by Madison Faye
“Sure.”
He smiles. “Well, shit man, go get a dance.”
“I’m not really into—”
“Nope! Not taking no for an answer, bro! It’s my bachelor party, and if you want her, she’s yours, man.”
The growl rumbles in my throat, but he can’t hear it over the music. The music which suddenly switches songs, and when I glance back at the stage, she’s walking off of it.
Fuck.
My eyes scan the room, but she’s gone, and I shake my head. The fuck was I thinking anyways?
Instead, I knock back the rest of my drink and head to the bar to pay bottle price for one drink again. I thank the bartender, and I’m bringing the glass to my lips when suddenly, hands grab both my arms, yanking them back.
…And instinct kicks in.
I whirl, wrenching my hands free, grabbing one of them by the collar of his t-shirt. My fist raises, and it’s only then that I’m aware of Dan’s voice.
“Whoa! Whoa! Fuckin’ chill, man!”
I blink, and when the adrenaline cools, and my eyes focus, I realize I’m holding the Best Man in my hands.
Shit.
“Sorry,” I growl, letting his shirt go. The guy is white-faced, and looks like he’s about to piss himself.
“S’cool,” he mumbles, swallowing as he glances at the other guys in the bachelor party nervously. Actually, all of them are looking at me like that.
Dan’s chuckling laugh breaks the silence.
“Fuck, Colton!” he whistles.
“Thought you were a high school principle,” the best man mumbles, eyeing me.
“Naw, headmaster,” Dan crows.
“It’s just principle.” That’s what I am in life these days. The Principle of Winchester Academy, this absurdly expensive, exclusive private boarding high school a few towns away from here.
I clear my throat and nod at the guy I almost just killed. “And sorry. I—” I frown. “I’m not good with being surprised from behind like that.”
Dan nods. “True that, bro. He was in the Marines,” he says somberly to his other friends.
“Special Forces.”
“Yeah, that’s what I said.”
I don’t bother correcting him.
“Anyways, Colton, man, we just wanted to surprise you.”
“Mission accomplished,” I growl, reaching for my drink.
He grins. “No, buddy. I mean we surprised you with a little private room action.”
I frown.
What.
One of the other guys grins and steps forward. “Yeah, bro. Dan here wanted to hook you up with a little champagne room, huh?”
His smile widens as all of the guys make cat-calls and whooping sounds.
“Dan, that’s…I’m not really into—”
“Well I already paid man, so, c’mon!”
I frown.
“Bro, it’s my bachelor party, and I want you to go have fun!”
Fuck it.
It’s not that I want to, it’s that I don’t want to keep standing here having this discussion. And hell, if nothing else, I’m pretty sure the private room is private. I can tell the stripper to take a break and keep the money, and I can get some peace and quiet for ten minutes.
“Sure, man,” I smile thinly. “Sounds good.”
“Ay! Atta boy!” Dan crows. He nods at a purple neon lit doorway. “Through there, second door on the left!”
I take a drink as I walk away, ignoring the cheers from the bachelor party as I step through into a dark hallway that smells like cheap perfume. I find the door, and step into a world of blue neon and faux crystal. There’s a big—and I do mean big—guy waiting for me to tell me to keep my hands to my damn self and to take a seat and wait for my girl.
Great.
I sit, drinking my whiskey and wondering how soon I can get the fuck out of here, when the door opens.
…And my jaw tightens.
It’s her. Fuck, of course it’s her. Blonde hair, black mask, sky-blue lacy lingerie, and fuck-me stilettos. The door closes behind her, and when our eyes lock, I see her instantly stiffen. Actually, she flat out shivers, and I watch as her teeth rake nervously over her bottom lip.
Well, this is off to a great start.
“Listen,” I growl, leaning forward. “I’m good, really. My buddies paid for the room, so if you want to go take a break or…I don’t know, do whatever, that’s fine.”
She swallows, her chest rising and falling, and God help me, my eyes drop right to those fucking perfect tits before I drag my eyes back to hers. Fuck, she’s young—younger than I thought she was on stage. And with all due respect to women who take their clothes off for a living, and I do have some serious respect for them, this girl ain’t it. She just doesn’t have that look.
“I’m serious,” I mutter. “Honestly, go take a break. I’m just gonna sit here and—”
“I have to.”
Her voice is like silk and lace, but I frown.
“No, you really—”
“Yes I do.”
She nods subtly up at a little glass bubble on the ceiling, and when I see it, my jaw tightens. It’s a security camera.
“But I don’t want the dance.”
“I’ll…” she frowns, looking down.
“What.”
“I’ll get in trouble if I don’t,” she says softly.
My scowl deepens.
“Are you in trouble?”
She quickly shakes her head.
“You can tell me if you are.”
“I—” she opens her mouth and then snaps shut, her eyes darting to that camera again.
“They paid for two songs.”
“Darlin—”
But she steps right towards me, and when more sultry music comes on, suddenly, she starts to move. And just like before, suddenly, I can’t look away.
She sways her hips, and there’s more confidence this time than she had on stage as she starts to dance. She sways towards me, reaching back and pausing for one second, and shivering, before I see her undo her bra. She holds it in place over her tits as she moves closer, and when she suddenly steps up onto the banquet seat I’m sitting in, I growl.
Fuck, why am I hard.
I don’t do strip clubs. This is not my scene, and this is nothing I want. But she, on the other hand, is everything I want, and when she slides into my lap, something fierce burns through me. She grinds on me, and fuck if my cock doesn’t start to respond. Swelling, thickening, bulging against her. Her breath catches, and she swallows again, her cheeks pink even in the neon blue lighting as she sways and moves.
She pulls the bra away, and I groan as my eyes drop to her perfect—fucking perfect—breasts. Full, and soft, and perky, with these hard little rosy, puffy nipples capping them. My cock pulses even harder, and I know damn well she can feel it when she gasps quietly. She moves on me, a little awkwardly, but the room is still pulsing with this sexual energy as she gets up, turns, and then settles back down on me. I growl as I feel my cock nestle against her tight little ass, and when she starts to rub and grind, my jaw clenches tightly.
One song ends, and as the second one starts, she leans back, swaying against me and letting her arm raise. Her fingers thread into my hair, and my pulse races.
Goddamnit, maybe I am one of those guys. Maybe it’s not that she’s this innocent little broken doll I’m obsessed with because she seems too innocent for a place like this. Maybe it’s just that she’s that good.
She spins again on my lap, straddling me and looking me dead in the eye as she grinds faster and harder. My cock pulses, my balls swelling with cum as the gorgeous, nubile little tease on my lap drags me into her world. I’m falling in head first, and I’m lost in those eyes. But as she leans in close and lets her hand slide up her body and into her hair, suddenly, the string on the mask pops, and it drops away. And my whole world goes upside-fucking-down.
…Because I know her.
Actually, it’s about ten thousa
nd times worse than just knowing her. It’s how I know her. It’s the fact that it’s not a stripper sitting on my rock-hard cock in sexy lacy panties with her tits about six inches from my face. It’s that I see her almost every day, wearing a white blouse, a plaid skirt, knee-socks, and flats.
…It’s that her name is Brynn Henley, and she’s a fucking student at Winchester Academy.
She’s eighteen. She’s a senior. Her family is beyond loaded. And yet here she is, giving me a topless lap dance in a strip club champagne room.
Our eyes lock, her face white and mortified looking before suddenly, it’s like she’s been electrified. She bolts off of my lap, grabbing her bra and gasping as she backs away from me.
“Brynn?” I say quietly, my eyes locked with hers.
“Please…don’t…I mean, this isn’t what you…”
She swallows, her face paling.
“Please, Principle Kane.”
And just like that, she whirls, and she’s out the door, leaving me lost, shocked, and trying to figure out what the fuck just happened.
Oh, and hard. She leaves me achingly, confusingly, damningly, sinfully hard.
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Copyright © 2019 Madison Faye
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Photography: Wander Aguiar
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This book is intended for mature, adult audiences only. It contains extremely sexually explicit and graphic scenes and language which may be considered offensive by some readers. This book is strictly intended for those over the age of 18.
All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older. All acts of a sexual nature are completely consensual. No one is related in this book.
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