Characters: Cody Rhodes, Randy Orton, Hunter Hurst Helmsly and Michael Mizanin
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: Songs and lyrics belong to My Darkest Days
Randy struggled to contain his rage as he stood behind his partner and bored a hole into Michael fucking Mizanin himself. Finally. They had the son of a bitch and he wasn't going anywhere. And apparently neither were they. They were at club T-strip, having arrived way ealier in the day and had waited hours for the son of a bitch to show up. Randy had been just about ready to call it a day when Mizanin finally showed up a short while after the doors opened for business. They'd rushed in, finding him quickly in the club that was slowly filling up for the special Saturday night and demanded he come to the precinct for questioning.
Mizanin had picked out a table in the further darkest corner and it was very obvious this was his personal booth as there were no others like it and Mizanin had two body guards standing by on each side. And Randy found that funny. Why would an innocent man need protection? If Mizanin was as good and as innocent as he tried to make himself out to be then he wouldn't need bodyguards. And he would certainly come down to the fucking precinct with them!
"Gentlemen please, have a seat." Mizanin gave them a warm smile as he gestured to the open chairs across the table where they'd found him sitting, "We don't need to go to the precinct to discuss this matter. My lawyer can be here in ten minutes or we can sort this out ourselves."
Randy shook his head. No fucking way were they staying there. "You know we can't question you outside the precinct." He growled at him, "Don't play games with us Mizanin."
"I'm not." Mizanin denied and sounded innocent enough. But Randy knew it was a lie. "But I had nothing to do with whatever you're here for so instead of wasting my time going down to the precinct with you two I'm going to stay right here and enjoy the show." He shrugged, "You are welcome to join me."
Randy clenched his teeth hard, shaking and about to tear Mizanin out of his fucking seat. That fucking bastard was not calling the shots like that! They'd spent almost a whole week trying to get their hands on him and Randy was beyond furious. He was done playing games. DONE. He huffed and Hunter glanced back over his shoulder and the look he gave him made him scowl. Fuck! No fucking way! He shook his head furiously. Hunter was going to do it! He was going to give into Mizanin's terms! He swore under his breath as his partner pulled out a chair and slowly sat down. "Hunter!"
"Just..." Hunter started to say, holding up his hand to silence him, "Just relax Orton. At least we fucking found him."
Randy crossed his arms hard over his jacket and relented although he was fucking pissed. Hunter was right though, at least they'd finally found Mizanin. At least they'd have something new to tell the captain when they reported for the case meeting in the morning. He refused to take a seat though. He'd never share a table with that bastard and he was incredibly perplexed to see that Hunter had. His mind was reeling about it. What the fuck didn't Hunter despise Mizanin was much as he did? How could he stand to let that bastard call the shots? And for fucks sake this wasn't social hour at the T-strip! This was a god damn murder investigation! They should be at the fucking precinct!
He scoffed at Mizanin. God he fucking hated him. He loathed his blond short mohakwed hair. He detested his short plump face and bright blue eyes. He despised every inch of that sick fuck! And he hated how he dressed too. Mizanin was wearing a black long sleeve turtle neck and gray slacks, not very much but each was had a designer lable and paid for with his ill gotten gains. Fucking bastard. How could anyone be so fucked up like that?
"Look Mizanin," Hunter growled seriously, "We know you had something to do with Steven Kelner's murder at your club-"
"Who?" Mizanin cut him off, "I don't know anyone by that name. Sorry."
"Sure you don't." Hunter scoffed incredulously. "Where were you last Sunday night at 6 pm Mizanin?"
Mizanin sighed, "Home."
"Anyone who could vouch for that?"
"My staff."
Hunter frowned, "Come on Mizanin don't try to play us like that. You know I'm not going to believe anyone on your payroll and neither would a jury. Now do you have anyone to vouch for your where about's last Sunday or not?"
"Fine, yes. My lawyer." Mizanin replied and his eyes grew big for a second as if to taunt Hunter. "I was with him going over some business concerning one of my other clubs."
Randy shook his head. That was a fucking lie. And if it wasn't then his lawyer was in on this whole deal too. Which now that Randy thought about it made a lot of sense. No wonder Mizanin always wiggled his way out of trouble. He probably had a good amount of the court house staff on his fucking payroll too!
"I'm going to check on that." Hunter warned Mizanin who only shrugged, "Fine. But you're wasting your time." He lent forward, smirking that sick ass fucking smirk that Randy loathed, "The real killer is still out there."
"Yeah and I'm looking right at him." Hunter said as he stood up, his hand on the table and lent towards Mizanin with a dark glower, "Your time is coming Mizanin. You're going to go down for this murder. We're going to nail your balls to the wall."
Mizanin laughed and wasn't at all bothered by his threat, the amusement over his face making Randy feel sick. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Right. Just like you don't know anything about the prostitution or drugs that goes on in the back rooms."
Randy frowned. Back rooms? He hadn't seen anything like that they last time he was there. Well, heh, that was probably because he'd had his eyes focused ELSEWHERE...
"Nope I sure don't." Mizanin agreed and that fucking smirk was back in place over his lips and making Randy's blood boil. "But feel free to look around. Lap dances are on the house for any fine outstanding member of the Las Vegas police department."
"Fuck you Mizanin!" Hunter snarled loud and slapped his hand down hard on the table, "If I find so much as a funny looking cigarette I'm closing this freak show down and arresting you for distribution!" It was a bogus charge but at least he'd be off the streets for a good eight hours!
That was it, Hunter tore away from the table and stormed off.
"Good luck!" Mizanin laughed and waved, "Try the wings! They're extra hot tonight!
Randy rushed after his partner, fuming, sick to his stomach. Fuck he really hated Mizanin! That bastard just made his body burn with fury! He wasn't going to let him get away with another murder, that bastards time was fucking UP!
"You take the back rooms, I'll scope out the crowd." Hunter barked orders and he didn't argue. The sooner they found something the sooner they could haul Mizanin in. This time in hand-cufss.
He didn't know where the back rooms were but he looked around the club until he found a dark door way and ventured through it on a hunch. And he was right. After rounding a corner he emerged into a long poorly lit hallway that stretched several feet down and was narrow and eerily hollow. There were seven doors spaced out evenly along the wall, all of them closed except for the last one, it's door wide open.
As he walked he tried each door, finding they were locked and from the silence he could tell they were empty. From where he was the music booming in the club was faint, the base only barely vibrating in his ears and he was thankful for the silence. It gave him a moment to breath, to think and collect his thoughts. Shit! Mizanin hadn't been off his game that night and Hunter still couldn't shake him like he did everyone else. They were still fucking stuck with no leads, no evidence and now they were looking for ANY reason to slap a pair of handcuffs on him.
Randy felt a little nervous. He really hoped this didn't come back to bite them in the ass. They were really pushing the envelope here. One wrong move and Mizanin could could slap a law suit against the Las Vegas Police department for harassment and fucking WIN.
Still though he pushed on, carefully. Making his way down to hallway slowly, he wanted to see the inside of one of the rooms, empty or not, and kept going until he reached the very last room and peeked inside.
"Hello?" No answer and he stepped through the doorway, jumping as a soft red light immidiately turned on and lit up the room. "Hello?" Still no answer and upon closer inspection he noticed above the door was the small green light of a motion detector. Relaxing he came further in the small room and carefully surveyed his surroundings. It was awfully cramped, the walls a crimson red and only about twelve feet of space between each one. There was a small black leather over stuffed looking love seat next the wall beside him and he felt the urge to keep away from it. God only knows what had gone on there...
He shuddered and flicked his eyes away to something else. There was also a small platform rising up about four feet from the ground and only about five feet wide with a tall pole that stretched up to the ceiling. So, he wanted to laugh, this was supposed to be a room for just a private show? Yeah fucking right! If that was true then why did he see a pack of condoms sitting up top a small black refrigerator on the other side of the platform? Yep. There they were, clear as day in a big black box that said Condoms in big gold lettering, fifty count.
Jesus someone ordered by the bulk!
He went to grab them, figuring he could confront Mizanin with them and have him try to explain his way out of it. It was better than finding NOTHING. But just as he passed the platform he heard the distinct sound of a door closing and whirled around, scowling as he found the door was closed. Shit. How in the hell did that happen? "Who's out there?" He called, going to the door and tried to open it. It didn't budge. What the fuck? He yanked on the handle, his eyes growing wide. It was fucking locked!
Shit shit shit!
He pounded on the door, "Who's out there? Let me out!" No one answered and he fished his cell phone out of his pocket, flipping it open and cursed under his breath. FUCK. No fucking signal! He snapped it shut and stuffed it away, giving the door another solid pounding. "Hey! Hey can anyone hear me! I'm locked in here! Hello?"
But again there was no answer and after several more knocks he gave up and punched the wall with a furious grunt. "Fuck!" He just couldn't believe it. How was locked IN a room like this? Shouldn't a lock only from the inside?
He ran his hand over his shaven skull, sighing, fuming, completely oblivious to the other door he'd hadn't noticed until he heard it close. "Hello?" He whirled around and when he saw the person who'd come through the other door climb onto the platform and he really wished he hadn't.
His jaw nearly dropped. It was HIM.
The god in the black vynal boots, the god that had been dancing around in his dreams every night since the first time he'd laid eyes on him almost a week ago! He almost laughed as Dashing started to dance. Of course it would be HIM! Of course he'd wind up stuck in a small room with the only man in the world who'd ever made him weak in the knees by just LOOKING at him! Of course Dashing would be in nothing but a tiny black silk thong!
"Hey there handsome," The gorgeous god purred over the music that he just noticed was playing, his voice a deep, seductive tone that made the hairs on the back of Randy's neck stand on end as he watched his perfect lips open and move for each word. Fuck he was sexy. No, fuck, he was fucking PERFECT. And yet he hoped he didn't recognize him. The humiliation would be massive!
"About time you came by for a private show. Did you pay for the hour or just a sneak peak?"
Shit. So he DID recognize him. Well fuck if this wasn't going to be embarrassing! "Um-Uh I didn't mean to, I mean I walked in here-the door was open- now it's not- I mean, it's locked." He paused to breathe and calm his jittery nerves that were trying to shake his voice and steal his words, "I can't get out."
He relaxed a little as Dashing turned and glanced at the other door he'd come in from and gestured to a small white card that was pinned to the center of the door with a slight nod of his head, "The customer card there says you paid for the hour."
"Wasn't me." He insisted almost too quickly and shook his head firmly to try and cover it up. Fuck he was nervous and knew he could only blame himself. If he hadn't let himself fantasize about Dashing he never would have had to try so hard to forget about him. Which he had just started to and now here he was again! "I was just looking around and got locked in."
"Lucky you."
Oh yeah he was SO lucky. Dashing made him so fucking hard and being this close to him would surely kill him. And not only that but Hunter was going to laugh his ass off if he heard about this! Either that or he'd be furious because they just didn't have the time for this shit. "Not really." And besides that too Dashing was just way too fucking gorgeous! How was he supposed to keep his body in check around such...PERFECTION? Especially after he'd already had a good solid feel of his firm ass that he'd so cruelly rubbed against his groin only but a few days ago?
"I'd leave if I could." And he would too, he'd run like hell to avoid the embarrassment of this situation. Hunter was NEVER going to let him live this down. NEVER.
All he could do was hope that Dashing wasn't going to mention his...arousal he'd fought so hard to hide during their first...encounter.
"You sure? I think you would really like my show."
He almost gulped at that. Fuck, he would like his show, he'd like it way too fucking much in his tight jeans and Dashing fucking knew it. Damnit! Why did he wear those? He knew he'd probably see him there! He bit back a groan. Fuck! He knew what Dashing did to him and still he let his sense of fashion out weigh his sense of reason! Idiot! "Uh no-no I'm here on business," He tried to change the subject. He HAD to before his groin made an already increasingly embarrassing situation SO much worse. At the moment he had control, it was manageable. But if Dashing so much as bent the wrong way he knew he'd be completely screwed. His body would betray him and proudly present his arousal in the form of a raging hard on.
Great. Just fucking great!
"I'm investigating a murder that took place at another strip club owned by your boss, maybe you could answer some questions?"
Despite the seriousness of his question Dashing didn't stop dancing, his gorgeous body continued to move, continued to sway and grind so sensually to the beat of the arousing music and those beautiful gray blue eyes continued to try to pull him in like seductive magnets, "I don't know much about what goes on around here, I'm just a dancer." He smiled slightly, his perfect plump lips catching the flashing light just right and glimmered like something out of a dream, "A very good dancer."
Randy wanted to smile back. Fuck yeah he was a good dancer. He especially had the legs for it. He'd dreamed about those long, muscular calves leading to thick but firm thighs that he knew would feel like heaven around his waist... Shit, focus Randy FOCUS. Don't think about his silky skin! Don't think about the way his muscles strain and flex beneath it! And certainly don't think about how fucking PERFECT he looked covered in baby oil! "You sure?" He almost squeaked and had to clear his throat to regain his voice. Fuck Dashing had him so flustered. "Maybe you saw something out of the ordinary that slipped your mind?" There, that was enough to distract him. Focusing on the murder would definitely kill the hard-on he was fighting.
HOPEFULLY.
"I don't pay attention to what goes on around here and I'm pretty sure I've never seen anything out of the ordinary." Dashing answered and still kept dancing, kept thrusting and undulating suggestively but after a moment slowed his movements to a sultry sensual sway and with a confident smirk he pressed his back to the pole and clasped his hands around it above his head. "Well, besides you."
"Me?" Fuck this was torture! Why hadn't he stopped dancing? He wasn't here for this!
He was fighting a shudder as Dashing nodded slightly and wanted to curse him for still smirking and trying to draw him in with his vibrant ocean gray eyes, and fuck if he wasn't dying to give into them. He just didn't know what they wanted. Money? Sex? Him? He could swear he saw real, raw desire in the other man's eyes. But, no, that couldn't be, the lust in his eyes was just a part of his gimmick and Dashing was just trying to work him for money. That had to be it. A gorgeous sex-god like Dashing would never actually be interested in him. They never were!
"You don't look like the other cops around here," Dashing added, "You must be new."
He let himself smirk this time. Despite his bad luck when it came to dating and all the striking out he did in his efforts to obtain a lover he knew it wasn't him. It was his fucking badge that scared everyone away. Not him, not his looks! He was well built and wasn't afraid to say he found himself to be handsome, hell he was PROUD of it. Because unlike most of the people he worked with who had long ago given up on their physics, he took VERY good care of himself. "Well, yes, I am new. But we're not all doughnut eating lay-abouts..." And it was true, he wasn't the only one. John, the captain, was incredibly well built too. And so was Hunter for that matter. But most everyone else just LOOKED like a desk rider. Spare tires from too many doughnuts and other sweets from being stuck at the precinct for too long every day for years and years, and he always wanted to cringe at their coffee stained uniforms they didn't even bother to have dry cleaned anymore. A lot of them had stopped trying, but not him, oh no, he was ALWAYS well groomed and fashionably dressed and he hadn't eaten a carbohydrate in over five fucking years!
"So I see..." Dashing replied as he looked him over slowly with a crooked smirk, "Nice...Very nice..."
He fought a flush he felt rise to his cheeks as Dashing's eyes traveled over his body. Fuck now he was BLUSHING? Get a grip Randy! He took a breath, letting it out slow through his nose so it went unnoticed and again tried to calm his nerves. This didn't have to be as nerve wracking as he was making it! So what if Dashing said he liked what he saw? It was all a part of the act and nothing would ever come about of it even if he was telling the truth. This was all about BUSINESS, not pleasure and Dashing, along with every other employee who worked for Mike Mizani, was a suspect.
"Well if you don't know anything I'll go, but, here's my number," He dug into his side coat pocket and pulled out a small white card with his name and precinct contact information printed in small block letters, holding it out for him to take, "Call me if you see or think of anything."
Dashing stepped to the edge of the platform and took it with a wink, "Will do..." He watched him pause as he glanced down at the card and his smile seemed to grow, "Detective Orton..." They were standing so close now, close enough for him to see the outline of his sex in the tiny black thong that barely contained it and had to fight so fucking hard not to stare at it. Fuck he was huge, and god damnit! Those fucking hips lines! Something about them was just so erotic, so naughty and enticing as they led to the perfectly outlined groin he was beginning to ache for. Well, parts of him ached, the rest of him knew better.
"Um..." Dashing began to laugh gently and his luscious lips made the most beautiful smile that brightened his entire face with amusement, "You do know the door isn't going to open right, Detective Orton? It's set to a timer."
"Oh." He chuckled nervously as he turned his head down to hide another slight flush, there was just something about the way he said his name that made his stomach tighten and want to flip. "There's no way to like, override that with a key or something...Mr...?"
"It's Cody, and nope, not until a half hour from after it locked."
He jerked his head up, frowning. What the fuck he was actually STUCK in there? "Why?"
"Security purposes," Dashing shrugged. "Guys try to leave without paying so the door stays locked until the half hour mark when the attendant comes by to collect. And you can either pay for more or leave. But, you paid for the hour so the attendant will only stop by to offer free drinks-"
"I didn't pay for this." He reminded him none too gently in a firm tone and scowled as Cody winked as he backed up to the pole and again took hold of it above his head, "Sure. If you say so."
He scowled harder and stuck his hand out in an effort to show his seriousness. He really didn't want to get caught in here with him like this. It could ruin him! "You can stop dancing."
"Why?"
He glared, his eyes stuck on his hip lines for a moment before jerking to his face and staying there, Why did he need to explain? He asked him to stop so he should! He needn't explain that he was afraid of what Hunter and the rest of the guys would do if they found out he'd enjoyed even ONE second of his time there! And not to mention the fact that he thought Cody was fucking GORGEOUS and he'd never wanted to fuck anyone so badly in his entire life. Cody should stop dancing simply because, it was fucking TORTURE.
"You're wasting your time, I'm not here for a show."
"Mmmm I don't think so," Cody disputed in a seductive purr as he gracefully glided down the pole, spreading his legs in an enticing split as he neared the platform, "I think you want to watch me."
"NO." He lied. His stomach tightened painfully with need. He DID want to watch him. He also wanted to handcuff him to the pole and fuck him senseless. He wanted to make him fucking scream! But he wasn't there for that, this was all business and he had to be a whole lot more careful when it came to "hooking up" because he never knew who he was going to run into on the job. He was always afraid someone was going to out him and ruin the career he'd worked so hard and so diligently to build. And not to mention the whole Cody being a SUSPECT in a murder investigation thing...
"So..." He went to change the subject once more and tried to kill the silent awkward moment that had settled in between them, "How does one get a job like...Yours?"
"Why? Did one want to get up here and give it a try?"
"No." He said again and cleared his throat nervously, avoiding him entirely with his eyes now. "Just making conversation..."
Cody grew still, finally, and the amusement left his eyes and face as he seemed to give up and sighed inaudibly below the music, "You have to audition a couple of times," He said as he climbed down the plat form on the other side and approached the small black refrigerator he'd spotted earlier in the corner, "And then you get a week to prove you can bring in the money." He opened the short door and after a moment glanced over his shoulder, "I'd offer water but all I've got is orange juice, want some?"
"Sure." He replied with a smile and was so glad he'd finally stopped torturing him that he almost thanked him.
"Want anything in it?" Cody question as his hands emerged with two glass bottle, one orange and obvious the juice while the other was clear with an exotic label pasted around it's neck and obviously containing liquor. "Can't," Although he could really use a drink right about now he had to refuse, "On the clock."
Moments later he was sipping quietly at his juice, savoring the sweet fruit as he rolled it around on his tongue and he eyed the door behind the beautiful stripper who was gracefully downing a shot, and afterward slamming the small glass down onto the platform as he winced slightly from the notorious burn and taste. "So," He broke the silence with again, "I can't get out on your side?"
"Not unless you want to get me fired." Cody answered as he poured himself another shot, emptying the bottle and tossing into the waste basket. "Besides, it's locked too."
He smirked. Of course it was locked. "Shit," He chuckled softly behind his glass, "My partner probably thinks I took off."
"Oh yeah?" Cody scoffed as he rolled his eyes, "You're partner is here too? Goodie."
He frowned, "Do you know him?"
"Heh, sort of," Cody said with a small laugh as he brought the shot glass to his lips, downing the liquor and didn't wince as bad this time as he watched him swallow. "He arrested me once, for public intoxication. Which by the way was totally bogus and got me thirty days probation. Total asshole that guy, your partner."
He wasn't surprised to hear that, Hunter was extremely adamant about doing everything by the books. His partner would arrest people for the smallest of crimes that in his opinion, wasted more time and money than really proved a point like Hunter was trying to do. "I don't know Hunter too well, I've only been his partner for a short while but from what I've heard and seen so far he's got a reputation for being a bit of a hard-ass." He paused and took a deep drink from his glass, his throat going dry as he fought the urge to glance down at Cody's groin. It was just...hanging out for the looking. For the touching...God he wanted to fuck him so bad.
He finished and lowered his glass empty, "He'd ticket his own grandmother if he caught her jay-walking."
"Wow. And here I am thinking he just had something against strippers."
"Nah," He shook his head, "Hunter's just really serious about what he does."
"What about you?" Cody asked and briefly looked him up and down, "Are you one of those uptight cops or do you know how to relax with a gun and a badge on your hip?"
Randy smiled as he opened his jacket, revealing the two beautiful silver guns he kept hidden in brown leather holsters strapped around his ribcage. "You tell me, I wear my guns on my chest and my badge is in my front pocket." He released his jacket and his stomach fluttered as Cody set the shot glass aside, the look in his eyes telling him that his short break from the torture might soon be over, "So then, Detective Orton, Mr not uptight," Cody came towards him, swaying his hips sensually, his voice deep in once again a cruel seductive purr, "Are you going to let me do my job?"
He frowned and stepped back, his legs bumping against the couch he'd done so well in avoiding till now. Shit how had he gotten so close to it again? "What do you mean?"
Cody followed him, closing the distance quickly and startled him into falling backwards onto the overstuffed cushions of the couch, "I mean, I'm supposed to dance and you're supposed to tip me." He clarified as he pushed himself between his knee's, "Whether or not you're in here by mistake I still have a job to do."
"It's-It's alright you don't have to dance for me." He stuttered slightly, his heart racing in panic and he was suddenly hot, like, really HOT.
"And the money I'm missing out on because you were snooping around in a place you shouldn't have been and got locked in?"
He swallowed hard as he looked up at him and did his best to frown as his body broke out into an unbearable warm sweat, "You want me to pay you for a dance I didn't ask for?"
"No," Cody purred deep with a knowing smirk over his luscious lips, "I want you to pay for the dance that your EYES are asking me for."
He shook his head although he was leaning forward and sliding out of his jacket, too hot to keep it on and made himself comfortable. "It wouldn't be right," He said and told himself over and over again as a voice in his head started to try to convince him to give in and was damn near close to winning. "I'M ON THE CLOCK."
"So? It's just us in here, no one else has to know."
He swallowed hard again and wiped sweat from his brow with a trembling hand and looked around at nothing and everything frantically. What the fuck? Why wasn't he putting a STOP to this? He knew this was wrong! "You won't tell anyone?" Shit! He did not just ask that! His stomach tightened as Cody nodded, "I won't, your secret is safe with me." And he put both hands on his knee's and curled his long slender fingers them into his flesh, "Come on handsome, you don't have to hide anything from me. Just relax. You know you want to..."
Fuck! He didn't want to say no so he didn't, he couldn't! Not with Cody's long slender fingers resting so close to his groin and the over powering voice in his head telling him what to do. What would it hurt to just...watch Cody dance? After all he was STUCK in there wasn't he? They had to do something to pass the time...
He gulped as relaxed against the over stuffed leather cushions and bit back a groan as Cody's hands left his knee's and his delectable hips started to sway sensually to the beat of the music. "There you go handsome, just relax and enjoy the show." Cody coaxed with a wink and as if on cue the volumn of the music seemed to grow louder and he turned around, moving towards the platform.
Kevin won't kiss my friend, Cassandra
Jessica won't play ball
Mandy won't share her friend, Miranda
Doesn't anybody live at all?
Eric won't leave me empty handed
Got his number from a bathroom stall
Brandon just got way too much baggage
And that shit just gets old
But I got a guy who can put on a show
The dollar decides how far you can go
Randy looked away as Cody found the pole again and glued his eyes to a spot on the floor and desperately tried to slow his breathing. Fuck, he was nearly panting and his groin was already burning with such arousal it was slowly putting his mind into such a lustful daze. "Up here big guy," Cody guided, winking again as their eyes met, "Just relax, I promise, you'll be very pleased."
He wraps those hands around that pole
He takes it off nice and slow
Cause that's porn star dancing
He don't play nice, he makes me beg him
He drops that thong around his legs
And I'm sittin' right by the stage
With this porn star dancing
He almost laughed at that, of course he'd be pleased! That wasn't at all what he was worried about! He was worried about GETTING CAUGHT. What if the attendant came by early and saw them? Would he tell Hunter if he came looking for him? Would he out him and say he was enjoying a show? Fuck he didn't want to risk it but Cody was so fucking BEAUTIFUL! How in the hell was he supposed to be able to resist him? He gulped again. He had to stop this! He couldn't let his desire for Cody get the best of him! He couldn't watch and enjoy as he swayed and rocked so sensually to the music while his body glistened and gleamed with oil against the lights. He couldn't stare open mouthed and panting as Cody slid down the pole into the splits and gracefully and so limberly rolled onto his hands and knee's and displayed his bare ass so enticingly... FUCK!
He wraps those hands around that pole
He takes it off nice and slow
Cause that's porn star dancing
He don't play nice, he makes me beg him
He drops that thong around his legs
And I'm sittin' right by the stage
With this porn star dancing
Pressure started to build in his groin as Cody peeked back at him over his shoulder as he spread his legs and dripped his back down towards the platform. He gasped, he could almost see his puckered opening that was just barely covered by the thin black string of his thong and let out a groan he didn't have the mind to stop as he squirmed, wanting to reach into his jeans for his cock that was burning out of control to be touched but didn't. He couldn't, he'd save that for later...Again.
Stacy's gonna save her self for marriage
But that's just not my style
She's got a pair that's nice to stare at
But I want boy's gone wild
But I know a place where there's always a show
The dollar decides how far you can go with him
Cody rolled onto his back, keeping his knee's bent and tucked beneath him, his hips rising his impressive groin into the air in a graceful humping motion as he bent back for several seconds with his hands traveling and exploring his broad chest and abdomen. The bitch was teasing him, taunting him into wanting to touch. Fuck he wanted to. He wanted to so bad he was shaking, dripping with sweat, breathless and panting as he silently wished for more.
He knew he should tear his eyes away but couldn't. He was just so mesmerized by the way the lights glimmered and flashed over the perfect skin of the gorgeous strippers body as he seemed to again direct the music with his curvy, gracefully rolling hips.
He wraps those hands around that pole
He licks those lips and off we go
He takes it off nice and slow
Cause that's porn star dancing
He don't play nice, he makes me beg
He drops that thong around his legs
And I'm sittin' right by the stage
With this porn star dancing!
Randy leaned forward slightly, trying to get a closer look as he licked dry lips and let his hand brush across the large bulge in his jeans and made himself squirm. This. Was fucking. TORTURE. And people paid for this!
He groaned as Cody suddenly gracefully came back up to and sat forward on his knee's, spreading them as his hands traveled down his impressive chest to his thighs and stroked them so suggestively towards his straining silk clad cock he now couldn't take his eyes from. Cody was noticeably hard, nearly bursting out from the tiny thong fighting to conceal his thick sex that was so clearly outlined against black silk.
His body shook hard, his mind whirling. Shit was Cody supposed to be aroused to? Of course he was going to be a little aroused to help fill out his thong, it was part of the show! But, like THAT? Fuck he looked just as painfully turned on as he was!
Your body's lighting up the room
I want a naughty guy like you
Let's throw a party just for two
You know these normal boys won't do...
He was panting hard now as watched Cody rise, his eyes going wide as the gorgeous god suddenly stretched one long sculpted leg out and stepped from the platform to the couch, his booted foot pointed elegantly as it landed on the cushion beside his thigh. "You doin' okay handsome?" He asked and just like that was suddenly standing over him, his groin just a half foot away from his face, from his mouth. "Uhhhh-Uhh," He stuttered, too flustered to form any real thought as his eyes danced back and forth between his silk clad groin and his ocean blue colored eyes, "I-I-"
He wraps those hands around that pole
He licks those lips and off we go
He takes it off nice and slow
Cause that's porn star dancing
He don't play nice, he makes me beg
He drops that thong around his legs
And I'm sittin' right by the stage
With this porn star dancing!
"Just relax." Cody thankfully purred as he sank down slowly over his lap and ended the embarrassing stuttering he couldn't get out of, "It's part of the show." He swallowed hard as Cody sat down, straddling his already aching sex that was bulging painfully against his jeans and slowly let his weight down. The warmth of his body was incredible but the flesh he felt sitting against his cock was hot enough that he could FEEL it through his jeans, he could feel his hole resting against him and nearly came un-done with a sharp groan. "Fuck!"
He shuddered hard, closing his eyes for a second as he clawed his hands into the leather around him, taking a deep breath he had to let out slowly and reopened them. His cock was throbbing, his groin was on fire with desire and he was sure Cody could feel it pulsing and twitching beneath him, against his puckered opening that he so badly wanted to burry himself in. "I-I-I didn't realize actual contact was a part of this..."
"Duh silly." Cody chuckled and the slight vibration it caused traveled over his body on his lap and made him moan, "What do you think a lap dance is?"
He swallowed hard again, "Never had one."
"No shit!" Cody gasped and seemed excited, his eyes and face brightening playfully, "I give, the best," He paused, his eyes drifting down to his groin and flashed back up with a lusty glimmer, "Lap dances. You're in for a real treat." His breath caught in his throat as he watched Cody finish with another smirk that made his cock throb hard this time. Fuck Cody was so hot on his lap, he was so turned, he wanted to fuck him SO bad it was dizzying.
Cody rose up from his groin, giving him some much needed relief until he bent back, arching his chest into the air as he slowly lowered himself all the way down against Randy's legs and came to rest on rigid sex again. He groaned, fuck this was just too much! But still he didn't put a stop to it, he couldn't! It was almost like he didn't have control over himself anymore, he could barely think passed the desire he felt raging in his loins for the beautiful GOD on his lap.
He panted faster as he greedily took in the sight his groin first and then his strong chiseled torso and some how managed to resist the urge to run his hands along the perfect taunt muscles of his abdomen and thighs that were still gleaming and so fucking incredible. Fuck this was hard, how was he supposed to keep himself in check? How was anyone?
He gasped sharply as Cody suddenly came back up and sat directly on his jean clad cock again, clawing his fingers into the thick leather of the cushion around him once more and had to fight like hell not to buck against the perfect buttocks that started grinding on his lap. Shit shit shit! This was just too fucking much!
After only a moment Cody slid back and let his legs down, standing and turning around only this time he didn't go to the platform. Randy watched close, breathless, his heart racing as instead Cody carefully straddled his legs and lowered his ass back to his lap. If the music was still playing he didn't know because the only thing he heard, the only thing he saw and felt was the gorgeous God sitting on his groin and leaning back against his chest, careful of his guns as he settled in, "You can touch me." Dashing moaned as he found his hands still clutching the cushions and pried them away. He felt so dizzy, so weak from the burning need clouding his brain that he couldn't stop him from placing his hands on his perfect chest even if he'd tried.
His whole body shook again as his fingers flattened against warm, slick flesh on their own accord and he quickly turned his face into Cody's neck with a groan, "That's not a good idea." He tried to warn even as his hands moved down his torso, his fingers curling slightly and digging into the slick flesh he so badly wanted to run his tongue over instead. But Cody ignored him, covering Randy's hands on his abdomen and kept them there as he lent forward, pressing his ass into his sex as his cheeks spread just enough to let it rub against his string covered opening and peeked erotically back at him over an oily shoulder.
"Fuck!" He couldn't take it. the sultry, fuck me look, was fucking IT. "Stop!" A raspy plea escaped him and it was out of pure desperation, he felt like he was going to fucking lose it!
"Hmm?" Cody purred as he rocked back again, simulating taking his cock and nearly killed him. He was such a goddamn tease! He couldn't take another second of this TORTURE!
"STOP." Fuck he was going to explode in his pants! "Get off me." He slapped his hands to his hips and forced him on to the other cushion and sprang up, his heart racing as he panted and went for the door. If he didn't leave NOW he was going to make a complete fool out of himself or do something really horrible like try to fuck him and feel even more a fool when Dashing turned him down! He grabbed the door handle, cursing between hard breaths as he found it was still locked. Fuck he could have sworn it had been thirty minutes! Desperate he tried the handle again and again until he felt hands on his shoulder forcing him to turn around and did so with a grunt as he was pushed into the corner.
"Where are you going?"
He pressed into the corner hard, shaking his head and for the life of him still couldn't regain his breath! "I have to get out of here."
"No, you have to stay." Cody argued, his face flushed, his voice hoarse and he looked ready to pounce on him. He tried to push him away but Cody was faster and caught his wrist, holding it firmly, "Why are you still trying to hide? Your partner isn't here." His eyes were glassy, lustful, seductive and Randy shivered as he watched him bring his fingers to his lips. "Why bother? I KNOW you want me."
Randy swallowed hard and couldn't answer him. He wanted him SO fucking bad he had no words!
Holding his breath he watched as Cody separated two of his fingers and trembled as he rubbed them against his parted lips. "I won't tell anyone..." His tongue flicked out and he moaned as he tasted them, "Detective Orton."
Randy's jaw dropped and he was entirely speechless as Cody's lips closed over his fingers, drawing them into his mouth with a soft moan. Oh god oh fuck! This wasn't good! Oh god but it was! His breathing quickened to a pant, his mouth hanging open as he watched and immensely enjoyed the feeling of Cody's hot wet mouth sucking on his fingers.
Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!
All too soon his fingers slid from between Cody's lips with a soft plop and Cody was staring at him again.
Cody released his wrist and pinned him in the corner between his hands flatted against the door and the wall, "I'm about to make this really easy for you." His voice dropped to a seductive rumble that made Randy's cock twitch and his bright blue eyes were so ablaze with desire in the dim red lighting that they held him captive and wouldn't let him look away.
"Yeah?" He heard himself ask and couldn't believe he wasn't pushing him back, why wasn't he putting a stop to this either?
Cody nodded as brought his hands up to his chest between his pistols and licked those luscious lips he'd been so lucky to have wrapped around his fingers, "Mm-hmm, you don't have to do a THING." His fingers found his nipples and rubbed them through his shirt and that fucking smirk he kept melting him with returned. "But just so you know, this isn't a part of the show." He gulped again and Cody sank down to his knee's, his hands returning to the wall and door briefly and kept him there, keeping him inside the safe bubble of secrecy he'd created.
Randy followed him with his eyes all the way down, shaking, burning and tensing with such need he was sure he'd pass out soon if he didn't find release, "So-so what is it then?" He questioned and hoped this was going exactly where he though it was. To have those pretty lips wrapped around his cock would be fucking HEAVEN.
Cody smirked that fucking smirk still as he slid his hands up his thighs and didn't stop until they passed his hips and came to rest on his abdomen, "This, Detective Orton, it the best blow job you'll ever have."
For some reason he believed that. Something told him Cody was about to blow not only his aching sex but his fucking mind too.
He swallowed hard and nodded, shuddering as Cody's hands glided down his abdomen and found the waist line of his jeans. "I'm going to unzip you now..." He purred as his long slender fingers lowered and groped and fondled him roughly threw the thick denim, eventually tracing the outline of his pulsing sex that was protruding noticeably against the constricting material. He could only nod again, all sense of reason completely gone. Fuck he wanted this SO fucking BAD!
"Fuck you're big," Cody moaned as he tugged the zipper down, gasping as his cock sprang free and bounced against his cheek, "Shit like, really fucking big."
Randy sucked his bottom lip between his teeth as a hand found the nape of Cody's neck, already imagining the gorgeous mouth slipping over his cock with a hard thorough shudder. He tried to be patient, he tried to let Cody take his time but he just couldn't! His body just wouldn't allow it! And thankfully Cody seemed to know it because just as he was about to pull him towards his cock those luscious lips engulfed him, drawing him into the most intoxicating, exquisite sucking heat he'd ever experienced. His eyes rolled beneath fluttering lids. In the back of his mind he knew he shouldn't be doing this, but fuck Cody's mouth was so hot, so wet and strong and swallowing him just right. "Shit." He cursed through gritted teeth, his head snapping back into the small gap of the corner as he pushed his cock deeper, moaning deep as Cody choked and gasped around his throbbing shaft.
His eyes rolled back into his head on their own as he bucked and thrusted his cock down the perfect contracting throat, his movements jerky as a powerful tightening in his groin set his body ablaze with passion. Cody had no idea how bad he wanted this. He had no idea how wonderfully his mouth was either. It was heaven. Wet, sucking, licking, swallowing HEAVEN.
He cried out as Cody's tongue unexpectedly and like a gracious creature that knew exactly what to do traveled over the tip of his cock, dipping into the sensitive slit and nearly drove him over the edge. His back tensed, making him arch, his toes curling within his heavy black boots and he couldn't stop a loud moan rumbling up from his throat. "Ohhhh fuck! That's so good, don't stop-" Something grabbed him further down and he gasped, jerking his head down to see Cody's hand suddenly on his sac and toying gently with his balls. Just looking made him dizzy with desire but the feeling of his mouth and his strong hand on him now was fucking intoxicating. Fuck he was so dizzy and overwhelmed with ecstasy he was panting and shaking like mad. "Oh god..."
He watched as Cody's tongue lapped at him, toying with the sensitive head of his sex and coating it with spit. It felt so fucking GOOD.
Cody's powerful tongue trailed lower, stroking long lines down his throbbing dick until he couldn't take another second of his teasing and snarled down at him savagely. "Suck it." He forced his cock between his lips, growling as Cody moaned around his shaft and swallowed it. The vibration making Randy jerk away but the hand still on his neck quickly yanked him back to his cock, guiding the beautiful strippers mouth to bob on his sex as fast as it could. Fuck this was just too fucking good.
He thrusted and started fucking Cody's lips, filling the hot sucking mouth that was determined to give him the best blow job of his life. And it was succeeding.
His cock slipped out and his body shook. "God you're so fucking big!" Cody moaned hard, "God yes come on fucking choke me with it!" He quickly sucked him back into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks against his shaft with a beastly grunt. Randy lost it, fucking Cody's mouth at an alarming rate, cursing, growling, snarling like a savage animal! He threw his head back, eyes screwed shut tight. Cody just made him feel so fucking good!
He wasn't going to last long. He could already feel his body tensing and preparing for release, his groin throbbing and pulsing hard and making his knees shake. The hand on his balls moved to his shaft, the expert mouth slipping away and letting it take over, "Come on handsome, cum, spill it down my throat." Cody rasped, looking up at him and again he engulfed in the wet delicious heaven that was his mouth.
That fucking did it. God damnit Cody was just so fucking HOT! His stomach tensed hard, the first wave of release tearing over him. He convulsed uncontrollably, smashing himself into the corner harder and harder as he started to spill and still kept his hand on Cody's neck. And the gracious creature kept on sucking, kept on hollowing his cheeks and collecting his essence against his tongue.
Fuck! He'd never had it so hard release he felt was like his fucking MOUTH. It hot and squeezing around his entire body and so fucking GOOD.. And It was wonderfully stiffling. Choking him, forcing him to cum harder than he ever had before.
Fucking. Hell.
Randy's head fell back with a hiss and gasped as his cock continued to spurt, emptying his sticky fluid into the beautiful strippers mouth for what seemed like hours until finally it stopped and the euphoric waves of ecstasy started to subside.
Cody's mouth left him and he heard him spit, his mind and body still too scrambled and blown away to form any real thought. And he was glad, that meant he didn't realize how fucked up what they'd just done was. And not to mention hot illegal it was too!
Cody rose up his body gracefully, moaning as his longer slender fingers wiped at the corners of his mouth.
Without thinking he took hold of him, wrapping his arms around Cody's torso and tried pulling him in for the kissing, wanting so badly to finally taste them. But Cody put his hand against his chest and pushed, keeping their lips from meeting as he held his head back at an awkward angle and frowned, "What are you doing?"
He stared at his swollen lips, aching so badly to kiss them that he couldn't look away, "It's your turn isn't it?"
"Oh uh, No." Cody replied and suddenly sounded incredibly nervous in his arms, "No that's okay, you don't have to worry about me."
Randy fought a grimace. Of course not, this wasn't anything special. It was just a blow job in the back of a strip club and nothing else. FUCK. "Sorry." He mumbled, it was all he could think to say as he yanked his arms down to his sides. Turning slightly he brought his jeans back up around his waist, feeling like such an idiot as he rushed to get himself right in his clothing and avoided eye contact until the last possible second and even then still didn't know what else to say. He wanted to say he was incredible, he wanted to say that he'd like to see him again but it was so obvious that Cody had gotten what he wanted and now he was done. Now it was time for him to leave.
He snatched his jacket from the couch, quickly pulling it on and reaching for the door, "So um," He said nervously as he grabbed the door handle, "Thanks?"
"You're welcome..." Cody replied with a kind, warm smile that quickly faded and left him looking somewhat...sad? Randy frowned. What the fuck was he disappointed? His frowned deepened, what the fuck he thought he wanted him to leave?
Cody's reaction was confusing and as much as he wanted to stay and get an answer out of him he knew he just couldn't, he had to go, he'd already let this go far enough and he was starting to panic again. Hunter was definitely going to be pissed at how long he'd been gone and he didn't have the slightest clue as to what he should tell him when he asked! Fuck! He opened the door, cursing as he found it unlocked now and went to step out, looking around first and relaxed when he found the hallway was still empty.
"Wait." Cody pulled him back in, shoving his hand into his front coat pocket as he watched him worry his plump bottom lip for a second until their eyes met. After a moment his hand slipped away and his teeth released his lip, and still he looked nervous, "I'm going out of a limb here but...Here's my number...Call me sometime..."
TBC
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