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Chapter two: Dance for me
11:45 A.M. Outside of Peach's Café
"So how did it go?" She was so curios that she eyeballed me with a big cheesy smile.
I looked down to the steel imprinted table slightly bashful over the entire situation. The initial deal was to just make out with him not sleep with him.
"Well, listen, I'm not sure if you would want to know."
God, how could I bring myself to tell her that I slept with her brother?
"I wouldn't want to know? What the hell happened that would make me not want to know?" She got a little serious, and I could tell by the tone of her voice, even skeptical.
"Bra, I know what was supposed to happen. I didn't even get drunk I swear, but…" I trailed off and looked in a different direction none to my pleasure anyway. I still couldn't avoid her grilling eyes.
"Darce, if you didn't kill him or sleep with him then whatever it is isn't a big deal."
It was the way she nonchalantly leaned back in her chair that made me lower my head and mumble.
"Shit."
After a few seconds of silence and my head still heavy with the gloom she gasped. I figured getting the idea.
"Oh no, you killed him didn't you." She whispered frantically.
"What?" I couldn't help but giggle at the instant assumption that I killed him. Was it that hard to believe that I slept with him?
"Darce, I know he's an asshole, but did you really have to?"
"Whoa, Whoa, Bra, I didn't kill him." I still had a smile on my face from her initial conjecture.
"YOU SLEPT WITH HIM!"
Actually we didn't get around to doing much real sleeping, but that was beside the point; her words were loud enough for the whole street to hear. I looked around to see people staring at me like I was some whore.
"Oh, Ha Ha, Funny joke!" My tone was bogus as I looked around again as the stairs slowly reseeded back to the perimeter of their table.
I leaned in hoping to keep our conversation within the confines of our own circle.
"I know, I know, that wasn't part of the deal, but we started to dance, and things got really heated and next thing you know we were at his apartment and…."
"Wait a second, you went to HIS apartment?"
I was curious to know if that was a bad thing.
"Yea, why?"
She laughed. "He never takes girls back to his place. It's part of his Game."
"Well, I figured that since it went that far that I might as well do what I was initially meant to do, and I sort of, kind of, left a few hundred dollar bills on his night stand, and basically, pretty much, left a note telling him to call, but I didn't leave a number."
I could tell by her surprised look that she was astounded. The whole deal was to make out with him, lead him on, and dump him for the next guy I saw, but as you know it didn't go that way.
"Darcy Delaine, when did you turn into a total pimp?" She sounded proud of me.
"I, well, it was just a spurt of the moment." I blushed. I'm not the kind of girl who plays guys like that. I know from the show that went on last night others would get a different impression, but when I was with him this other side of me, a tempting, assertive, sexual side, emerged out of nowhere, and just took control.
"Well you did well; let's see how long it takes him to realize it's not as fun being played."
In satisfaction she leaned back in her chair again. I suppose basking in the warmth of success. Sadly, her triumph was also my shame.
That's how this whole thing came into play. I was but a tool in Bra's little scuffle to try and set her feral brother straight. At first I was indifferent to the idea of me making out with a man that I'd never met before, but after I had enough time to gape at him from across the club that night, it didn't seem like that much of a bad idea. If it wasn't for the music I probably would have come off like a little shy gal, who had no idea why she was in a club in the first place. Though, I just couldn't keep my body still. The beats, his hands, my very unmistakable desire to feel him close, they all were the wicked fundamentals that ended me in his arms that morning.
I'm not that girl though. I'm kind and sweet. I'm the one who makes a guy wait before at least considering sleeping with him. Not like the sex wasn't good in the first place. Oh, man talk about domineering. The moment I had threatened to ride him and call him my bitch, which by the way was totally a whim of words, he ushered me to his room and laid me on his huge king sized bed. The sheets were so soft and his rock hard body on top of mine sent me into a frenzy of contradicting fantasies. From there on I had no control. It was all about making me scream louder for him. It was rough and surprisingly I liked that. That's the only thing on my mind now; his body, his muscles, his breath, his hands, his tongue, us lounging in our own sex clouds.
Bra told me he's been with a lot of women. Truth be told I paid him because I thought that maybe I wasn't good. I had only had sex twice before our fiasco, so my experience was lacking compared to his. I guess it was unpretentious insecurity that kept me from placing my number down. I'd love to get together again, but only on fucking each other terms that I'm not sure about. He seemed to have the potential to be a decent guy, only if he knew the definition of faithful.
Maybe I'd be the girl to actually put him on the right path of loyalty, but how will I see him again? I can't let Bra know that I want to see him again. If only I wasn't shy towards the far-reaching questions I'm sure she'd ask.
What if I needed him as much as he did me? When I was with him I felt sexy and confident. I rarely feel that way, at least not around million dollar bachelors.
My phone began to ring as I sadly had to leave my staid thoughts.
"Hello?" I said dreamily.
"Hey chicky!" Her tone was exuberant and she was overly excited, it could only be the phenomenal baby sister of mine, Esther Delaine.
"Hey Essy, what's up?" I turned over on my couch turning my back to the TV.
"Oh, nothing, other than I'm feeling hot tonight and I need hot guys to match!"
I knew where this was going.
"And what does that have to do with me?"
"Gosh so gloomy, that is the exact reason why I'm dragging you to Amatory."
"Esther, I am not going to that damn strip club." I sat up frustrated. I'd at least hope that she and I could go to a decent restaurant, but not that stupid club where every girl there is half naked.
"It's not a strip club the ladies that dance are clothed, well the vital areas anyway, and we can dance for free and get paid! Who knows you might meet a sexy guy there." My silence proved no influence. "C'mon chicky-doodle, it'll be fun I promise; besides Dane really likes you!"
"Fan-frickin-tastic. I'm still not going."
Who cares if the owner liked me? He was a 30 year old man who had about 3 degrees and yet he still works at an exotic club.
"Geez Darce since when did a stick go up your butt, you always use to like going out?"
Her first question sent me reeling to a recall of last night. I blushed.
"Fine, but next time I pick the place to go out." I said grudgingly getting to my feet and heading to my bedroom.
"YAY! I'll pick you up at ten okay?"
"Sure."
Esther and I were almost opposites, personality wise. She was more flamboyant and flirtatious. Her confidence was always an all-time high. I don't know why I'm not the same. I was always jealous of her growing up. She was popular and beautiful, not to mention funny; she never had to go a day without a boyfriend on her arm. It if wasn't for her sapphire eyes, duskier skin, and voluptuous body we'd almost be twins. Sadly I don't reek of sex appeal all the time. It sucks when you have to look up to your own little sister.
Ten o' clock came by pretty fast. I was standing in the mirror with a form fitting white tank top, black heels, and dark blue skinny jeans. I might not have Esther's everlasting hips, but I think I made up for it with my round butt. Considering my months of running, I'd be damned if my ass wasn't firm as hell.
My doorbell rang as I puffed up my hair before leaving the bathroom. I opened the door laying my sight on a very stimulating Essy.
"Hello, chicka, you ready?" She had on a short black leather skirt with a blue halter top and her infamous hooker shoes, which I am still curious to how she walks in them let alone dance, but I suppose for the place we're headed that they we perfect for the dress code.
"Hey, looking sexy like always." I locked the door before stepping out and placing the key under a pot that set by the door.
"You know this, babe."
Amatory~~~~~~11:30~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was hot and I was tired. I had been dancing on stage with all the other girls that work there for what felt like forever, when in reality it had only been 15 minutes. When you have lights flashing at you and wild men wooing every time you made an appealing gesture really took the spunk right out of you.
I stepped off stage and made my way to the bar for some moments of air.
"What will it be twinkle toes?" Ben asked smiling at me. He's been calling me that ever since I tried to walk in here with Essy's shoes on, and the overall result was a broken table and an embarrassed me.
"Ha, ha, get me water please." I smiled running my hand through my hair. The curls that were dominant upon my crown were utterly non-existent.
"I see your sister is a natural like always." He said placing the glass in front of me and gesturing to the wild Essy twirling around for a couple of guys who surrounded her side of the stage.
"Yea, I don't see why she doesn't work here. She'd be the star attraction." I didn't bother looking over at her. I knew she was up there shaking her assets and living up her unrelenting allure.
"You aren't kidding'." I looked up at him as he starred at her from the bar.
"Nu-uh Ben, stop it right there because all you're going to get is an eye full. Believe it or not she's celibate."
He gasped and looked at me seriously.
"Yes, sir, I swear." I smiled and closed my eyes; even though I was sitting I was still very heated.
"Well damn, I'd love to meet the guy who makes her change her mind."
He winked at me before moving down to a man who had come and sat on one of the stools.
I turned to gaze at Esther who was still dancing provocatively. She was beautiful, there's no denying that. I wonder if someone can be born with that much confidence. Or was I just the unlucky one who received none of the good looks?
"Hey gorgeous."
The tone of the greasy voice behind me made me quiver. I shifted in my seat to see Dane, the owner.
"Ugh, what is it Dane?" I looked in a different direction, it didn't matter where, and I just couldn't stand looking at his creepy face.
"Well you seem to be very popular tonight."
"Yea, so what?"
I was far from interested in any horny geezer wanting to talk to me just because I looked like easy prey.
"I have a man in the back room, he's waiting for you to give him a lap dance, and he's paying 5 thousand dollars."
I had turned to tell him off right before he mentioned the lumped sum of profit.
"So, doll, what do you say?" He asked slyly; his oily hair showing evidently over oily because his forehead was very shiny in the flashing dim lights.
"I figure there's some sort of cut in this money, so how much do I get?" Wait, was I actually considering this?
"He told me that you get the entire five thousand."
Holy hell, what guy in here was that loaded? I knew it was too good to be true, but was I really willing to pass up five grand.
"Okay." I smiled. Even if this was some old geezer at least I'll be paid and I suppose I'll have a little fun.
I stepped into the room right after I freshened up, in other words I made sure I wasn't all sweaty. I was nervous as the bright light of the room startled me. Wasn't these rooms supposed to be dimly lit?
I closed the door behind me and looked at the chair in the middle of the room.
"You're shitting me right now aren't you?"
I looked at the lavender haired man as he smiled at me.
"What can I say? I couldn't get enough of that sweet ass." I walked over in front of him and crossed my arms.
He wore a black suit, tie undone in a very tempting way because the upper part of his chest was visible. I moved my eyes upwards towards his ocean blues.
"So, why five thousand?" I asked. My stare never faltered.
"Because you gave me five hundred." His smile was so sexy. I could feel my body reacting to the need to have him close.
"What do you want?" I felt shy now, my confidence definitely out the window. My hands dropped to my sides and I looked at him curiously.
He chuckled, "I know the owner told you." His hands moved to the top of his thighs as he leaned back and spread his legs open.
I never realized the music was playing already. It was Journey of Academy by Class Actress.
"I 'm.." He stopped me before I could even think of what else to say after the, I'm.
"Whatever you have to say you can do it while you're stripping." He was so dominating. I felt so powerless, like I had to obey or else.
I kicked off my shoes as my hands started at the rim of my tank top as I slowly lifted it over my stomach.
"I was going to ask you how you knew I would be here."
My tank top was on the floor and my laced black bra was all his eyes were set on.
"My sister told me about the entire deal you both had, willing." I unbuttoned my jeans as I looked right into his eyes. "She got in touch with your sister for me and asked her if she was going out anywhere. Bra made sure to tell her to invite you and that there was a big chance that she might be there too."
"Was that all a lie just to get me here?" My pants were on the floor as I stood awkwardly in my matching underwear set.
"Dance for me." He said huskily. The glints in his eyes were dark. I felt like a piece of meat frolicking in front of a hungry lion.
My hands automatically trailed from my panty line and up.
"To answer your question, yes, it was all a lie. Bra would never show up here, definitely not after I told her that I just wanted a chance to see you again." My back was to him as I swayed my hair back and forth as it grazed the lining of my underwear.
I pulled my hair from my back and placed it over my shoulder as I moved my hips in a rhythmic motion.
"Is it true?" I asked moving closer making sure to make slow strides. I wanted him to see me, want me. I placed my hand on the end of his tie and tugged on it, unraveling it till the fabric draped in my hand.
"I'm here aren't I?" He grinned.
I turned my back to him once again, but this time I sat in his lap. His erection was obvious and it poked my right butt cheek. I spread my legs to the width of his as I pushed a little harder on his lap.
"Fuck." He mumbled as I felt his hand traveled the side of my right thigh. His velvety hand etched its way till it was between my legs. He moved it upwards as my breath got caught in my chest.
I wanted it so bad.
I let him rub his hand over my precipitating heat one time before I grounded my butt against him before getting up again.
I heard a stressed groan as our distance multiplied. I danced in a steady motion making sure to run my hand over my body slowly.
This would definitely be a story to tell Essy later, but right now I had one thing on my mind, and that was teasing.
The once cold leather soon was overwhelmed by our accumulating body heat. He had stripped me down to my undies, which was pretty easy considering when I came out to his car all I had on was my underclothes and his suit jacket.
I arched my back as he licked my stomach down to the rim of lace panties. His hand snaked underneath my back pushing me into a more distinct arch giving his tongue more dipping access into my belly button. I turned my head to the side just to nibble on my fingertips as he submerged me into layers and layers of pure need.
The first tug of my panties made my heart thump. I couldn't handle the vast amount of elation from just the simple act of removing my underwear.
He pulled the fabric down my legs very slowly, relishing in every inch of exposed skin I had to offer. The way he looked at me, like I was a little child green to the instinctive ways of fucking.
I knew he'd teach me.
I laid there in my prime of bare thirst for the tall drink of man in front of me. Just looking at him in his suit pants alone made me open my legs slightly, hoping he'd take advantage of my sex demented state.
"Eager?" he asked looking at my open legs.
All I could do was moan a, "Yea," as he undid his belt buckle. He sat calm and collected as he removed his pants and his boxers, yet my heart felt as though it was about to pop out of my chest. The anticipation was killing me. The part of me that always wanted to be made love to was left at home with the same boring life, but the girl in the backseat of a hot bachelor's car was an all-new woman.
This girl wanted to be fucked.
He leaned over me, his erection leaning against my inner thigh. I tried to move around hoping to at least feel it graze my opening.
"Easy there darling, like you said to me, don't worry babe, you're gonna get fucked." With that said, he pushed his penis against my entrance and I moaned slightly. He rubbed himself against me now in a pulsing motion. Every time he pushed against me I pushed back. The friction from our soaked appendages sent me into a thrilled turmoil. It was the combination of his teasing tongue on my collar bone, and the constant feel of his callused fingertips grazing the rim on my opening that sent me toward the base of an orgasm.
I couldn't cum so early. I had to last a little longer, or at least till the fun stuff really began. I clinched my eyes shut and tried to concentrate on counting.
1….2…3… "Oh god!" 1…2…3… "Oh fuck!"
That was it, my stomach coiled into knots of bliss.
I submitted to his will.
He was breathing heavy. Leaning over to my ear as I came down from my waves of ecstasy
"You at least have to beat your record of last time." Flicking my nose with his tongue I looked up at him defiantly.
I laughed, "as long as you agree, that when we're in this back seat naked, you're my bitch." I leaned up and pushed him into a sitting position.
I rode him like I would my bitch.
