Sitting at the bistro table, I drank my morning coffee and watched the people as they walked by on the sidewalk three stories below. My apartment looked out over a busy corner of downtown, and there was a constant buzz of activity down on the street.
After a few minutes, before I could see it, I heard the deep rumble of a Harley and my thighs automatically clenched together. I fucking loved that sound, and I could only imagine what it would feel like to sit on the back with my arms wrapped around a broad chest, feeling the hum of the engine between my legs.
Waiting for the bike to come into view, I was flooded with memories of Mr. Fuck-Me-Please from last night. He had been wearing that amazing black leather jacket. I would have bet my left ass cheek that he rode a motorcycle and I have would bet my right ass cheek that I would have gotten off just by sitting behind him.
The rumble was slowly getting louder and I sent a prayer to the street gods that the light would quickly change to red so I could drool over the bike for a bit longer.
“Oh the gods must really love me today!” I said aloud as the light moved from yellow to red just as the bike came into view.
This was so much better than I’d thought it was going to be. The white V-rod Muscle Harley sat low to the ground. As I took in the rider, he seemed oddly familiar. That must have been a popular style of jacket because I swear it was the same one that Mr. Fuck-Me-Please had been wearing last night.
My thighs were still clenched tightly together and were starting to shake from the effort. If I were wearing any panties, they would be soaked through by now. Thankful that I wasn't, I slipped my hand down between my legs and found that I was very wet just from hearing and seeing the Harley. Now I knew for certain that I would have an orgasm riding one. I needed to find a way to make that happen.
There is something you should know about me by now; I loved sex. I wasn’t a whore and I didn’t fuck just anyone. I had my standards, and they were quite high, thank you very much. I also knew how to take care of myself, and I did daily. Anyone who says they don’t get themselves off is either lying or doing it wrong. Those who are lying should get over themselves and those who are doing it wrong need to watch some porn and learn a thing or two. Take fucking notes if you have to.
I put down my coffee cup so that I could use my other hand to reach inside my robe and twist my nipple while rubbing my wet clit in circles. The light changed back to green, and I closed my eyes and let my head fall back while I listened to the sound of the Harley pulling away. As soon as I closed my eyes, the vision of him standing there staring at me was fresh in my head. The piercing stare of his eyes sent me over the edge, and pleasure pulsed out from my throbbing clit.
When the waves of pleasure subsided, I opened my eyes and found that my robe had fallen open all the way. I was sitting there naked for anyone to see through the open window if they just looked up. That thought sent another mini shock through my body.
For the next week, I tried everything to get him out of my head, but it just wasn’t working. Even a date with BOB—my battery-operated boyfriend—didn’t quench the desire I had. Wondering how long had it been since I’d fucked someone, I came up with a new mission, and I chose to accept it.
I was going to find someone to fuck after work tonight.
“Tessa”
"Oh my fucking god, you have got to be kidding me. Isn't this the third time she hasn't shown up this month?" Sarah, the manager of the club, was ranting behind the curtain that led to the main stage. I was praying she wouldn’t ask me to cover for Cherry again.
"She said she's really sick and can't dance," replied Ginger.
"Rain knows Cherry's dance. Is she here yet?" Sarah said.
Fuck. I could try to hide until she found someone else, but I was pretty sure she had seen me.
"Rain, I'm so glad you are here!"
Double Fuck.
"Hi, Sarah. So Cherry's not here again, huh?"
"How'd you guess?"
"Can't we just cut out her dance? Replace it with something, I dunno, less messy?"
"Cut out her dance? Are you fucking kidding me?"
"Guess not. Fine. I'll do it to cover her ass, but this is the last time.”
"Deal! Thanks, Rain. You’re a lifesaver!"
At least Cherry's dance was one of the first ones, so that gave me time to shower and clean up before mine. But I fucking hate cherries. They make me gag. I did not look forward to shoving my tits into a cherry pie. Sarah thought it best to give us the creative license to choreograph our own dances, and it was both a blessing and a curse—or a crime in Cherry’s case.
Warrant's Cherry Pie was blasting out of the speakers and I was down on my knees in the front of the stage with a warm cherry pie in each hand when I saw him, Mr. Fuck-Me-Please, casually sitting at one of the front tables. He’d shown up just in time to watch me make a total mess of myself.
Fuck.
I locked eyes with him, slammed the pies into my pasty-covered tits, and let the mess fall to the stage. I swear I saw his eyebrows shoot up in surprise as I smeared the crimson filling all over my body. That made me think that maybe cherries weren't all that horrible. In fact, cherries could be downright amazing if he would lick them off of me after this dance.
Focus, dammit. You can't start thinking like that or you will flop down on the stage and have a damn orgasm in front of all these people.
We had a full house tonight, and the cover charge didn't include that kind of a show. They had to pay extra for that. I’ll say it again—I was not a whore and I didn't get paid for sex. But we did have rooms for private lap dances that cost a bundle. And if I happened to get off during the private dance, I just considered that an added bonus.
I finished up Cherry's dance and headed off stage to get cleaned up and ready for mine. Walking past the private dance board, I noticed that my spot had already been reserved for the night. Maybe tonight would have a happy ending for me after all. There are only four sets between Cherry's and mine so I had to hurry to get cleaned up and ready. The last time I’d covered for her, I’d tried to keep the mess to a minimum, but this time, with him watching me, it had been a different story.
I made it just in time to start my dance as I heard Ladies and Gentlemen by Saliva come on over the speakers, announcing my dance.
When the beat of the song changed, I burst through the door set up at the back of the stage wearing my naughty school girl outfit complete with short red plaid skirt and navy blue blazer. I started to dance around the stage, teasing and tempting while stripping off my blazer and skirt.
I was down to just my white ruffled panties and thin white tank top when I moved toward the front of the stage where I could make sure that he was watching me. I turned my back to the audience then turned my head to give him an innocent look over my shoulder. I spread my legs a little and bent forward while pulling my panties down my legs, revealing a skimpy white g-string.
When my panties were on the stage, I stepped out with one leg and turned around, making sure to keep my other foot in the same spot with my panties looped over my toe. I kicked and let the white material soar through the air to land at his feet.
I never did that and I knew I'd have to replace them, but it was worth it to see him lick his lips when he picked them up, his eyes never having left mine. It was even better to watch him run the lace through his fingers before moving to put it into the pocket of his dark blue jeans. It cost me precious seconds to linger near the front of the stage where I could see him and I had to move fast to get into place at the back of the stage. I spread my arms out and shoved my chest up just in time for the freezing water to come crashing down.
This time, as I made my way to the bar at the front of the club, I could see that he was already there, standing at the bar and ordering a drink from Sam. I stopped in my tracks to admire him from the back for a moment. He had removed his jacket and was dressed in jeans that hugged his ass perfectly and a simple white t-shirt. I had to resist the powerful urge to walk up and wrap my arms around his waist. After a few calming breaths, I started up the stairs, thankful that he didn't turn around until I made it to the bar. He was so beautiful that I thought I might miss a step and fall on my face.
I was going to play it calm. I stepped up to the bar a few feet away from him and slammed my hand down, ready to call out my usual order to Sam. My voice failed when I felt a large hand cover mine. I looked down at the hand and then slowly up to meet his eyes.
"That was an amazing show. You changed it up a bit. This Tequila-O is on me tonight. I'm Reese by the way," he said with a knowing half smile while holding out a shot of Jose.
I smiled as I took the shot and knocked it back. Closed my eyes and shuddered from the burn of tequila running down my body while I put the slice of lime into my mouth. Nothing like a bit of liquid courage to help with what I was about to do. When the tingling stopped, I opened my eyes again.
"Well, Reese, I do aim to please," I replied while licking the lime off of my lips.
"Well, Rain, you have a great aim," He said while patting the front pocket of his jeans, causing my gaze to follow the motion. I couldn’t wait to find out what else was in those pants. "Would you like to take another shot?"
I reached down to put a finger into the pocket holding my panties and leaned into him, pressing my breasts against his arm then whispered in his ear, "I'd love to take a shot at you, but you don't have to get me drunk for that."
I pushed my finger farther into his pocket, and just as it hooked the elastic of my panties, I pulled them free fast enough that he couldn't stop me from taking them back. Then I twirled them around in the air teasingly. He stood up and placed his hand on the side of the bar to my right.
"You don't seem to like to play fair. Two can play at this game," he said while waiving at Sam, signaling to pour us another round. "You took my prize away from me, so you owe me another one to replace it. Let me take you out sometime."
Oh shit, he wants a date. I didn’t do dates. One date led to two, which led to three, and after three, one of us was going to get hurt. I just wanted to play with what he's got in his pants and then be on my way. Good thing I knew how to play this off and get my way without any commitment.
I stopped twirling my panties in the air, tipped back my second Tequila-O, and smiled brightly. "Absolutely! You can reserve a back room from the front box office. Just let them know I owe you and they will give you a special rate. But I'm already booked up for tonight." Then I winked at him.
Reese let out a low chuckle. Then his features turned serious. He moved in front of me and put his other hand on the bar to my left, tightly trapping me between his arms with my back to the bar. DaShaun slapped his hand on Reese’s shoulder, ready to throw him out of the club.
I spoke up quickly. “DaShaun, we’re good here.” After searching my face for a few moments, he backed up and walked away.
Reese was standing over me with his body hovering only inches away, his intense blue eyes staring into mine. The rest of the world faded away until all I could see was him. My mind was a cyclone of thoughts. I couldn’t help but think that he was trouble, that I could lose myself in him, that he was dangerous. I couldn’t open myself up to someone again, just to be rejected when they saw the real me. The me I couldn’t pretend didn’t exist. The me that always drove lovers away.
Reese leaned in and his head came down next to mine. My senses were drowned in him. He smelled so good that I wanted to let my tongue dart out to taste him. He moved closer, his hips pressing against mine as he heat from his body consumed me.
His lips brushed my ear as he slowly said, "That isn't what I meant. I'm going to take you out for dinner." The way he’d emphasized the word going instantly brought my nipples to attention, and I struggled to keep control of my own body. He pulled back and stared at me, waiting for my answer.
I let out the breath I felt like I had been holding since he’d put his arms around me. I saw myself falling over a cliff, tumbling into the dark blue vastness of his eyes that demanded an answer. “Okay,” I said, “but only once, and I'm not telling you where I live so you will have to pick me up here.”
Reese pushed back from the bar and said, "It is a date then. I'll see you at seven two nights from now. Goodnight, Rain.” Then he turned and walked away.
His words were ringing through my ears, his tone like a dark promise that caused my pulse to dance beneath my skin.
I watched as Reese walked away, and once he was out of sight, I slammed my hand down on the bar and shouted at Sam, "I need a Tequila-O over here STAT!"
I didn't want to believe that agreeing to go out with Reese was a bad idea. Thoughts were running through my head. It isn't like I was moving in with him or committing to a relationship. It is just dinner. I like food. He must like food. There isn't a reason why we can't like food together. I started to sound like I was trying to convince myself that it wasn’t a bad idea. Fuck me please.
I was lost in my thoughts when I saw one of The Kittens walking fast toward me like she was moving with a purpose. "Rain, you have a private dance waiting back in room number three. You better get back there."
"Oh shit. Sorry, sweets. Thanks for coming to get me!"
I hurried back to the dressing room to take off my robe and put on a black lace bustier and some panties. It was always better to have something on to actually strip out of. When I got to the door for room number three, I took a deep breath before turning the handle. It didn't do me any good. Once I opened the door and saw who was waiting for me inside the room, I lost all of the air in my lungs.
"Come in and close the door behind you, Rain,” Reese commanded. "I reserved all of your private dance time tonight when I got here. So this doesn't count as our one date.” He paused for a moment, his eyes moving over me from head to toe. Then he said, “I want to feel you move."