Kail Lowery:
"Ugh, Sandra!" I cannot believe she forgot to pay the fucking bill again, I step out of the cold shower wrapping a towel around my cold body.
This is bull shit; I walk out of the bathroom and into the tiny living room where my mother was. "What's the deal with the cold water?" I ask, she looks up at me. "Guess it never got paid." She shrugs looking down, looking high as fuck making me pissed.
"Nah dip dumb ass, why haven't you paid it?" My body was cold, it's the middle of winter no hot water, no hot air. I'm sick of this shit.
"I haven't been to work in a couple of weeks, don't have the money or time." She says laying down on the couch. "Oh but you have the fucking money to buy this shit!?" I yell picking up the bag of pot throwing it at her. "Or all this other shit laying around the damn house." I say pointing at the pills and beer bottles.
"You are just like your damn father, always complaining about something. Everything I do is fucking wrong! You are just so fucking perfect huh? Little Kail does nothing wrong ever! Fuck I'm tired of you on me all the time." She shouts standing up walking into her room slamming the door shut.
God, that woman just loves playing the victim."Maybe if you would grow up I wouldn't complain bitch!" I yell, back, she is lucky I go into work tonight.
I walk to my room getting changed into my work outfit, as I walk out the door my phone starts to ring. Looking at it I see it's Wayne; I decide to answer.
"Hey babe."
"Sup, so I was wondering if you wanted to chill tonight. I'm having a party." He offers, I roll my eyes; I don't do parties unless I'm in the mood which is once in a blue moon.
"Actually I'm going to work so no thanks." I explain getting into my car. "Ugh whatever. You never want to do anything fun." He snaps. "Yeah well I don't see how high school parties are fun so."
"Whatever Kail." He cuts short before hanging up, such a child. I try to go into work with a positive vibe; because if I go in pissed— my 'customers' don't want to have anything to do with me as much; which means I don't make as much money.
I walk into the strip club clocking in. "Hey girl hey!" I look over to Jenny and smile. "Hey, have we been busy?"
"Oh yeah." She says pulling money from her bra. I look at the time, it is 9 o'clock so that makes since. "Well I'm heading out. Good luck, and be safe when you go home." She says smacking my ass.
Before getting to work I check my messages to see if Mrs. King has gotten back to me about babysitting, seeing that she hasn't. I walk out going to the bar checking on the girls.
"Ya'll need any help?" I ask them. "No, thank you Kail." Taylor says. I done a couple of private dances each thirty minutes. With me I charge my dances differently.
Thirty minutes, is sixty five dollars. An hour is one hundred and twenty dollars. Anything over an hour I decide, depending on how nice the person is. Knowing for sure they have money to spend on what I charge. Things like that.
After finishing a dance Im walking out, my eyes linger around the club. Not seeing a lot of interesting rich me. When my eyes move to the smaller tables closer to the corner my eyes set on a man sitting by himself drinking what looked to be a vodka.
"Hi." I speak as I approach him, placing my hands onto the table. His head tilts toward me with a gentle smirk. "Well hello there beautiful." His voice was raspy but sexy. The man puts his drink down on the table.
His eyes taking in my appearance before pulling them back to my green eyes. "You work here?" Smiling I sit down in front of him, showing him that I was a sweet caring employee.
"I do, Rough night?" I ask placing my chin into the palm of my hand.
"Isn't that the main reason why married men come to a strip club." He mumbled, I roll my lips into my mouth looking down at his finger noticing the ring.
It's always the attractive ones that are taken. "Mostly, do you want a private dance. Could make you feel better?" I offer bringing my sight back to his piercing green eyes.
He looks down at his wedding ring, becoming deep in thought. I wasn't worried though, I'm pretty convincing. "Come on, it's just a dance. What's the worse that could happen?" I purr, seeing the glimpse of lust in his eyes.
"Sure." He shrugs tilting his attention back to me.
We both get up from our seats walking into the room, the bodyguard stands next to the door. A thought comes to mind, not being able to talk myself out of it.
This man was so attractive, almost like God took days creating this beautiful man. So I turn to Dave mumbling "You can take a break I'm good here."
"You sure?" He asks glancing to the man who walked in already.
"Yeah, thank you Dave." I turn around, shutting the red silk curtain behind me. As the man sat there, seeming a bit on edge, I begin running my hands down my body as the music plays through the speakers.
This part of my life is something I try to keep to myself. The only person that really knows me is my best friend Kendell.
God if Wayne knew I worked here, don't think I'd ever here the end of it. My boss nor my co-workers have any idea how old I am. I'm pretty good at keeping my personal life a secret.
Slowly making my way over to him, twirling my hips around. Pushing my hair back before moving my hands up his thighs straddling his lap.
His hands roam down my body, causing an unfamiliar chill to run through me. I have never let another man touch me during a lap dance; some men are to scratchy for things like that.
Plus the owner doesn't agree with us allowing men to touch us. But this man, he's totally harmless. Poor guy was shaking the moment I sat on his lap.
I begin rolling my hips against the growing bulge in his jeans. All of the sudden I find myself unzipping his pants, our breathing became heavy our hands all over each other as I grind against him in a faster pace.
It has never been this intense with Wayne, maybe it was because of the music or the fact that this man is older, married even. Or the fact he's the most attractive man I've ever seen.
The thought of it made my body heat up, his hand finds his way to my underwear moving them to the side. Somehow I'm allowing all of this.
In my mind I knew this was wrong. I have a boyfriend, he has a fucking wife. But my body wouldn't let me move away.
His bare shaft rubs against my pussy causing a moan to escape my lips. Though this man was drunk, he knew exactly what he was doing.
His arms wrap around my waist standing up pushing my back against the wall. I feel him enter me, my insides clenching around him perfectly. He lets out a growl causing shivers go down my spin once more.
"Fuck." I gasp wrapping my legs around his waist as he lifts my arms above my head.
"My god you feel so fucking good." He whispers in my ear, I bite down on my lower lip.
I could feel him throbbing against my walls "Right there don't stop." That intense feeling in my lower abdomen had me cursing under my breath.
He goes faster and harder, my back hits the wall too many times to count. His low harsh grunts echoing in my ear.
I couldn't take it anymore, the feeling in my stomach busts. Coming all around him— the twitch of his cock had my body trembling.
His hands tighten around wrists, the thrusts become sloppier. My head falls back, and though his eyes were sealed shut. I couldn't help but take in the sight.
"Jesus Christ." He groans slamming into me one last time before stopping completely. I could feel his orgasm pulsating inside of me. Our breath unsteady.
Then reality hits me like a tone of bricks; I just fucked a married man.
What the fuck have you done Kail
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A/N
Just getting started! I do want to let everyone know that I am in the process of going over the story. Fixing it up a bit. So if you are a RR. You may notice a few different things.
It will be the last time and only time I go through and fix some of the mistakes, maybe even cringy stuff. May even add more things to chapters.
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