they care about is me taking it off anyway.” Hell, there’s still two more sets before mine, so I have plenty of time. It’s not like it takes me long to fucking get ready.

  Walking over to the couch, I take a seat and kick off my boots. What I’d like to do is sit here and relax for a while. I have been running around town all day, paying my mother’s bills and my own. Not to mention, doing her grocery shopping and running all her other errands that needed done for the week.

  As tired as it makes me, I don’t mind doing it; she doesn’t have anyone else to take care of her. Dare sits down on the other end of the couch with a towel in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. He wipes the sweat from his face, and then takes a drink of his water. When he stops, the bottle is half empty.

  “How’s your mom doing? She still giving you a hard time?” Dare is my best friend. Hell, all the guys here are. They are the only ones who I tell my business to. They know all about my mom’s stroke and how she has been struggling since. Even though they give me a hard time, they try to help however they can.

  “She wouldn’t be my mother if she wasn’t giving me a hard time. Stroke or not, that’s not going to change. She is doing better though, not to the point of being able to drive, or go back to work, but she should be able to be without the nurse soon.”

  As soon as my mom got released from the hospital, I hired a nurse to sit with her. She couldn’t be by herself, and although I’d do anything for my mother, there’s a point where some shit shouldn’t be done by her son. She hates having the nurse there, but it’s the only solution I could come up with.

  I stand up when Jag walks back into the room, knowing that after Sin’s set, it’s my turn. I start getting ready and as I pull my shirt over my head, Dare says, “I’ve seen that nurse a couple of times; please tell me that she’s as good in bed as she looks like she would be.”

  Glancing over at him, I start to ignore the question, but decide to hell with that. What do I care if he knows that I fucked the nurse? It’s not like I done it in front of my mother or anything.

  “What makes you think that I fucked her? She’s my mom’s nurse for fuck sakes. What kind of person do you think I am?”

  Dare laughs before answering. “Because I know you, and I know that you aren’t going to turn down pussy if it’s offered to you.”

  Giving him a laugh in return, I take off my pants, tossing them to the side, and quickly dig out my clothes for my set. It’s nothing special, just a pair of black tearaway pants, a black shirt, and a pair of black briefs. I switch up the colors every now and then, but I keep it simple.

  When I first started working here, Betty, the owner, wanted me to wear a pair of bikini underwear. That wasn’t happening, and when I put on the pair that she handed me, she seen why and quickly changed
her mind.

  Don’t get me wrong, I could wear them, but not while dancing. There’s no way my dick would stay in them fuckers. I’d be giving all the ladies more of a show than what they are paying for. No, bikini underwear isn’t my thing, but the ones I do wear don’t leave much to the imagination. They are still skimpy as hell, but at least I don’t have to worry about anything falling out while wearing them.

  Quickly putting my clothes on, all that’s left for me to do is to put on some oil and then I can go out and show the ladies a good time.

  Looking back over to Dare, I finally respond as I pour the least amount of oil into my hand that I can get away with. I rub a little on my chest, just to show that I put in an effort for the boss. “You act like I’m the only one who doesn’t turn down pussy when it’s offered.” Dare just shrugs, knowing that I’m right.

  Sin, hearing what we are talking about, doesn’t waste time filling me in on the crowd outside. “I’d say the group of ladies to the right of the stage is more than willing to offer up some pussy. It’s a big bachelorette party, and they are loving us tonight. I’m calling dibs on the one with the long blonde hair.”

  We have worked together long enough that he knows that’s not how it works. He can call dibs all he wants, but it’s the lady who makes the final decision and only when the night is over. Betty doesn’t want us fucking the customers, but what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Besides, she’s the one who encourages the VIP rooms. Of course, she encourages the private dances, but what happens in there stays in there, and as long as it causes no drama, she doesn’t say much. After the blonde sees me and I get done with my set, we’ll see which one of us she wants.

  I give him a slap on the shoulder as I walk past, heading to the door. Our changing room isn’t far from the stage area, so it doesn’t take me long to get there. When I walk onto the stage, I wait for the music to start. My back is to the crowd, head down, arms behind my back, my usual stance as I wait for the rhythm of the music to course through my veins.

  My set is hardly ever the same. I have a few songs that are my favorite to dance to, and they are the ones the ladies seem to like the most. Depending on my mood when I come in is what I dance to each night.

  When Closer, by Nine Inch Nails, starts and the lights come on, the screaming and clapping begin. This is always my favorite part; hearing how much they are all looking forward to watching me feels fucking amazing.

  The song starts out slow, just the way I like it. It always causes the ladies to appreciate when it really gets started and the actual show begins.

  I move around on the stage, pulling up the edge of my shirt just enough to make them curious. Just as the chorus starts, I pull my shirt off and slide on my knees across the runway. Hands are already reaching out, trying their damnedest to touch me.

  Jumping back to my feet, I tear the pants from my body, and the screams get even louder. I hop off the stage to the left, deciding to wait for the extra eager ladies to the right until last.

  As money is being shoved into my underwear, I hope like hell that they are some large bills because I could sure use it. Either way, no matter how much it is, these women are going to get what they pay for.

  CHAPTER TWO

  This has been another long week and I’m tired. The only thing on my mind at the moment is getting some pussy, then going home and going to bed. Tomorrow is Sunday, which is my night off, and if at all possible, I don’t want to have to do anything. Drinking some beers and watching some football sounds like a good plan for the day to me.

  As Bump and Grind gets near the end, I make my way over to the raven-haired beauty that has been catching my eye. She hasn’t been shy by any means about her attraction to me, and I plan to take full advantage of it.

  In all honesty, I could probably convince any of them to come into the VIP room with me, but she is the one that I want. There is just something about her. It could have something to do with the way her tits are about to pop out of the top of her dress.

  Making my way back over to her table, I step in front of her and lean down to whisper in her ear, “If you want to find out for yourself how I got the name Big D, follow me. You won’t be sorry, I promise.”

  Leaning back up, I catch the slight blush that covers her cheeks as she looks from me to her friends. They don’t hesitate in their encouragement, each one prodding for her to get up. My earlier assessment proves true; she wants me that’s for sure. I know for a fact when she gives me a wink and quickly stands up.

  Looking toward the VIP room where our bouncer Rocco is standing guard, I give him a nod letting him know it is going to be occupied. He assesses the beautiful lady standing by me, the admiration clear on his face as he nods my way in return.

  I don’t worry about my clothes that I’ve left behind on the stage as I walk to the VIP room. Nor do I bother to check and see if she is following me because I already know that she is.

  Opening the door, I step to the side, letting her walk in. As soon as she gets past the door, I step in behind her, pushing the door shut behind me. I turn the lock, and before she has a chance to even glance around, I turn her toward me, slamming my mouth down on hers. There’s not that much to see, not to me anyway, just like any average VIP room. A couch, chair, and a couple of tables. The soft lighting and low music playing through the speakers is what most women notice anyway.

  My tongue invades her mouth, the taste of tequila and oranges overtake my senses. For a moment, I worry that she has had too much to drink to be coherent about her decisions.

  The worry goes away slightly when she moans into my mouth, showing me her desire. Pulling my mouth from hers, I kiss a trail from her lips down the curve of her neck. Making my way up to her ear, I nip at the delicate lobe before whispering, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

  She pulls back, looks me in the eye, and says, “Hell, yes. I’ve wanted you ever since you first walked out on that stage.”

  As if her words weren’t confirming enough, she reaches down to my barely covered cock and gives it a tender squeeze. “Oh, yes, Big D indeed.”

  When she starts to stroke up and down, I know it’s time to take matters into my own hands. I’m in charge here, not her.

  Reaching down, I grab her by the wrist and pull her hand away. I take a step back before she gets any more ideas. Letting go of her, I walk over to the little table beside the chair, pulling open its little drawer. Taking out one of the many condoms piled inside, I push the drawer shut and walk back over to where I left her standing.

  Stepping in front of her, I take her wrist in my hand again, giving it a little tug, and I walk her over to the couch. Stopping at the arm of the couch, I pull her in front of me. Letting go of her wrist, I spin her around. With her heels on, she’s going to be just the right height when I take her from behind.

  I give her shoulder a little nudge and wait for her to take the hint and get where I want her. She is quick to do what I want, and I reward her with a few caresses on her ass.

  Lifting the skirt of her dress up to her waist, my dick gets even harder when I see the pair of lacy white panties covering her firm ass. This is going to be fucking amazing.

  Turning her head, she peeks back at me. I give her shoulder another push, “You’ll get what you want soon enough, sugar. I’ll make sure it’s worth the wait.”

  Reaching down, I grab the side of her little lace panties and pull them down her legs. As I move my hand back up her leg, I feel her body shiver, which just makes my dick even harder. I’m more than ready to sink in balls deep, but as much as I like to think it’s all about me, I need to make sure she’s just as ready as I am.

  Moving my hand between her legs, I barely make contact before she lets out a pleasure filled moan. As soon as I sink a finger into her warm pussy, I see that she’s just as ready as me. She is soaking wet and squeezing the hell out of my finger.

  Adding another, I work them in and out, stretching her enough so that she can take all of me. The way
she is fucking my fingers proves that fucking her is going to be amazing, and I’m done waiting.

  I pull my fingers free and tear open the condom wrapper. Rolling the condom on, I mentally thank Betty for making sure the rooms are constantly stocked for us. Even though the rooms are just for private dances, and not supposed to be for sex, she’s not stupid. Betty is aware that shit happens, and sometimes it does lead to that. She doesn’t condone it, but she takes care of us and makes sure we are prepared.

  Rubbing my cock through her wet slit, I coat it with her juices before slowly sinking in. What I’d like to do is plunge in balls deep, but I’m not trying to hurt her, so I’ll have to start slow.

  After pumping into her a few times, hearing the moans coming from her, I feel like she’s ready to take me.

  Plunging in all the way, her pussy clenching my dick has me throbbing for more. I grab ahold of her hips, putting a stop to her movements and slow down my pace. I want to enjoy this for a few minutes, and if I don’t do something, it’s going to be over quicker than I want.

  She isn’t holding back, and I love that shit. No matter how much I slow down, or get her to stop moving, I can already feel the tightening in my balls.

  Pulling out of her, I step back and pull her up from the couch. Turning her around, I prop her ass up on the arm of the couch and step back between her spread legs. If I’m not going to last much longer, I’m going to make sure she gets off first.

  I grab her hip with one hand while lining up my cock with the other. I can’t hold back my moan of pleasure as I slide into her again. Moving my hand up to her other hip, I hang on tight and enjoy the ride.

  I thought taking her from behind would be perfect, but I was wrong. This is perfect. I can now see her huge tits bouncing as I fuck her.

  “Yes, just like that,” she moans while practically gasping for breath. Her encouragement and moaning just makes me move faster.