OK. Y'all know the deal. S. M. Owns it all, and we're but puppets on a string. Dancing for the addiction.
And also, Misty, (edwardrocksmysocks ) is the bomb baby.
Chapter Six
"My first order of business today is to buy a damn car," I say.
"Well it's about damn time," Jasper answers.
"What are you getting?" Alice asks.
"Not sure yet. I don't even know what's around."
"There is an Audi dealer not far from here," Alice says. "I'd be happy to take you."
"That sounds promising. Can we go now?"
In the car Alice informs me that I could have taken their car back to the club if I'd wanted and she is sorry for not telling me about the shades in the glass room.
"No need to be sorry Alice. It's not that big of a deal."
She cocks her head to the side and raises her little brow at me. "Edward, you can keep lying to yourself, but don't bother trying to lie to me."
I tilt my nose a little higher and immediately feel like a child. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Fine, if that's the way you want to play it. I'm telling you though, she is perfect for you. I see us all being the best of friends, and I really wish you would hurry the hell up."
"What is that supposed to mean?" I glare at her.
"It means you need to get over your early nineteenth century attitude and take the first step. You're such a prude Edward, and you could really stand to get laid!"
I shake my head in disbelief. "Have you forgotten the key concern in this little scenario? She is human, and I could easily kill her."
"Oh for Christ's sake! Vampires can have sex with humans. The Denali's have proven that time and again. Besides, something tells me Izzy has had badder boys than you!" Alice flips her hand at me, waving it up and down.
It makes me shudder to think of her with anyone else. And then I roll my eyes at myself, because I don't have the control to be with her anyway, so what the fuck do I care?
I am not in the mood to car shop by the time we reach the Audi dealer. Alice drops me off, assuming I would get something. So I pick the first black car my eyes fall on and buy it outright. It takes less than an hour before I am driving away from the lot. I fish Izzy's card from my pocket just to look at her picture while I drive down the highway.
Let's see where Ms. Izzy is going to be tonight? I flip the card over and find the date, Dirty Jerseys. I set the card on my lap, pull out my phone and do an internet search for Dirty Jerseys strip club. Of course it's in New Jersey. I debate between driving and flying until I pull up to the house.
After I have decided to drive, I debate whether or not to tell my siblings I will be gone. I spend far less time on that, as Alice will already know where I am.
I lay on my bed holding my phone up over my head, checking the weather for the drive, and taking mental notes of the directions. It will only take me about four hours to make the drive. I have plenty of time since her set doesn't start until ten, so I go for a quick hunt.
~T.I.C.K.~T.O.C.K.~
I feel like a complete pansy, standing in a dark corner of this new setting, waiting for the devilish angel to appear. I want to enjoy her show from a distance and, for once, without the prying eyes of my brother and sister.
This place is about half the size of the other and not nearly as nice. It's very dark, by human standards. The stage is more like a cage, with three small platforms surrounded by wooden bars that go all the way into the ceiling. The platform at the front is about twenty feet wide and has a pole in the middle.
I check my phone again for the time, and find myself deliriously happy that it's two minutes to ten. The girl on stage makes her way to the door at the back wall, to exit, as the music dies down.
Less than a minute later, Cherry Pie starts, and I see her. Only she doesn't look like herself. Well mostly she does, except the blond streaks in her hair and the frilly little outfit she is wearing. This is not what I have come to expect from Izzy and I am now contemplating whether or not she has split personality disorder.
She's wearing white platform heels with straps that wrap up her perfect legs, a full fluffy white skirt that stops at the top of her thighs, and a white button down that is tied under her breasts. She is also wearing large silver hoop earrings and I wonder if her hair ever gets tangled in them. The thing that is going to kill me though is the stick hanging out of her mouth. I know it's some sort of candy, and I can't wait to see what she's going to do with it.
Her outfit glows like a beacon, calling me to heaven under the black lights. She trots down the stage to the beat of the music. Immediately I have to adjust myself when she turns her back to me and bends over, exposing her ass and the sliver of red meant to cover it.
She runs her hands up one leg until she is standing again. Popping her hips makes the little skirt dance with her. I am thankful I don't actually need to blink because I might miss something. She looks more like a little girl than the hell cat I am enraptured with. She is smiling and flirting and her general disposition is all together different than I have ever seen before.
Tastes so good, make a grown man cry.
Sweet cherry pie.
I smile to myself, Not cherries, strawberries, I think watching her pull on the stick in her mouth to reveal a red blow pop. Holy Fuck. She takes her time pleasing the thing with her tongue and I am sure everyone watching wishes they were that damn thing right now, myself included.
She slides the little skirt down her hips and makes a show of removing it completely. The ball of white fluff is tossed towards the back wall, and she gets down on her knees at the very front of the cage. Izzy bends down to the man in front of her and offers him the candy. He takes it and seconds later he vacates the seat.
Izzy stands and works her way up the pole. It's only occurring to me now that the thing is a phallic symbol. Once she has worked her way nearly to the top, her legs lock around the pole and she bend backwards.
Her eyes lock with mine. Shit! I know I am caught. She smiles sweetly at me and, still hanging upside down, makes the come hither sign with her pointer finger. I lean off the wall, just slightly, but shake my head no.
She does a complete turn and I watch the muscles move under her silken skin. Stopping about halfway down the pole, she undoes the knot under her breast and lets the fabric slide down her arms. Her breasts are covered by oval shaped red fabric, measuring about three inches at the widest point. God damn it.
Again, she hooks her finger at me. I want to go sit and take her in, but I'm positive my erection can be detected from where she is. Again I shake my head no.
The look on her face is not at all pleasant but still makes me laugh. She is so fucking cute when she's pissed. She bends back up at the waist and grabs the bar. Her anger turns to a pout, and she drops to the floor, landing on her feet gracefully.
Her hand grips her own hip and she pops it out a fraction. She scowls at me, then turns and stomps back down the stage. I have never feared another creature in my life, but suddenly I am scared of this tiny girl. As quickly as I can, I untuck my button down shirt and hope it does a good enough job of concealing my little problem.
She seems to be ignoring me now, dancing for some other guy. I lean back against the wall. I have already disappointed this woman. I watch her finish the song, and she doesn't glance at me once.
Cherry Pie turns into Poison before she looks at me again. She is standing at the end of the cage, with her hip out. Once more she hooks her finger at me. I push off the wall, but I guess I am not moving fast enough. She snaps her fingers and points to the empty seat in front of her.
Now I do not hesitate, pulling out my wallet as I make my way to the seat. A few of the other customers look at me when I sit. All I can do is shrug and place a hundred dollar bill between the bars.
She falls on her knees and bends down, sticking her ass up in the air behind her. I watch it sway for only a second before meeting her eyes.
The darkest most intense eyes I have ever seen.
Again I try to decipher what's going on in her pretty little head. I really should stop setting myself up for disappointment.
What is it about this girl? I am confused. Why can't I get a read on her? I can hear everyone else in the place apart from her.
I guess I was distracted because she is suddenly standing and tucking my bill into the side of her bottoms. She winks at me and walks over to someone else.
What the fuck? Is she trying to piss me off? If she only knew, she might not be so fucking cocky!
She is all innocence and fluttering eyelashes at everyone but me.
When the song shifts again to Home Sweet Home I think it must be eighties night. At the end of the stage, farthest from me, she is on her hands and knees. My mouth has dropped open a little because she is stalking me. She is the closest thing I've ever seen to a lioness in human form as she stares right in my eyes.
She grazes the side of the pole with her ass, looking like a cat rubbing her owner's leg. I can't help but lean forward as she slows her approach. I allow myself a short breath, and I'm rewarded with strawberries and sex.
I smile at her and she licks her lips. She is so close to me I can feel the heat coming from her. Her heart is like humming bird's wings in her chest. A light layer of sweat covers all of her body, that I can see, and I want to lick her clean.
She gets within an inch of the bars, and I lean closer. "Hello, Edward. I'm pleased you decided to be a good boy, and come from the corner."
I am stunned by her sweet breath, that smells like cherries, and her commanding words. I just blink at her and she laughs quietly. "Close your mouth sweetie, you wouldn't want to drool," she purrs.
Fuck, my mouth is still open. I snap it shut at once, unable to disobey the devil in front of me. Shit!
She sits up and spread her legs before me. She is so god damn close I can count the threads of the material that covers the homeland. The heat radiates from her as she slides forward and back again in front of me.
I have to grip the edge of my chair to keep from reaching out and touching her. I hear a tiny moan and look back up at her hooded eyes, and then follow her hands as they are sliding over her hard nipples. She has commanded my attention with those perfect hands, graced with long nails.
One hand stops on her firm stomach and the other travels down between her legs. All but one finger curls in towards her palm. I can hear the light scratch as her finger nail drags over the red material and I watch in amazement as wetness seeps through the fabric. Fuck, this woman is going to kill me.
I allow my tongue to flick out tasting the air around her. The blood is secondary to her arousal, so I take a tentative breath. Not unbearable. Desirable burning runs down my throat, but it's not unmanageable. I close my eyes and inhale more deeply committing her scent to memory.
My dick is throbbing and painful, but I can't help enduring the torture as I continue to sit in front of her.
My eyes open and I look up at the devilish grin she is wearing. Did I do that to her? Did I make her wet like that? God if she wants me too I am so fucked.
She stands again, gracefully but with purpose, and then proceeds to give me the most amazing pole show. She makes love to the pole. It's the most erotic mix of control, passion, muscle and sex.
By the time she's done, and the song ends, I am ready to transfer the entire Cullen fortune into her bank account.