The Pin-Striped Jackass Meets Sloppy Seconds
Eric's POV
"He won't be here until three. Promise me you won't go all caveman on him and kick his ass. As much as I don't like that man I think he could do great things for the club."
Innocently I looked at her, batting my eyelashes saying, "Who me? I would never do such a thing."
"Promise me something?"
"What sweetheart?"
"Promise me you won't mention his name until he gets here. I don't want to have to think about him anymore. I want to focus solely on you," she said as she pulled me closer to her placing her mouth on mine.
Deepening the kiss I basked in the glory of her soft lips, kissing her with fervor. As much as I wanted to continue kissing her all day I knew we couldn't keep doing this out in the open without getting caught.
Reluctantly I pulled away and said, "Why don't we go out and get something to eat. There is this new Vegetarian restaurant not too far from here that I want to try."
She pouted her lips all innocent and shit, tucking one foot under the other in her half naked form. (Somehow while she was on the phone with Claudine she managed to haphazardly pull her clothes on one handed.) Batting her eyelashes at me she whined, "You're all done with me? The ol' love 'em and leave 'em routine?"
"I could never be done with you," I purred pulling her closer to me. A triumphant smile appeared on her face briefly before she crashed her lips to mine again. Reasonable thought left me as my hands betrayed me by sliding up her top. It never ceased to amaze me how her perfectly round, plump breasts fit precisely in the palms of my hands. Breaking the kiss momentarily to slide her top off I continued to attack her succulent lips, biting and nipping at her flesh.
Stumbling backwards I toppled on top of her on the bed. Everything about this woman made me crave her incessantly. A fire in me erupted, desiring me to claim her, locking her in chains for only my taking. As my thoughts spiraled darker out of control I felt my consciousness reject these conclusions pulling me back from my own tirade. She was not one to be claimed, but savored and treated like a magnificent queen. These were the thoughts that made me pull away. These were the thoughts that had me reveling in her majesty, completely awestruck over what I had done in my life to deserve such a creature.
It was only out of dignified respect that I released her lips and pulled back, because my more savage thoughts wanted to tear her panties off plunging myself into her center. So before the beast couldn't be contained any longer I released her.
I watched as different emotions played across her face and even still I couldn't bring myself to say a word.
"Why did you stop? Don't you…don't you want me," she whispered.
My heart just about broke with her words. Couldn't she see that I wanted her? I wanted her more than I needed air to breathe. My need for her was more certain than the sun raising in the east and setting in the west; it was irrevocably constant.
"Of course I want you, but I'm worried about other people walking in. Let's get out of here and do something just us," I implored her as I touched her cheek. My body yearned for physical contact, even the slightest touch eased the pain my heart ached when she wasn't near.
"Ok," she replied reaching down for her shirt.
I sighed as I watched her rejected stance, not being able to meet my eyes. I suddenly realized that she was just as insecure about us as I was.
"Hey…" I stated as I touched her arm. I needed to know she understood why. It had nothing to do with how I felt about her, but had everything to do with timing. When the timing was right I had no problem walking into Claude's office with a 'fuck you attitude' and laying the cards down on the table, but we both had to be ready for the possible repercussions. I had a feeling that Claude knew, for he was a well observant man, but just hadn't said anything yet. Claude was the 'out of sight, out of mind' kind of guy and if it wasn't directly effecting club profits than he didn't want to know about it. "…look, I want you…right now, here, but I'd hate to have everyone walk in while I'm licking that sweet pussy of yours. I'm pretty sure you don't want that either." I cocked my eyebrow at her awaiting her response.
With a sigh she said, "I know I'm being irrational, but I just feel so…" and she trailed off.
Finishing for her I stated, "Insecure?"
"Yeah, how did you…"
"Know? That's exactly how I feel about you. Come on, let's go."
Taking a few minutes to put the stage back to rights we headed out the door arm in arm. As much as I wanted to take her somewhere quiet to makeout, I didn't want our entire relationship to be built on physical attraction. I wanted to get to know her.
"How 'bout lunch?" I asked her as we got into my Vette.
"Isn't it a bit early for that?"
"It is almost twelve. Did you have something else in mind?" I raised my eyebrow to look at her as I peeled out of the parking lot. Not really having a destination yet, I headed towards that Vegetarian restaurant in Monroe.
"Where do you live?" she casually asked. My heart skipped a beat thinking her question over. Was she simply making casual conversation? Inquiring where her lover lived? Or was she implying an intent? Did she want to know if I lived nearby? Possibly close enough for an afternoon rendezvous?
"Shreveport," I replied stiffly. No one from work, besides Pam, had ever been to my home. In fact, I was pretty sure no one even knew where it was. Oh, Claude had my address on my employee application, but unless he made a conscious effort to search it through MapQuest he would surely never find it.
She didn't inquire any further which was both maddening and a relief all at the same time. I wanted her to desire to be with me in my home, but knew that at this time I couldn't bring her there. Fearing that my denial of her request would make her feel rejected, I was glad she stayed silent.
I didn't really know what to say in this awkward silence. Never needing to work for the affections of a woman I realized that I had no idea how to keep a conversation going. With Pam everything was effortless and I hoped the same would be with Sookie. Everything in the physical department was effortless, but conversing was not.
Driving aimlessly I racked my brain for something to say to the beautiful woman beside me. The silence grew to an uncomfortable level and I even thought about asking her about the weather just to say something. It occurred to me that this had never happened before. Usually when I was with a woman I didn't care if I had nothing to say because usually I didn't care enough about her to hear what she had to say. With Sookie everything was different. I worried that the silence droned on and it looked like my bedside manner severely lacked. It bothered me that I wasn't giving off the best impression of myself and it drove me mad to think that she thought less of me because of it.
We couldn't go to my house and she didn't want lunch, what the hell else was there to do in the middle of the afternoon on a weekday? I never had to worry about taking women out because I didn't date women, just fucked them. This entire concept of dating and captivating the heart of a woman was completely new to me. Maybe it was time to put Pam, and her Dear Abby knowledge to good use. Where could I take Sookie in the middle of the fucking afternoon?
An idea struck me at that moment. I veered my car into the intended destination and tried not to over think my decision. Sookie was a simple, but cultured woman who appreciated beauty in life. Nothing could be better than to share a piece of history and stunning architecture with someone I held dear. Sophie and I had never been, but it was a place I had wanted to return to for quite some time, to bask in its refinement again. Sophie had not developed an appreciation for fine things at her tender age yet.
It was only about ten minutes before I pulled into the parking lot of the Biedenharn Museum and Gardens.
"Where are we?" Sookie asked.
"We are at the Biedenharn Mansion Museum and Gardens. Have you ever been here?"
"No, I didn't even know it was here."
"It was a place that showed how the simplest of ideas morphed into one of the greatest money makers of all time. Joe Biedenharn's bright idea was to place the ever popular fountain soft drink Coca-Cola into a bottle. His home was not only an impressive mansion designed in the Antebellum period, but lavished with European period décor. Biedenharn's daughter Emy-Lou was a talented pianist, but loved gardening and as a result had extensive gardens and fountains placed adjacent to the property. You weren't hungry so I thought we could tour it today. We have a few hours before we need to be back at the club."
Her eyes sparkled with delight at my idea and I breathed a sigh of relief. I had gone out on a limb, hoping to guess right in my feeble attempt to please my temptress. Dates were a foreign realm that I never had wished to travel. Pleasing my ever insatiable cock had been my desire concerning the female body. Falling victim to her wiles had never been part of the plan.
My selfishness shone through in my love of women. Oh, I sated them as they screamed my name in the throes of passion, but come sunup, I sent them packing on their way. Never had I strived to maintain an emotional attachment to someone. Not knowing the first thing about a dreaded date, I relied solely on my selfishness and took her someplace that I would enjoy. One thing I had learned from observing my Mighty Huntress, we were one in the same. Was it deviant of me to assume that she would find the same pleasures here I would? That she would marvel at the same architecture that captivated me?
Before my father died, his company had hosted a fundraising benefit outdoors in the gardens. Only briefly did I venture inside the mansion, into the foyer specifically. Maybe this was where it all started. Maybe this was where my love for European architecture (and women) stemmed from, seeing this magnificent house when I was only a teenage boy.
The flicker of memory of my father sent a sharp pain through my abdomen. He had been a regal man; tall in stature, handsome, blond, the epitome of a Swedish warrior Viking. His staunch beliefs had men lining up to ally with him, but his ferocity had his enemies cowering in the sidelines. As a boy, my father was the one man I craved acceptance from. Would he have approved of my debauched and promiscuous lifestyle? What would he have thought of my current occupation? I knew with resounding reassurance that he would have disproved greatly, but Sookie, the woman on my arm, he would have loved dearly.
"We're going inside?" she asked bringing me from my thoughts.
"Yes…I thought we could appreciate the landscape together." Her smile brightened bringing one to my own face. I realized that it was a sight I wanted to see more often. For the first time I cared for the feelings of a woman besides Fitch. I wanted to take care of her every need, not just her physical ones and in a small way I was doing just that.
We toured the mansion, though I didn't really see much of it. My eyes were on her as she oh'ed and ah'ed her way through each room. I found contentment in just watching her, complacent with just her hand in mine.
As our tour drew to a close I became edgier and edgier. My anger flared and I knew none of it had anything to do with the girl beside me, well not directly anyway. I wanted to pound out every last insult from Compton's flesh for what he proposed for my girl. That was where Sookie and I differed. Her heart was good, where mine, was haunted with darkened desires. Sookie would never approve if I took my vengeance out upon his flesh. Just like I knew she hadn't found out about Arlene yet because I knew that she would confront me with it. Confidently though, I knew that if I told Sookie of Arlene's persistent offer she could be persuaded to reason.
What methods could I use on that Pin-Striped Jackass that either Sookie would approve of or wouldn't know about? The only thing I could think about was introducing the two people who had insulted Sookie. They were perfect for each other. I had a secondary part of that plan up my sleeve, but I had to fulfill my primary goal first - arranging Sloppy Seconds and the Pin-Striped Jackass to meet.
After the tour we wandered around in the gardens. If I had any forethought at all I would have brought a picnic lunch for us to enjoy upon a blanket right next to the beautiful center fountain. It looked like something taken right out of a movie; a large pool with cascading flowing water. I was waiting for fish to flip in the air and fucking wink at me. The scenery was just perfect and the company was ….divine. No words could describe how I truly felt about the Temptress or how she made me feel. 'Perfect', 'divine', were just words and neither one conveyed the depths of my affections. This would have been the perfect opportunity to feed her fruit and shit curled up on a blanket. But, I didn't have a blanket and the fucking fruit didn't grow on trees (well it did, just not here where I could get it).
So like a lame ass hormonal teenage couple we sat on the edge of the fountain wall until some fucking staffer told us not too. Then we were left standing, staring at one another. Too bad my ideal date wasn't planned out better and wasn't some shit that I concocted on a whim.
Vowing that next time we went out I would do a whole lot more planning, we silently walked back to my car after a stroll through the gardens.
"Eric, that was amazing. Thank you for a wonderful afternoon," she said after she opened the passenger side door.
Amazing? Was she fucking serious? The idea was alright, but the afternoon seriously bombed from my lack of planning.
"Sookie…I should have thought it all out more."
"No…the afternoon was perfect. Spontaneous and perfect. Hopefully we can do this again some time?" She looked over at me with a question in her voice. Was she fucking serious? Did she doubt that I wanted to spend time with her? Did she doubt my feelings for her? I had put more effort forth by coming up with a damn idea than I had for any other fucking woman I draped on my arm. She was not an ornament to hang over my arm like she was beautifying a fucking Christmas tree. No, we weren't decorating each other, but fucking complimenting one another. Isn't that what God created Eve for? As a compliment to Adam? She was my other half; my sun on a dark gloomy day.
"Next time we do something like this I will show you what you mean to me by the thought I put into it." Knowing my words sounded a bit cold, like this outing meant shit to me, but I was really angry at myself for not having more insight on what women needed.
"You did do all that by taking me to a place that you knew I'd enjoy. That meant more to me than all the planning in the world. This was the best…outing I've ever been on. Thank you." As I looked into her eyes I was shocked to see the sincere truth behind her words. She really had a glorious time and here I was belittling my efforts and fucking everything up.
"The best outing? Surely you must've had better dates than this." I was completely dumbfounded by her expression. She was such a beautiful woman and surely others had appreciated her so.
"No…" she looked down at her hands nervously before continuing, "I never dated…at all. People in my town always found me awkward and called me crazy Sookie. Most guys…chose to stay away from me. My first real date was the other night with…well you know how well that went. So this would be classified as my second date, if that's what it was."
I stared at her, my expression one of disbelief. "Have you ever had… a boyfriend?" What I really wanted to ask centered around her sex life. Had she ever had sex before? Surely she wasn't still a virgin?
She looked me square in the eyes and somehow very intuitively read my thoughts. "If your askin' what I think your askin', the answer is no…I have not."
My jaw fucking dropped open, not believing what she had just told me. "You're a virgin?" I whispered in utter disbelief. Had there ever been a virgin stripper? The idea was completely shocking and my dick twitched to life standing half mast when I thought of the possible prospect. It had been many years since I deflowered a girl and being able to penetrate my Sookie was so much of a fucking turn on.
"Yes, you don't hate me do you?" she asked casting her eyes downward.
"Hate you?" I was appalled that she thought I could hate her after such an honest confession. "Why would I hate you? In fact, that is such a fucking unbelievable turn on. I'm just glad that we held off so your first time with me could be special; that is, if you want your first time to be with me?" I looked at her waiting for an answer almost panicked that she'd deny me, telling me to fuck off. I wasn't ready for any shit like that. Something about my Temptress burned a fire within my soul and it was a feeling that I wanted to explore.
"I wouldn't want my first time to be with anyone but you Eric," she purred almost with a hum to her voice that sent a vibration straight through to my cock. She had already shared so much of her body with me and I felt privileged that she'd allow me this great treasure. Her bestowing her virginity on me was like giving me a flawless diamond in an exquisite jeweled setting that I was determined to treasure for all eternity, worshiping it in reverence. My Mighty Huntress deserved nothing less than my devotion and veneration.
I grasped her hand in mine feeling the warmth of her touch as I pulled out of the parking lot. This time as the silence droned on I didn't stress over it feeling the need to fill it with chatter. I heightened my senses for the subtle variations of sound over the purr of the engine. Her shallow breathing, her pulsating hand in mine, the slight movement of her hair, the rise and fall of her exquisite chest and the surreal half smile of contentment captivated me as I drove back to the club. These facets of her mannerisms clung to my consciousness as I memorized every detail about her. Again I was caught in wonderment of my thorough observation of her, never having concerned myself with such things before. But Sookie was different; not only did she charm me by her purely innocent antics, but she delivered my soul from the turmoil of a darkened abyss.
We pulled into Hooligans parking lot only a few minutes later and it had filled up with people. It was twenty minutes to three and by looking at the cars I knew that the Pin-Striped Jackass hadn't arrived yet.
I needed a minute away from her and knew that once we entered the club I'd probably have it. We exited the car and I was quiet, plotting my next move. I opened the club door for her and we both stepped inside.
The bisexual motherfucker was on stage strutting his stuff and I excused myself claiming that I needed to find Claude. My excuse was basically true; I had to talk to him about Friday night's show, using Sookie as my prop. He had to approve that shit and probably watch our performance too, but I had an entirely different reason for wanting to sneak away. I had to make a phone call, and not just to anyone, but the woman who offered to suck me off the night before, Sloppy Seconds.
First I popped my head into Claude's office and it was empty. I figured that he was probably working out in the gym. Slipping inside undetected I reached into his desk. The drawer was locked but with a quick flip of a paperclip I had it open. Grabbing Arlene's employee file, I scanned her information and memorized her phone number. Slipping the file back in the drawer I securely locked it again.
Stepping back out of the office I casually walked towards the gym to find Claude. On my way, I pulled my phone out and stored Arlene's digits.
Claude was running on the treadmill when I opened the door.
"Hey, can I ask you something about Friday night's show?"
"Shoot. You have something worked up for the Halloween special?"
"Sookie and I worked on an act today. I think the only way for it to really work would be for her to play an audience member that I pick out of the crowd. I don't think it would come off as well if we staged the entire thing, so that would mean that she would need Friday night off because she couldn't go back to waiting tables after the performance."
"How does Sookie feel with losing a night of work?"
"She didn't protest. Actually, she probably hasn't even thought about the lack of pay. I was planning to give her my tips for that performance to help make up the difference." Claude hit the stop button on the treadmill to gap at me with one eyebrow raised. I tried to look as nonchalant as possible by shrugging my shoulders and continuing with, "It is the least I could do for her missing a night of work because of me."
"I have to see this award winning routine that the two of you cooked up. I'm assuming that you don't want to do it now with the crowd upstairs?"
"No, if at all possible maybe either tonight after everyone books out of here or earlier in the day tomorrow before everyone shows up."
Claude grimaced when I mentioned the word earlier. "Tonight after the show; stick around and we'll see if it's hot enough for her to miss a night of work." He stepped off the treadmill all the while shooting side glances at me. Before he could further bombard me with questions I departed from the room.
Needing a quiet corner I popped my head in the locker room hoping to find it empty. It was.
Taking a deep breath I framed what exactly I wanted to say to Sloppy Seconds. I had to begin with something I never imagined saying to that slut; I'm sorry. If I couldn't squeak the apology out she'd never come. I'd have to feign sincerity in order for my diabolical plan to work.
Flipping my phone out of my pocket, I dialed her number. I silently thanked the Lord I paid an extra monthly charge to have my number blocked from caller-ID. Sloppy Seconds picked up on the second ring.
"Hello?"
"Arlene, this is Eric."
"What do you want? I have it in half a mind to hang up on you."
"I'm actually calling because I…regret what happened last night." The word regret was the closest I could get to stomaching an apology to that bitch. I quickly rushed through my next line, "I wanted to make a peace offering. We have to work together and I didn't want my actions from last night to put a strain on our working relationship. I wanted to let you know that a photographer will be here shortly to photograph the female strippers. I heard the buzz from the ladies that the exec that's running the show is, and I quote, 'steamy'. I thought you would…appreciate the heads up."
That was all I needed to say as I tossed her the bait. She gushed on, "Oh, how thoughtful of you. Pay it no mind what happened last night. It was my fault really. See you soon." She hung up on me before I even got the chance to hang up on her. With a devilish smirk on my face I went upstairs to watch Sookie as she posed for the camera.
I was relieved to note that the camera crew had just arrived and nothing had started yet. Scanning the room for Sookie my anger flared as I saw her trapped in the corner by none other than the Pin-Striped Jackass.
Striding over to her like a knight in shining armor I interrupted their conversation by saying, "Sookie, I've been looking all over for you." I gently glided her away as she quickly waved him goodbye which half resembled her flipping him off. Stifling a laugh I pulled her out of his claws and into my arms quietly off into a corner.
She buried her face into my chest saying, "Where were you? I thought you deserted me." Even though we were firmly fixed in the shadows and everyone was busy mulling about their own business one pair of eyes heatedly gazed at the two of us in loathing anger. The Pin-Striped Jackass couldn't tear his eyes away from us. I took this as my one opportunity to gloat. Staring over Sookie I smirked at him as I let my hand trail down her back. A furious expression crossed his face and his hands balled into fists. Jackass indeed!
Whispering into Sookie's ear, knowing that I had diverted my attention from her far too long, I said, "Never. I'd never desert you. Come; let's see what scandalous outfit Claudine wants you to wear."
Leading her at first by the hand; then, remembering where we were I quickly dropped it as we headed off to find Claudine. She, of course, was not hard to locate as sharp banging penetrated the wall echoing through the lounge. All the ruckus came from the costume room. I couldn't even fathom what could possibly have made all that racket, until I saw the condition of the room.
The doors were forced open with chairs and clothes leaked all the way out into the hallway. Abercrombie and Fitch was standing back, outside the doorway.
"I'd stay back if I were you," she warned.
"What the-" but I was cut off by a flying heeled red leather boot that apparently had a pilot's license as it was launched into the air only missing my head by mere inches. "Fuck!" slipped out of my mouth as I managed to dodge the flying object.
"I did try to warn you," Fitch snickered with a chuckle. "When Claudine's on the warpath for the perfect outfit you just have to stand back or you're liable to get hit."
Sookie lunged forward and my protective instinct kicked in grabbing her arm, granted she was only in danger of getting hit by clothes, but heeled boots could surely land her in the hospital. She tried to wiggle out of my grasp, but I wasn't having it. Claudine was dangerous and Sookie with her lack of self-preservation was walking right into a minefield.
"Sookie, you can't go in there. Let her do her thing and when it's safe, you can go in," I pleaded with her. Fitch on the other hand was laughing her ass off.
"Aw, aren't you sweet Eric, protecting our dear Southern Belle from a flying bra. How manly of you. A modern day Rhett Butler, sweeping a woman off her feet with your impeccable manner and ill repute reputation," she declared in her heaviest Southern accent while trembling with laughter.
My Mighty Huntress laughed right along with Fitch as I stood there unsure of what to do. Gazing at Sookie, my attention solely focused on her, I didn't see the bustier before it smacked me right alongside my head. Fitch fell to her knees doubled over with laughter as Sookie fell to the floor herself.
"He…really was…saving you from a…bra," Pam gasped out in between laughing. "The rhinestones might have… done you some…damage Sookie," she continued through bursts of laughter with her bad imitation of a hick with a Southern drawl.
My anger flared at the two women rolling on the ground. I didn't know whether to storm off or pick Sookie up, throwing her over my shoulder to haul her to my dressing room.
"Ah, ha!" Claudine shouted as the tornado of clothing desisted. My Huntress and Fitch stopped their ridiculous laughter and picked themselves up off the floor. I ventured in first for fear of the whirling tornado of deadly clothes to start back up again.
The room looked worse than after a hurricane hit. The only thing missing in this disaster was the excess water. Clothes literally hung from the ceiling as they got caught in the rafters. Not an inch of floor space showed as everything was strewed all about the room. Nothing was left on the rack, in fact, not even a single hanger hung on the clothing bar. If there had been any windows in the room no doubt they'd be all broken. Whoever planned the costume room with interior walls surely had Claudine in mind. Nothing was in its place and I wondered who the poor schmuck was that got to clean it up.
Claudine whirled around finally noticing that she wasn't alone. "I found it," she squealed eyeing Sookie with a scrap of fabric in her hands. She didn't even look fazed or remotely remorseful at the disaster she caused. In fact, she didn't even look conscious that she even caused such a mess in the name of clothing.
"Found what, exactly," Sookie spoke, her voice shaking as she eyed Claudine wearily.
"What you need to wear for the photo shoot."
"Is that the entire outfit?" Sookie asked in disbelief.
"Yes, it's a two piece," Claudine added so matter-of-factly as she separated the scraps of pink lacy fabric. Both items in her hand looked more like threads than actual clothing and I felt my anger heat up when I thought of that sleazy jackass seeing her in almost nothing at all.
Sookie touched the fabric and I was tempted to take it in my grasp and have it magically fall apart with just a flick of my wrist. Knowing Sookie though, she'd probably be upset with me for ruining the outfit even though she had no desire to wear it at all.
"Let me just find the shoes…" Claudine said as she turned back around all perception that she wasn't alone completely gone from her mind. I hurried Sookie out of the room before the killer heels started flying once again.
"You can dress in my dressing room as long as I can watch," I whispered into her ear. Not even waiting for her response I pulled her along, anxious for a private viewing of the band-aid Claudine deemed worthy of an acceptable outfit.
Shuffling her into my dressing room I quickly shut the door behind me.
"Are you sure this is a good idea Eric? What if someone sees?" she asked as she placed her hands on my chest with a mischievous glint in her eye.
"Frankly, Sookie, I don't give a damn," I copied in my best Southern Rhett Butler accent.
Her eyes lit up in amazement at my words. "Why, Eric, I do declare that you've seen my favorite movie? Maybe you'd be a dear and help poor ol' me out of these burdening clothes," she feigned innocence as she twirled her hair with one finger prancing around shaking her booty.
Deliciously inviting! I couldn't help myself for a second longer before I launched myself at her with my rocket at full attention.
Grabbing her from behind, I wrapped my arms around her, nipping and kissing her shoulder as I gracefully relieved her of her heavy burdened top. "Would you like me to relieve you of this Sookie?" I asked while toying with her bra line. "It's getting in my way. Let me free you," I breathed into her shoulder as I unclasped her bra. Cupping each of her breasts in the palms of my hand I rolled her nipples around with my fingertips. My lips trailed down her neck as she softly moaned against my touch.
"Eric, I have to get ready. Claudine will be popping in any minute after she finds my shoes."
"Fuck the shoes," I stated as I turned her around to face me, capturing her lips with mine. Her lips were soft and pouty, perfectly shaped and so kissable I could lose myself in them forever. My hands trailed to her waistline as I slowly pulled off her jeans. My mind screamed at me that we'd be discovered if we chose not to stop, but my heart (and my lower head) adamantly disagreed with logic.
Sookie gently patted my chest after she was relieved of her pants. "Eric…" she moaned as she pulled away, "We can't do this now."
Running my fingers through my hair I sighed knowing that she was right. Later, I consoled myself.
She stripped herself out of her panties, and her bare flesh standing before me caused me to groan. Nothing that perfect had ever been touched by these fingers. Every other woman had been tainted, but Sookie was not only pure, but innocent. Stepping back I gave myself a wider girth from the harlot of temptation who wiggled her ass and bounced her boobs as she pulled up her stockings. Only God could bless (or curse) me with a woman who pulled on stockings before her clothing. She seductively smiled knowing damn well what she did to me.
"See something you like?" she purred, throwing my own line back in my face.
"Hell yes and I plan to kiss ever inch of her skin later," I growled right back.
She blushed scarlet and slightly turned away from my watchful eyes as she slipped on the string panties.
"Can you tie this please?" she asked as she turned her back to me to fasten her top. Skillfully I tied the strings behind her neck and around her back. When the top was secured, she turned around and I thought my dick was going to explode. It consisted of a series of pink strings that hugged her breasts tying above her neck and behind her back. A sheer piece of pink lace covered only the top half of her breasts, barely extending down to the nipple while the rest of her lay bare. The round, plump contours of her breast line made me want to attack her, getting my fill of her succulent form. Her luscious breasts called out to me begging to be touched with their erect stance.
Goosebumps trailed down her flesh as I gazed at her with a feral look ready to pounce on my prey. I was practically salivating to touch her as I closed the gap between us. At that moment that scanty outfit didn't have a prayer of surviving my attack.
Knock. Knock.
The tapping on the door brought me out of my primal desire to devour the temptress where she stood. Cursing to myself I was brought back to my senses, remembering exactly where we were.
"Come in," Sookie called, her voice shaking with either guilt or annoyance; I wasn't quite sure.
Thank God it was only Fitch who popped her head in to leer at the both of us. "What have you two been up to? Nothing naughty I hope." Letting herself all the way in she shut the door behind her. Looking down at my straining erection she added, "Eric, you don't have to solute when I enter a room." She paused dramatically to see if either of us would take the bait.
I couldn't resisting teasing her, "I wasn't saluting for you. Only Sookie can make me stand at attention." After the words left my mouth, I cursed myself knowing that I walked right into her trap.
"Apparently in my presence you are always 'at ease'," she smirked as my anger flared referring to the night last week; was it only last week that Fitch and I attempted to have sex? She turned the tables, and the attention, away from me before I could explode with anger. "Sookie, I have your shoes and have come to do your hair. Since this was a last minute thing Marie Star couldn't make it."
Sookie turned her body towards Pam giving her the full effect for the first time. "Holy fuck that is some outfit. No wonder you two were having trouble keeping your heads on straight." She winked at me looking down at my painfully erected cock again. "Yup, definitely having issues thinking with the wrong head," she mumbled under her breath.
This time I just shook my head at her antics. The last thing I wanted her to do was share that embarrassing cuddling experience from last week where I couldn't get it up. She could make as many references to my throbbing cock as she wanted, but none whatsoever about my lack of performance.
Fitch got busy primping and pruning Sookie's hair. No amount of makeup or hair curls could make her any more beautiful than she already was. I knew that I should be doing other things and that I should tear myself away from this room, but I couldn't bring myself to, completely transfixed by the woman laughing in the chair. Several times it occurred to me how suspicious my actions were to onlookers. What if Claudine popped her head in here, or Claude? Could I explain my actions? Would they demand that of me? Probably not, I reasoned with myself. As long as Sookie and I kept everything low key questions wouldn't be raised.
When Fitch was done and Sookie stood up spinning around to give me the full effect I almost came on the spot. She was a vision of a beautiful fairy shimmering with glitter and soft sparkles. The pale pink threads of lace twinkled in the dimmed light as she moved her body. She was sexy as hell and completely equipped with a wand to grant my every desire. She was fucktabulous and every man's version of a wet dream. If only she was dressed like this for the expressed purpose of pleasing me. Panic rose in my belly as I realized she wasn't dressed like this for me, but for a camera under the watchful lecherous glare of the Pin-Striped Jackass.
"What do you think?" Sookie asked spinning slowly in a circle for me, as she let the light dance with the textures on the thin fabric.
"As long as I get a private viewing later," I purred not wanting to let my true thoughts about the outfit show. Fitch chuckled next to me and I had actually forgotten she was there in the room with the radiant presence of Sookie.
"Well isn't that just special," Pam mocked.
Ignoring Pam and unable to resist, I pulled Sookie into my arms. She seemed quite startled at the public display of affection right in front of Pam, but her body relaxed into mine as I placed a chaste kiss upon her lips.
"Hey now, break it up. You're going to smudge Sookie's makeup," Fitch stated as she tried to forcibly separate us by prying her hands between us. A primal urge erupted in me when I saw Fitch's hands on Sookie. She was mine.
Growling at Fitch, Sookie placed her hand over my heart stroking me. Reason returned when I turned my head to look into her eyes.
"Eric, I have to go. They are waiting for me. Promise to watch?" she asked, worried that I had someplace to be.
"Of course I'll watch," I said as I cupped her cheek.
I heard Fitch clear her throat, but I paid her no mind as Sookie kissed my palm before leaving my side and walked out of the dressing room. My heart lurched as she moved away from me and for a moment all I could think about was her retreating form as I plummeted into despair. Feeling my angst-ridden emotions I chastised myself for letting myself feel. Feelings that I didn't know I even had, had ridden to the surface and I wasn't sure I liked the lack of control. She made me feel as powerless as a lost puppy trying to find its way home in the pouring rain. She held my soul within her grasp and with a flick of her wrist, she could crush my spirit. No, I didn't like this utter helpless feeling that consumed me, but yet, I could not make myself turn away as I followed her out the door like a little lost child.
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The lounge was set up with lighting and camera equipment. Amongst all the craziness Claudine was smack in the middle ordering everyone around to and fro. A man with a high powered camera was arguing with her and apparently losing from his wild hand gestures.
My Mighty Huntress walked into the room and all activity appeared to stop. All eyes focused on her as she fought off her urge to conceal herself with her hands and cast her eyes downward.
Bless Fitch for taking some of the tension away, "I could always make a grand entrance," she whispered to Sookie. The cameraman seeming to get a handle on himself walked over to our group.
I noticed the Pin-Striped Jackass off in the corner speaking empathically with Sloppy Seconds though his eyes kept stealing glances in Sookie's direction.
The cameraman said, "You must be the lovely Sookie. I've heard so much about you. I'm Tray Dawson." He was a brute of a man; very tall and built. He was well over six feet, just a hair shorter than me.
"Sookie Stackhouse, nice to meet cha," she said with her Southern charm extended out her hand. He shook it and led her off to the stage. He was very casual with his hand resting on the small of her back, a little too casual. Taking a step forward to rectify that situation, Pam stopped me.
"What?" I barked at her.
"Nothing. I just have to go get dressed for my shoot. Don't do anything stupid to get yourself fired. Maybe you should come with me so you stay out of trouble."
"I'll be fine. I promised her I'd stay and watch."
"Just hang out at one of the tables and don't get your panties in a twist if one of the cameramen has to adjust her stance on stage. You can't afford to go all caveman and get fired over someone adjusting her position. She's quite capable of handling herself."
I simply nodded and knew Fitch was right. Beating back my primal urges to throw 'Wilma' over my shoulder like Fred Flintstone, I sat down at one of the tables intently staring at my woman. The strong urges I felt once again showed me exactly what kind of power she held over me. Without question I would have risked my job just because someone causally touched her back. What kind of a pussy had she whipped me into? In mere days no less!
The first round of shots Sookie sat on the floor on top of a nice fluffy white cushion. Leaning back on one arm she gingerly crossed her one leg over the other as one knee was bent giving off a great view of her fabulous legs. The other hand threaded through her hair as she extended her long graceful neck.
The next one she laid on her stomach with one finger in her mouth and her ankles casually crossed behind her. The cameraman took roles of shots as he told her to experiment with different angles and poses. Modeling professionally I could see that Sookie had it, the factor photographers looked for. Not only was she devastatingly glamorous and sexy, but she could work a camera.
Claudine, Pam, Holly, and Dawn entered the lounge at that moment all dolled up wearing robes. The cameraman took a few extra shots of Sookie before she was excused. I got up from my seat, like her magnetism called to me, as she walked down off the stage. Claudine whispered something to her before the other girls moved onto the stage and Sookie hesitantly walked over to me.
Striding over to her, meeting her halfway, I asked, "Now what?"
"Claudine said that she had something for me to wear in your dressing room. She told me to wear the robe over it." Oh Lord, if there was a robe, whatever scraps of fabric awaited Sookie would be even less than what she was already wearing.
Wanting to warn her I led her out of the room. "Sookie, if there's a robe…" I trailed off, unsure of what I needed to say.
"I know. I already thought of that. I appreciate the sentiment just the same," she whispered quietly.
Sure enough we stepped inside the dressing room to find two inch and a half round stick-on flesh colored nipple covers and a flesh strip that was only about an inch and a half wide to cover her crotch. As she held the objects in her hand I swear she didn't breathing.
"Sookie," I whispered full of concern.
"They're all going to see me in this," she whimpered.
"I've done photo shoots hundreds of times. That's what the robe is for so you aren't baring it all for the camera crew. Most likely you'll shoot with different props obstructing your private areas giving off the appearance that you're naked," I explained trying to comfort her.
"But I am virtually naked in these," she said, holding up the nipple covers.
"I promise you, the cameraman will treat you with dignity or I'll throw him out," I stated thoroughly meaning every word.
"I trust you," she said before stripping down.
She trusted me. The words rang in my mind like the sweetest symphony. Never had a grown woman said that to me who wasn't related to me. Fitch didn't completely trust me, but here, this exquisite virginal woman trusted me.
Knowing that she was self conscious enough, I stood back, restraining my fingers which longed to touch her. Instead, I occupied myself by holding out the robe to her. Once her band-aids were in place she glided the robe on over her shoulders.
I kissed her forehead and then her lips gently before we joined the others in the lounge.
Claudine was on stage with Fitch posing on the bed together. Sookie relaxed a bit as she watched them with their strips of flesh on as they posed for the camera. Everything was professional as Claude waiting on the sidelines with both of their robes in his hand. After each shot he covered the girls as they slipped back into it.
"Will you be up there for me?" she asked.
"If you want me, I'll be there," I told her. It seemed to pacify more of her fears as she nodded. I gently squeezed her hand in reassurance.
The girls were instructed to stay on the stage and the others were to go up. I followed on the stage and stayed on the sidelines along with Claude. He arched his brow at me, but otherwise stayed silent probably wondering when the hell I became a team player.
A few of the girls weren't known for their modesty, Fitch being one of them as she threw her robe at me standing on the stage in only her strips. Dawn also threw her robe to the side.
The photographer positioned the five of them on the bed in various poses. I collected Sookie's robe from her after she was placed on the bed. After all the girls were positioned, Tray stepped back and started snapping pictures of the girls. Giving directives, he instructed them how to move ever so slightly for him to get a better shot.
After he was done with the collective group, he instructed Holly and Dawn to step aside while he took shots of the other three girls. With Sookie in the middle, the girls stood on their knees and sandwiched her, Claudine in front and Fitch behind. Claudine and Sookie's breasts were touching as Tray positioned their hands. Fitch's breasts were grazing against Sookie's back as she held on to her hips. It was a very racy, sexy photograph indeed.
After that shot was completed, Claude brought Claudine her robe and I brought Sookie hers. Fitch bounced off the bed in all her glory as she bent down to pick up her own. The bed was removed from the stage as a red felt wingback chair was rolled onto the stage.
Sookie's first position was lying lengthwise across the arms of the chairs as she covered her breasts with her one arm. Her outer thigh covered her haven as her neck extended back and her right arm grazed the floor. That was the picture I wanted on my nightstand. Her lines were so fucking elegant and her curves smoking. I had no doubt that her innocent, empowering magic would bring gentlemen into the club.
She posed in several other positions on the chair. Some much more racy than others. By the end of the shoot Sookie's confidence in herself had grown significantly. She completely came out of her shell suggesting things that I couldn't even believe.
She laid herself upside down on the chair spreading her legs wide as she covered herself with only her hands. Her neck extended as her hair draped the floor; she looked almost shocked to get caught with her panties down.
When Tray called, "That's a wrap," I swear she looked almost forlorn wanting her few minutes of fame to last. I brought her robe to her as she slipped it over her shoulders.
Everyone chatted as the camera crews cleaned up and got their shit out of there. I noticed that the Pin-Striped Jackass was still off in the corner monopolizing Sloppy Seconds and I thanked the heavens that they hit it off. Amelia surprisingly was speaking to Tray in a very non-businesslike flirty kind of way. She threw her head back in laughter at something he said and swatted him playfully on the arm. Yup, something was definitely in the air.
The doorbell rang and Claude trotted off to get it while I led Sookie back to the dressing room. She slipped back into her jeans and T-shirt. I finally caved into my desires and pulled her to me. Kissing her passionately on the mouth I held her to me not wanting to let her go.
"You were breathtaking," I whispered in between kisses.
"How 'bout I give you a lap dance later," she purred as she swept her hand over my painfully throbbing erection.
"I'd love that," I breathed back before I deepened the kiss.
Knock. Knock.
Groaning I pulled back from her determined to kill whomever it was behind that door.
"Yes," I demanded a bit too forcibly.
"Dinner is here," Claude explained through the door. Thankfully he didn't open it as we were still wrapped in each other's arms.
"Be right there," I answered with less of an edge to my voice than before.
"We better go eat. Later," I promised and she smiled at my intent.
We left the dressing room and headed back into the lounge to eat with the rest of the crew even though I only wanted to take her back into the dressing room and continue where we'd left off.
Eating dinner with my coworkers was a pain in my ass. No longer could I hold or touch Sookie, but had to keep her arm's length. Barely hearing any of the conversation I sat back and picked at my meal. One thing of interest did catch my attention. Sloppy Seconds gushed over her date with the Pin-Striped Jackass Monday night. How convenient Sloppy Seconds got her first date exactly one week after he took Sookie out. Hearing the glorious news severely brightened my mood, knowing that sweet revenge was on its way.
"Alright folks, it's six-thirty and almost time for the doors to open. Let's make it a great night."
I picked up my trash and gathered Sookie's to throw everything away. If people noticed they didn't say a damn thing. I had been so preoccupied with Sookie all day that I hadn't even thought about what numbers I planned on performing tonight. Everything lately had taken a backseat to thoughts of her.
We walked out of the lounge together, but departed at the stairs where she headed down. I in turn, went to my dressing room where her fragrant smell still lingered. How the fuck could I even concentrate when she permeated every surface with her scent? Grumbling to myself, I planned my night out. Every evening we had a specific timed order. The first number was always a group routine. Hoyt always did the second act because he was more of a quick changer than Claude or I. We followed the same sequence every night just changed up our routines. Looking over my lists I picked a few things I hadn't done in a while and organized my shit for the night.
Victor popped in requesting my songs and costumes for the show. Most of my clothing was kept in my dressing room because I would never mingle my things in the monstrosity Claudine deemed worthy of a costume room. Primarily it was the ladies things that were kept in there because at the moment they didn't have permanent changing areas. The winds of change were coming though as Sookie posed for those pictures. Once male fans boomed, more nights would be designated to the women. The men only had more nights since I was hired as the female population in the area flocked. That was all about to shift because of Sookie.
Having a few minutes to myself before the show started, I flipped out my phone and dialed an all too familiar number.
"Hello," breathed the voice on the other end.
"Felipe, I need your services," I responded as I unfolded my plan of redemption.
A/N: For those who like clothing links I have them below, just take out the spaces. If they don't work here I did post them on my profile. Sorry this chapter took forever. Sookie fought with me the entire time because I wanted to stir things up, but she begged to have her relationship with Eric going strong. I relented and let her win. You guys know I love angst, but Sookie outright refused to let me do it, so I came up with a happy alternative.
Please check out my one-shot Marlboro Man for the Cowboy contest. I promise there is no angst and lots of moonlight lovin'.
Thanks again to Charverv for Beta'ing me and congrats on graduating. Any and all mistakes here are mine because I love to fuck with the text even after she gives it back.
Please show me some lovin' and tell me what you think. BTW, there will not be a Sookie POV to go with this chapter. Since they were together the entire time I really don't have anything else to add. Sookie is up next though because details are her thing and they have to 'show' Claude their routine.
Anyone have any idea who Felipe might be? Why the heck would Eric want Arlene and Bill together? How do you think Sookie should react when she finds out that Eric left Arlene on the side of the road?
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