Chapter 6 - Candyland
John Locke came through on his promise, not only with the new ID's, but with a trail of bread crumbs that might lead to Montgomery Wyatt, also known as Anthony Cooper.
"His real name is Anthony Cooper, huh?" James smirked.
"Apparently so." John confirmed.
"I didn't even know his fake last name was Wyatt 'til now. How did you get all this stuff?"
John shrugged. "It's easy. I know some police in the area, guys I served with before I got injured. They owe me all sorts of favors."
"Thank you, John." said Juliet. "This is amazing. Are you sure you're covered?"
"I wiped the query history after I printed it out," John said. "In case anyone with those names is found dead in the near future."
He was teasing, of course, evidenced by that impish smile of his. James forced a chuckle.
"Definitely not the plan," James assured him. "He just owes me some money, is all…"
Juliet was enamored with her new driver's license. Juliet LaFleur. They shared a last name now. It was fake, but so were their alibis. Even Helen let out an awww when she saw the matching cards.
They could pretend to be siblings, if it ever came to that. For appearance's sake.
Helen hated to see Juliet and her handsome friend leave so soon. But Helen knew that her cousin had inherited their family's restless spirit, masked by a poise and outward reserve that allowed Juliet to move through life as she pleased.
"Don't do anything too wild," Helen begged as they said their goodbyes.
"Define too wild." Juliet said.
Helen gave Juliet a look, and a resigned chuckle came out through her nose.
"You'll know it when you see the inside of a jail cell…"
Juliet grinned at her cousin, and then crouched next to John's wheelchair so she could give him a kiss on the cheek and look him in the eye.
"I'll see you next time, handsome."
"Hopefully soon," he said. "You're always welcome here."
"I promise I won't ask for fake ID's next time."
"I'll have some ready just in case."
John hit her with his dimpled smile one more time. The gals in that family really did have a type.
"You take care of our girl," Helen told James. She gave him a tight hug goodbye, and even rubbed his arm a little on the way out of it. Her unconditional, motherly love felt as home-y as her house did.
"As long as she keeps me around," James replied. "I'm hers."
Juliet punctuated his statement by clasping his hand in hers.
"Your turn to drive." she said, pulling him gently toward the parked car.
Helen watched them drive off, waving one more time. With his last glance at the house, James saw John smack his wife's butt and wheel back through the doorway before Helen could playfully swat him back.
"You come from good people." James told Juliet later in the car.
Juliet smirked, one brow raised incredulously. "They gave us fake driver's licenses."
"Yeah, and they were really nice about it." James said with sarcastic awe. "Didn't make us pay for 'em or nothin'."
Juliet chuckled. "What about you?" she asked.
"What about me?"
"Is there anyone in your family I should meet?"
"Maybe. If they're not in jail or too drunk to answer the door."
"Where would that be?"
"Mobile, Alabama." James said, exaggerating his accent for effect.
Juliet smiled softly, happy he'd told her.
"It's on the way…"
"Yeah," James smiled at her sweet suggestion. "I suppose it is."
Anthony Cooper's last known address was in Tallahassee, Florida. They had a lot more American South to cross before they got there, and they weren't in any rush.
That was until a muscle car revved its engine next to them at a red light.
Slouched casually in the driver's seat, James didn't take his eyes off the traffic in front of him. His left hand gripped the wheel at twelve o'clock, and his right hand rested on the gear shift.
"You buckled up, baby?" he asked, ignoring the repeated revving from their neighbor.
He made the question sound like a come on.
"Mm-hm." Juliet answered in the affirmative. She felt the constrictive belt across her chest. She suddenly wanted to be out of her clothes.
It may not have been American muscle, but Juliet's sleek and sporty sedan hid a decent amount of power, and James knew how to handle a stick. When the light turned green, he let the other guy peel off first, all squealing tires and rumbling engine. He knew they wouldn't have any follow through. Their bombastic start allowed James to catch up quickly. He pulled up alongside and stayed there for a minute, making sure the obnoxious engine revver would see him.
They were both racing toward a yellow light. It turned red, and they both ran it. On the next block, James downshifted and sped past the other car, then veered in front of it in a quick, seamless maneuver. It forced the other driver to turn sharply, in order to avoid clipping Juliet's tail lights. It was too bad his engine noise didn't make the steering any smoother. James checked the rearview mirror and watched the muscle car mount the curb. It braked to an awkward stop, narrowly avoiding wrapping itself around a thick telephone pole.
James snickered. "That's what you get, ya little bitch." he muttered to himself.
Their car was still speeding down the road, sailing through yellow lights that got easier and easier to catch as they overtook the traffic cycle.
James glanced at his passenger. Juliet was looking at him. Her arm was wrapped over her waist, hugging herself like she had butterflies in her stomach.
"Pull over," she said.
Somehow James knew he should find a secluded parking spot. Once they were alone he jerked the car to a stop and let the seat back while Juliet was hiking up her skirt, and he opened his pants while she pulled her underwear down her long legs. He was ready for her when she moved onto his lap.
"You liked that, didn't you?" he asked, smug smile still firmly in place.
Even his kisses felt smug. Juliet ate them up.
"Mmnnh…" James moaned into her mouth. She was rubbing herself all over him from top to bottom. Her hands on his head, her clothed breasts against his chest and her naked sex on his.
"Fuck, baby." James complained jokingly, his hand stroking her legs all the way to her hiked up skirt and back again. "We're never gonna make it to our destination if we keep stopping like this."
"I told you in Los Angeles," said Juliet, grinding harder against him. "Fifty times a day."
James couldn't argue with that. "Get on my dick, then." He gave her ass a hard smack and squeeze. "We got some catching up to do."
Juliet moved her hips upward, caressing his length until its head slipped past the edge of her entrance. She reached behind herself to guide it in. James looked down between their bodies to watch. They eased him in together, his tight grip encouraging her to lower her hips. Her jaw dropped at the new angle she'd found. Once he was buried deep, James looked up at her face.
"You like when I drive real fast?" he asked in a low tone. "Is that what got you all wet?"
Juliet nodded. "Yeah," she whined, and let out a sharp cry full of pleasure and a little bit of pain when she lowered herself onto him again.
"I like making this pussy wet." James told her.
She moaned gratefully and moved her hips in a shallow circle around him, pulling her upper body back so she could look into the eyes.
"I liked when you ran him off the road." she said.
Her words were dark but her voice was so sweet and smooth in his ears. James' little grunt-growl when he grabbed her ass and pulled her tighter sent another wave between her legs and another moan from her throat.
"I liked when your pussy ate up this cock." he said.
She cried out again, excited to move faster. "I love this cock."
"Yeah?"
"It makes me come."
"You make me come."
"Make me come," Juliet begged. She slipped her fingers between them, then placed her moistened fingertips on his lips. They slid inside his mouth, and he sucked the taste off of her fingers. She took his saliva and touched herself, repeating the words and the same set of motions until she was ready to scream.
Her full, milky thighs squeezed tight as it crested, and she grabbed the seat over his shoulders to ride out her orgasm on top of him, the intensity of her pulsing insides and crying moans and gently bouncing frame sending the same lick of flame into James soon after.
"Mmnh, god, you make me come…" He moaned and hugged her body close, face pressed to her breasts. She hugged his head, resting her cheek on top, holding him tight as he finished inside of her.
Moaning with gratitude and relief, Juliet accepted a kiss from his upturned face, his hips still bucking softly beneath her.
"Mmm." she whispered, kissing his soft lips again as their grinding slowed to a gentle stop. "That's better."
James smiled lazily. "That put the fire out?"
"Mm-hm." Juliet nodded, lifting her pelvis to set him free. He helped her get back over the center console, where she sunk into her seat and pulled her skirt halfway down. It was going to take a few minutes to comfortably close her legs.
"Woo," James breathed, leaving his pants open and swiftly losing the will to move. "Might need a nap now."
"I can drive for a while," Juliet offered sweetly.
"Just give me a minute." James sighed with satisfaction, his eyes closed. "Fuck…"
Juliet chuckled to herself and looked him over, his softened penis resting out in the open where she'd left it, glistening in the afternoon sun. She ran her fingers through her hair, clutching her neck as she admired his body.
"I can't believe how fast I come with you." she said.
"I like to think we meet the needs of the environment." James joked, gesturing at the untinted windows of her car. They were more hidden there than they'd been in the bank vault and the restaurant wash room. But they never knew who might walk by.
"I could make you wait," he said. "If I wanted to."
"If you wanted to." Juliet repeated wryly.
James opened his eyes, and flashed his dimples with a deeper smile. "You should give lap dances more often."
Juliet smiled wickedly. Now she knew where to stop next.
Exposé. The strip club that inspired a documentary Juliet liked to watch on cold, lonely nights, when Edmund was out with one of his intern whores. Or when he was actually working. Or when he was home. She watched it a lot, whenever she felt like it.
They looked it up on Juliet's new phone - she'd ditched her old one to make ignoring Edmund's panicked calls easier - knowing they could make it there on the next day's drive.
"Have you ever been?" Juliet asked.
"No," said James. "I jerked off to the show a bunch of times, though."
Juliet smiled. "Me too."
James gave her a matching excited smile. "Who was your favorite?"
"Naomi." Juliet answered without hesitation.
"Ooh, she was flexible."
"And her tits were real."
"You think she's still around?"
"Only one way to find out."
Juliet pulled James by the hand to a table in a dark corner of the club. The front row was for show-offs and bachelor parties; she wanted to see their options before occupying a VIP room. There had been a lot of turnover since the documentary aired. They didn't recognize any of the dancers, but there was nothing disappointing about the new class.
Seated in a round booth, James put his arm around Juliet's shoulders. She'd worn her blue dress, the one that made her breasts look like heaven's softest, pillowy clouds. James glanced at them occasionally during the show, his fingers brushing the skin at the very tops of their curves. The dancers were hot, but he'd take Juliet over any of them. She was his woman. He knew it by the way she leaned into him and rested her hand on his thigh while she watched the performances. And he knew which girl she liked by the way Juliet's hand squeezed his thigh when she saw her.
The next time their server came around to check the drink situation, Juliet sat up to speak into their ear. The server smiled, glanced at the stage and nodded at their customers.
They were taken to a plush room in the back hallway. Juliet pulled playfully at James' shirtfront as they passed through a beaded curtain, and she pushed him down onto the maroon velvet cushions that lined the bench seats. She sat down next to him, staring into his soul with the now familiar look that preceded all misbehavior.
"It's gonna be hard to measure up to what you did for me earlier." James warned her.
Juliet smirked subtly. "I did that for myself," she said.
"Well, I liked it." James shot back defiantly.
"Good. Now try not to come in your pants."
Juliet snuck her last reply in right as the beaded curtain shimmered and the perfect body walked through. Nikki was even prettier up close, her bright smile a match for her sparkly slip dress and silver heels.
"Hey, you two." she said with a teasing tone, as if she caught them flirting. "I was told one of you asked for a private dance."
She walked over to the stereo control panel in the wall to pick her favorite song.
"Are we celebrating anything special," she asked over her shoulder. "Or just a fun night out?"
James looked at Juliet. "Bachelorette party." he said, to put her on the spot.
"Oooh," Nikki grinned, excited that she'd been the woman's choice. "Are you the best man?"
Juliet raised her eyebrows at James, and waited for him to answer.
"I'm the fiancé." he lied proudly.
Nikki finished with the stereo, and turned to both of them with a delighted expression. "Oh, you are a very lucky boy…" she told James.
"Believe me, I know." James murmured, checking Nikki out as she approached the pole bolted to floor and ceiling across the room.
"You must be made for each other," Nikki said with a sly smile of her own. "I'll try to make this one extra special for both of you."
She started against the pole, so she could slowly peel her dress off while they watched. The lingerie underneath barely covered her. She grabbed the pole with one hand, making hypnotically slow revolutions around it, legs twirling when she lifted herself into the air.
James enjoyed the show. It included watching Juliet's reactions. He reached for Juliet's leg, his hand sliding up her inner thigh the way it always did when they were sitting together, no matter where they were. He'd watched her get dressed for the night. He knew there wasn't anything on underneath that dress.
Juliet felt his face near her neck, and felt his lips giving her skin a soft smooch. She felt his hand inching higher, up the short skirt of her dress. She kept her eyes on Nikki, until James' hand was dangerously close. Juliet grabbed his wrist. Her eyes flicked to the side, catching his sight with a pleading look.
"Make me wait." she said, under the music.
James obeyed. He stroked the skin of her inner thigh with his thumb, but he went no higher. Juliet placed her gaze back on their private dancer, and James did the same.
Nikki crawled over to them and knelt in front of Juliet, the guest of honor.
"Are you having a good time?" Nikki asked with a softer smile. She touched her own neck with both hands, spreading her knees apart and sliding them closer together to give her body a gentle up and down motion. Her hands slid down the front of her body, and her eye line followed the same path on Juliet.
Juliet smiled, and bit her lip when Nikki began to caress her own legs.
"You're a lucky woman," Nikki told her, glancing at James with her pretty smile. "He wants you as bad as I do."
She crawled closer to Juliet's legs, and turned around to slide back and up the front of Juliet's body. James gave them some room, mostly so he could see the whole picture for himself. A perfect female form writhing against the one who'd stolen his entire existence, his dick and his heart included.
Nikki didn't leave him alone for too long. Swinging smoothly from Juliet's lap to James, she straddled him face forward, doing that up and down move on her knees again. She added a slow grind to her hips, simulating riding him without ever landing on his lap.
Grabbing the board behind his head, Nikki invited him to touch her thighs.
"Don't be shy," she told him. "I'm not."
James chuckled, wrapping his mitts around her butt and giving it a good squeeze. It made her giggle, and she looked at Juliet to make sure the bachelorette wasn't jealous of the attention.
"I think she likes watching us." Nikki stage-whispered to James.
"I bet she does," he said, with a sideways glance and smug half smile.
Juliet didn't deny it. She liked it a lot. At some point she'd wedged her hand between her thighs to keep it still, inches away from touching herself. Her eyes raked over their bodies, and she realized Nikki was doing to James exactly what Juliet had done in the car earlier. She could see his pleased smile, this time in profile, his squeezing hands and his gaze on Nikki's perfect little tits. Juliet wished they were naked. She wanted to know what it looked like when she and James fucked.
Nikki switched back to her female client, happy to accept the hundred dollar bills that got tucked into her bikini strings each time she moved.
"You can touch me, too." Nikki promised. She placed Juliet's hands at her waist, making bodily contact much closer than she had with James. To be fair, Juliet's tits did stick out further than his.
James liked to think he could tell the difference between a stripper earning her tips and genuine attraction. When Nikki stroked the sides of Juliet's face and told her she was so, so beautiful, it sounded like she meant it. He already knew Juliet liked the attention, and she liked giving her money away to a girl that deserved it. He'd been on the receiving end of that same satisfied look, and of that same money.
The neat brick of bills on the table close to them showed no signs of dwindling. After two songs Nikki took a short break to get them a set of free drinks.
"Stay comfy," Nikki told them. "I'll be right back."
Juliet crossed her legs, rubbing her thighs against each other when she turned and cuddled up to James.
"Having fun?" she asked innocently. The hand she placed on his leg dipped inward, squeezing his inner thigh.
"Almost as much as you." James leaned in for a kiss, hard and sloppy. They'd had a few drinks already. Juliet kissed back hungrily, biting his lip as it ended.
Tucking her hair behind her ear, James looked into her shining eyes and smirked. "Just when I think I can't like you more than I already do, you go and eye-fuck a stripper."
Juliet grinned and kissed him again.
Nikki returned to find them making out in the VIP. They stopped when they heard the curtain rustle and saw their private entertainment grinning back at them. The tray in her hands had six shots of tequila.
Nikki made James get on the floor for his first shot. She straddled his face and poured it down her thigh to his waiting mouth. For his second he was on his knees, and he got to drink from Juliet's cleavage. Nikki warned him not to miss a single drop. She didn't want to be responsible for getting anything on Juliet's gorgeous dress.
"He never misses a drop," Juliet assured her, grinning as James lapped it all up and went immediately to kiss her mouth afterward.
"You ready for yours?" Nikki asked her, shimmying her shoulders and shaking her tits in her bikini top. She stood in front of Juliet and leaned over. She had James pour, since she needed both hands to push her breasts together. Nikki laughed as the alcohol splashed over the lips and tongue pressed against her chest. Juliet came up smiling, licking the excess from her lips and wiping the sides of her mouth and chin.
Nikki checked the open doorway to make sure security wasn't looking, and she took a shot for herself.
"Now it's a party."
The more they drank, the more familiar they got. Nikki's later lap dances were full contact, and she could feel an erection through James' tightening pants.
"Ooh," she whined, grinding her ass shamelessly against his crotch. "You're a big boy..." she said playfully, petting his face over her shoulder. "Lucky, lucky lady." she said to Juliet, whose hands caressed Nikki's stomach. Nikki took it as an invitation and climbed back onto Juliet's lap. Nikki pushed Juliet's hair back from her face, caressing her neck and shoulders.
"You are by far the most fun couple I have ever danced for."
She took Juliet's hands and put them on her ass.
"Is it the money?" Juliet joked. The growing skirt of loose bills tickled her wrists.
"You're hot as fuck." Nikki blurted. "And you're both into it. Usually one person has to drag the other into the club, and then they don't even enjoy themselves."
"Those people are boring." said Juliet, lacing her hands together behind Nikki's waist. "We're not."
Nikki grinned and cupped Juliet's face in her hands, rubbing the tip of her nose softly against Juliet's. Nikki moved her body to the music, a body wave against Juliet's lap. She moaned quietly, her arms wrapping around Juliet's neck to pull her closer each time her wave crested upward. On one of her downward motions, their lips brushed, a ghost of a kiss. Nikki instinctively leaned in for more, and then pulled back, suddenly remembering where they were and what she was doing.
"I'm not supposed to kiss customers," she whispered apologetically.
Juliet smiled patiently, and tucked Nikki's hair behind one of her ears. She wasn't supposed to drink while she worked either.
"What if you came back with us to our hotel room?" Juliet asked her.
James felt his dick jump when she said it. Watching them, he'd forgotten he was actually in the room with them, so hypnotized by the show they were putting on. Had Juliet just invited their stripper for a threesome?
Nikki grinned, sheepish at how much she wanted to do it. But that was also, technically, against the rules.
"I'm not supposed to do that either," she said with a pout. "If the owner found out…"
Juliet could see she wanted to. So she decided to make it easy for her.
"I'll give you twenty thousand dollars if you leave with us now."
Nikki froze, her hands still gently holding Juliet's neck. And then she laughed.
"Are you serious?"
Juliet smiled and answered with a gentle nod.
Nikki's smile slowly dissolved to a more serious expression of disbelief. She looked at James, to see if he would tell her if his straight-faced fiancée was joking. His eyebrows rose, as if to say It's up to you, sweetheart. The lady said what she said.
Seated on Juliet's lap, Nikki shrugged happily and threw all professional security to the wind.
"Fuck it, let's go!"
The other dancers in the dressing room overheard a short exchange between Nikki and their boss, which ended with Nikki inviting him to go fuck himself if he couldn't produce twenty-five thousand dollars to keep her there for the rest of the night.
She caught up to her now exclusive clients outside the club.
"All yours." she said, her perky smile lighting up the night.
They were so distracted by their sparkly companion, they didn't notice the man watching them from the shadows with cell phone in hand and a mystified smirk on his face.
"You'll never guess who just rolled back into town. Almost didn't recognize him...Uh huh. New suit and everything. Looks like he found some money along the way...Yeah, I'll keep an eye on him. And his little blonde piece. Uh huh...they're leaving with one of the strippers, too. I swear to god, the guy's dick must be made of gold..."
He pushed himself away from the brick wall in the alley behind the club, and got in his car to follow the party of three.
"Fine. Just tell Hibbs I want a finder's fee this time. I'm not gonna stalk this fucker for free. Yes, I'm serious! Verbatim, mother fucker. Signed, his favorite fuckboy, Miles Straume. You better tell him-"
His contact hung up on him. Frustrated, Miles tossed his phone onto the passenger seat. He'd finally had an assignment that brought him to Exposé and now he had to leave without getting a lap dance of his own.