Chapter 18: Two's Company

Life was good and went along as normal for a while. Well, as normal as life was for me. I continued to see Jon once a month. David and I continued to have sex a few times a week. We actually got really good at cleaning up the bar quickly and efficiently, since we now had an incentive to hurry up when we shared closing shifts. I settled into this routine and for the first time in a long time, I felt completely comfortable and happy.

About three months went by in what felt like a flash. The day before Jon was to fly in again, I realized that it had almost been a year since he had annoyed his way into my life. He'd be on the road on the exact day and it's not like it's a real anniversary or anything, but I thought it might be nice to go out and do something special anyway.

I brought up the idea to David while we were lying in my bed one night after work.

"I think that sounds good. What sort of thing were you thinking of?" he asked.

I rolled over and propped up my head on my hand. "I was thinking I could take him out to dinner maybe. Well…no, we always go out to eat, so I don't know how special that really is."

"What sort of things does he like?"

"Wrestling. Beer. Women. Sex. Not necessarily in that order."

David laughed. "That sounds to me like what he normally does. I don't know how special it would be. Anything else?"

"Um…" I honestly didn't know. For as well as I knew him biblically, I really didn't know much about the man behind all the sex. I knew we got along well. I knew he was funny. I knew he was an amazing wrestler. However I really didn't know much about his past or even just his interests. "I have no idea."

"That could be troublesome."

"Why is that?" I laughed.

"Well, if you're dating someone, you should probably know things about them, yeah?"

"I'm not really sure if I'd even call what he and I do 'dating'. But I suppose I see what you mean. We usually just watch tv, go out to eat, and fuck."

"Of course you do." Dave put his hand over his forehead. "Okay, how about this. A bunch of the girls from my apartment and I are trying to set up a welcome party for the new tenants that just moved in. I can see if we can go to Wednesday night karaoke downtown and you two can join us. Do you think he would like that?"

"I'm not really sure how he feels about singing. I know he'll like the women and the booze though, so let's do that."

We sealed the deal with a high five.

"This is your idea of 'doing something special'?"

"Yeah! What, do you not like it?"

"It's freaking karaoke. I like it well enough, but I wouldn't call it special. We do that on the road sometimes. Naturally, I'm the best at it."

"Oh, I bet you are," I laughed.

"You don't believe me? Wait till you see me whip out some Billy Idol and you'll be begging for me to sing to you all the time." He pulled me toward him and threw his arm around my shoulder.

"Yeah, we'll see about that."

I wrapped an arm around his waist and we headed inside.

"Oh, I forgot to mention that Dave is here and he brought a few friends along with him. Are you okay with that?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

I shook my head. "I don't know. I just figured it would be polite to give you a heads up."

We moved further into the bar until I finally saw Dave and a handful of people sitting at a table near the stage.

"Hey! You guys finally showed up!" Dave reached out to hug me and I broke away from Jon to accept it. When we separated from the hug, he turned to Jon and held out his hand.

"What, I don't get a hug?" Jon asked, looking offended.

Dave and I laughed, but then Dave did go in for a hug with Jon.

"Aww, I love how my two boys get all cuddly with each other." I wrapped my arms around myself and rocked back and forth.

"Bitch, what are you talking about? This right here is a bro hug!" Jon informed me. "It's totally manly and not at all snuggly."

"Yeah Lana, it's a dude thing that you womenfolk just wouldn't understand," Dave chimed in.

"You guys suck. I'm going to get a drink. Jon, do you want anything?"

"I'll go with you." He slipped his arm around my waist as we approached the bartender. "A margarita, huh?" he asked after we ordered and set up a tab.

"What? I can't have one?"

"No…I've just never seen you go for something like that. What's the occasion?" he inquired, laughing.

"The occasion is that they get me tipsy fast and if I'm expected to sing in front of people, I need to be in a pleasantly hazy state of mind. Not falling over drunk, but enough to not be in my head so much."

He did a finger gun motion at me and nodded. "Good point!"

"But I do want to be aware enough so that you can wow me with this performance you were promising."

"Oh, I'm gonna wow you." He grabbed my hips and pulled me close to him.

"Oh…I bet you will…and I'm totally not sarcastic or anything," I said, wrapping my arms around his neck and sticking out my tongue.

The bartender cleared his throat to alert us to our drinks being ready, so we grabbed them and headed back to Dave's table.

"So Dave, who are all these lovely ladies you have with you tonight?" Jon asked.

"Are you jealous, Jon?" he laughed. "The floor I live on is filled with mostly women. A bunch of sorority sisters moved there after they graduated college. When I first moved in a few years ago, I felt like I had walked onto some porn set or something. It just seemed too good to be true, you know? But no, they're very nice girls and they actually threw me a moving-in party once I was settled. They're always very friendly to everyone in the apartment. So last week this new couple moved in across the hall and they asked if I could help them set up an activity to welcome them. This is it. It seemed casual enough. When El asked about ideas to 'celebrate' you two knowing each other for a year, I suggested that you guys tag along."

Jon nodded and took a sip of his beer. "Cool, cool…you ever bang one of them?"

I choked on my own drink when I heard him ask that, while David just laughed. He leaned in toward Jon and pointed to the two girls who were onstage singing. "Those two right there," he said under his breath. "But that was a few months after I had moved in."

"Fuck, man. Good for you! Together? That does sound like some wacky porn set-up."

"Nah, not together. Two separate occasions. Although honestly, they probably would've fucked me together if I had asked." It looked like he was trying, but he couldn't hold back his smile.

"Dude, I was banging these two chicks once back in my indy days, and you should've seen the tits on this one girl, man…"

"Okay guys! Let's take a detour off of Skank Lane, shall we?" I interrupted.

"I'll tell you the rest of the story later sometime," Jon whispered to Dave. "Okay bitch, what do you suggest we talk about then?"

"Well, we are properly liquored, so we should probably go sign up for a song or something."

"Okay. I think I could churn out an award winning performance right now." He started to stand up, but I pushed him back down and stood up myself. He gave me a puzzled look.

"I'll go sign you up since I already know what you're going to put down."

"Alright, alright," he said, waving his hand at me. "This will give me a chance to run down Skank Lane with Dave one last time." He winked. I rolled my eyes. David laughed.

I stood in front of the DJ table, flipping through the song book and trying to figure out what I wanted to sing. I wasn't quite tipsy enough to make a decision, so I wrote down Jon's choice first. I was about to write down White Wedding like he wanted, but then I looked over my shoulder and saw him telling Dave that dirty story in a very animated way and I have to admit, I felt a little pissed off. I decided to be a little mean to him, so I picked a song that I thought he would hate and would sound absolutely terrible singing. I gave up on picking something for myself, so I wrote down some Journey song….surprise me.

As I returned to the table, Jon was just finishing up his story.

"Let's just say that I don't fuck around with girls from Nebraska anymore!"

"Jesus, man. You've had a pretty crazy life," David laughed.

Jon lifted up his beer in agreement and finished it off. He looked sadly at the empty bottle.

"I'll go get you another one, you goon," I said, trying not to smile.

"Did you really just call me a goon?"

"Yes…yes I did." I grinned and left.

While I was getting us another round of drinks, the DJ announced the next song. "Next up, we have Jon singing…really?...Jon singing Poker Face. Give it up for him, everyone!"

My smile was so wide that my face was hurting. The look that he gave me when he turned around to stare me down…I wish I could have a painting of it. I started laughing as he stood up and defiantly marched to the stage.

"Fuck it. Yeah, I'm gonna sing me some Lady fucking Gaga and you're all going to be blown away."

I stayed at the bar while he sang. I think I would've been too much of a distraction if I were closer to the stage. I was laughing so hard I couldn't breathe. He sounded like Eric Cartman singing Poker Face on an episode of South Park. It was both magnificent and atrocious at the same time. But dammit, the boy got into it. He was dancing around the stage, flailing his arms and legs around. Pointing to people in the audience and trying to get people into it, which they certainly did. He even got some of Dave's friends to slip money into his jeans, which he rewarded with some gratuitous hip thrusts. I was a complete mess. I felt dizzy from the alcohol and the lack of oxygen to my brain.

When the song was over, he went around giving everyone high fives and fist bumps. He certainly knew how to sell a damn performance. He eventually came up to me, took his beer, and walked away all sassy and proud.

What a ridiculous asshole.

I joined back up with the group, putting an arm around Jon as I sat back down. "Fine, I have to admit it, Jon. You were amazing."

"Yeah, I get that a lot." He wagged his eyebrows and I punched him in the arm. "Oh hey, just so you know, I went to look at the song book after I was done and I took the liberty of picking your Journey song. I think you'll like it."

"Aww, thank you. You can be a real sweetheart sometimes." I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

"Okay everybody! Next we have Lana singing…oh wait, that Jon guy told me to keep it a secret. Well, you'll find out in a moment!"

I glanced over at Jon, who had a devilish grin on his face. "Oh no." I stood up, but paused before going up onto the stage. "What did you do, you dickhead?"

"Hurry up, Lana dear. Everyone is waiting to hear you sing!" I flipped him off and begrudgingly went to the microphone. "I hope you've had enough to drink, darlin'!" he called out, sarcastically.

The music started up and my face dropped. "Seriously?!"

Jon was almost falling out of his chair laughing. It was the fucking Thong Song.

"Fuck, I don't know if I can keep up with this. Ugh, this song is so dumb!"

I put my hand over my face and took a deep breath. I wasn't going to let this asshole win. I tried my best to follow along with the song, but I struggled. The lyrics weren't difficult, but they were faster than I was used to. I generally like to karaoke angry white chick music because it works with my voice. But hip hop? Forget it. I just look like the lamest person in the world. At least Jon was enjoying himself. I guess that was a way to put a positive spin on the situation.

Once I got to the chorus, I caught up and got into the rhythm of it. I was still embarrassed as all hell, though. Thankfully, my hero showed up and saved me.

Dave joined me on stage to try to diffuse some of my humiliation. He began to dance around me, shaking his ass and shimmying his shoulders. By the time the song got to the chorus the second time, I was finally immersed in it. He bent over and started grinding his ass against my pelvis while I pretended to spank him. It was just obscene and if I had been sober and watching someone else doing the same thing, I think I would've felt sorry for them, acting like such fools.

When the song neared the end and it was just a lot of "whoas" over the chorus, he stood up and faced me. I grabbed the top of his jeans and he placed his hands on my hips while I swayed them back and worth. I have to admit that I was getting awfully aroused dancing with him, even if we were doing it jokingly. I wasn't even thinking about the other people in the bar. I was just thinking about him. I was very close to kissing him on stage as the song ended and some of the bar patrons clapped.

I snapped out of my trance and immediately felt myself blush. Dave smiled and clapped me on the shoulder. I gave him a small smile to try to hide my disappointment. I had hoped that he had also gotten worked up. I guess I was alone in that.

We turned to leave the stage and I looked over at Jon. The beautiful laughing smile he had when I started was gone and he looked…he kinda looked upset. I wasn't sure if something had happened while I was on-stage or if he didn't like me making a fool out myself with Dave. Either way, I sat down next to him again and took a sip of my drink.

"That was…special." I looked up at him and he had a slight smirk on his face.

I smiled back, "You're not the only one who can put on a show around here."

"Clearly." He finished off his second drink and leaned back to stretch. "I think I'm going to run outside for a quick smoke break. You wanna come?"

"Nah, I'm going to stay in here." He looked a little disappointed at my answer. "I've tried to be nice about it and not be a nag or anything…but you really should try to quit."

He grunted, gave me a quick head nod, and headed outside.

After waiting a few minutes for him to come back, I decided to go to the bathroom. I normally don't wear make-up, but I had that night, so I wanted to check on it and touch it up if I had to. I did my business and while I was washing my hands, I stared at myself. My make-up was fine. It wasn't smudged or anything. That was good. I thought I looked fairly pretty in it. I didn't put too much on, just enough natural tones to enhance my features.

I noticed that my cheeks were still really flushed. I took a deep breath to try to calm down my nerves. I was still a bit fired up from dancing with Dave. Ah, dammit.

Once I had calmed down and wasn't so obviously horny, I returned to the bar. Jon had come back inside and was chatting up one of the girls from Dave's apartment. He had a new bottle in his hand and she was playing with her hair. Flirtatious behavior, but I suppose I couldn't blame her. I looked around for Dave and spotted him talking to another one of the girls at a separate table. She was rubbing her hand on his back as they talked. I didn't know his relationship with her, but they looked awfully friendly.

I sat down to finish my drink and after a few minutes of sitting alone and staring at the current singer, I felt like I was going to lose my mind. I looked back over at Jon and the girl. They were still chatting, but clearly they had become a lot closer because her hands were casually running up and down his sides. I got up and went to sit at the bar. I ordered another margarita this time because a beer was not going to cut it, the way I was feeling right now. I sighed and rested my head in my hands.

"Something troubling you?" the bartender asked.

"That's awfully stereotypical, don't you think?" I glanced up from my hand and glared at him.

"Yeah, but it usually cheers people up. What's the matter?"

I sighed again and sat up straight. "Just…stupid feelings."

"Care to elaborate?" he laughed.

"No." I sighed as he handed me my drink. "Thanks. I might be here a while." He smiled and nodded, then went back to serving the others.

I nursed my drink for what felt like forever. It was probably only about 10 or 15 minutes, in reality. Eventually, someone sat next to me.

"So why are you over here sulking, hmm?" I turned to look. It was Dave.

"I came out from the bathroom and both you and Jon were flirting with other girls. I felt left out, that's all. So I decided to drink more to drown those feelings."

"You could've talked to us, you know. It's not like they were important conversations."

"You say that now, but no one likes someone butting into their conversations." I took a sip and wiped my mouth. "Especially when they're getting felt up by some hot chicks," I mumbled.

He laughed at me, clearly catching every word I said. "You are ridiculous sometimes, you know that? You'd rather feel like shit than inconvenience someone a little bit and join in on the fun?"

"No…"

"Then I ask again, why are you over here sulking?"

"Fine, I'll leave." I got up from the bar and turned quickly, walking right into Jon.

"What are you two doing over here? Having a party without me or something?"

"No, I was just-"

"She was just being grumpy about how we were flirting with other girls and not her. We were getting touched and she wasn't," Dave interrupted.

He stood in front of me at his full height with his hands on his hips, and I felt so small next to him. "Oh really? You like to be touched, huh?" He leaned in very close to my face so that our lips were almost touching. "If you want to be touched, Lana, you just have to ask."

"That's right," Dave responded. I felt him come up behind me and place his face very close to my ear. He inhaled deeply, smelling my hair. "Whatever you want, El. You just have to ask."

I was feeling a little claustrophobic with how close they were to me, but I wasn't about to tell them to move away. I could feel David's breath on my neck and it made me shudder. Jon brought his hands very close to my waist, but didn't touch me. They both started to slowly move their hands around my body, but never actually made contact with it. Nevertheless, I was extremely aroused by it. It was like I could feel the sexual energy coming off of their fingers. I know that sounds silly, but it's the only explanation that I can think of. My breathing became heavy and I closed my eyes, soaking in this moment of both men teasing me and trying to get me to say that I wanted them.

"I don't want to beg," I whispered. "Please don't make me…"

"What do you want, Lana?" Jon murmured in my ear.

"I want…fuck, I want you to stop this or I'm going to end up fucking you both in public and I really don't want to get arrested tonight." I gathered up my will power and slipped in between them. While walking back to my seat, I could feel just how wet they had made me. I wasn't about to let them know that, though. Neither of them needed the power trip right now.

I managed to regain my composure as we watched the apartment girls since their own karaoke choices. After a while, Dave stood up.

"I'm going to go pick out a song for myself. I still haven't done one and the girls will give me a hard time if I don't." He smiled and shrugged as he left me and Jon alone.

"Feeling any better?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "I just had a weak moment. I'm over it now."

"Happens to the best of us," he said, circling his thumb around the mouth of the bottle. "You seemed like you were having fun up there during your song."

My felt my cheeks grow hot again. "I did." I felt him staring at me and it made me feel self-conscious. Thankfully Dave came back to nullify the tension.

"Okay, that's all set then!"

"What song did you pick?" I asked.

"Oh, you'll see. I think you'll like it."

"Alright ladies and gentleman, next up, we have a duet! Lana and Jon, come on up!" the DJ announced. We both turned to look at each other.

"Did you…?" I asked.

He shook his head. "No. Did you?"

"No." I looked over at the DJ, who was waving us up onstage.

"Hurry up, you two! Your song is about to start!" Dave pushed us toward the stage.

"You bastard, you didn't sign up for a song at all!" I glared back at him.

"Oops, you caught me. Now go sing together like a couple."

We sheepishly walked up to the microphone. "So what song is it?" Jon asked. The opening notes to Total Eclipse of the Heart started.

"Are you fucking kidding me, David?" I asked.

"If you're using my full name, I must be in trouble, huh?" he grinned.

"Fine. Do you want to sing the male or female parts?" I asked.

"The female part, of course. Dude, the male part is just background vocals. Do I really look like the kind of guy who wants to be in the background?"

"Not at all," I laughed.

Oddly enough, we sounded pretty good together. His raspy crooning worked surprisingly well for the song and I started to get really into my bits. When the chorus hit, we just said fuck it and sang together. I fear for anyone who may have been sober in that bar because we probably sounded like cats singing, but dammit, in my inebriated state, we sounded fucking fantastic. When the song ended, he grabbed my head and kissed me. It was remarkably sweet.

Shortly after, we decided to call it a night. As we were paying our tabs and getting our coats on, I asked Dave what his duet stunt was all about.

"You guys both were acting a bit weird tonight. I don't know Jon that well, but he seemed a bit distant from you at times and you were definitely jealous of him when he was flirting with the girls. I'm actually thinking he may have started talking to them because he was jealous of you when we were dancing. It was pretty obvious that you were enjoying it."

"I don't think we were jealous," I said. Jon came up to me after paying our tab and I handed him his hoodie. "Hey, were we jealous of each other tonight?"

"Nah, I don't think so."

"Okay, so you guys are stubborn and can continue to deny it, but I'm pretty damn sure that I hit the nail on the head."

We said our goodbyes outside and headed to my car, leaving Dave and the girls to walk back to their apartment complex.

"So do you want to go back to my place…or do you want to stop at one more special surprise location?" I asked.

An impish grin crossed his face. "What did you have in mind?"

"You know, for as much wild shit as I've done over the years...I have never had a chick take me to a strip club before."

"I bet you've been to a lot of strip clubs though, huh?"

He tilted his head toward me and gave me a look. "Bitch, look at me. All around the world, they call me the rainmaker."

I put my hand over my eyes and laughed. "I call bullshit because I know you weren't that rich before you got signed."

"Oh, I never said I was using hundreds or anything. I'd use pennies and nickels." He acted out tossing coins at strippers. He smiled as he made me laugh. Maybe the alcohol had really set in, but it felt like we were having a better time here than we did singing karaoke. Maybe it was the mostly naked woman writhing on the stage in front of us that made things better.

We were sitting close to each other and he was rubbing my arm while we watched the woman perform. I was still on edge from all the teasing from before and his fingers gently caressing me was torture.

The girl collected her tips and left the stage, then the DJ announced the next dancer. "Alright fellas, give it up for La-la-la-Lana!"

My face went white. Jon's face lit up.

"HA!" He pointed at me with his mouth open. "I fucking TOLD you! I told you the day I met you that Lana was a fucking stripper name!"

I pursed my lips and punched his arm. "Okay fine, but I wasn't named after one, asshole!"

Then the woman, who shared the same name as me, at least for work purposes, stepped out on stage. She had beautiful blonde hair that rested right above her shoulders. She came out in a sleek sports coat and pencil skirt. She looked gorgeous and I would've been one hundred percent fine if she stayed in that the whole time. As she danced and began to remove her clothes, we discovered that she had some bonkers legs and a killer ass. I found myself feeling aroused and jealous at the same time.

When she was finished, Jon looked at me and laughed. "You were really into her, weren't you?"

"Hell yeah, did you see her? She was smoking hot. I'm not normally into blondes, but damn." He cleared his throat and pointed at himself. "Oops," I laughed. "Okay, I'm normally not into blondes that are as blonde as her, how about that? Yours is a lot darker."

"I'll take that. You're right, though, she was really hot. I'd bang her."

"Yeah, but you'd bang everyone." He didn't try to argue against my statement. He just winked.

Moments later, I saw stripper Lana emerge from a side door and come out onto the main floor. She had put a mini skirt and bikini top on, which was more than the g-string that she had left the stage in. I told Jon I had to go to the bathroom and excused myself, but actually I went up to talk to her.

"Hi Lana…my name is Lana."

She laughed and shook my hand. "My real name of course is not Lana." She spoke with a strong Russian accent. "It's just a work name."

"I figured as much. So I was wondering if you were willing to do a private show for me and my boyfriend. I'm trying to surprise him with it. I don't have a lot of money on me right now, but I can give you what I have. What would $100 get me?"

"Ahh, that's a little lower than I like to charge, but you are very polite. Who is your boyfriend? Is he here?"

I pointed Jon out to here. He was entranced with the girl currently on stage and didn't even notice us staring at him.

"Oh my. He is very cute. Yes. Yes I will do a private show. I'd say that I'd do it for free, but I have to make a living, yes? Meet me in the Rose Room."

I laughed and thanked her. "Let me go get him."

"Did you get lost?" he asked playfully when I returned.

"No, but come with me."

"Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise. Just come with me."

I guided him by the arm through the tables of people and over into the back hallway. I knocked on the door marked "Rose Room" and heard Lana say come in! I opened the door and pulled him inside. Lana was standing there in her bikini top and g-string.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I shook my head and smiled. "You are, like, the coolest bitch ever." He pulled me toward him and kissed me hard.

"Hey, hey," I said, breaking away. "It's not like she's all for you. I want a piece, too!"

"You are a cute couple. Now, you said your names were Jon and Lana? Do you want me to play some music or no?" Lana asked us, trying to get started.

"No music. I want to hear the moans that I know will be coming from this Lana's mouth." He stared at me, running his tongue along his bottom lip.

We sat down and got comfortable. I took out the money and handed it to Lana first, just to make sure I didn't forget. She shook her head and told me that she would tell me when to give it to her.

She started with Jon first. She straddled his legs and began to grind and writhe against him. He had the biggest, goofiest smile on his face. He was just too damn cute. Eventually I noticed his hands flexing and grabbing at the back on his chair. He so wanted to touch her and make her moan his name, but he knew about the club's no touch policy. His eyes became dark and his face was flushed. I could tell that he was very turned on and if she gave the word, he would pin her down right here, tear off her panties, and bury his dick in her pussy.

Eventually, Lana picked herself up off of Jon, stroking his face as she did. She came over and walked around me. "I allow women to touch me, if you'd like, sweet Lana." She brushed her hand over my arm as she spoke and I shivered and nodded. She straddled me like she did to Jon, but fully sat in my lap. She had more hovered over Jon's lap, teasing his dick, but not touching it. "You can hold my hips, sweetheart."

I carefully placed my hands on her hips. Her skin was so soft and it rubbed against the palms of my hands and she moved. She rested her head against mind and wrapped her arms around my neck. It felt less dirty than what she did with Jon. It was much sweeter. I slid my hands up her sides and lightly brushed my fingers against her breasts. A faint moan escaped both of our lips. I could hear Jon swear over in his seat.

Eventually she leaned back and told me to get the money. I was about to hand it to her when she put her finger on my lips.

"No, no, my dear. I want you to put it in my g-string…with your mouth." She bit her lip and I swallowed hard. It had been so long since I had been this close to a woman, let alone her pussy.

I put the money between my teeth and she stood up to give me better access. I leaned over and hooked a finger under her g-string, pulling it back so I could place the money inside. I kissed her skin above the hem when I was done and she stroked my hair as a reward.

We thanked her and Jon gave her another $200. I felt bad because I wanted to treat him, but he insisted. We shook hands and as I headed out the door, she smacked me on the ass, making me squeak.

"Your pussy feels so fucking good. It's a good thing your car has a lot of room in the front."

We never made it out of the parking garage. We were both so pent up that he easily convinced me to have sex right there in the car. There aren't any cars around yours. No one will see us, don't worry, he'd said. I probably would've said yes even if there were cars around us and people milling about. I was so damn horny that I would've fucked him out on the asphalt next to the car.

"Would you believe me if I said that I specifically bought this car for that reason?" I said, holding on to his shoulders.

"Probably not. That sounds like something I'd do. Drive a truck with a bench seat so I can fuck chicks in it." He squeezed my hips a little tighter and began to thrust up into me like he was trying to prove his point or something.

"Yeah, you would do that, you fucking slut," I purred with a big smile on my face. He was technically an adult, but it felt like he was sometimes stuck in the mentality of a senior in high school. "Seriously though, I bought this in college, expecting that I'd be having lots of sex in here, but I didn't."

"Well, we're fixing that right now, huh?" He pulled my shirt up and over my head. He stared at my tits for a moment, watching them jiggle just a little every time I moved up and down.

I smiled and nodded at him before leaning in to nibble his neck. He grabbed my hips hard and started to thrust faster into my pussy, taking the control away from me and claiming it for himself.

"You know how I get when you bite my neck, bitch…" he moaned.

I laughed softly against his skin. "I do, and that's why I'm doing it." I moved my mouth up to his ear and whispered, "I want to see your marks on me for a week and I don't want to be able to walk tomorrow."

That was enough of a green light for him. He dug his fingers hard into my ass and I winced as his fingernails definitely left some sort of mark on me. He began thrusting as hard and fast as he could in the passenger seat of a car. I buried my face in his neck, intending to continue nipping at him, but I ended up just moaning.

"You looked so fucking hot with that stripper grinding on you," he growled. "Your face was all pink and I could see how turned on you were. I bet you left a wet spot in that chair. Fuck…I was afraid that my cock was going to punch itself out of my jeans. I wish I could've fucked you both right there in that room."

I grabbed his shoulders and squeezed tightly as I felt my orgasm come up fast. I managed to open my mouth and bite into his neck one last time as my body seized up and my pussy throbbed around his cock. With all of the teasing throughout the night, this was too much for him and he came hard right after I did.

We sat there holding each other for a while as we cooled down. Once I had caught my breath, I pulled my head back and looked at him, laughing.

"What's so funny?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Just this whole scene. We're both almost 30, but we're fucking in a car like a bunch of teenagers."

"Hey, you're never too old to fuck in a car." He winked and I rested my head back on his chest. "You know, you really did look amazingly sexy with that stripper."

"Honestly, I felt really sexy. It's been so long since I've been that up close and personal with a woman. It made me remember why I had enjoyed that one time in college. Sometimes I wish I could go back to that night and do it again."

There was a long moment of silence. I was almost afraid that what I had said had bothered him or made him uncomfortable, but then he spoke up.

"Hey Lana? Would you join me in a threesome?"

Whew! I managed to get a burst of inspiration was able to finish this chapter today. Sorry that you had to wait so long. Oh, and if it wasn't obvious, Lana the stripper was basically WWE Lana because she is freaking sexy as hell. Anyway, like I've mentioned in my other stories lately, feel free to come say hi to me on tumblr. I use the same name there that I do here. I love chatting with people on there.