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The whimpers she emitted were almost too much for him to
handle—each one drove him closer and closer to the release already building in
his balls. He thrust upward and grabbed her hips, too primal to give a shit
about who was in control.

She cried out when he held her locked on him and her body
trembled with the force of her pleasure. Pumping into her a few more times, he
finally surrendered and joined her in nirvana.

Sweat clung to their skin as they lay there on the floor,
too spent from their bout of wanton abandon to give a shit about anything but
breathing, feeling one another. Reality returned too quickly when she moved
away and began getting dressed. Raw from the emotions she’d created with this
unexpected whirlwind of amazing sex, he followed suit.

“You’re pretty amazing, Jase.” She stepped into her shoes.
“We’ll have to consider doing this again.”

The response poised on his tongue evaporated as the main
door creaked open in the distance. He stifled a curse and looked over at his
shoulder and Dan sauntered in. He pocketed his keys and walked toward them.

“Hey.” Jeanie chewed on her lower lip for a moment when the
guy Jason revered more than anyone else draped a possessive arm around her
waist. Color flushed across her cheeks. The foreign emotion he’d set aside
earlier returned and he grudgingly accepted it. Jealousy burned in him, clear
to the balls she’d just ridden dry.

His heart tumbled into his gut and got chewed by guilt, the
shock of the kiss Dan placed on the lips Jason had tasted moments earlier. The
guy looked around as though trying to piece together what might’ve happened
without having to ask.

Son of a bitch, this was bad. Jason was all for manning up
and admitting what they’d done but this wasn’t just any guy. He freaking ran
the dancers, decided who thrived and who died with the schedule.

A flicker of remorse—or perhaps regret—flashed in Jeanie’s
gaze when it landed on Jason. He looked away, too eaten up by the fact that
what they’d just done should’ve never happened even though it’d rocked him to
the core.

“I heard you had car trouble.”

“Yeah. I think it’s time to trade the piece of shit in.
Sometimes you just have to let go of the things that aren’t reliable anymore.
You never know when they’ll knock you on your ass.”

Dan pulled out his keys and tossed them toward Jason. “Why
don’t you take my truck for tonight? I’ll catch up with you tomorrow and we’ll
handle your car shit.”

How are you going to get home?
The question hung in
Jason’s mind but the answer was already before him, in the not-so-subtle drag
of Jeanie into Dan’s embrace.

“Thanks, man. I appreciate it.” He stepped away, resigned to
the fact that the woman who’d just rocked his world clearly belonged to someone
else. Why the hell hadn’t he figured that out before? He headed toward the door
but turned around. “Oh Jeans?”

“Yeah?” Her voice was tight, laden with the remnants of
guilt. Or perhaps Jason was hoping that’s what he heard.

“Thanks for the ride.”

Jason’s thoughts wandered back to when they first started
working together. There was one night burned into his brain as an epic failure.
“You remember that strip-o-gram we did together, Goose? You know. The club
one.”

“Now I know you’re the one high on Viagra because we were
never going to talk about that night.” His friend got a faraway look on his
face. “Of all the things I’ve forgotten that night seems damned determined to hang
around.”

They both laughed. “Funny how memories work.”

“Yeah.”

Jason was glad his friend had retained memories from back
then. He always seemed happier thinking of those times when they’d been able to
conquer just about anything—or at least had the egos to think they could.

“I still can’t believe it took us so long to figure it out
that night.”

“Yeah, but we were so stoked about the seventy-five bucks
each, we were in the zone.” Tyler laughed. “We were so fucking stupid back then
I’m surprised we got through that night.”

* * * * *

Jason followed Tyler across the parking lot of Wild Willies
and took a calming breath. Anticipation battered his control. Seventy-five
bucks each for one dance. They’d scored big time on this strip-o-gram.

“Remember, we’ve gotta move fast to the dance floor so the
birthday girl doesn’t figure it out.”

“Cool.”

Nerves kept him quiet as they made their way into the club.
Neither of them had handled something at a public nightclub like this yet. The
few gigs they’d gotten were more private.

“Just ignore the dudes and focus on the ladies.” Jason said
it more for his benefit than his friend’s.

Music pulsated around them and drowned the voices of the
crowd to a dull roar. At least the dance floor was clear. Jason hopped up
onstage alongside Tyler and breathed a sigh of relief as the song began to
play. The volume of the music overwhelmed the screaming crowd and the
spotlights narrowed their field of vision to a few empty feet in front of the
dance stage.

Jason noticed Tyler looking around for the birthday girl
too. She should’ve been brought up by now. Oh well. They continued with the
planned dance, stripping off their shirts to the screams of the crowd. Unease
settled in the pit of his stomach as his hearing and vision acclimated to the new
surroundings.

He couldn’t figure out why, but something was off.

The birthday girl finally appeared, already positioned in
the seat facing the audience. They made their way to her and Jason admired her
snug dress and slender form. Long, long legs.

He knelt before her and ran his hand up her calf. She
reached around and ran her hands up and down Tyler’s thighs as he danced behind
her. Jason slid back, giving his partner ample room to straddle the birthday
girl and gyrate in her face.

Once Tyler was in position, Jason slid closer and spread her
sexy thighs a little more and froze. What the fuck?

Balls.

Hairy balls.

“Dude.” He wasn’t sure whether he was saying what he’d
figured out or calling out to his unsuspecting friend. Neither would undo what
he’d just seen. Almost sniffed and fondled.

Tyler turned and looked down at him with a questioning look.

“She’s a dude.”

They both jumped back like a gun had been fired. The dude in
the chair looked up with a smug grin on his face.

“Oh come on and finish the dance. It was just getting
interesting.”

Like hell. “It ain’t happening.”

“Let’s bail.” Tyler headed offstage and grabbed his stuff.

Jason followed suit but looked around in confusion. “Where
are my pants?”

“To hell with them. Let’s bail.”

“They cost me a hundred bucks to make into tear-aways.”

“You want to hang around a gay bar to look for them?” Tyler
asked as the lights went up.

Jason looked around and saw the group of men gathering
closer. “Let’s go.”

They remained quiet as they made their way back to the club.
Tyler cleared his throat and shifted in the seat. “We never speak of tonight.”

“Agreed.”

“And no one needs to know how far…”

“Agreed.”

By the time they arrived at the club it had closed. The guys
cheered and laughed when they entered. Jeanie smirked as she leaned against the
wall. Crap, could this get any worse?

“Ha. Ha. Very funny. Where’s our money?”

Mike patted them on the back and laughs. “Welcome aboard.
You’ve survived your initiation.”

“I’ve been here three months and never seen you guys do this
before.”

“We only do it two or three times a year,” Ethan stated as
he made his way to them. “It gets them every time.”

“You still owe us.”

Mike laughed and walked away. Ethan regarded them both with
a flicker of amusement in his gaze. “I’ve got something even better—an
after-hours party to break you in the proper way.”

* * * * *

Tyler wasn’t sure whether it was the thrill of being invited
to the after-hours party or the potential housed within that incited the rush
of adrenaline. It didn’t much matter. A couple of hours from now the shock of
what’d gone down at the gay club would be forgotten—replaced by the abundant
pleasures to be had with the sexy women streaming into the townhome.

They’d arrived a few minutes ago and Jason had taken off,
chasing after a phantom brunette. Tyler thought he’d inhaled a bit too much
weed on the way over but it wasn’t his business.

“Welcome to paradise.
Mi casa es tu
casa.
” Ethan motioned toward the hallway. “No fucking in the room at
the end and we’re good.”

He tried to play it cool but anticipation jacked his body
and shifted him into overdrive. He’d been to a few parties—most of them small
no-tell-motel flings that lasted long enough for whatever guys had gone to get
off and then leave.

This wasn’t a no-tell-motel, though. From the rocking stereo
system and television to the plush leather seating now covered over with sexy
women, everything Tyler’s gaze swept over was something he wanted—and fully
intended to have.

Even though he’d gone to a couple of “parties” with a few of
the guys when asked, he’d never seen them all in action in the same room. Truth
be told, it was as intimidating as shit. Blocking out one guy getting his dick
sucked or fucked was one thing. Several guys were impossible to ignore.

A few of them were in various stages of undress throughout
Ethan’s place. A blonde bobbed her head up and down on a cock in the corner
near the fireplace. Tyler didn’t really want to know whose dick she was making
happy. As erotic as the image of her mouth working a dick was, the fact it
wasn’t
his
dick shriveled his nuts to useless raisins.

He scoured the room for neutral ground—a piece of the action
to stake out as his mountain of sin. A couple of cute brunettes were huddled in
the corner. Their voices rose slightly and one of them looked over her shoulder
at him with a welcoming grin.

He headed over. “Hi, ladies. Having fun yet?”

“No, but we will soon hopefully. I’m Tracy. This is my
friend Eva.”

Eva did a small half wave with a little grin that shot all
the blood back to his cock.

“You want to help us settle a bet?” Tracy ran her hand down
his arm. “Eva seems to think she’s a better kisser. I disagree.”

“Well I think I can help you two settle this easily enough.”

“Good, because this is a high-stakes bet,” Eva stated as she
ran her hand down his chest. “So you’re one of the new guys, right? I haven’t
gotten to see you perform yet. You any good?”

“You know it.”

“I guess we’ll find out soon enough,” Tracy stated. “Let’s
go find somewhere private. That way you can watch me cash in when I win.”

“I’m so winning this one, bitch.” Eva swatted Tracy on the
ass. “But she’s right. Let’s take this somewhere else. Come on, cowboy.”

Wow. Okay.
Tyler followed the two women and didn’t
bother trying to hide the grin on his face when Ethan chuckled and slapped him
on the back as they passed him.

They headed into a bedroom on the left and motioned for him
to sit on the bed. When they didn’t sit beside him as he’d expected, he
couldn’t help but wonder what they were gonna do. He moved to stand along with
them but Tracy touched his shoulder.

“Don’t be so anxious, cowboy.”

“Why do you keep calling me cowboy?”

“’Cause you look like one.” Eva squeezed his thigh as she
leaned down. His gaze went to her tits, which were now very close to his face.
If he leaned in…

The girls giggled and pulled back.

“You are a randy one, aren’t you?” Tracy moved to stand
behind Eva. “She does have gorgeous breasts though. I envy them sometimes.
They’re so big. I bet your hands are big enough to handle them though. Mine aren’t.”

“Is that right?”

Eva moaned and wiggled her ass against Tracy. “Show him.”

“Good idea.” She ran her hands down Eva’s sides and paused
at her waist. Tracy kissed her friend’s neck and looked at Tyler as she reached
around and began removing her shirt. “She’s got such beautiful skin too. I love
its softness beneath a gentle caress.”

She traced her fingertip along Eva’s stomach. Their eyes
fluttered shut and they leaned into one another as though lost in the
sensations. Blood pumped in his veins, arousal flared.

Eva’s top fell to the floor beside them. Tyler drank in the
imagery of her writhing beneath Tracy’s touch. He’d planned to be the one
making her moan softly. Hell, he’d make them both moan.

But this. This was hotter than hell. The white bra accentuated
her soft mocha skin. He wanted to speak, remind them he was here to accommodate
whatever pleasures they sought.

Don’t screw this up. Play it cool.

“See, I told you they were too big for me to handle.” Tracy
squeezed Eva’s tits through her bra. Her voice was raspy, feather soft, and he
swore he felt it sliding across his skin. “Maybe you should come and help me
out.”

The suggestion was all he needed. Eva’s eyes fluttered open,
her rich chocolate gaze swept down him as he approached. He captured her face
between his hands and claimed her lips. Strawberries.

He deepened the kiss, demanding her surrender when he swept
his tongue into her mouth. Fingertips ran beneath his shirt, across his
abdominals to his belt. A groan escaped his mouth when he severed the kiss.

“What flavor was she tonight?” Tracy asked with a smirk on
her face.

Too unreal. This entire night had to be a fucking dream.
He’d gotten too close to the shit being smoked backstage and inhaled. He was
probably passed out on a bed in a cruddy motel getting sucked off by some
fat-ass the guys tricked him into banging as another initiation ritual or some
shit.

Yeah, that would be right along the lines of what he
expected.

“My favorite is cherry, but she’s always wearing that
strawberries-and-cream gloss instead. I think she does it just to challenge
me.” Tracy pulled on Eva’s hair and half-turned her.

Tyler watched the way they melded into one another, sought
the heat from the other’s body as they dueled for control of the kiss. Whatever
their intention for tonight, they’d done this before. Or, rather, they’d done
one another.

The thought made his dick hard and he fought the urge to
reach down and undo his jeans. No way in hell he’d screw this up by moving too
fast. Following their lead made sense—gave them the advantage.

And it turned him on.

Ever since that first encounter in the alley behind the club
on amateur night his dick got the hardest when the woman took charge. Then
again, his cock pretty much stayed hard when he thought about sex.

Tracy broke the kiss with a sigh. “I’m starting to like
strawberries more and more.”

“I’m glad to hear that but I have to admit cherry has become
my second favorite.”

He listened to the byplay, not really giving a shit about
anything beyond tonight. “Do I get to taste you now?”

Tracy positioned herself against him. Confident hands ran
across his body, squeezing and rubbing just enough to make his dick throb.
Although he wanted to close the distance between them, he waited for her cue.

Anticipation threaded through him as his breath collided
with hers. A low whistle escaped her parted lips.

“Interesting. I do like a man who doesn’t mind a take-charge
woman. It makes play time so much more enjoyable.”

“I agree.”

“Me too,” Eva whispered. “Let’s undress him.”

“Hush, sweetie. We’re still working on you. Remember?” Tracy
maneuvered Eva between them. “She’s a little impatient just like you, cowboy.”

“The name’s Tyler.”

“Tonight you’re going to be our cowboy. You got a problem
with that?” Eva’s bra fell to the floor. Tracy cupped her tits and squeezed.

“Not at all.”

Eva’s eyes closed and she leaned against Tracy.

“She’s so responsive, isn’t she?” Tracy asked.

“Yes.”

Tracy removed her hands and nodded in silent assent for him
to take her place. Eva remained still, complacent to whatever ministrations the
other woman commanded. He rolled her nipples between his fingers and relished
the way they pebbled beneath his touch.

Tracy slid her fingers under Eva’s skirt. “I think she might
be even wetter than I am.”

“Maybe I should be the judge of that.”

She withdrew her finger and sucked it into her mouth.
Grabbing his neck, she pulled him downward to claim his mouth. The kiss was
rough and wanton and almost made him lose control. He needed to feel her
pussy—or Eva’s—gripping his cock. Hell, he’d fuck them both.

Need raged within him when she pulled away. Her hand cupped
his crotch through the too-tight jeans and he stifled his groan.

“Not bad, cowboy. Not bad at all.” She unzipped them and
grinned. “So tell me. Whose kiss did you enjoy most?”