by Angera Allen
Izzy is a good foot taller than me with her stilettos on, but I turn her to the crowd, bending her over slapping her ass, I slide my hand up and over her ass slipping my middle finger between her ass cheeks giving them a good show. I smack her ass again before turning her around pushing her into the chair.
As I crouch in front of her, and she laughs. “You sneaky little bitch.”
I laugh, spreading her legs wide. “What?”
I stand, placing my foot on the chair between her legs, taking a step, so I’m standing up on the chair facing her. I give her a little sexy dance. She leans her head back looking up at me laughing. I twist my arm, gripping the pole, lifting my body into a deadlift twisting my body into a flag while swinging with the pole. Once I clear Izzy’s head, I invert into the splits against the pole while the pole makes another circle around Izzy. I climb up the pole doing a few more moves, but each time I pass Izzy’s head, I make sure my move is high enough to clear her body. She has her head tilted back looking up at me, but I see her touching herself - giving them all a show as well. Timing it perfectly when I extend out landing back down onto the chair facing the crowd this time.
As the second song ends, I place my hand over my heart and wait for the beat of the last song to sound. When it does, I start to move my hands like it’s beating. The song, “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails, has the club crying out again with approval.
I turn around grabbing the pole as I lean my body over her. I start to thrust into Izzy. It looks like I’m fucking her face, but I’m actually telling her what we’re going to do next. Placing my hands onto the back of her chair, Izzy reaches up grabbing my tits as I kick myself upward into a handstand on top of the chair. Our heads are next to one another. Izzy reaches up, gripping my arms, and I lean my body back into a backbend clipping the pole with my boot first and then sliding the pole between my legs. Once the pole is secure, I let go of the chair, flipping myself up onto the pole. Izzy gets up, moving the chair away.
I’m almost at the top of the pole when Izzy swirls around below me. We used to do a lot of pole art dancing which is two people using the same pole doing moves in sync or forming ourselves into a crazy design with our bodies.
When I move into a Superman, she knows the routine, and it’s like we’ve never been apart. Each move is precise and detailed. We hear the girls freaking out with excitement. We move in unison, never missing a beat. The last three minutes of the song is instrumental, and toward the end, she grips the pole just below me, and we both slide down the pole on either side landing into the splits, which has the room screaming so loud we can barely hear the end of the song.
Izzy gets up grabbing my hand and hugs me. “I fucking love you girl. You haven't pole danced lately - my ass. That was fucking amazing.”
“Well, I had to lose the baby fat somehow,” I reply laughing.
We both turn to the crowd and take a bow before walking to the edge of the stage. Ginger’s screaming in the mic for everyone to calm down. The girls grab us hugging both of us, but I only have eyes for Quick who has moved to the front of the stage next to Gus. The look on his face is purely carnal, and he’s about ready to pounce on his prey as he fingers me to come over to him.
My body’s pumped full of adrenalin. I’m still processing what we just did, but my mind is only on Quick. My smile widens, and I feel a huge weight come off my shoulders.
I feel free, and God, I am happy. I can do what I want and be happy. I am going to be okay.
Ginger announces Izzy will be continuing to dance if we could all settle down. I move toward Quick and as soon as I’m in reaching distance he snatches me up, throwing me over his shoulder. I laugh, loving every minute of it. I push up off his ass looking to everyone as we pass. I get a few smacks on the ass. I see Izzy wave and head to the pole for the next song.
I can’t stop laughing, knowing where he’s taking me, I just relax against his body letting him be the caveman he needs to be. Once we’re in the elevator, he sets me down, pinning me up against the wall, smashing his mouth to mine. He’s so crazed with lust he’s grunting and groaning with one hand grabbing my tit while the other one slips into my panties, finding me ready for him. I grab his cock over his pants, and he breaks the kiss. “Jesus Christ, Ruby. I can’t wait.” He unzips his pants just as the door dings, opening to his floor.
He grabs my hand, urgently pulling me to his room, still undoing his pants. He lets go of my hand to unlock the door swatting my ass, pushing me into his bedroom.
I turn around ready for him to pounce. He’s rolling a condom on, still fully dressed, with his pants open. He pulls me to him pushing me up against the wall.
“Lift your leg up. I want to fuck you in the splits.” I move to lift my leg as he grabs my panties, sliding them over, bending his knees so he can place his cock at my wet entrance. He slams into me, rocking me hard against the wall. Quick lifts my leg the rest of the way up onto his chest placing my boot next to his face. He bends down a bit getting a better angle before he thrusts harder, making himself go deeper into me as he leans in.
“Oh, fuck,” I cry out.
He has me pinned in the splits against him and the wall as he hammers into me. “Fuck. You're even tighter.” He kisses me. “Goddamn. I’m going to come fast.” He increases his thrusts.
Reaching between us, Quick slips his fingers between my folds, working my clit.
“Quick…” I grit out.
“Fuck. Yeah,” he says breathlessly.
Moans escape me with each thrust of his thick cock as my pussy spasms each time it enters me.
Quick grips my ass. “I. Can’t. Hold-” His neck muscles tighten, and his cock pulses, hardening even more with each thrust.
“Harder,” I breathe.
“Shit. Yeah. I’m close,” he grunts.
Quick leans in, biting my neck. My legs start to quiver, and I chant over and over again, yeah, each time getting louder until my orgasm shatters through me and I cry out his name as I come. Quick growls loud, slamming into me repeatedly before dropping his head back releasing a loud, fuck yes, with his orgasm.
Quick withdraws from me, releasing my leg slowly, he wraps his arms around my waist holding me up. Quick leans heavily against the wall for his own support. We both stand there a few minutes panting breathlessly.
“You’ve ruined me,” Quick mumbles into my ear before kissing my neck.
I reach up, wrapping my arms around his neck pulling him to me, kissing him deep and slow as I drag my fingers through his unruly hair roughly.
Fuck I want more, my body still tingling from his first assault on me, has my body wanting more. I slide my hands down his neck, over his cut, grabbing the sides, slipping it off. Quick stops me, breaking the kiss with a lustful smile. “Does my little Firecracker want more?”
“Yes, please,” I beg.
Quick takes a step back looking me in the eye. “Go lay on the bed. I want you in the splits at the edge of the bed. Facing away from me, leaning onto the bed with your arms straight out above you,” he commands in a deep, smooth voice filled with passion.
Without a word, I move toward the bed. My body is primed and ready to go.
“I want those off but keep the boots on.” Quick points to my lingerie, licking his lips.
Once I’m in position on the bed, I relax laying forward on the bed, I stretch my arms above my head and place my face into the mattress and take a deep breath in. I just lay there and listen to Quick move around the room silently. I hear him go into the bathroom, probably discarding the condom. I hear clothes being removed and at last, the ripping of a new condom has my pussy twitching in anticipation.
The anticipation is killing me. I love it! I can’t remember being this relaxed, and excited, with no worries. I’ve always wondered what Brody wanted or what he was trying to get from me during sex. These last few years he was always demanding or plotting something while I was sedated and couldn’t think straight.
Sensing him behind me, I close m
y mind off to all Brody thoughts. Quick moves up behind me, but he hasn’t touched me yet. I lick my lips eagerly, and my body starts to shake.
For fuck’s sake, touch me. Jesus, he’s killing me. I love it!
Quick lightly slides his hand over my ass cheeks igniting a long moan from within me. He massages upward, gripping my side before grazing my side boob and then over my shoulder, only to return back down the middle of my back.
“I know you picked those songs tonight for me. It took me a minute, but I figured it out.”
Quick’s torturous fingers glide back up over my shoulder, but this time he doesn’t return. Instead, he grabs the crevice of my shoulder and neck, putting on pressure immobilizing me. While he slides the other one straight down my ass cheeks slipping two fingers into my pussy.
Fuck. Yes.
I tilt my head to the side releasing a long whiny, yes, while he slowly finger fucks me.
“You got me all strung out over this perfect little pussy of yours.” His voice a deep rumble.
He slowly tortures my G-spot. Jesus Christ, don’t stop.
When Quick withdraws his fingers disturbingly slowly, I protest wiggling my ass.
I whimper, “Please.”
He slaps my pussy lips with his cock a couple times sending a zing straight to my core.
“Those songs.” He taps my sex, moving his cock in a circular motion. “And goddamn, Firecracker, this pussy.” He slowly slides his cock over my swollen clit a couple times. “Rube, what were you trying to say?” He ends his assault sliding his cock up and down my slick folds, coating his cock.
My body is lit up like a motherfucking Christmas tree, and he wants me to talk. I can’t think of anything but wanting his gloriously amazing cock pummeling into me. I clench the bedding above my head burrowing my face, praying for a release. When I don’t answer him, he slaps my ass, jolting my face up with a cry.
“What do you want from me, Ruby?” he demands, gripping my ass where he had just slapped it.
“You,” I say with a breath.
God, forgive me, but I want him. I want him so fucking bad.
Quick still holding me by the shoulder, leans slighting over my body placing his cock at my entrance.
“Do you want all of me or just my cock? Because those songs kinda were telling me a bunch of different things.”
He continues his torture by circling his cock around my pussy, slipping it slightly in but withdrawing it, teasing me.
Please, don’t play mind games. Please.
I get pissed thinking of the games Brody always plays during sex but block the thoughts, pulling myself back to the now, feeling deliriously crazed, I grit out, “I want you. It’s only you I want this weekend.”
Quick’s hand grips me tighter around the neck.
“Please. Quick.” I moan.
Don’t fu-
Without warning, Quick slams in hard, bottoming his lengthy cock against my cervix. Relief and pain shoot through my lower body. “Yes.” I cry out for more.
Quick bends, lowering, gripping my thighs that are still spread out, he begins ramming into me with urgency, grunting, “Only me- Only this weekend…” He slams harder, slapping my ass in rhythm with his thrusts.
I burrow my face back into the bed crying out my pleasure, feeling my orgasm build. Hearing his panting and groans of his own ecstasy sends me spiraling out of control. My legs start to shake from being in the splits for so long but when my pussy starts to spasm, I lose all sense of my limbs. My pussy clenches around his enormously thick cock with my orgasm thrashing through me. I cry out his name, but it’s muffled by the bed.
“Goddamn. Firecracker, your pussy-” He cuts himself off slapping my ass.
I’m seeing stars, and my body shakes uncontrollably.
“It’s mine,” he growls, losing control himself as his thrusts become erratic. “I want you,” he grits through a clenched jaw.
I feel his cock thicken with a pulse, so I clench my walls hard around his dick and moan.
“Motherfucker,” he hisses.
“Come on, baby. One more time.” Quick pushes us up the bed letting my legs slide down, releasing me from the splits but keeping them spread wide. He’s leaning over me inches from my body when he grinds deeper and harder a couple times and then holds it there inside me while he slips his hand between the bed and me, sliding it down over my clit.
“Quick,” I say breathlessly.
Quick starts to move above me, but it’s his fingers that have my attention.
“Oh. Yeah,” I cry out.
My pussy gushes with another orgasm. Quick slowly, snail-like slow works his cock in and out. Dragging out his words with each thrust. I’m about to lose my mind, and he’s inches from my ear, breathing deeply with each seductive word.
“I’m going-”
Juices slide down my inner thighs. Oh, fuck yes.
“-to come-” he breathes heavily, he pumps in.
Fuck, I can’t take it.
“-so…” he murmurs, sucking my earlobe with a nip, as he slides out.
I whine, pleading for him to move faster.
“-fucking…” He leans up grinding down harder in and back out.
I’m going to explode.
“-hard.” His voice comes out rough behind me as he slams into me, gripping my hips. He starts pumping vigorously hard and faster. He’s shouting out words with each thrust but I’m so lost in my own euphoria, I can’t understand him. I’m about to have the biggest most powerful orgasm ever.
Hard. Deep. Thrusts. He powers his massive body over me, into me. We both come at the same time crying out our releases.
He thrusts a few more times before withdrawing from me. I’m soaring high as this orgasm has my body humming with electricity tingling from head to toe. I keep moaning, never wanting this feeling to go away. Quick plops down next to me on the bed fully naked, pulling my limp body onto his as he kisses my forehead.
“Rest for a minute,” he murmurs raspily.
Oh, my God, again? He’s like a goddamn machine. He can’t be real.
I can’t speak so I whimper.
Quick must read my mind because he laughs. “I mean rest before we head back down to the party. I want you to have some fun with your friends before I take you again, keeping you up here all night.”
I relax into him replying only with a happy moan.
I’m stuck. The orgasm has my body humming and with so many amazing feelings rushing throughout my whole body. I don’t want to move the ecstasy is beyond anything I’ve felt, well, felt without drugs. I didn’t know I could feel this way, my body is literally floating. All I can do is moan.
Quick still chuckling, thrusts his semi-flaccid cock up against me. “Don’t get me wrong, Firecracker. I could keep going.”
He turns our bodies so he’s halfway on top of me. “…And believe me.”
He sucks my tit, releasing it with a pop. “Your pussy.”
Quick slips his hand down over my sensitive clit, getting a hissing reaction with arching of my back off the bed.
Oh, my... The pressure. Fuck.
He keeps his torture up, sliding his fingers into my swollen sex. As he leans in to lick my neck, moving up inches away from my ear, he says seductively, “This pussy is going to be so fucking raw by the end of this weekend. You won’t be able to forget me.” Chills run down my body with excitement. “Just so you know,” he finishes.
Yes. God… yeah. I let out a long moan, thrusting my hips against his greedy fingers. Brody never would come more than two times in one night unless he was on drugs, even then it was hard for him. Most of the time he would leave me horny and amped up only to be let down. Fuck, I want more. I want Quick. I want to see how many times Quick will come for me. Come because I made him feel good enough to come.
He tilts his head so our faces are inches from each other. “Look at me, Ruby,” he demands. I obey, opening my fully sated eyes to see lustfully crazed eyes staring back at me. “I want you t
o remember me and know how much I want you.” He grinds his hardening cock against me “I want you again. Goddamn, I want you again.”
Quick leans down kissing me deep and hard, crazy like the look in his eyes.
I feel the same way needing him, I reach around his shoulders clawing at him, and he breaks the kiss with a hiss. “Firecracker, if you don’t stop, we won’t be going back downstairs.” His voice comes out rough. His eyes are filled with so many emotions, that I can’t read him. I wonder what mine show because right now I want to stay in here all weekend and forget my life. I want him to want me, no I want him to crave me!
“Ruby…” My name comes out in a breath, letting me know he’s just as torn about leaving here.
A devilish smile spreads across my face. “I can’t let you go downstairs with that.” I thrust against his fully hard cock. “Now can I? People will think I haven’t done my job,” I tease.
Quick smiles, moving faster than I was expecting and within seconds, his dick’s covered and pushing into my readily swollen pussy.
“Fuck, yeah,” we both say in unison.
Chapter Twelve
When we emerge from the elevator, an hour later, the halls are still filled with people. I was having a hard time walking, but the pain only put a bigger smile across my face. I was so blissfully happy I didn't even care where we were or what was going on around me. I have two more days of this dream life, and I wasn’t going to let anything hold me back. Not even a broken pussy.
Quick holds me close to him guiding me through the thick crowd. He would stop to shake someone’s hand or say hello, but he never let go of me. I was hooked to his hip being introduced to everyone as Firecracker. It made me feel special. He was obviously well liked because everyone seemed to want to talk to him.
The party was in full swing with girls dancing all around giving men lap dances or just dancing around. I didn’t see any naked women, but there are some pretty skanky looking ones roaming around. The rooms were filled for sure tonight. We finally made it to the bar where Ginger, Shy, and her family were all hanging out. Most of them were by the bar, but a few of them were playing pool.
