New collab coming in extra hot from PearlyFox and DaniDarlingxx!
We've been working on this on and off for a little while now, but inspiration struck and we decided to let yall have it!
Sorry for the unattainable fantasy. ;)
No beta, so any remaining mistakes are ours. Posting will happen every SINday.
Enjoy, sluts. ;)
Chapter One: Rose
I'm in the middle of an excruciatingly painful pole move, the bruises from rehearsal still prominent even though I'm wearing thinly woven fishnets underneath my outfit tonight, when another round of poor, old bachelors walks in. They're fucking rowdy and there's five of them. By the looks of them, and sensing by the time they walked through the doors, they probably already went drinking somewhere else, lost the other half of the party along the way. I was willing to bet my left tit for the fact that it was the best man who suggested they come here. I spot the guy wearing a 'last-chance-at-freedom' T-shirt, identifying him as the groom of the lot before my thigh locks around the metallic pole and my body swings around it to the beat of another mindless pop song.
"Baby, get me some duct tape, will you?" I mutter, passing Bella — my girlfriend in the hallway to the dressing room. I call her 'Baby,' I always have, but it's also her stage name. My girl's got it all: the long, thick dark hair and matching set of deep, soulful eyes and luscious pout, the slender and long legs — smooth and flawless, always bare. Bella returns with a roll of black tape, and hands it to me, her eyes questioning.
"My heel broke — again," I explain. She lets me lean onto her shoulder as I try to remove my foot from the clear, acrylic contraption that has lasted me two years here.
Irritation spikes as my song ends, my stupid shoe cutting into the money I could have earned, but I'm only worried about it for a second since I know I'll make it back. Especially with Baby by my side. She's looking so fucking delicious, playing into her name with a baby pink mesh set and the Pleaser's I got her for Christmas with the pink glitter floating in water in the platforms. Picture of fucking innocence with frosty sparkles on her lids and lashes that I'd kill for. The bitch doesn't even need falsies. Her lips are touched with just the right amount of gloss and I know without tasting that it's cherry. It's taking everything in me not to suck every last bit of it off her.
She's up next, though, and Aro would kill me if I did, but fuck him if he thinks I'm not gonna give my girl a good luck kiss before she heads on stage.
"You seen the bachelor party coming in?" Bella asks. I nod, roll my eyes at her. She knows what I mean, because those kinds of nights always end with money shoved into Aro's — the club owner's hand in exchange for the fucking VIP room. I say 'fucking' in every sense of the word. Generally, we don't mind because Aro knows Baby and Cherry are a package deal. There's no one without the other — it's the one rule we set for ourselves, for them. It's kind of a safety measure, because you never know what kind of man comes strolling in. Plus, if my baby gets fucked — I want to be there to see it happen, see the look on her pretty little doll face.
Jake, the DJ, announces my girl to the stage, so I give her a quick kiss and a wink.
"Get your hot ass out there, and I'll check 'em out from back here. Get us a game plan."
She nods and gives me one of her demure little smiles that I swear to the gods make my heart fall right out of my pussy. She kills me, that girl. I'm one lucky bitch.
She doesn't even have to do much on stage to get the big tips, although she can dance better than most of us. But as much as I want to watch her, I watch the table of men instead. They're all in good spirits, obviously. The Bachelor is a cute little blond and even though he's putting on a good show, I've seen that guilty look in his eyes too many times. Pussy-whipped fucker is stupid in love and wants nothing more than to go home to his soon-to-be bride. Cute, but not where the money is at.
Scanning down the line, there's a clean-cut dark-skinned guy, but he has his eye on Diamond. Jokes on him, she only waits tables. Then, next to him is a quiet looking lanky guy, dirty blond hair to his shoulders. He's a little scruffy, but he's also hella nervous. Sometimes the quiet ones are the best; best fucks, biggest tippers. And sometimes they're the most boring. I'll keep my eye out.
It's the two on the end that really catch and hold my eye. Even sitting down, you can tell they're both tall. They're both absolutely covered in tats and I can't help the grin that spreads when I think about my bare-skinned-baby wrapped up in three inked bodies. Part of me hopes we luck out and only get the two of them. That we're not roped into some gang bang shit when the other three clearly aren't into it.
It's no fun when they're not into it.
One guy has a head of deliciously messy hair that's an odd color in the lights of the club. Sometimes it's full-on red, sometimes it's brown, and sometimes it's more blonde. He's thinner, but fit, decked in black from head to toe, his ink crawling up his neck and down over his knuckles and the light shining off his lip ring.
The guy next to him is fucking massive. Bulging muscles aren't typically my type but they look good on him. They're not so big he looks like he tries too hard, but he certainly fucking takes care of himself. His hair is black, his eyes dark, and he gives the impression that he would both cuddle a sleeping kitten and choke you while calling you a slut and pounding your pussy all in the same day.
They're fucking hot, and I want them.
But the red-head snakes his arm around the waist of the big guy, leaning his chin on his shoulder and whispering something a little too intimately for them to just be pals.
Fucking. Jackpot.
When Baby comes off the stage, I'm excited, pulling her onto my lap when she tries to walk past me.
"Ugh, Cher, stop, I'm all sweaty and gross."
"Don't give a fuck," I bury my face in her neck to prove my point, running my tongue all the way up to her ear. "They're gay, baby. You know what that means. We get them in the VIP room and it'll be the easiest fucking money we've ever made. Maybe we'll get lucky and they'll let us watch."
My sweet girl. Her bright eyes turn to me and her smile lights up her whole fucking face. "Next time I'm dancing I want you to go work your magic for me, yeah? I'm pretty sure the others are barely interested, but you need to get those two ready for us. When I'm done, I'll come seal the deal," I tell her.
Baby bites down on her lip, knowing damn well how fucking crazy that drives me. My eyes narrow, heat flaring at how badly I want to spread her open right here in front of everyone. But I'll make her wait. She's always so much fucking sweeter when I make her wait.
"Be a good girl and Daddy will take real good care of you later. I'll fuck your pussy so hard you'll wish one of them was around to save you."
-X-
I'm hitting the part of the night where I'm on fire. The music is thumping through my chest, the adrenaline coursing through my veins. Every eye on the room is on me, and I fucking love it. Baby is working the floor, picking a few lucky folks that will get a dance from us when I'm done on stage. I'm so proud of her, she's really come to life since I sank my teeth into her, both figuratively and literally.
She walked into the club a small little scared thing, with her big, brown, Bambi eyes and her pouty lips that looked like they were perpetually begging. She was petrified, but I could smell it from across the room. There was a spark in her, just waiting to be ignited. A sexy little minx waiting for someone to give her the permission to embrace that part of her. I wanted to be the one to light her up.
It took some time. At first I would lure her into some dances with me, give myself an excuse to run my hands over her soft skin. That's why she got to keep the name Baby. It started out just because she was the newest dancer, the 'baby stripper' of the group, but once everyone got a touch of that smooth skin she was Baby permanently.
I protected her from the others, the veterans that liked to take advantage of the newbies, and I taught her everything I knew. The right looks, the hottest moves, how to work through your period, how to handle the sleazeballs that don't abide by the no touch rule. And then one night, when the tips were high and there wasn't a vacant seat in the place, I kissed her. I slipped my fingers into the thick hair at the base of her skull and drove my tongue in so deep she nearly choked.
My girl fucking loved it.
I drop to my knees and crawl to the edge of my stage—that's right, it's fucking mine and everyone here knows it. Baby is only two tables away, but I lean back on my ass and spread my legs wide, my red thong glistening with how hot my girl makes me, and I beckon her closer with my finger. She's all smiles for me, eyes bright while her hips sway, giving the men behind her a show of that delectable ass when I know it's me she'll be coming home to.
When she reaches me, my hands go straight for that ass, my lips nipping at hers between kisses.
"You having a good night, Baby?" I ask, reveling in the cat-calls around us, the bills raining down on us.
Her dainty little hands run up my thighs, her nails digging at the fishnets. "I'm having a great night, watching you in these. These are hot."
"Mmhm," I grab her hair, wrapping it around my hand and pulling hard, loving how she laughs when the pain hits. "Yeah, and if you put a run in them, I'll be blistering that hot little ass tonight."
The bachelor party is losing their mind, the big one standing and pressing his forefinger and pinky between his lips to whistle. Fucking Neanderthal.
"Maybe that's all the more reason for me to," she teases, licking her lips. She loves this shit. Every second of it. And I fucking love her for it.
"Behave and go show the boys a good time, baby." It's not a request and she fucking knows it, reinforcing my point when I turn her around and give her a little shove, patting her ass as she goes.
"Cherry! Quit fucking off and get back to dancing!" Aro yells from behind the bar.
"Do me a favor and suck a dick, Aro. I got a new strap that would look so pretty in that filthy mouth." I blow him a kiss and he shakes his head, knowing full well that Baby and I bring him more money than any of the others combined. We're not going anywhere.
By the time my legs are wrapped back around the pole, Baby is bent over backwards at the table of the bachelor's, her back arched while her hands run up her stomach and cup her bare tits. They're eating out of the palm of her hands, but they always do. One of the girls brings over a round of shots, and she takes one from the tray along with a lime wedge and the salt.
I love watching her like this. So fucking free, and I'm the one that made her that way; the one that made her realize it's okay to let go.
The thinner guy with the strange colored hair and the lip ring takes ahold of her wrist and sucks, sprinkling the salt and passing it to the big guy next to him, which is a little fucking weird, but whatever. He does the honors of pouring the shot in her bellybutton, too, but it's the bigger guy that carries the shot out. He licks her wrist, takes a little too fucking long swirling the alcohol out of her bellybutton with his tongue, then he takes the lime wedge from between her lips.
When he drops the lime, it's the copper-haired guy that takes its place, their lips colliding greedily.
For a second I see a glimpse of the old Baby, the one who didn't quite know what to do in any sort of sexually charged situation. After all, it's not exactly typical to get gay men in the club, but whatever gets their rocks off I guess. Still, I remember clearly what my girl was like that first time I brought her home.
— six months ago —
It's fucking late by the time Aro lets us go home. My skin is on fire, partly from the alcohol after-hours but mainly from the searing hot kiss I had with Baby on stage — and backstage … and in the bathroom.
Carrying a wallet full of hundred dollar bills, I'm blissfully aware of the deep brown eyes that stare a fucking hole in my back.
"What's the matter, Baby?" I throw over my shoulder, looking for my car keys. Baby carries a shit ton of stuff in a giant rolling suitcase. That's more than just her stripper bag, I can tell.
"Do you know if I can crash here? Like, backstage or something? I don't have anywhere to go since my ex kicked me out."
My eyes grow large.
"No fucking way." I shake my head and walk back to the back door of the club, forcing the handle of her suitcase out of her hands before I take it and trail it behind me. It's fucking heavy, too. Instead of following me and her suitcase, she just stands there — all angel-eyes and innocence. All Baby. "What are you waiting for?" I ask. Her head snaps up, glitter still on her face from frolicking on stage. "Come on, Baby. Gaining daylight here." It's fucking five in the morning and I want to take a shower and go to bed.
"Oh, okay." She's so fucking cute it hurts to look at her like this. Like she's not worthy of anything, just because of a fucking guy.
When we get to my apartment, I drop my leather jacket over one of the kitchen chairs. I watch as Baby does the same and sit down on the counter for a better view of her ass as he unties the laces of a pair of battered Vans.
"Want a drink?" I ask.
"I'd rather have a shower, if you don't mind," she smiles. Before the sacred words of 'save water, shower together' slip from my mouth, I tell her it's the first door on the right. I fail to tell her the towels are in my bedroom. She'll have to find out the hard way.
I listen as clothes hit the floor and the shower starts. I imagine her standing there, in front of the mirror as she takes off the caked-on makeup we wear on stage. I try not to imagine the way the water cascades down her body when I hear the pattern of falling water change, telling me she stepped in. It takes every fucking ounce of control not to go in there and ask her if she needs help lathering her back.
Baby showers fast, and I hear her sigh when she gets out, probably glad she washed off the sweat and glitter from the club, mixed with the stench of stale beer and sleazy dudes.
By the time she sticks her head out of the bathroom, wet locks dripping on my tiles, I smirk. "What's the matter, Baby? Did you forget anything?" I smile. A rosy flush colors her cheekbones. She looks at least a couple years younger without the stripper get-up and natural, wavy hair, weighed down and darker from the water saturating it.
Her alabaster skin is slick and glowy, and I catch a glimpse of her bare ass in the bathroom mirror. Fuck, she's so hot and she doesn't even know it.
"Can I get a towel, please?" She's so polite, too. I move my head so my hair covers my face. So she can't see the gloating expression on my face.
"They're in the bedroom. Bottom drawer, under my lingerie." I say. I turn around and lean against the kitchen table. My legs are cold and sore, but I can't miss this show. I don't want to, not in a million fucking years. I know I'm being a tad cruel, but she's got to learn to speak up if she doesn't like something. That's exactly what I'm going to fucking do to her. I'm going to teach her. All sorts of things, all night — I hope.
Bella's eyes darted from me to the hallway where my bedroom is. She's unsure of her next move, I can tell. Suddenly, she's wearing her mask — the one she continuously wears at work. It's the stage face with the pouty smile and the lip bite that drives everyone crazy — including me.
She opens the door, flashing me — full-fucking-frontal, without a care in the world. She's gonna learn real quick that you can't do that shit around me. Not in my own home.
I'm not just a girl friend, Baby. I'm the fucking King.
After she runs a hand through her long, luscious locks, she walks away — dripping wet all over my freshly-scrubbed floors, leaving me baffled in the kitchen.
"Rose?" She asks. When I enter my bedroom, she's got one hand on her tiny fucking waist and her perky little tits pushed out as her hip leans against my dresser. She's presenting herself on a silver fucking platter for me and I'm not about to deprive myself of some delicious meal.
"Hmm?" I walk closer to her, watch her stare at me — at my tits that sit high in my tank top, pushed up by my bra.
"Like what you see, Baby?" I ask her. I'm cocky, crossing my arms in front of my chest. That only makes my cleavage pop more, her blush more furious than ever, fanning down low on her chest, nipples so hard I want nothing more than suck them until she screams.
"I'm a little cold." She chuckles.
"I can see that." I trail a finger down her arm and watch her abs flex at my touch. She's fucking loving this, I can tell.
"Want me to heat you up a little?" Bella gazes up at me through thick, natural lashes. She looks like the epitome of innocence. I can't wait to change that… have her eyes roll back as her nails dig into my scalp while I fuck her senseless with my tongue. I want to taste her, I want her sitting in my face, to feel her strong slender thighs pressing against me as she lets go and rides my face. I bet that would warm her up a little…
I lean down for her, bend down at the waist like I'm seducing a dude in the club, but I know she's watching me. She does all the time, but doesn't want to admit it to herself.
When I give her the towel, I make sure to brush her chest with my forearm. Accidentally, or not. She takes a deep intake of breath and stares at the towel in my hands.
"You don't want it, baby? You'd rather get in bed all wet? Dripping over my sheets?" I whisper, my lips just inches away from her ear. A shudder runs through her but I bet it's not from the cold.
Baby bites her lip in the most sinful way; the way that makes me want to devour her, bury my tongue in her mouth until she's suffocating.
"Rose…" She shakes her head, her arm draping over her tight stomach, clutching on the curve of her waist.
"Don't do that, baby." I say, my voice hoarse and panties ruined at the sight of her.
"Do what?" She's all wide-eyed and doe-like and my last resolve is crumbling. I'm aching to touch her.
"Hide. You're fucking gorgeous." My eyes glide over her form, her hunched over posture and I put my hands on her shoulders, making her straighten up. Her skin burns through the palms of my hands.
"Hardly. You're the gorgeous one here — obviously." She remarks, a little secretive smile playing at her fuck-me lips.
"My, oh, my… Baby, are you flirting with me? Because quite frankly, that's entirely optional… You don't have to shower me with pretty words, I'm already there," I admit.
"Where?" Bella cocks her head to the side. I mumble some sort of crossover between 'fuck' and 'fuck me' before I cradle the back of her head in my hand. I nestle my fingers deep into her deep, dark, wet hair and pull, exposing her long, slender neck.
"Right fucking here, baby. A fucking puddle at your fucking feet." I grumble, crashing my lips onto hers. Baby's taste is glorious, a mixture of spearmint toothpaste and fucking heaven. She sighs into my mouth, a little unsure before my hand relaxes, slides down her cheek as I cup her face. I'm being so fucking gentle it's like I'm someone else.
I moan as her little wet tongue comes out to play, licking my bottom lip before she gently tugs it with her teeth. I can't hold back anymore now. She's let the beast out to play.
Without so much of a warning, I lift her fucking small frame onto my dresser, and she gasps as our lips leave each other, red and puffy. One set of lips I've devoured…
"You have no fucking clue, do you?" I ask her playfully, running two fingers down her throat, in between her tits. I'm marvelled at her responding flesh as goosebumps rise everywhere I touch her.
"'Bout what?" She breaths, my hands busy — cupping her cute ass, her perky tits. I press them together, run my tongue in between the cleavage I created. Bella leans her head back, crashing against the drywall behind her.
"You're fucking teasing ways… Walking around looking at me with those eyes like that, swaying that perfect, round ass in my face, kissing me for show at work." I bite her left nipple and cream my panties at her groan.
"I swear to God, if you don't want me to eat your pussy six ways to fucking Sunday, you'll have to stop me now." I say, crouching down, my hands on both her knees — spreading her. Baby's chest is heaving with each of her tiny little pants. She's as hot for me as I am for her.
"Rose, wait…" She puts her hand in my hair so I'll look up at her. "I— I've never done this before." Right… Baby has known nothing but mediocre dick in her life.
"You've never had your precious pussy licked, baby?" I say slyly.
"Of course I have… Just not by a girl." She's so fucking cute I swear I'm going to combust. I bite my lip, eyes lingering on her smooth — wet, perfect pussy.
"Forget everything you thought was good, Baby. I'm going to rock your fucking world."
When I put my mouth on her, I spread her legs even further — hear her gasp when my tongue tickles her swollen clit. I moan at her taste, her soft skin; fucking baby smooth everywhere.
Baby's hot, warm, the scent of my vanilla body wash lingers on her skin. I lick her slow, deliberately missing her clit as I lap up her wetness; all for me.
"Oh, fuck." Hearing Bella curse is rare, so rare it's hot. I hum against her pussy, feel her dripping down my fucking chin before I add a finger to the mix. She's so hot, tight and she wants more, so I give it to her. I fuck her hard with three fingers, hit her deep and up — it only takes me one shot to find Bella's happy place. I lift my head to watch her, her long and slender fingers curled over the edge of the wooden dresser, the muscles in her thighs flexing as I keep working her closer to her orgasm. I smirk and caress her smooth calf with my free hand and lift her leg onto my shoulder. She pulls me down using it, instantly, until I'm kissing her swollen clit again and she's throwing her head back against the mirror on the wall.
"R—Rose, fuck! I'm gonna come…" I put my hands on her upper thighs, nails digging into her pale skin, leaving red marks as I draw her closer to me, keeping my grip on her strong, lean thighs as I bury my face into her pussy. She surprises me by putting her other leg on my shoulder as well, holding me in a chokehold. Fucking minx.
Baby pants shallow breaths and utters high-pitched, breathy moans that make my clit throb and they only grow louder and more aggressive. I play with her lips, suck her clit and bite down gently before I dive my tongue inside her wet little cunt. Oh yes, she fucking loves it. Baby's into biting.
Once she starts chanting 'fuck' over and over again and she moves her hips against my face, I know she's done for. She comes hard, a fuckhot moan falling from her lips. I give her slit one more long, languid lick before she flinches at the sensitivity and pulls back with a smirk on her beautiful face. I stand in between her parted legs once she drops them from my shoulders and grip her by the back of her head. Bella's all over my face, but she kisses me back without hesitation.
"You like that, Baby? Tasting yourself on my lips?" She hums a response that I don't hear exactly but I don't care. Her actions tell me more than enough. She didn't like it. She fucking loved it.
As she kisses me again, she tugs on the hem of my tank top, and I let her take it off. She looks at me as if doesn't see me naked every day, eyes lingering at my pierced nipples through sheer lace, and the ink that swirls around the skin of my stomach and disappears into my leggings.
"You're so beautiful," she breathes, fingering the strap of my bra until it falls down my bicep. Her touch is feathery soft, like she's afraid to break me or something. I see her stare at my tits, her fingers tracing the lace trim that covers them, so gently I barely even feel it. I cover her hand with mine and show her how I like it. Hard and heavy. She gets the message and massages my tit, her thumb brushing my nipple.
"Sorry," she breathes, cheeks red with a blush.
"For what?" Baby doesn't take her eyes off my rack. I get it, they're natural and DD — my money makers at the club.
"I don't know what I'm doing, Rose," she admits. She's so fucking cute I want to kiss her, so I do. I give her a real kiss, not one of those sappy lesbo kisses they scatter around on Pornhub. No, I go in with fucking passion, feral and full of fire. Because girls like it rough, too.
She instantly melts against my body, her bare tits pressing into mine. Baby moans like a fucking whore when I lick the length of her neck and put my hand around her throat. Yeah baby. You told me about your ex. This was the only thing you liked about the guy.
What can I say? I'm a fucking woman, I'm attentive. I listen. I eat pussy like a champion. What's not to like, right?
