Loving Her: Complete Boxset (Siri's Heart #1-12), page 9
When she mounts the stripper pole in front of me once more, she proceeds to do things to it that makes my cock hard and throbbing for her again, and my only salvation is that I just had a back to back jerk-off session less than ten minutes ago. I’m able to study her undeniable talent this time.
Her gracefulness is a thing of beauty. Her timing is perfect. No movement is off. Her arms and legs, hands and feet are pure poetry in motion as she moves up and down its length, dancing sensually on it, arousing thoughts of having sex in everyone here. She is a real artist. When she drops to the bottom of the pole at the end of the song, she swings around it, taking a unique bow. The people around me rise, giving her a standing ovation and I stand with them.
As she scans the crowd, waving, our eyes touch and in that flash of an instant, Easy’s face flickers in my mind. Shocked, I sit down with my eyes locked on Seary.
The music moves immediately into "Dangerous Woman" by Ariana Grande and she backs up against the pole. Sliding down it, then right back up, she proceeds to seduce the room as she slinks her sexy, sassy self back to the stage, and like everything thing else she has done tonight, her dance and her song choice are spot on, speaking directly to my heart. When she vanishes from sight exactly on the last note of the song, the crowd in the room explodes again with applause, and cheers. I join in knowing one thing is for certain. I want this sexy, sassy little stripper. I want her staring into my eyes, wearing the look on her face that Easy had. I smirk. Bold and confident too, knowing I always get what I want, because I make it happen.
Nineteen
The announcer comes back on and thanks everyone on Seary’s behalf. Knowing the show is over, the crowd collectively sits back down and the noise level of intercommunication becomes loud. I look at Kip and Bianca as I turn my chair back around and scoot it up under our table. Kip is grinning from ear to ear at me and I can’t help the stupid grin that responds to his. I feel like a school boy who has just gotten caught stealing a kiss from his first crush.
Kip asks. "So.... What did you think?"
"I think you were right. She’s as hot as her name implies."
Bianca doesn’t say a word and she’s not smiling. Her earlier answer 'nothing' returns to my mind, and I know I need to deal with the 'something big' that is 'nothing.' But the waitress returns and brushes my arm with her tits as she leans in to pick up our empty glasses. "My name is Stacey. May I get you another round?"
I answer. "Yes, please. The same."
When she stands back up, her hip is pressing into my arm and she smiles down at me. "Excellent. I’ll be more than happy to hook you up." The innuendo hangs in the air as she continues to hold my eyes and asks Kip and Bianca. "Would you two also like to reorder the same?"
I hear Kip say. "Yes."
"I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere." She tells me, then disappears again.
When I look back at Kip and Bianca, I expect to see her leaning on the table in her usual aggressive jealous position, but instead she is sitting in Kips lap. Surprised, I ask her again. "What’s in your craw?"
She gives me a 'really?' look like it’s a dumb question and she says again. "Nothing."
Now I give her a 'really?' look and Kip chuckles at us. "Don’t give me that bullshit, Bianca. Something is up with you."
"Not with me. With you."
"What?" I frown at her.
She rolls her eyes. "It’s nothing. I’m fine."
"Bianca, we’ve known each other for years. And in that time, you have never not challenged another woman who is in my presence. What’s in your craw?" I stare at her.
"What’s in my 'craw' Alabama boy, isn’t the question, but the answer is, what’s in yours, or rather, who’s in yours."
I look at her, thinking about what’s she has said, and who she is implying. Seary. Yeah, Seary is in my craw. First time I’ve ever had someone in there too. For just a moment I think about shrugging it off and denying it, but then I realize no point. Bianca’s right and she knows she is right. Wait a minute. Wait just a damn minute!
"Are you telling me that you’ve just let it go, like that?"
"No point anymore."
"What the hell?" I shake my head confused by her certainty. "I haven’t done anything different." She laughs with confidence. "Explain yourself." I demand.
She raises her eyebrows at me and I know that was a turn on for her.
"Listen, Aurei. It’s the way you looked at her."
I frown, knowing my tongue wasn’t hanging out with drool dripping off it. I’m very careful about my facial expressions. I raise my eyebrows at her and command more information.
She looks at Kip for help and he says. "Don’t look at me. I’m lost too."
She rolls her eyes like we are children. Stacey comes back with our drinks and again brushes my arm with her breasts as she sets them down. I reach in my pants and pull out a tip for her. She grins as I stick it in her cleavage. "Thanks, Big Daddy."
Bianca says. "You’re wasting your time, Hun. He’s got Seary in mind."
She laughs and looks at her. "Then I’m not wasting my time at all. She doesn’t do extracurricular activities." She looks down at me. "My shift ends in a couple of hours. We can hookup then if you’re interested."
I smile at her and ask. "What if I’m gambling?"
"Then you’ll need to go ahead and book a room. Let Beverly know you want me."
"Thanks." I smile at her and she turns away, thinking I’m going to. I look back at Bianca. "OK. So, I do have Seary in mind. Why aren’t you upset by that? It’s not like you to give up."
She laughs. "It’s not like me to fight a losing battle either."
I frown at her not sure which direction to pursue with her implications. "Are you telling me if I had brought a date around you, you would have backed off?"
"No."
I frown harder.
"What I’m telling you is the look on your face when you watched Seary, is the same look on Kip’s face when he looks at me."
"And what look is that?"
She smiles at me and turns to look at Kip. She kisses his lips, then pulls back and runs her fingers down his temple across his jawline. He looks at her mesmerized. She looks back at me and states. "It’s complete commitment."
Her answer startles me. "Commitment? That’s a strong word!"
She gives me a soft look that says she’s right and I’ll discover it on my own.
"What makes you so sure?"
"I’ve known you a long time and I’ve pressured you the entire time. You have never given in, not because you aren’t attracted to me, and not because you wouldn’t dig it, but because you respect our commitment too much. I got that, but I knew I could convince you eventually. This. Her. What I see in your eyes. What I see on your face. That. I will never overcome."
I don’t answer. I don’t have an answer. I don’t know anything right now, except I feel the need to drink. I reach for one of my doubles and slam it down. She and Kip take theirs and Bianca raises hers to me then throws it back. I look at the stage and watch without seeing the dancer on the pole. She does nothing for me.
The three of us sit in silence for a little while longer, then I throw my last shot back and tell them. "I’m going to go gamble. I’ve seen enough for one night."
Kip pushes Bianca off his lap and stands with me. I shake his hand and he says. "I hope Lady Luck smiles down on you."
"Yeah. Thanks."
"How long are you staying?"
"I’m flying home Wednesday."
"Ok. Let me know if you need anything else."
"Will do." I look at Bianca. She is smiling up at me. Leaning down, I kiss the top of her head, then walk away.
Twenty
As I exit the Gentleman’s club area, I feel like I’m leaving the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time behind, unresolved, and it’s a haunting feeling. Bianca’s words about Seary and commitment weigh heavy on my mind, knowing in my heart she is right. Seary got under my skin, and pierced it. Sooner or later, I’m going to have to scratch that itch. My balls and cock jerk confirming they want to lose themselves deep inside her.
Exiting Been Jammin’s, I see Beverly sitting at a table alone in the fake patio area. No time like the present to seize on an opportunity to move forward. I walk over. She has an iPad and a drink. She looks up when I pull a chair out. "May I?"
"Certainly." She smiles. "Did you enjoy Seary’s show?"
"I did. That’s what I want to talk to you about."
She sits back in her chair. "May I get you a drink?"
"No. I’m good. Thank you."
"What can I do for you then?"
"I want to book a private meeting in a VIP room. Just me and this girl. One on one."
"Excellent." She sits back up.
"I’m counting on you to make my fantasy come true."
Laughing, she pulls her iPad to her. "I can help you with that."
"There will be a big bonus for you if you do."
"I like big bonuses. Who’s the lucky girl?"
I pause for emphasis, making her stop and focus on my choice. Remembering what Stacey said about Seary not doing extracurricular activities and wanting Beverly to know I’m serious, I wait until our eyes connect, then I deepen my voice and answer. "Seary."
She looks surprised and says impulsively. "She isn’t available."
I smile with confidence. "You didn’t check."
"I don’t have to." She shakes her head. "I already know. She isn’t available."
I look away, then look back, letting my eyes speak to my intentions. I am determined. No is not an option. "Ask whoever you need to ask, but ask. I intend to make this happen."
Her look is just as determined as mine, but her confidence is not on the same level. "I’ll ask, but don’t get your hopes up."
"Come on." I sound incredulous. "You make it sound like she doesn’t do them. She’s the star! We both know she will."
"I didn’t say she doesn’t do them. I said she was unavailable for a one on one session. She hasn’t them since her early days."
"Ask anyway and get back to me, asap." I stand and push my chair back in, then turn and walk away. Seary’s body dances in my mind and I realize gambling is out of the question. I couldn’t focus even if I wanted to right now. I pass the Steakhouse, and the smell draws me in. I’m hungry and need to eat before I get on the highway.
The hostess asks. "How many?"
"One." Damn. That sounded lonely.
She sits me at a table in the back for two, facing a couple having a romantic dinner together. I try not to watch them, but it’s impossible. With each romantic kiss they exchange or intimate laughter they share, I feel the loneliness of one. While the waiter takes my order, the couple leaves. Sitting there staring at nothing, my mind drifts back to Seary. She is going to be a force to be reckoned with.
My Porterhouse steak is cooked to perfection and I eat it all. It sits heavy in my stomach and with the flight, workout, two cums under my belt, not to mention the alcohol, I consumed, I know I need to get home and get to bed. After checking out, I walk through the casino. Rebecca is enthralled in the people who are gambling with her and doesn’t look up as I pass. Once outside, I hand the valet my ticket. While I’m waiting, I have a thought, and when he comes back with my corvette, I hold out a $20. "Where’s the service entrance?"
He looks down at the tip and says. "I’m new. I don’t know." He smiles, reaching for the tip.
I pull it back, and add another $20 to it. "Which side of the building do the employees enter for work?"
He grins and says. "North side."
"Very good. Thank you." I take my key and give him the tip.
"You’re welcome. Thank you."
When I leave the parking lot, I hook a left and drive around to scope out the entrance on the north side of the club. It’s the parking garage. Hmm. Without knowing what she drives, and if they have designated spots, that’s a bust. No way will I be able to catch her going in or out. Too random.
I head out on to the highway and turn toward my house. My thoughts swirl around Seary. Where is she from? Where did she study dance? I thought I was immune to lust, but she busted that myth down and stomped on it. Is Bianca right? Commitment? Wow, what a word choice. Commitment. I guess my focus on her was completely committed. I certainly wasn’t aware of anyone else in the room. Hmm. And I am definitely going to commit to fucking her.
I arrive still lost in my thoughts, park, then head upstairs to take a quick shower and wash off the cigarette smoke before bed. Stripping, I toss my clothes in the dumbwaiter and push the button to send it to the laundry room. My hard dick leads the way to the shower. Turning the water on, I get in, hoping the cold water will shrink my cock and I can get in and out quick. I’m beat. Stepping directly under the waterfall, I gasp when the cold liquid hits my head, runs down my chest, and between my legs. Brrr! That’s painful! Maybe I should have jumped in the swimming pool instead. Shampooing the gel out of my hair, I start to shiver, then the warm water arrives. I lean in, and wash away the suds, being careful not to touch my cock. The cold water worked and it’s deflated enough to manage. When I step out, I grab a towel, dry off, then walk naked to the bed, and collapse on it. I’m asleep before I can crawl under the covers.
Twenty-One
My eyes pop open. Johnny said. 'She said in the cutest southern accent.' She’s a southern girl. I smile and fall back to sleep.
A sexy siren, wrapped in gold threads, sings and dances, calling to me.
I’m hypnotized and walk like a zombie to her. Taking the gold thread she offers me, I pull it hard and she spins like a top. Her hair fans out and the speed of her spinning creates a blurry image, showing off her voluptuous hourglass shape.
Big tits and ass, tiny waist. I moan.
The thread unwinds and falls silent on the ground.
I stand watching, waiting, hungry to see her gold tipped tits as her spinning body begins to slow down. I feel desperate to bury my face and get lost in them.
Suddenly she stops and stands naked before me. Her tits rebounding, and bouncing against each other.
I reach out to cup them.
She places the end of the gold thread in my hand and my fingers wrap around it. She pulls it, wanting me to touch her.
I try to take a step, but something is blocking me. I look down.
The gold thread is wrapping itself around my legs and is turning into a heavy gold rope.
When I look back at the sexy siren, she has turned into a blonde Wonder Woman. Her face is fierce.
We stand there staring at each other. She is supremely confident and my equal. When she smiles, the warmth floods my body. With a sensuous southern drawl, I hear her telepathically asking me something
Wait. I’m actually feeling her ask my heart.
"How do I make you feel?"
I feel compelled to answer her.
She has tricked me. The heavy gold rope is actually the Lasso of Truth and it’s forcing me to honestly acknowledge how I feel about her.
I don’t know what this feeling is? I’ve never felt it before.
I open my mouth and tell her, "You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. You are simply stunning."
Her smile fades and I feel what she is feeling. Disappointment that I am no different from the others.
She begins to slowly back away and I try to speak again.
"Wait. Don’t go."
No words come out. I reach for her but I am completely incapacitated by the rope. Only my thoughts scream to her to stay. But she is denying me. I watch the confident woman disappear and know she will not give another thought.
When she vanishes from sight,
"NO!" I cry out and sit up in the bed. I look around disoriented searching for her. The coldness of the dark makes me shiver and I lay back, sinking in the loneliness.
Staring at the ceiling, the dream still holding my mind, I lay there and realize I've broken a cold sweat. The horror of that feeling surfaces again, threatening me. I can feel the PTSD button being pushed, I put my feet on the floor and sit up. Fuck! Fucking fuck! I stand up and move to the blinds and open them. It’s still dark. I turn the light and start to pace. It doesn’t help. I need to run. Going into the closet, I throw on a pair of boxer briefs, sweat pants, hoodie and Nike’s. I run down the stairs, through the front door, and out the gate without thinking of anything but the panic inside me and getting it cleaned out. I run to the end of the drive, hook a right and run to the entrance of golf course. I run until the sun has risen.
My clothes are drenched with sweat as I walk back up to my house. Entering, I hear the sounds of humming coming from the interior. Maria! I smile. Tiptoeing, I make my way through the house until I’m standing outside the laundry room, waiting for her to exit so I can scare her. My back flat against the wall, I hear her turn on the dryer. She hums and then I hear her coming towards me. I hold my breath and prepare to jump. As soon as she exits, I grab her and yell. She screams bloody murder and I hug her up tight to me. She slips her arms around my waist, burying her face in my chest and we laugh our asses off.
"Ha! Ha! I got you good!"
"Yes you did, Asshole!" She looks up at me, then sticks her tongue out, pushes me away and walks off. "You stink. Go get cleaned up while I go grocery shopping. I’m going to use you as a guinea pig for a new recipe." She flips me off as she leaves out the side door.
When I first met Maria, she was living in one of my apartment buildings. I walked in for my appointment with the manager and waited outside the office patiently while she attempted to negotiate a deal whereby she cleaned vacant units in exchange for rent. She explained that she had income from a cookbook she had just published, but it would be 90 days before she received her first check. She just needed an extension of time. The office manager explained that Maria would have to sign a new lease in her name and without the money for the deposit and first month’s rent, her hands were tied. Maria thanked her for her time, walked out and closed the door behind her. She smiled politely at me, but had tears in her eyes.
