Candy was expected to come over this evening to make dinner with me. I had tried to be as upbeat and cheerful in my text messages to her, it was clear she didn't want to talk about it. It took a little convincing on my end but she agreed to come at seven.
Chris had been out all day so I took this opportunity to prepare the house for company. I spent the hour before her arrival deep cleaning the house like a crack addict. All of Chris's strewn-out clothes were now washed, folded, and neatly stacked in a pile on my blue chair. His boots neatly shined and set by the front door, ready for the next time he wanted to wear them. From what I remember him telling me, he said he could clean.
Still waiting on him to show me that.
At precisely a quarter to seven, there was a soft knock on the front door and Candy walked in with a smile. I couldn't help but notice the dark purple splotches of bruises showing from under her thick foundation. The sight made me sick, but I dare not mention it yet. It was too soon.
"Aw Peachy," she cooed, pulling me in for a hug. "You didn't have to clean for me. You know that."
"Trust me," I laugh. "I really did."
She eyed Chris' things by the couch, everything finally neat and orderly as it should be. "How's it going between you guys?"
I kept busy wrapping up the vacuum cord, wanting to avoid the topic altogether. The way he looked at me last night was unforgettable. How he was gentle with me, even when seeing me scantily clad in my lingerie. "He's still an asshole, that's for sure."
Her eyebrows raised, but we both knew there was no surprise here. "What'd he do this time?"
Made me horny, to say the least.
"Same ol' shit." I rolled my eyes and walked to the kitchen for some well-deserved wine.
"So why you look like you're hiding something?" She followed after me, lifting herself onto the countertop. Right where Chris' little whore sat.
A look of disgust washed over my face. "You don't want to sit there." I warned. Sure, I had cleaned that countertop more than I can count, but no amount of disinfectant would rid me of that image.
She quickly scooted over, squealing out. "Oh my god, Briel. I knew you guys were-"
"Oh, honey," I laughed cynically, pouring two glasses of wine. "It wasn't me he was messing around with on that counter."
"Ew! Who was it?" She giggled.
"I don't remember her name."
Melanie.
"So y'all haven't?"
I shook my head, peering up at her over the rim of my wine glass. "I've had to turn him down countless times."
She crossed her legs daintily with a suggestive smile. "You've got it so bad for him, Briel. You can't deny that man is carved from the finest fruit."
Leaning up against the counter adjacent to her, I gazed up at the ceiling. "It's so true, Candy. I can't even tell you how difficult it is to hold back sometimes. Did I mention he fucking sings too?"
"Is he good?" She wiggled with excitement.
A sly smile crept up my face. "Of course he is, like are you joking me!"
"I don't fucking sing." He stumbled into the kitchen. His face yet again smeared with blood-evidence of yet another fight. The sight of him scaring us enough to make us jump in our spots. Ignoring our frightened squeals, he turned on the kitchen faucet and dipped his head under the water.
"This is normal." I shrugged as she watched the blood rinse off his face and down the drain with worried eyes.
"No kidding."
Chris lifted his head from the sink and wiped the water off his face, eyes meeting mine with intensity. Naturally, he was pissed off again with no apparent reason whatsoever. He licked his lip, practically growling as he eyed me. "You making me dinner?"
I laugh out, finishing the remaining bit of wine in my glass. "I'm making us dinner. I'm not your momma."
Candy giggled, swirling her glass around. "You got two hands, I'm sure you could whip something up."
Eyeing me up and down slowly, to say he was angry was an understatement. Turning his glare to Candy, he faked a smile and stepped closer to her. "And you got two legs, I'm sure you could spread 'em."
"Oh, he's a clever one!" She giggled while tipping back her glass.
"Welcome to my world." Even though I laughed along with the jokes, deep down I felt a sense of discomfort knowing that he would surely remind me how upset he was. One way or another.
"Aww look at him getting all grouchy." Candy teased, eager to push his fragile buttons.
"Yeah, I'm feeling real fucking grouchy right now." He grumbled before stomping out of the kitchen with his big mean boots, probably on his way to the couch to watch tv.
"This is like 24/7, Candy." I almost sounded defeated, and in a way I was. One moment Chris is tolerable and even sweet, then the next he's cold and distant. Acting like I'm in his way, disturbing his brooding attitude. "This right here is why I won't get involved."
"I bet he's a Leo." Candy mused. "Very egotistical."
"You could say that again." I yanked my phone from out of my back pocket and began my search for an easy recipe to prepare. I had a few ideas in mind, but I was not gifted in the art of cooking so I heavily relied on youtube videos.
"What are we making?"
"How's canned soup sound?" I wasn't joking. I mean what the hell is a Scampi pasta anyway?
She laughed and it sounded like music, so happy and natural. Daintily she slid from the counter and opened up my rather sad looking pantry. "Do you have any vodka?"
With a sigh of relief, I closed my phone screen and slid it back into my pocket. "You're right- forget about food. Let's drink."
"You're hilarious," she pulled out a box of penne pasta. "But we're gonna put it in some pasta first."
"Well, that's easy enough." I shrugged, reaching into the freezer for the brand new bottle of vodka Chris hasn't found yet.
"Get some shot glasses though," she winked at me before she readied a pot to boil. "I could go for a few shots."
"Let's make jello shots!" I squealed, holding up the package of cherry jello.
"Great." I faintly heard Chris groan, knowing full well that we were most definitely getting plastered tonight.
I left the majority of cooking to Candy, and I stuck to making drinks. Both she and I had shared countless vodka sodas and we felt it. We sat crisscrossed on the countertop, forcing our pasta down while giggling about nonsense.
"I am never texting him after this," she held out her phone to show me a sappy 'I want you back' text from her last sexual encounter.
"Candy, he's being so sweet!" I tried to defend him, but truthfully he had no idea what he would be getting into.
"I know. It's disgusting." She cackled, swaying as she laughed. "God, you know what I miss?"
"What?" My straw slurped loudly as I reached the end of what I believe was my fifth drink.
"High school."
I choked out a laugh. "What the hell, why?"
"Not the going to school part, duh. I mean like the boys, the drugs, you know the parties and stuff."
"You can still have plenty of all that, just more mature." I winked. "Boys become men and drugs become harder."
"So true." She slurred, sliding down from the counter and stumbling over to the vodka. "The coke is a lot better now, that's for sure. Did you ever do coke?"
I shrugged, a smile creeping up my lips. "Yeah, a few times. I don't know it's been forever."
"I wouldn't have pegged you as a coke head." Chris languidly strode into the kitchen, empty glass in hand. We all needed our refills.
"See that's where you're wrong." Candy pointed her hot pink acrylic nail at him. "Peach is a good girl."
His deep eyes examined me, fascinated. "A good girl, huh?"
Oh, fuck me.
"Look at her!" Candy giggled, swaying as she tipped back her cup. "Totally not a coke head. Now you on the other hand."
He raised his brows, licking the whiskey off his lips. "Sure, I like coke."
"You sell it too." I giggled, swinging my legs off the counter.
The surprise on his face was a better payoff than I could've ever imagined. Chris thought he had hidden it well, making calls about "big eights" and kilos. Large amounts of cocaine-like that had to mean he was a big-time coke dealer. Up until now, it was only a theory, but that look told me all I needed to know.
"Do you really?" Candy asked shocked.
"No." He lied, starting to look unamused.
"Can we have some?" She giggled, biting her lower lip.
He glared without answering and turned away from us, opening the fridge. This was obviously something he didn't want me to know. But come on? Like I wouldn't find out in some way or another.
Am I still a dumb broad, Chris?
"All jokes, Mr. Man." She nudged his shoulder playfully. "Bri, let's go to your room."
Good idea.
The floor looked much farther away than it was, making me hesitant to jump down from the counter. My drinks had fully settled in and I was at that point of no return. "Chris," I whined, flopping my head to the side.
He slammed the refrigerator door shut and sighed heavily as he turned to me, very unamused. "What?" He grumbled, now standing in front of me.
"I don't want to hurt myself."
He stared into my eyes, gazing deep into my intoxicated thoughts. Grabbing my hips firmly, he slid me into his waist with great force. "You and I are gonna have a conversation later." He growled deeply, only loud enough for me to hear.
I couldn't help but laugh, rolling my eyes with attitude. "Okay, captain."
"You know what, Briel." He lowered his head down to my ear, lips touching the warm skin. As he spoke his voice vibrated through my body, tweaking my nerves.
"Hmm?"
With a grunt he slowly slid me off the counter and down to the floor, pressing into me even harder now. The close contact driving me crazy inside, a warm feeling budded in my loins as proof of my attraction. "I don't think you're a good girl."
I stood frozen in place, our breathing matched at a slow pace. With a shred of confidence, a lazy smile rose my cheeks. "Oh, you don't?" I purred, faking a pout.
His hands squeezed at my hips before stepping back away from me. Jaw muscles twitching as he shook his head slowly. "If you don't come out and talk to me I'll fuckin' drag you out myself."
I looked past him at Candy who was in her own little world, dancing in a small circle. "You got it, mister."
-
"Can I ask you something?" Candy said softly, turning on her side to look at me laying next to her.
"Anything you want."
"What would you do?"
I watched her carefully, slowly blinking to focus. "If what?" As I asked her, I realized what she might've meant.
"There were three of them." Her eyes slowly puddled with tears.
Swallowing hard, I dug deep for courage. Though she did need it more than I did now. The idea was far too painful to imagine, too raw and real. "I would be a wreck."
"I don't even know what to feel." Her lips quivered while she spoke. "I keep trying to remind myself who I am but-"
"They took it." I whispered soft and slow, taking her hand in mine before she could cover her face.
"I'm sorry, Peach."
"Why?" I soothed.
"Because they didn't like me."
"What do you mean? Why are you ap-"
"They liked you."
My heart felt like it slowed to a stop in my chest. "They liked me?"
"They said I'm not good enough but you will be." She shut her eyes tightly, squeezing hard. "I put up too much of a fight."
Silence was the only reply I could muster, blood running cold in my veins. I couldn't even imagine myself speaking again, quieted by the swell I felt deep in my throat.
They liked me.
-
I hadn't moved an inch, even blinking became rough. Candy had fallen asleep, still gripping onto my hand for comfort. For the past hour or so she would make small jolts and tiny sounds. They had changed her. Maybe not on the outside but on the inside, her emotions and thoughts were now tainted with the pain they caused her. Even the darkness of her heartache spilling into her dreams. There was no escape for her. There was no escape for us.
All of my thoughts weighed so heavy on my mind, crippling all of my senses. I almost didn't hear Chris walk in the room, but those big mean boots thudded hard against the wood flooring- making his presence known.
"Don't even fuckin' pretend to be asleep." He slurred, standing behind me. When I didn't say anything, he forced his arms under me and scooped me up, slinging me over his shoulder.
A small yelp escaped my lips, his shoulder dug painfully into my ribs, pressing harder with every quick movement. I gripped onto the back of his t-shirt, nails pressing into his skin. "You're hurting me." I gasped before he flopped me down onto the couch.
"What the fuck you doin'?" He growled, anger had clouded his vision.
"I could ask you the same thing-fuckin' A." I was motionless, eyes wide with surprise.
"How do you know I sell?" He quickly closed in on me, making me feel like I needed to sink deeper into the couch to get away. "Is that why you moved my shit around?"
I let out a small laugh. This is what he wanted to have a conversation about? What? Does he think I'm gonna tell on him? Jesus christ... what a dumbass.
"You think it's funny, huh?" He shot his hand out and grabbed onto my jaw. "Don't fucking laugh at me, Briel. I'm very fucking serious right now."
I wouldn't let him scare me when I knew I did nothing wrong. Holding my chin high, I continued smiling and stared him directly in the eyes. "I think you're overreacting."
"Overreacting?" He growled.
"I could give a shit if you deal around coke. It's not my business. Now, cleaning the house is my business. You left your stuff everywhere. Not once have you even so much as lift-"
"So how do you know?" He asked, seeming to calm a little.
"I can hear you talking on the phone, I'm not dumb." I pushed him off of me and rolled my eyes. "You really just dragged me out here to bitch and moan about this?"
"I told you I would." He crossed his arms, showing off his impressive biceps.
"You're so annoying, dude. Just leave me alone." I stood, pushing past him. "I'm taking a shower."
"I'm annoying, you fuckin brat. All I wanted to-"
"Just stop talking, Chris. You're just so damn mean all the time, it's no wonder you get in so many fights and shit." With a final look at him, I escaped quickly down the hall, slamming the door to the bathroom.
-
The water ran steaming hot, making the mirror begin to fog up. In a drunken daze, I mindlessly dragged my hairbrush down my hair one final time before I completely lost sight of my reflection.
I had stood my ground this time, but god I hated fighting with him. It was all too much, all of the quick-witted comments and well-executed retorts. Let's not forget the distraction of the raw sex appeal.
With a sigh, I pulled the shower curtain open and stepped into the hot stream of water. Washing away any sadness or fears if only for just a moment.
It's my own fault I allow him to get to me so much. If it was anyone else, any other situation I would do just fine, serving snappy comments and insults left and right. But those eyes and the fire they held within them lit a new flame in me. I inevitably melt on the spot.
My mind flashed through images of his unforgettable features. His smile- complete with dimples, the eyes, the abs, and that damned jawline. I closed my eyes and remembered his hands gripping tight to my hips, pressing me into him, closer than ever before.
There was a flutter in my chest and I felt a tingle in my abdomen, warming me up to my core. I groaned to myself, feeling my nipples harden and goosebumps cascade down my warm body. My appetite for him was becoming insatiable, whether I wanted it to or not.
My teeth caught my lower lip and I gave in to my imagination, allowing myself to indulge in this small fantasy. I couldn't help but move my hand down to my clit, raising my leg up to the edge of the bathtub for better access.
"Oh, Lord-" I moaned to myself quietly, letting myself imagine him in this moment-touching me like this. Maybe even better. My knees quivering below me as I leaned back against the shower wall, one hand keeping a steady rhythm while the other squeezed up at my breast.
I tried his name on my mouth, admiring how it rolled off my tongue like silk. Reaching the crescendo of my fantasy, I began to moan louder now, trembling out pants of desire.
"Yes-Chris." I whimpered, and just as I did, the bathroom door swung open. Chris's voice rang out through the room, the deep tone sending waves crashing over me.
"Look, I'm real sorry, Peach. I just want you to know I'm trying, okay?"
My hand pressed tightly against my mouth as I came, my body wracking with my orgasm.
Thanks to him.
"You good?" He questioned after a short silence, making me snap back into my mind.
"Why-yes we're good." I snapped. "Now get out? I'm trying to shower."
"Night, Peach."
"Goodnight." It was near impossible to control my breathing.
"I'm really sorry." God, he sounded adorable.
And drunk.
I smiled, dunking my head under the stream of water. "It's alright, Chris. You're forgiven."
"Okay, good." He cleared his throat. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
Very good night.
-
"You look happy." One of my regular patrons, eyed me happily as he sipped down the long island ice tea I had just made him. "More genuine."
"Ah, well thank you, Jimmy." I leaned up against the bar top, sliding around the sanitizing towel. "It's been a very interesting few days."
"You wear happiness very well."
"That so kind of you to say." I waved my hand. "It feels good to be happy. Doesn't it?"
He grinned, showing gaps of missing teeth in his smile. "Sure does, honey."
Candy walked past the bar, leading a younger client to the lounge. She waved at me, keeping in her seductive character and mouthed something to me.
"What?" I mouthed back, slightly leaning over the counter to try to hear her better.
"Is Chris out front?" She repeated before I lost sight of her.
Out front? As in like, outside Honeys? My stomach churned with what felt like anxiety, and my mind flooded with the urge to run out and peak.
"What is it?" Jimmy asked, noticing my eagerness.
"I think a friend came to visit." I looked back at him, biting my lip to stifle my excitement.
"Go look!" He waved his hand quickly.
"You don't mind?" I asked, already circling the bar to take my leave.
"As long as I can see that pretty smile when you come back." He winked playfully.
I hurriedly made my way to the door, making sure to smile sweetly at Vic before pushing the door open. I stood scanning the lot for Chris' truck, looking at every row, hoping I would see him, but I was met with disappointment.
He wasn't anywhere to be seen, leaving me feeling empty and alone. Of course, he wouldn't be here what was I even thinking? He was most likely working or passed out on the couch. The real disappointment here was the fact that I let myself get so excited. It was embarrassing, to say the least.
What if he was here? What would even happen?
I put my smile back on and returned to the bar where Jimmy sat waiting. "So? Did you see your friend?"
"Yeah." I shook my head, beaming at him to hide my growing ache to return home. "It was very nice to say hello."
"Good Peaches!" He shifted in his seat, setting down a fifty dollar bill. "You wanna give me a little dance?"
"Sure." I smiled softly, sliding the bill in my bra. "Follow me."
-
Tonight's shift had been much needed, no drama just regular clients on a slow night. It was a small joy being able to get off and unwind faster. I even stopped by the grocery store and bought myself some snacks to hoard in my bedroom, popcorn was my weakness.
I stood in front of the microwave, watching the turntable slowly rotate the bag around before it began to expand. Fingertips eagerly tapping against the countertop as if the simple action could speed up the process. I just wanted to be able to start a movie before Chris got home, I enjoyed having my living room to myself again. The poor man hated my taste in sappy romance movies.
I wanted to be alone, to relax in my own way. I knew this- so why did I feel an unease knowing he wasn't here with me?
It was practically a chore having to force myself to stay level-headed and true to my own rules. I'd made it clear enough that I wouldn't do anything, and I had perfectly good reasons as to why I wouldn't.
Why did I want him?
I sat curled up in his spot, scrolling through the tv guide for movies with my popcorn ready in my lap. My luck would have it that there was not a single decent looking movie playing, so I settled with the comedy channel.
Something he would watch.
TV show after tv show went by and my eyes began to get heavy. Still alone, I took the opportunity to stretch out along the length of the couch. Starting down at my empty bowl of popcorn that now sat on the floor beside the couch, I contemplated making a refill.
Do I really need another bag?
My heart leapt in my chest as I heard the front door unlock, frantically I sat up and scooted myself out of his spot. We met each other's gaze and I felt an uncontrollable urge to smile.
Chris walked up to me, running his hand through his messy curls. "Can you cut hair?"
Second the man walks in a room he demands something. I swear.
"Yeah, kinda. I don't know, I don't have much practice." I shrugged.
"Why's there popcorn in my seat?"
"I was snacking on some." The corners of my lips twitched with a girlish smile. "Do you want any? I can make another bag."
"No thanks." Holding eye contact that shot daggers of lust into my pounding chest, he tore off his shirt and discarded it to the floor. "I'm fine, doll."
This is a test. I'm being tested.
STOP LOOKING.
"How was your day?" I asked, desperately wanting to continue a neutral conversation. To distract myself, I fiddled with the strings on my pants.
Standing practically right in front of me he unclasped his belt buckle and ripped it from the loops aggressively. "It was real nice, Peach. I'm gonna go shower."
"Wait," I called before he was able to walk down the hall.
"Hmm?" He smiled seductively at me, dimples showing through the shadows in the dim room.
"Did you show up to Honeys tonight?"
"What if I did?"
"Candy thought she saw you." I nervously twisted a lock of my hair, watching for his every move.
"Did you see me?" His tone sent shivers soaring down my spine. When I shook my head, he began to unbutton his jeans slowly. He knew I was watching, unable to look away for even a moment, and he loved it. "Then I guess I didn't."
Before I could respond he disappeared into the bathroom, leaving me in a mess of temptation.
What if he did show up?
-
The only thing getting me through today was knowing that it was my Friday. I had stayed primarily in the bar section, waiting tables and making drinks for the majority of my shift. It was another decently slow night, but the patrons weren't necessarily the sweetest bunch. Mostly grumpy men in stiff suits, and older worn out pervs who find it necessary to treat me like a dog. I knew the little leg pat gesture they liked to use to summon me over, all too well.
Only a couple more hours to go, and I had a date with a bubble bath and a bottle of wine. A refreshing thought to get me through.
I swayed my hips delicately through the dark tables in the bar, carrying two drinks for two older men in the far corner. "Hello, gentlemen," I set their glasses down on the table in front of them and dipped myself down a little to show some cleavage. "Here's your bourbon, and your old fashioned."
One of the men reached behind me, running his hand up the back of my leg. His eyes were focused, hungry and heavy on my chest.
"Anything else I can get you boys?" I smiled sweetly.
"Not now, Peaches. Thank you." His scruffy voice and dirty hands, paired with the unwelcomed touch was enough to make me gag.
I turned away quickly, rolling my eyes before I looked up to face Chris sitting at a table just a few feet away.
"What do you want?" I asked, sounding rather annoyed.
"A drink." He answered, turning his head to follow one of the fully naked girls. An exclusive private dancer, walking around the floor to bait.
"Okay," I sighed heavily, placing my elbows on the table to prop my head up. "What do you wanna drink?"
"Whiskey sour." His eyes trailed down to my cleavage, grinning at me wider. "God damn."
"One minute." I tapped the table softly and made my way over to the bar.
Just him being here felt wrong, only because it was dangerous. The thought of him seeing something shady going down made me want to shove him out as quick as I could. I already knew that he would defend me in the most dangerous way. Risking our lives.
I made his drink rather quickly and set it down in front of him. "What made you want to stop by?"
"Wanted to see you." He gestured to the chair across the table. "You should sit."
"I don't know, I probably shouldn't just-"
"Come on, Peaches, you gonna say no to me?" His dimples set me ablaze. How could I ever say no?
I pulled out the chair and sat down elegantly, crossing my legs tightly. "There you go."
"Good girl." He swirled his glass around with a devilish gaze. "I have something for you."
I squinted my eyes skeptically, leaning forward. "What is it?"
With a sly grin, he reached into his back pocket and slid a flask over the table to me.
I covered a laugh with my hand. "What you brought me booze?" I picked up the flask and hid it in my lap, for fear that anyone could see it.
This man is unreal.
"No, it's wine."
"Why'd you do that?" I unscrewed the top and sniffed it cautiously.
"You gonna drink it or what?"
"Shh!" I hissed looking around me before chugging down the rich liquid. "I could get in a lot of trouble."
"Not if they don't find out." He winked, taking the flask back from me.
"I need to go check the poles." I stood, feeling my shyness growing.
"Let's go then. You lead the way, Peachy." He rose from his seat, casually striding behind me. He moved like a shadow in the dark, snaking through the seating before lowering himself into a spot right by the front of the stage.
I looked at the empty poles, glaring at the sight. This here could also get me in some trouble. Daddy didn't like wasted space like this. Sure there were some girls working on laps but the poles should never be empty. "Where the hell are all my dancers?"
Chris shrugged, smiling up at me from his seat. Those deep brown eyes challenging me. "Well here you are, do something about it."
"Well-" I hesitated. "What about the bar? I need to entertain those guys."
"Entertain me." He studied me carefully, reading into my every move, every breath I took he had all figured out. He knew I couldn't say no at this point. "It's your job isn't it?"
"You-"
"Unless you really can't dance."
I scoffed, planting my hands on my hips and glancing around the room. Well fuck.
With a smile, I moved to stand in front of him. "Kinda sounds like you think I can't do it."
He arched his brow. "I really don't think you will."
I bent myself down in front of him, allowing his eyes to trail down my deep plunging top. A lovely top that pressed my breasts together to give me the maximum amount of cleavage I could show. I unzipped my heels and set them down by his feet. "Watch me."
"Barefoot?"
I bit my lip and nodded, waving up at the DJ so he'd prepare a song for me to dance to. "It's sexier."
I had only a couple minutes before the song would start and my current outfit was great but I wanted to be just a little more naked.
Maybe that's the wine talking
I tiptoed up the stairs to the stage and turned my back to the small crowd. Confidence rising, I gave my hips a little shake as I pulled my bottoms off and let them fall to the floor. The next to join them was my top. The stage lights turning a deep purple color, illuminating my silhouette.
Peering over my shoulder at him was the best mistake I could've made. Timing every movement perfectly as the music began playing, I stood on my toes and reached up on the pole. The pole had a little spin to it, so the majority of moves involved a lot of upper body and core strength.
Good thing I have practice
I slowly strutted around the pole once before lifting myself up with a little push for momentum. I Carouseled myself around spinning daintily, using my arms to push away from the pole. Working myself upwards, I snaked my leg around the pole and bent myself backwards, readying for a graceful combo timed with the song.
The bass dropped and so did I, spinning down into a handstand off of the pole. I moved my foot ever so gently to kick off of the pole, making a smooth transition back onto my feet.
Finally catching a glimpse of Chris, who was now leaned forward in his seat, tipping the remainder of his drink back with just one gulp. He was watching me, and he was impressed.
I flipped my hair around and stretched out into a full split, my arms raised above me, gripping onto the pole. Keeping my arms strong, I pushed myself up off the floor and snaked my back up the cold metal.
He slowly stood to his feet, moving closer to the stage. Closer to me. It was evident that he was enjoying every sensual movement.
Butterflies swarmed in my gut, seeing him lick the whiskey off of his lips, wiping them deliciously.
Should I really make him drool and take my bra off?
Dropping down to the ground, I made a slow crawl over to him and whipped my hair to the side before balancing back up on my knees just feet away from him. My hands moved slowly up my sides, squeezing softly at my boobs before reaching behind me to unclasp my bra. My hair dropped down to my waist, falling over my chest as I removed it, letting it drop in front of me. The perfect amount of teasing.
With a sensual smile, I slid into a downward dog position, biting at my lower lip.
Sliding my bra over to him.
Over the music, I could hear a low groan escape his lips and he hastily reached around to his back pocket, fumbling for his wallet. He had flames bursting from his clouded eyes, sizzling me deep into my core.
Back at the base of the pole, I snaked myself back up, letting my hair fall to the side giving him a full view of my breast.
And with that he laid down a crisp hundred dollar bill, his gaze never faltering as he watched my tiptoe around the pole, spinning around carefree. The song slowly came to an end and I leaned onto the pole, posing with my chest out and exposed. To my complete surprise, he laid down another hundred, then another and-
Four in total.
"Christian!" I hissed, my mouth dropping open. "That's your God damned rent money."
"You won." He slid the money over to me, serious.
Hesitantly, I took it from him and slid it down the front of my thong. I'll play his game. But at the end of the night, we go back to normal.
I collected my clothes before I gracefully took my exit off the stage. It was time to get myself covered up and face this victory.
I knew I'd win.
-
"Do you want another drink?" I asked him casually, wiping down the bar top.
It had been at least a half hour since my dance and he hardly uttered a word to me, just watching me with lusty eyes.
"Fuck yes, I do." He nodded, hand covering his mouth.
"Why so quiet?" I looked down at his glass, watching the ice spin quickly as I poured his whiskey.
"When are you off?" He ignored my question, focused ahead at me.
I shrugged. "Supposed to be off in an hour or so." I honestly planned to get off as soon as we were done here.
"Can I take you home?"
I laughed nervously. "No, I drove here Chris."
"Why don't you clock off and have a drink with me?" He pressed, eager for me to give in.
"If you must know, I was gonna clean up real quick and get ready to go home."
He raised his eyebrows, taking another generous sip. "Good."
"You never answered my question." I leaned over the bar top and giggled at him. Looking at him and his glazed over eyes I couldn't deny the obvious attraction.
"Why I'm quiet?" His smile made my stomach muscles clench, warming me.
"Yeah, you're barely-"
"Bri, I have your bra stuffed in my back pocket." Those brown eyes twinkled with excitement.
"You didn't think I'd do it." I rolled my eyes playfully, punching my numbers into the computer to clock out.
"You did it well." He nodded his head to me, standing up. "Very fucking well, Peaches." In the dim light, I prayed he couldn't see my cheeks blush at hearing his approval. "I wanna see more."
"I've had lots of practice, and you've seen quite enough." I stepped around the bar and began walking to the dressing rooms, wanting to dissolve into the floor. He was so direct, so demanding with every movement. Though I walked away from him, he followed after me, slow and controlled. "Wait here, I'm gonna grab my things."
"Don't take long." He shoved his hands into his pockets, most likely anxious for a smoke.
The dressing room was packed with the girls, all of them arguing over some stupid bullshit, but I didn't care. Without wasting a second, I gathered my bags and hurried out of the room. "Alright, we need to get out of here." I said quickly, scoping the place for any of Daddy's men.
"You nervous or something?" He trailed after me, sparking up a cigarette.
"No." I kept my head down, feeling a heaviness in my chest. But it wasn't a bad feeling, it was the overwhelming feeling of desire taking me over. "I'll meet you at home, okay?"
I have to get away from him.
"I'm walking you to the car." He said firmly, sticking by my side.
"Fine." I had to protect myself from letting him see how I felt, the aching desire for him.
"Why'd you get all skittish and weird in there?" I could feel his tempting smile on me, watching me carefully.
"What?" My voice was much higher in pitch than it should have been, it was true I did feel skittish.
"You heard me, Peaches." He twisted a strand of my hair around his finger and pulled back with a gentle tug.
Softly gasping at the unexpected gesture I frantically pressed the unlock button on my key fob. My breathing quickened, feeling the energy of his intensity growing. "Chris," I reached my hand out to pull my car door handle before his flew up and slammed it closed again, holding it shut.
"Why'd you get all shy?" His face now just inches from mine, his arms on either side of me, trapping me in. His smile melted me, his stare fixated on my lips, I was going to burst.
"Holy fuck." I muttered under my breath. He was so close, I could practically taste him. I was powerless, it was undeniable that I was entirely succumbed with lust for him.
He stared into my eyes for a moment, lingering until I visibly shuddered. "Am I making you wet, Peach?"
I closed my eyes shut, feeling his lips graze over my ear chilling me deep down to my soul. "Christian," I placed my trembling hand against his chest and gently pushed. "We need to get home, okay?"
He eyed me hungrily, wanting something that seemed so distant, so impossible and almost poisonous. "Race you home."
He reluctantly turned and walked across the lot to his truck. As he did so, I pulled a bottle of gin from my glove box and gulped it down in an attempt to soothe my nerves.
What the fuck am I going to do?
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*Muah*
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