Raw: The Ultimate Mc Collection (45 page)

It was all good.  At this point, the sexual tension was so thick I could have sliced right through it with my hard cock.  I was enjoying it immensely, to tell you the truth.

Most girls dropped their panties without any hesitation, so it was nice to have to work for it for a change.  I’d never admit that out loud to her, though, of course.  And I liked the fact that I was making it as difficult as possible for her.  It was fun watching her squirm.

She could pretend this was all business all she wanted, but once my cock slid into her, I knew all of that bullshit would melt away in an instant.  Before the night was finished, I had every intention of hearing her whimper and moan.

I watched her putting on a pair of earrings in the mirror and smiled.  
What a beauty.

“You’re fucking stunning, Diana,” I said to her.  She met my eyes in the mirror and smiled.

“Thank you,” she replied.  She turned to me.  “I just need to put on my shoes and I’m ready to go.  Sapphire said to be there at nine.”

“Cool.  Ready when you are,” I said, standing up and walking over to her.  “I can guarantee you that nobody is going to mess with you tonight.”

“With you by my side?  I’m sure of it.”

“The cut has a way of stopping shit in its tracks before it even gets started.”

“I bet,” she replied, smiling up at me.  I leaned down and brushed her lips with mine.  To my surprise, she didn’t resist this time, like she had the other three times I had tried to kiss her since she had gotten home.  What can I say?  I’m persistent.

Her lips softened under my touch and my tongue slid past them.  Her arms slid around my waist as I pulled her close to me, my constant erection hard between us.

“Does that thing ever go away?” she asked as she pulled her lips from mine.

“Not until you give it what it wants,” I replied.  She laughed, and I felt my heart surge with pleasure.  I liked making her laugh, I liked the way her eyes sparkled with happiness.  I liked being the one to put that happiness there.

Shit.  
What the fuck was wrong with me?
 I was growing soft around this girl.  Well, all but that one part of me that wouldn’t let me forget about it no matter how hard I tried.

Maybe I was the one who needed to focus on business.

“Okay, so tell me how this is going to go down,” I said to her as we drove out of her garage.  It was the first time I had left her place since last night, and luckily the elevator took us directly to the underground parking garage and I didn’t have to see the nutcracker again.

I knew I had pissed him off royally, and I expected he would try to pull some shit to get back at me.  When you hurt a man’s pride like that, they didn’t tend to forget or forgive very easily.

“When I was at the club last night, Sapphire couldn’t really talk to me, because she was in the middle of her shift.  That’s why I had to get a lap dance from her, so she could talk to me and look like she was still working.  It was very…distracting…though,” she said, a sly smile on her face. “Sapphire was Evie’s best friend.  She told me to come back tonight before her shift at nine, and we could talk more then.”

“So, no lap dances?” I asked with a grin.

“No lap dances, Slade,” she replied.  “Sorry to disappoint you.”

“Well, fuck.”

She burst out laughing.

“You’re fucking insatiable, aren’t you?” she asked through her laughter.

“I don’t know.  How about you try to wear me out and we’ll see how long I can keep going?”

“I suspect that’ll never happen.  The wearing you out part.”

“Well, we’d sure have a fine fucking time trying, wouldn’t we?” I replied.

“Yes, I suppose we would.”

Her smile faded and she grew pensive as she drove the rest of the way to the club.  When she pulled into a parking space in Old Town, I looked around, my head suddenly filled with old ghosts.

“Fuck, this hasn’t changed one bit, huh?”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Same ol’ shit in Old Town.  Homeless, druggies, street kids…and a whole bunch of fucking tourists with those huge pink boxes of donuts.”  I shook my head.  Fucking donuts.

Tres Shannon, a long-time icon in the Portland nightlife scene, had gotten the bright idea to open a fucking twenty-four hour donut store smack dab in the middle of the entertainment district, as they were calling it now, and fuck me if the tourists hadn’t shown up in droves.  A line formed down the block, and people waited for hours to buy a donut shaped like a cock, or the signature voodoo doll donut with pretzel sticks for arms.  Tres was a goddamned bazillionaire now, and he drove around town in a fucking vintage pink Mustang that he had had painted the same color as those damned pink boxes that the tourists so proudly carried around.

I loved the guy, but you had to hate him just a little too.  Everything he touched turned to gold; he was just one of those guys.  

I, on the other hand, was not one of those guys.

But fuck it, right?  I looked over at Diana, and smiled.  I wasn’t doing too bad, I guess.

***

The door guy at the Kit Kat Klub was the complete opposite of the nutcracker.  He took one look at my cut, simply nodded at us, and parted the curtains to let us in.

Respect.  That’s what the Gods of Chaos cut demanded.  It was nice to be back in the real world, where common people knew what that meant.

As usual, the club was filled with completely naked women.  Diana looked almost demure amongst all the nudity.  We stopped just inside the entrance, taking it all in.   I watched her as she scanned the room.

“Is the prick from last night here?” I asked under my breath.

“I don’t see him,” she replied.

“That’s too bad.  I was looking forward to kicking his balls in.”

“I already did that,” she said, giggling.

“I guess you did, huh?  Tell me again what you needed me for?” I asked.

“Shut up,” she replied, winking at me.  I nodded.  We both knew why she called me, and if she wanted to continue with her little charade, I was just fine with that.  If I got a chance to watch a bunch of sexy chicks shake their ass in the meantime, well that was just fine with me.

“Fuck,” she said under her breath as she looked at the girl on the stage.  I followed her gaze and nodded.  Very nice.  The girl dancing had long blonde curls down to her ass, and she whipped her body around the pole, pulling herself up by her hands and turning upside down like a gymnast.

“Impressive,” I said.

“Yeah, except that’s Sapphire, and she’s not supposed to be working yet.”

“Oh.  Does this mean I get my lap dance after all?” I asked, teasingly.  Diana punched me in the arm.

“Probably, goddammit,” she muttered.

“Excellent!” I replied.  “I’m going to get a beer, you want one?”

“Sure.  No, wait…get me a margarita, please.”

“Sure thing, beauty.  Can’t wait to see what a little tequila does to you,” I said as I sauntered off, after she sat down at a small booth in the corner.

When I returned, Sapphire was still rocking the stage and Diana looked dejected. 

“What’s up, beauty?” I asked.

“I guess I missed my chance.”

“At what?”

“Talking to Sapphire.  She said she wasn’t starting till nine, and she’s going out of town tonight.  This was my last chance.”

“Why can’t you talk to her now?”

“Because she’s working.”

“So what?”  I reached for my wallet, and laid a couple of hundred dollars worth of twenties on the table.  “She can talk and work, right?”

Diana groaned.  “That’s what I was trying to do yesterday, but she was…I was, I mean…very distracted.  It’s hard to ask questions of someone when they’re shaking their ass in your face.”

“Sounds like a party to me.  Look, she’s getting off stage right now, let’s grab her and see what we can accomplish.”

I pulled Diana up and led her over to where Sapphire was walking off the stage.  She walked right over to us when she spotted Diana.  She was still naked, and yet, she grabbed Diana and pressed her against her for a giant bear hug, her tits squishing between them.

This was going to be a blast,
I thought to myself.

“Diana!  I’m so sorry.  One of the other dancers didn’t show up and my boss made me start my shift early.”

“That’s okay,” Diana said.

Sapphire turned to me, and looked me up and down with a smile.

“Fuck, look at you.  Is this your hot boyfriend?” she asked Diana.

“No!” Diana said, a little too enthusiastically for my taste.  I snickered.

“No, I’m her bodyguard for the evening.  Slade,” I said, extending my hand.  I doubted I was going to be receiving the same greeting as Diana did.  “Nice to meet you.”

She shook my hand, and then looked over my shoulder.

“My boss is giving me the stink-eye.  Would you care for a lap dance?” she asked.

“Hell, yeah, we would.” I said.  Diana looked at me sideways.

“Walk this way,” Sapphire said with a smile, turning around and providing us with a perfect view of her ass.  For some reason, it made me think of Diana’s ass and how Diana’s view from behind was so much better.

Once we were settled in the private booth, Sapphire closed the curtain.

“Remember, there’s cameras,” she said, jutting her chin up at the top corner of the booth.

I laid out two hundred dollars on the booth.

“How long will this buy us?”

“Long enough,” she said with a wink as she started dancing in front of us.

“Sorry, Diana,” she said, turning to her and pressing Diana’s face into her chest.  I laughed out loud and when she pulled away, I saw the look on Diana’s face.

It wasn’t embarrassment.  It wasn’t anger.   Curiosity, maybe?  She wasn’t pulling away from Sapphire’s touch, that was for sure.  My cock twitched as I watched Sapphire continue to do her thing as she spoke.

“I thought of something I wanted to tell you,” she said.  “There was a man in here a few weeks ago talking to Evie.  She said she had met him outside of work, but she didn’t say where.  Real prick, though.  Kept trying to get Evie to dance for him, but that wasn’t Evie’s job.  She kept trying to send him my way, but he only had eyes for her.  A lot of girls turn to dancing after cocktailing for a while, but Evie was determined to keep her clothes on.  She didn’t care about the money.”

Sapphire turned around, and pushed her butt in my face, and slapped it.  Diana jumped, and I laughed again.  She had a nice ass, that was for sure.  But it was Diana’s reactions that were entertaining me tonight.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Diana

“Did you catch his name?” I asked, trying to look anywhere but at Sapphire’s ass and vagina.

“No, I didn’t.  He always wore a suit.  Came in three times.  Looked familiar, actually, but I couldn’t tell you why.”  She turned to face us again and shook her boobs in Slade’s face.  I looked at him, but his eyes were on me.

How could he be looking at me, when he had…those…in his face? 

“So, she didn’t have a boyfriend?” I asked.

“Nope.”

Sapphire stood up on the booth, her feet adorned in platform heels, her naked sex now in our faces.  It was hard to look anywhere but at her pussy.  It was very pretty, actually.

“Did Evie like snakes?”  I asked.  I was grasping at straws, hoping there was some other explanation for her disappearance, other than her having been abducted by some freaky snake man.

“Snakes?” she asked, a mischievous smile playing across her face as she reached down and grabbed Slade between his legs.  “You mean like this?”

Slade jumped like he had been shot, obviously not expecting to be groped like that.

“Oooh, nice snake, Slade,” she said, winking as she released him.  If I didn’t know better, I’d almost think he blushed.

“That’s not exactly what I meant.  I meant…you know, real snakes?”