Strip for Me (2 page)

“Because it’s—”

“Wrong?”

“Yes.”

Yet she wasn’t storming out. She remained where she was.

“Says who?”

“Er, well—people.”

Lame reason, but her blush is cute. “Which people?”

Rett threw he hands up in frustration. “I don’t know. I should go.”

‘Should’ not ‘I’m going’. “I’m Hamish. What’s your name?”

“Rett.”

“And you’re an Aussie?” Hamish knew there had to be a hell of a story about this woman called Rett who was so far from home.

“Correct.”

“So whatever you do at The Howl and Pussy to earn money isn’t going to follow you back home. You’re a stranger here. You can cut loose and enjoy yourself.” The sudden glimmer of hope in her brown eyes made him smile. This woman I want. It had never occurred to Hamish to sleep with his staff. They worked there and he paid them. It was business. But the luscious Rett? I can make an exception. “Tell me honestly, Rett, haven’t you ever wanted to get naked and drive men wild for your body?”

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Oh yes, and you can do anything you like to me, mister. Rett mentally slapped the thought from her mind. What the hell is wrong with you? The man wants you to have sex with strangers for money.

It’s a whole bunch of wrong. “I’m going to leave.”

Hamish swung back on his chair, only two wooden legs remained on the ground. “I knew it.”

“What?” I never should have come here or met him or got drunk or thirty-seven other things I did since arriving in this country.

“You’re too straight-laced.”

Little did he bloody know. Rett loved sex. She loved the thrust of a hard dick anywhere inside her. “I am not.”

“Okay, so prove it.”

“By taking my clothes off and giving you a free show?” Her eyes raked his body. For some reason, the man and the business didn’t match. Rett couldn’t say why. He just didn’t seem the type. Although Hamish was dressed casually in denim jeans, boots, and a simple blue t-shirt which accentuated the auburn of his hair, he seemed out of place. He looked more like the corporate office type. “Are you that hard up to get laid that you’ll proposition any woman?”

“Oh, I’m hard, sweetness, but only for you.”

Whoa. Sweetness? Just the way he said it made her inner thighs quiver in anticipation. “You’re disgusting.” Yet that intrigues me. Rett was a sucker for a confident man who wasn’t lost for words but she wasn’t a pushover. At least, not until it suits me.

“I see it like this, Rett, you haven’t left yet, which indicates a level of interest.”

“In this place? The Howl and the Pussy? Could you get any more tacky and blatant? Or was the fuck me club being used by another business in town?”

“The fuck me club? Hmm, I like that name.”

Okay leave the building. Leave the hot guy behind. Remember what Sally said. What was that again? It was hard to channel her prim sister’s words when Hamish’s smile was an invitation to wild, what-the-fuck-let’s-get-down-and-dirty sex. It was the kind of sex Rett liked best.

Hamish let the chair settle on the ground. He stood up. “You know, stripping and great sex are about letting inhibitions go and just being who you are.” Hamish walked towards her.

“I’m happy with who I am.” Most of the time. Though she did have some built-in inhibitions. Like any confident woman, Rett often worried about her body. To display it in front of a stranger like a hooker? Could I? And this man? He was hot. Rett wanted him. But what if she was reading her signals wrong? What if she had mistaken the lust in his eyes? What if he gagged or laughed when she removed her clothes? How would she deal with that? And what if she took this job he was offering? Was the humiliation of being naked in front of strangers to get money worth it?

“Ok then, leave.”

That she couldn’t do. Her lack of finances and flexible principles kept her there. “I need money.” And sex. And you. It was hard to be morally righteous when Rett watched his every move.

Hamish was like sin walking. Lean, muscular, and with a look in his eyes that indicated he was ready for action. Please don’t laugh at me.

“Strip for me, sweetness.”

“You’re a bastard.” It was like he knew exactly what she was thinking. Yes, she could have slapped his face, stormed out, or screamed primly for help, but Rett didn’t. Hamish was an adventure staring her right in the face, and she wanted the thrill of riding him.

Oh yeah, Sally is right. I’m reckless, but damn I have fun.

Hamish chuckled. “No, I’m a realist. So…”

Rett smiled. He wanted her naked. She’d give him naked. So naked he would be begging her for sex. Then I’ll just walk away and laugh. Probably. “Fine, whatever.” She yanked her shirt off over her head; her full breasts were encased in her second best bra. Funny how you’re never half naked in your best underwear. Hamish said nothing.

Rett wasn’t sure whether she should be relieved or embarrassed. Her hands went down to unclasp the snap on her shorts. That was when she remembered she wasn’t wearing panties. None were clean.

Hmmm, what was the etiquette of stripping? Twat or tits first?

“Problem?”

“No.” Rett pushed her shorts down her hips.

“Oh, man.” Hamish’s eyes were locked on her pussy. “You have a butterfly tatt.”

Indeed she did. It was a curlicue, purple and green butterfly that danced just above the hairline of her pussy. It hurt like hell to have to done but was worth it. Men loved it. “You like?” Call me straight-laced? I think not.

“Oh yeah.” Hamish’s voice came out in a throaty growl.

Excellent. This wasn’t embarrassing at all. Nothing like a horny man. Let’s see just how much. Rett ran her hand through the neatly trimmed hair that covered her cunt. She smiled when she saw him swallow hard. Perfect. Rett opened her legs and slid her fingers inside.

Hamish sat bolt upright. “Why are you doing that?”

“Isn’t this what a stripper does? Tortures a man with possibilities of sex?” Rett was already wet so she was careful not to touch her clit too hard. The rapidly increasing promise of incoming cock was her incentive.

“Your bra.”

“What about it?” Rett removed her fingers. Things were getting nicely dangerous.

Hamish’s eyes never left hers. “I want it off.”

“Take it off me.”

“This is about you stripping for me,” Hamish pointed out.

Rett shook her head. She was in control and she liked it. Any previous thoughts of storming out were overridden by the need to be filled by hot cock. “No, this is about you wanting to see my breasts. If you want them take them.”

Hamish stood up and moved towards her. “No, sweetness, this about sex.”

“Everything is according to Freud,” Rett quipped as she watched his approach.

“I don’t think Freud got laid enough.” Hamish stopped before her. He lifted one, long finger and slipped it inside her cleavage.

Rett shivered at the contact. “People usually obsess over what they can’t have.” She jumped as his other hand went behind her back and unhooked the bra with a simple flick. “Had practice at that?”

“I’ve enjoyed myself with a few women.” Hamish peeled her bra off. His eyes locked on her breasts. “Beautiful.”

She doubted that, but Rett knew from past lovers men liked big breasts. “Wanna suck?” The words were out of her mouth before she thought about them. This was madness, of course. She had come to the club thinking she could get a temporary waitress job to tide her over. Instead, she was toying with a man who initially offended her with his suggestion but now dazzled her with the promise of what might happen between them. Hamish’s hands moved to rest on her hips. She jumped again at the heat of his skin against hers.

“Nervous?” Hamish moved in so his mouth was an inch from hers.

“No.” Yes. Please kiss me.

“Needy?”

“Are you?”

“From the moment I saw you, sweetness.” Hamish’s head dropped down in one sudden movement and his lips fastened on her nipple.

“O-o-hhh.” Rett gasped at the sudden suction on her breast.

Her fingers threaded through his hair, holding him against her.

Hamish’s mouth moved to her other nipple, his hands slid down to her ass pulling her closer as he kneaded the flesh of her butt.

His eyes lifted to hers. “This wasn’t part of my plan.”

“No? I thought you wanted me naked?”

“I did, but I never fuck the staff.”

Rett smiled as she ran a finger along his jaw line. “I’m not on staff.”

Hamish grinned at her words. “Want me to stop?”

“Is the door locked?”

“Worried someone will see us, sweetness?”

She shook her head. “I don’t do free shows.”

On those words, Hamish went to the door and locked it. He kicked off his boots and began shucking his clothes. His jeans hit the floor. His dick was pressed upward against the fabric of his boxers.

“Wanna see?”

Men. They were so cute when it came to their pride and joy.

“If you wanna show me.”

“Do you like sucking dick, sweetness?”

“Yes.” Why lie? To Rett it was empowering to have a man at your control like that. She moved to stand before him. Hamish took her hand and let it rest on his covered dick. Her eyes locked on his.

There was only one thing she could say. “Drop ‘em.” Rett wanted dick and she wanted it now.

“Am I still a bastard?”

“Yes. A bastard with a dick I want to play with.” His boxers hit the floor. Rett’s hand circled his engorged cock. “Very nice.”

“I’m fond of it.” Hamish reached down, his hand sliding between her legs. “You’re wet.”

“Yes.” Wet and ready.

“I could do something with that,” Hamish offered with a wink.

“I bet you could. But first, I want to taste.” Rett dropped to her knees. She knew his eyes were locked on her. She was the one in charge. Rett leaned forwarded and swallowed the head of his cock inside her mouth and sucked. The groan of satisfaction that came from Hamish made her slip the dick out of her mouth so only the tip remained before she sucked it back in. She did this for a while, enjoying the meaty lollipop between her lips and the primal growls of the man she held captive by her mouth. Rett rested one hand on Hamish’s upper thigh. She could feel the muscle bunch up and jump erratically in return. Her fingers moved up to his balls, she cupped and squeezed them gently.

“Okay. Stop.” Hamish pushed her head from his cock. “If you continue, I’ll come on you and I really want to be inside you when that happens.”

And Rett wanted the same thing. She needed to be filled with hot, thrusting dick. “Condom?” While Rett was reckless about some things, condoms were a necessity.

“Always.” Hamish moved quickly to a nearby desk. His dick bounced with every step. He pulled out a drawer and found a strip of condoms. “Any particular color, sweetness?”

“If we do this correctly, then I’m not going to see it.” She walked over and sat on the desk and watched as he began to cover his cock with a deep pink rubber. “Though pink is pretty.” Rett ran one finger along the barely covered flesh.

Hamish stilled her hand. “Stop that.”

“Hurry up.” She leaned back and spread her legs.

“Are you the same lady who was threatening to storm out of my club?”

That had been her first thought. But life was funny and sex was a great incentive to explore other career paths. “I changed my mind. Women are allowed to do that.” Rett watched as the last inch of rubber was snapped into place. “I need you inside me.” Need was simple. There were no rules as far as Rett was concerned.

Hamish moved to stand between her legs. He placed the head of his dick at the entrance of her cunt.

“What no foreplay?”

“You had me at ‘take your clothes off’.” She gasped as he pushed inside her.

Hamish smiled. “That’s one of my best lines.”

Rett sighed as the length of his shaft filled her. “You’re pretty good at this.” She had never viewed sex as the greeting card philosophy of two souls meeting. It was what it was. Raw, primal, and earthy. But this? It was different to what she had enjoyed with other lovers. Rett had a strange feeling it was more than just a physical connection with him. Maybe it had been in the words he spoke to her or possibly the look of understanding in her eyes. There was something about him that made her instinctively clutch at his shoulders and hold on tight not wanting to let go of him.

“It’s all in the partner, sweetness.” Hamish leaned in and kissed her, his dick plunging in and out in deep, hard strokes.

Rett wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him back, loving his tongue against hers in the slow, open-mouth kiss she never wanted to end. Some men knew how to fuck. Some knew how to kiss.

Rarely did one man do both well. Hamish did.

“Play with yourself,” he murmured against her lips.

“W-what?”

“I want us both to come together.” Hamish lifted one of her hands from his shoulder and placed it on her clit. He smiled and leaned back from her, his dick still buried inside her. “See how well we fit together?”

Rett lifted up and looked down. It was the most erotic thing she had ever seen. There was no start or end to their bodies. They were one. Her fingers began rubbing her clit. “Kiss me.” The taste of his lips was intoxicating. Between her busy fingers, his delicious lips, and the thrust of his pounding dick, Rett wasn’t surprised when she started to come. “Oh-h-h, Hamish.”

He increased his pace, balls slapping against her wet, pink flesh, tongue entwined with hers, and eyes locked. “You’re beautiful when you come.”

“What about when I go?” Rett panted out the words, her body jerking under his.

Hamish stiffened and jerked against her, his eyes closing and face tensing as he came. “Maybe I won’t let you leave,” he murmured as he sought to catch his breath.

Rett held Hamish close to her. Maybe I won’t want to.

Chapter Two

Amelia looked up at the brunette as she left Hamish Clark’s office. She didn’t need to be told the woman had just has sex with Hamish. It was in the way she moved and looked dazed as if overcome.

“Sicko.” Amelia rubbed her cloth violently against the surface of the small wooden table making the candle on top shake. She had taken the job at The Howl and Pussy to get close to Hamish and find his weaknesses. So far she had found none. Everyone seemed to like him, and no one had a harsh word to say about his business practices.