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Previously:
"That's okay, baby. My shift is over anyways." Winking at him, the blonde stripper took hold of his hand and began to pull him towards a back room, her intentions crystal clear.
"I, uh, I…" He knew he shouldn't follow her, but the alcohol coursing through his system made him unable to remember why. All his drunk, lust filled mind could remember was that he hadn't had sex in nearly two weeks, so he followed her.
Time
The Wet Spot Strip Club - 9:49 pm
Donna's Bachelorette Party
"Do you think he would cheat on me, Donna?" Jackie asked, twirling the straw in her Jack and Coke, barely even looking up at the half naked men.
"God, Jackie. Hyde wouldn't do that after proposing to you, okay? Just relax." Looking up at the 'cop' in front of her, Donna let out an appreciative hoot and turned her attention away from Jackie.
"But, Donna…what did he mean, then, about not sending him to a strip club with a…you know." Jackie blushed and Donna rolled her eyes.
"For the last freakin' time, Jackie, Hyde is more likely to go on a homicidal rampage than cheat on you again, okay? He loves you!"
"He never says he does," Jackie whispered quietly. "It's hard, you know?" She seemed to think for a minute. "Of course you don't know; you're with Eric. The odds of him finding someone to cheat with are, like, zero, and he tells you he loves you all the time." She didn't notice Donna's irritated glare as her thoughts turned from Eric to Hyde. "Steven loves sluts. And sluts love Steven! God, Donna, he's like a slut magnet. I bet he would marry a freakin' stripper if she got him drunk and put out enough." She banged her head against the table as Donna stared at her.
"Maybe you need another drink, Jackie." Nodding, Jackie wandered towards the bar, barely paying attention to anything happening in the club until she caught the profile of the bartender. Kasey Kelso. She smiled as she stared at him; once upon a time, she had had the hugest crush on him. He was everything Michael wasn't: charming, built, eloquent. A part of her wondered if a large part of her "love" for Michael wasn't totally based on the idea that he could be like Kasey. That was just silly, though, and Jackie shook the thought from her brain as she sashayed up to the bar, shooting Kasey a brilliant smile and ordering another drink.
"Hey, Burkhardt." Her name rolled off his tongue just like she remembered, and she smiled widely at him as he handed over her drink.
Chubby's Strip Club - 10:12pm
"I'm Candie, by the way," the blonde whispered as she pushed Hyde into a straight back chair in the back room. Hyde just nodded, not feeling the need to share anything about himself as she straddled his lap, grinding her core against his prominent erection. "Mmm, you feel nice and ready for me, baby," she whispered. It seemed inappropriate to point out that she had nothing to do with his stiffy, so he just sat back awkwardly while her covered breasts jiggled alluringly in front of him. His breath caught as she reached behind to untie her top, leaving her half naked on top of him.
She began to move over him again, grinding against him expertly and leaning in so that her bare breasts brushed his face. When she leaned in close, Hyde was overwhelmed by the scent of her cheap floral perfume. The smell was almost nauseating, but he felt a driving need for release, so he focusing instead on the way she swayed hypnotically above him.
Hyde tried to swallow down his feelings of guilt as he raised his hands to slide up Candie's naked torso. He hesitated for a moment as he was about to cup her breasts, but she smiled reassuringly, giving him all the encouragement he needed to knead her soft flesh in his hands. Closing his eyes, Hyde realized that it had been two weeks since he had seen Jackie naked, two weeks since he had touched her like this. He smiled with fulfillment as he pulled on Candie's nipples, making her moan above him as she continued to grind.
As Candie pulled Hyde's shirt over his head, Hyde groaned at the feeling of her nails—much longer than Jackie's—scratching over his chest, paying special attention to his nipples. A gasp fell from his mouth as her lips closed over his…
The Wet Spot - 10:12pm
"How've you been, Kasey?" Jackie asked, smiling back at his charming smile.
"You know, same old same old," he smiled at her, reaching under the bar as he produced her drink, another Jack and Coke. "What are you up to, Jackie?" He asked as she took her drink gratefully, grimacing at her first sip.
"This is strong!" she giggled, taking another long sip. Kasey just nodded. "Getting married," Jackie squealed, holding up her sparking engagement ring for Kasey to see.
"Here for your bachelorette party, then?" he leered at her.
"No, for Donna's; her and Eric are getting married the day after tomorrow." She watched Kasey's eyebrow twitch, feeling vaguely jealous that Donna had gotten to be with him and that he still obviously thought of her amorously, before she continued. "My wedding's in two months."
"So Pinciotti's finally settling for Foreplay, huh?" Jackie just laughed and nodded her head, beginning to feel a little light headed from the alcohol. She was still giggling when Donna came up behind her.
"Jackie! How much have you had to drink?" the redhead asked as she observed her smaller friend's red face and giggling. Looking up at the bartender, Donna saw Kasey for the first time. "Kasey!" She sounded pleasantly surprised, like she was greeting an old friend rather than the man who broke her heart, and Jackie was glad that Donna wasn't going to badger her about drinking.
Watching Donna and Kasey talk, Jackie was surprised to find that Donna was no longer the giggly schoolgirl she used to be around him. Instead, they caught up briefly; Donna ignored her completely, but Kasey threw her a flirtatious glance every now and then as she stared at his strong chest. After five minutes of watching their idle chatter, Jackie heaved a loud sigh, prompting Donna to return to her line of questioning about the smaller girl's alcohol consumption.
"I think you've had enough," Donna said, grabbing Jackie's potent drink from her hand and setting it down out of reach, "Maybe we should go."
"What? Why? I'm fine."
"Yeah, Pinciotti, what's the hurry? You're gonna leave your own bachelorette party?"
Donna looked over at her guests, girls from the radio station, and knew that she couldn't leave, but she had to get Jackie out of there. "Crap." It was then that for the first time in her life, she was grateful to hear Laurie Forman's squeaky voice.
"Man, this sucks. I've had sex with every guy here. Ew, including you," she said, sneering at Kasey as she sauntered up to the bar.
"Laurie."
"Loser." Laurie turned her attention to Donna. "I'm outta here. I think I'm gonna hit fire station 12—It's poker night."
Donna smiled, thankful for her whore of a future sister-in-law. "Well, hey. Why don't you give Jackie a ride home on your way?"
Jackie glared at the redhead. "Why do you want me to leave so bad, Donna?" She asked the question but secretly suspected that she already knew the answer: Donna was jealous that Kasey was giving her so much attention.
"Don't you want to be there when Hyde gets back from that strip club? You know, so you can check his wallet."
Jackie looked confused. "But I already took all the ones out… Oh! But he still had that twenty! You're right. I should be there. I'll see you back at your house later." Jackie linked arms with Laurie and the two girls walked out of the strip club, giggling at the naked boys who smiled at them on their way out.
"Was he good?" Jackie whispered, referring to the naval officer currently winking at her.
"Nah, he was always trying to make me do that thing… to him."
"Ew!"
Chubby's
Hyde relaxed as Candie's tongue slipped past his lips, kissing her deeply as his hands slid up her naked back and into her long blonde hair. They continued to kiss as her fingers began to toy with his belt buckle, pulling it apart and dragging his belt out of his pants in one long, smooth stroke. As she reached into his pants, Hyde's sense of guilt flared up and he pushed her away, gathering his shirt and belt as he backed away from her.
"Look, I have a fiancé, and…" Hyde turned away from her as he dressed, unable to continue staring at her naked breasts. "I love her. I can't do this. So, uh…" Quickly, Hyde hightailed it out of the back room and out into the club in search of Eric.
Meanwhile, out in the main room of the club, Kelso and Fez sat down in front of the stage and continued their discussion…
"So let me get this straight," Fez began, "all I have to do is fold my dollar like this," he folded his crisp bill lengthwise, "and wave it around, and she will just come to me?"
"Yes."
"That half naked goddess over there?"
"Yes."
"Just wave it like this?"
"Yes."
"And she'll come over here?"
"Uh huh," Kelso elaborated, "and then she'll even let you stick it in her panties with your teeth after she's done dancing for you."
Fez gasped and grabbed his chest. "You are lying."
"No."
The little foreigner smiled dreamily. "Oh, only in Amedica."
"No, it's everywhere man."
"You are lying!"
"Nope."
Fez began to wave vigorously just as
Hyde walked up, pale as a ghost and covered in sweat. "Hey, where's Forman?'
"Not here, man." Kelso answered, never taking his brown eyes off the pair of double-Ds jiggling only feet away from his face, "haven't seen him since we got here."
"Dammit. Where the hell is he then?"
Fez nudged Kelso, snapping him out of his lustful fog and reminding him of something even more juicy than "Bambi the stripper" and her jiggly boobs. "Oh, yeah. So, Hyde," Kelso turned purposefully in his chair to look at Hyde, "I have a random question for you. Me and Fezzy here were just discussing the awesome season the Packer's had last year and we can't seem to come to an agreement on one thing, so uh, maybe you can answer it for us." Fez and Kelso shared a mischievous smile.
Hyde scanned the room for Eric, barely catching his friend's question. "What? Yeah, whatever, man." he said, impatiently motioning for him to hurry.
"Okay, so what me and Fez were wondering is… Do you think it's alright to do it with a stripper when you're supposed to be engaged to another girl, say for instance, a girl like…Jackie!"
That got Hyde's attention. "Man, shut the hell up! I didn't do anything with her!"
"Yes, you did. We totally saw you makin' out with that stripper, man." Kelso smirked quickly at Fez and then returned his focus back to Hyde. "By the way, she was pretty hot."
Fez nodded. "Yes, and her breasts were large—like cantaloupe, my favorite of all the boob-shaped fruits."
Hyde glared at his two perverted friends, his breathe struggling to regulate itself. "You two are this close to getting your asses kicked. She wasn't hot and I stopped… I didn't cheat on Jackie!"
Fez's nod quickened. "Yes. You did."
"No, I didn't."
Kelso furrowed his brow, slightly confused. "Yeah, you did, man. We just saw you."
"I only kissed her!"
"Kissing is cheating, man; I should know. You cheated."
"NO! I didn't!" Hyde practically yelled. But, Kelso and Fez both grinned at him, disbelieving every word that came out of his dirty, stripper infested mouth, and he couldn't blame them. "Forget it!"
The Wet Spot parking lot
"Oh my God, Pete?" Laurie, still arm in arm with Jackie, called out to a man dressed as an Indian chief. Quickly dropping Jackie's arm, Laurie ran to the Indian and was quickly engaged in a hot and heavy make out session against a large dumpster. Jackie just rolled her eyes at the whole affair, idly wondering if this meant that she could go back inside and find Kasey. Why did Donna have to be such a giant bitch about forcing her out anyways?
"Hey, Burkhardt, need a ride?" Kasey's voice came from behind her, and she spun around to see him walking out of the club's backdoor.
"Yeah, uh…" They glanced back to Laurie and Pete, sharing an awkward laugh before Kasey placed his hand on the small of her back and waited. Jackie just stared up at him in awe.
"You, uh, waiting for someone to show you the way," Kasey asked, smirking and gently guiding her to his car.
Jackie smiled, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Sorry. So, are you done? I mean, is your shift over?"
"Ended at eleven," Kasey offered. "I was gonna stick around for a while, but if you're not there, why bother?" He grinned sexily at her and Jackie swooned as he unlocked the passenger door of his shiny red Trans Am.
"I love your car, Kasey!" Jackie sighed, climbing into her seat.
"Everybody does." He smiled at her before closing her door and walking around to his side of the car. They were quiet as Kasey started the car and pulled out of the strip club parking lot.
Jackie sat back in her seat, letting her eyes trail over Kasey's body as he drove. His chest looked so hard beneath his shirt, and she couldn't help but wonder if it would be hairy like Steven's or smooth like Michael's. The brief thought of Hyde snapped something in her mind. Hyde…fiancé. She shouldn't be lusting after Kasey as an engaged woman! Strengthened by this thought, Jackie turned away from Kasey, and everything might have been fine if he hadn't chosen that moment to slide his hand over and onto her thigh, bare because of her short dress.
"K-Kasey," she whispered, preparing to protest. The feeling of his warm hand on her skin silenced her, though, and her eyes drifted closed.
Chubby's - 11:10 pm
Hyde shook his head and stalked to the parking lot, noticing the absence of the Vista Cruiser. So Eric really had taken off - the pussy
Glad that he had brought his own car and not even second guessing his decision to leave Kelso and Fez stranded at the club, Hyde jumped in the El Camino. First stop would be the Foreman's, maybe to try and find Eric, and then to wait for Jackie in Donna's room. He needed to apologize like crazy, beg for forgiveness, and tell her that he'd rather sleep next to her without sex than have her living apart from him. His plan was to bring her home—well, to the Forman's home—to the basement where she belonged. Besides, Miss Zeppelin was still at the Pinciotti's after Jackie had stormed off with her. Hyde didn't even try to understand the sudden need he felt to have them both with him—his two girls.
Flipping on the radio, the sounds of Pink Floyd filled his ears, and his foot subconsciously pushed harder on the accelerator.
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Swallowing hard, Hyde wondered if it was too late for him and Jackie. He felt like a complete asshole, like he had validated all the reasons Jackie had wanted to cut him off in the first place. She told him she was worried that he only wanted her for sex, and less than two weeks later, he was ready to bang a fucking whore. He thought back to the day he had promised her that it would never happen again, the disappointed look on her face etched forever in his memory, the sorrow in her voice… "That's exactly what Michael used to say."
Hyde slammed his palm into the steering wheel. "Fuck!"
An overwhelming feeling of guilt had his stomach twisted into a knot. He had kissed the stripper and drunk or not, it was still cheating, and he knew he would have to tell Jackie; he may have been many things in his young life, but he wasn't a liar. Convinced he was about to lose the only person who ever really mattered to him, Hyde's foot eased up off the gas; he needed time to think. How was he going to show her that she was everything, the only thing, he wanted and make her stay? How was he going to convince her that he loved her more than his own life and to give him a second—scratch that—third chance?
He returned his frustrations to his steering wheel. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" She wasn't going to forgive him this time. No way. "Fuck," he muttered. No way.
Then it occurred to him, he needed to find that pussy, Forman. He would know what to do. Hyde punched the gas.
Foreman House - 11:10 pm
Kasey followed Jackie up the sidewalk to the Foreman's front door, keeping his hands on her hips to steady her somewhat wobbly frame. As she fumbled with the doorknob, Kasey leaned over her shoulder and blew softly in her ear, sending her into peals of drunken laughter as the door finally flew open. Stepping inside, they saw Kitty sitting on the couch stuffing bags with colorful Jordan almonds and finishing off the last of a bottle of white zinfandel.
"Red, you're supposed to be helping me!" she called into the kitchen, earning her Red's head poking through the swinging door.
"Now, Kitty, you know I'm not going to touch that frou frou crap. I've got my own project," Red smiled, holding up a can of beer before disappearing into the kitchen again.
"Sure, Red. Somehow you can never seem to find the time for my projects, but there's plenty of time to drink beer." Finally noticing the open front door, Kitty became excited. "Kasey!" she exclaimed as the handsome man stepped into the room. Patting her hair self consciously, she smiled at him as she continued, "What are you doing here?" Jackie burst into laughter again as she watched Mrs. Foreman try to flirt, and Kasey steadied her with a hand on her shoulder.
"Jackie here had a little too much to drink, Mrs. F, so I offered to do the responsible thing and give her a lift back to Donna's."
Managing to quell her giggles for a moment, Jackie added, "I offered Kasey the basement couch to sleep on, if that's okay."
Bursting into her own drunken laughter, Kitty nodded her approval. "Actually, why don't you show him up to Eric's room, sweetie?" Jackie nodded, taking hold of Kasey's hand as she led him up the staircase and into Eric's room. She was going to turn around and leave Kasey, but before she could, he pulled her into the bedroom by the hand still clamped firmly in his and closed the door. Disengaging their hands, Jackie walked into the room, pacing the small space anxiously as Kasey followed her past Eric's bed.
"I can get you some extra…" Jackie began to nervously whisper, but she was silenced as Kasey pulled his shirt over his head, leaving him bare-chested in the small, dark bedroom. Focusing only on the way the dim light from the window seemed to glisten over his muscles, Jackie reached out a hand and ran it from his neck down his firm chest to rest over his stomach. She smiled briefly at the thought that it wasn't just Michael that kept his chest hairless, but forgot about everything other than Kasey as he pushed the thin straps of her dress down her shoulders.
Her head cleared momentarily as Kasey watched her. "Kasey, I don't think…" He cut off her words by brushing his finger over her lips before trailing it across her cheek. As it trailed over her ear, she tried again, "We shouldn't…" She was silenced by a hard kiss, and she seemed to forget what she was going to say as his hands began to move over her. It had been such a long two weeks without sex, and even though she knew it was wrong, Jackie couldn't seem to help herself as Kasey touched her. His fingertips gently brushed down the sides of her neck and across her bare shoulders, causing goosebumps to rise all over Jackie's arms. She offered no protest when his nimble fingers moved to the zipper on her dress, so he quickly sent the garment to the floor, leaving Jackie in nothing but her panties. Taking a step back, Kasey's breath caught in his throat as he stared at her nearly nude body.
"God. You were hot when you were dating the twerp, but…damn, Jackie," he whispered, taking a few moments to rake his eyes from her head to her toes as she stood before him. Reaching an unsteady hand towards her, his fingers traced the same path down her neck and shoulders, but this time he continued lower, lightly tickling the skin around her breasts so that her eyes drifted closed as she shuddered against him, moaning softly. He carefully avoided touching the sensitive flesh, letting his hands wander down her flat stomach, savoring the feel of her soft skin under his hands. When she moaned again and arched her back, pushing her chest towards him, he let one hand grip her waist while the other drifted down to feel the silken material of her panties. As he began to rub a finger over the delicate area between her legs, her eyes snapped open, radiating her pleasure.
Looking deeply into her eyes, Kasey tightened his grip on her waist, letting the other rise from between her legs to tangle in her long hair. Their mouths connected, tongues tangling together with unexpected urgency as Jackie moaned into his mouth again, prompting Kasey to pull her small body flush against his larger one. As their bare chests pressed together, they groaned in unison, savoring the feel of flesh on flesh and rubbing against each other as their kiss continued.
Still lost in his mouth, Jackie's hands fumbled with Kasey's pants, trying to find a buckle or a zipper. He pushed her away with a slight smirk, and gave a gentle tug at his pants, causing them to rip apart. Holding the material up to her, he showed her the tiny buttons lining the legs of the pants.
"One of the perks of working at the club," he smirked before catching her lips again and dumping the cloth on the floor. As they kissed, Kasey worked Jackie's panties down her legs before he slowly stripped off his boxers—his last article of clothing. His large, bare erection brushed over her thigh as he pushed her naked body up against the wall next to Eric's GI Joe collection, kissing her once more on the mouth before trailing his lips down her neck where he bit and licked sensually. At Jackie's gasp, Kasey smiled widely before trailing nips and sucking kisses down from her neck to the hard peaks of her breasts.
"Yes, Kasey," Jackie moaned lazily as his lips closed over her nipple, sucking hard on the tender flesh. As he let his teeth graze the small bud, Jackie wrapped one leg around his upright form, bringing his throbbing manhood into contact with her wet core.
"Fuck, Jackie," he groaned against her breast, letting one hand drift down into the slippery curls between her thighs. Two fingers sunk into her tight entrance, expertly massaging her channel as Jackie ground against him, crying out in pleasure as she moved against him. With a few quick flicks of his thumb, Kasey sent her crashing over the edge, capturing her screams in between his lips as she came.
Drawing his fingers out of her, Kasey brought them to his mouth and licked them clean in one of the most erotic displays Jackie had ever seen. Wasting no time, Kasey lifted Jackie's legs off the floor, wrapping them around his waist and guiding his aching cock into her heat in one slow thrust. They moaned together when he was fully embedded inside of her, and they began to move together moaning and gasping as they strove towards orgasm. Jackie captured Kasey's lips, overcome by a sense of fulfillment after two long weeks of abstinence that left no room for guilt.
Neither noticed at first when Eric's bedroom door swung open, revealing a tipsy Hyde in search of a missing Eric.
"Hey, Forman, you pussy, why'd you…" He stopped, mid-sentence, and stared at the sight in front of him—the girl he loved fucking a Kelso—and felt his heart sink past his feet. From his position at the door, he had an inexplicably clear view of their faces, and somehow the sight of their locked lips was worse than their grinding naked bodies. Jackie's eyes snapped open, and suddenly Hyde was staring into her eyes, though hers were too glazed with pleasure to even register his presence. Anger flared up in him, intense and burning, and he had no idea what he was going to do when he heard Jackie scream out his name—Kasey's name—in the obvious throws of orgasm. Hyde could almost feel something inside him die at the sound of it. Their eyes still locked, Jackie finally seemed to register his presence as she came down, though Kasey was still thrusting into her, becoming rougher as he neared his own peak.
"Steven," Jackie whimpered, dismayed at what was happening and trying to push Kasey away. Her struggles against him only prompted him to pick up his pace, though.
"Oh God, Jackie," Kasey moaned, his whole body tensing as Hyde watched him come inside his fiancé.
Jackie watched in horror as the visual of Kasey's orgasm seemed to drain Hyde's anger. The hot tempered man she knew and loved changed before her eyes, his passionate blue eyes dimming to a lifeless gray. His expression hardened, burying his hurt, and he walked away from Eric's room, heading for the basement.
To Be Continued…
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