Jake laughed. “I don’t dance, and I’m pretty sure the other guys won’t either. Chico maybe, but he’s got more rhythm than all of us.”
Chico slid up behind Mackenzie, moving his hips to the music. “You know it.” He laid his hands on her waist, grinding into her ass. “If they don’t wanna dance, I’ll keep you company.”
“Hell no!” Brandon yanked Chico down by his pants. “No way in hell are you showing off with her on a dance floor.”
Laughing, Chico sat down. “Afraid my Latin blood’s gonna lure her away from you, man?”
“Shut up!” Brandon knew he had used his knack for dancing to get more women than they could count before Chico settled into relationships with his girls. Brandon got to his feet and hugged Mackenzie from behind. “Anything but dancing,” he whispered in her ear. “OK?”
She nodded and leaned back on him. “That place plays rock music. Wanna go there?” She pointed at The Orpheum. Several patrons dressed much like Brandon were exiting, and the loud metal music floated in the air.
“If you do.” Brandon didn’t care much what they did, just wanted to be with her.
Jake shook his head. “Don’t see any chicks with their tits hanging out goin’ in there.”
“Casino or strip club?” Jake asked. He glanced at Mackenzie.
She took another look around. “Why don’t we get a drink and people watch?”
“What’s the fun in that?” Jake groaned. “I vote strip club.” He crouched down. “Who’s with me?”
The rest of the group replied, “Strip club.”
Everyone seated again, Scott, Chico and Jake searched online for strip clubs nearby. They compared the photos posted, then chose the one they liked most. When the limo pulled into the lot of the gentleman’s club, it was not the only one. They hoped that meant no one would fuss over who they were.
Brandon got out first and offered Mackenzie his hand. She took it and put one foot on the ground outside. Her outfit was perfect for a strip club. They had gone shopping while in South Florida. She wore a black, skull-patterned corset top and miniskirt along with five-inch heels and black thigh-high stockings with a seam up the back.
“Damn,” Scott muttered as he got a glimpse of her bare pussy when she bent to get out. “So wanna fuck that pussy tonight.”
Austin groaned. “No foursome tonight.” Scott had promised no leaving him for a threesome again.
Scott looked back at him. “I know. Just saying.”
“Was a nice view,” Chico agreed. “But there’s plenty of pussy inside.”
The bouncer let them in. In the foyer was a desk. The woman behind it said, “Couples are free tonight.” Mackenzie smiled and squeezed Brandon’s hand. “The rest of you, $20 cover charge.”
Austin grabbed Scott’s hand. “All couples are free?” He didn’t care about the money, just wanted their relationship recognized.
“Um, well…” The woman looked slightly frazzled. “I guess. Are you all gay?” She looked confused.
Scott gritted his teeth. “No. I like chicks too.”
“I’ll pay for you guys.” Jake pulled out a hundred dollar bill. “Don’t make a big deal outta this, guys.” He could see Scott was pissed about the gay comment. “Keep the rest.”
Chico handed over 20 dollars and glanced at Scott. “You know I support you even though I don’t like to see... Well, you know. Not everyone is accepting.”
Austin nodded. “We know that, but it would be nice.”
“Relax. Please, Scott.” Mackenzie put a hand to his chest and looked up. “What can I do to help you let it go?”
He grinned, his anger fading. “A blowjob might ease my pain.”
“Not happening,” Brandon growled, tugging Mackenzie through the doors to the club. “Let them get their own women.”
He walked right to the bar so they could watch the crowd first. After helping Mackenzie onto a bar stool, he ordered their drinks. Then he sat next to her and looked around. The music was not overbearing. Conversation was still possible. The bartenders were scantily-clad women. A few waitresses walked the floor, dressed in the same outfit. Then he saw the dancers: thongs and bikini tops or bras.
“I see a few I like already,” Mackenzie mentioned as she too scanned the room. Two women were on the stages, climbing a pole and shaking their asses. “That one’s got nice tits.”
Brandon followed her gaze and smiled. “Oh, yeah.” Scraps of cloth covered them, but he could see they were real and much more than a handful. “Love to see you sucking her nipples.” He knew he couldn’t touch. Every club he ever went to, it was hands off.
“Good choice,” Austin said as he walked into the room. His eyes roamed the room, taking it all in. “Scott, check that one out.” He pointed to a girl bent over on the side stage, ass bouncing in the air to the hip-hop beat.
Scott watched her, amazed. Then she went down into a split, basically humping the floor repeatedly. “Damn. Imagine fucking her?”
Austin nodded. “Yeah.”
Chico and Jake took the available seats next to Mackenzie. “Told you this one was perfect,” Chico bragged. Jake wanted to go to a more upscale place. “Wonder how far these chicks go behind closed doors.”
After Brandon had ordered a second drink, the DJ introduced Dawn. Brandon watched her climb the steps to the center stage. There were seats all around it, closer than he had ever seen before. She used the pole, moving quite like an acrobat or gymnast. When at the top, she hung her head down, long dark hair pointing at the floor. She worked the pole with her hips. Then Brandon’s mouth dropped when she came down and sat on the edge, her heels on a man’s shoulders. The man ran his hands up her thighs as she gyrated for him, her crotch in his face.
Brandon stared as the guy tucked bills in her thong all over. When he stopped, she walked the stage a bit, shedding her bra. She danced a bit more, playing with her nipples and rubbing her body. Then she paused in front of a man holding a wad of cash. Again she got down in front of him. However, after he was cleaned out, she got into his lap and ground on him while he held her, hands exploring her entire body.
“Am I seeing things?” Austin was shocked as well. “That guy’s all over her.” Then the man slapped her ass.
Scott grabbed Austin’s arm. “I wonder how far they let it go.”
“Hey, when that one gets on stage.” Jake gestured to a blonde with the nice rack. “I’m sitting front and center. Gonna get my hands on those titties.”
Chico laughed. “First time he can without getting us thrown out. I hate when that happens.”
Checking out the various dancers walking the floor, Scott spotted one that stood out. She had tattoos covering half her body, one taking up her entire back. Her jet-black hair contrasted well with her pale skin. He watched her walk with confidence and a bit of toughness that seemed genuine.
“Hey, what’d ya think of that one?” Scott pointed her out.
Austin grinned. “Yeah. Perfect.” He leaned in close. “Maybe if she don’t know who we are, we can experiment a bit more. If she’s game, that is.” They had all picked up strippers before. Even the ones who refused everyone else.
Mackenzie finished her drink and pulled Brandon towards the center stage. Two new girls were just getting started. She trained her gaze on them. Kia was dark-skinned, Misty light-skinned. Both had brown hair and incredible bodies. By the time they sat in the middle, at the edge of the stage, the girls were each climbing a pole. She stared as they swung on the poles, and used rods running parallel to the stage to perform turns, flips and sexy poses.
The show was so much better than she expected. Usually, it was all about the striptease, heavy on the tease. At that club, it was talent and skin. She admired the women’s flexibility and seductive looks. There was no way she could perform half as well.
Brandon was awed as well. He had been in many joints like that across the country, but never before had he seen so many talented women who seemed to truly enjoy turning men on for a
living. Suddenly, his eyes opened wide. One girl was climbing up the other’s pole. They worked together, simulating sex. Then they pressed their faces to each other’s pussies.
“Holy shit,” he muttered. Then he leaned close to Mackenzie and put his hand on her bare thigh. “Hot as fuck.”
She smirked. “I agree. Gimme a few dollars so I can tell them how much I appreciate their talent.” She did not have any cash on her.
He dug into his pocket and pulled out the cash he carried. The smallest he had was twenties, as usual. He always had people keep the change when paying in cash. “Here.” He handed her a bunch of bills.
“That’s like $200! What’re you crazy?”
Shrugging, he replied, “It’s only money. I got a lot more than that on me.”
Mackenzie took a deep breath and reminded herself who Brandon was. Money did not mean what it once did for him and still did for her. As soon as the girls set their feet on the floor, she waved the money at them. Instantly, they came closer. Seeing the denomination, their eyes lit up.
“My, aren’t you a sweet young thing,” Mackenzie commented as Misty crouched down in front of her.
Smiling and looking back at Mackenzie, she replied, “Thank you.” Then Misty proceeded to bounce her ass to the music, with perfect timing.
Kia was doing the same in front of Brandon, who was nervous. He had never touched a stripper before. His instincts were telling him, hands off. She backed up, shaking her ass so close, he wanted to bite her. Instead, he slipped a 20 into her G-string on the side. She growled and bucked her hips. He glanced at his girlfriend for a few seconds before slapping the stripper’s ass lightly. She sighed and moved back a bit more.
Biting his lip, Brandon slid a 20 between her ass cheeks, then swatted her twice more. She turned around quickly and offered up her pussy. He leaned closer, and she opened her legs before closing them around his head.
“You famous or just a rich boy?” she asked in a sexy tone. No regulars gave away twenties.
He smirked. “Maybe both.”
She pulled back just a bit. Then after stripping her top off, she slid down onto Brandon’s lap. “Wanna private dance?”
“Sorry. Not my thing.” He smiled at his girlfriend, who was slipping a bill in her girl’s thong. “Having fun?”
She grinned. “Yeah. Good idea.” Misty slid onto her lap as well.
“Take my bra off,” she whispered in Mackenzie’s ear.
Biting her lip, Mackenzie reached up and popped the clasp open. Then she moved the cups aside. “Nice.”
Across the room, Scott watched tattoo girl on the side stage. Her body said, “Fuck me,” but her expression was more like, “You wish you could fuck me.”
“God, that’s hot,” Austin growled as he stared at her pumping her hips. “Those thighs around your head. Those lips around my dick. Damn.” He rubbed Scott’s thigh. “Fuck her, then fuck you.” He moaned seeing it all in his head. “What a night that’d be.”
Scott turned to him. “Bet we can make it happen. Money talks in this place.” He glanced at Mackenzie and licked his lips. “These girls seem to have no limits.” His cock grew harder as he watched Mackenzie run her hands over a stripper’s body. “Some of them have a thing for women, too.”
“Will you lick my nipples?” Misty pleaded, thrusting her chest into Mackenzie’s face. Then she moved her hands up and grabbed Mackenzie’s breasts. “If we go somewhere private, I can suck on yours.”
Tentatively, Mackenzie ran her tongue over Misty’s right nipple. One look to her left and she knew Brandon didn’t even notice. Kia was grinding on him and he was groaning, obviously turned on by it.
“If you rather not, I understand.” Misty pulled back and got up on the stage again. She didn’t move away though. She got on all fours, back to the floor, legs spread.
Brandon leaned back, panting. “Tink, you wanna go?” His dick was so hard it hurt. “Or fuck in the limo?” He turned to her.
“In a few,” Mackenzie replied. She was awed by Misty’s flexibility. “This girl is amazing.” She lifted her last 20 and tugged Misty’s thong aside, exposing her folds. “Would love to see you fuck this pussy, though.”
Brandon’s mouth dropped a bit. “You’re killing me, Kenzie.” Then he bit his lip as she slid the 20 across Misty’s bare mound and fixed her thong. “Not much longer.”
Jake sat on the other side of the stage; waiting for the stripper he was after to start her set. His eyes followed her as she moved around the room. When she passed close to him, she winked. He smiled and reached into his pocket.
“You go on next?” he asked.
She stopped and met his eyes. “Yes. Hope you show your appreciation.”
“Oh, I will.” Jake’s eyebrows rose.
Brandon and Mackenzie stood when Kia and Misty walked off the stage. He took her hand in his and kissed it. “Still not as sexy as you.”
“Sure.” She was glad he said it though. She tugged him back to the bar. “One more drink.”
After they had been settled, Cherry was announced. Brandon looked towards the stage and grinned. The girl walking across the main stage was as innocent looking as an exotic dancer could be. White bikini covered by a sheer white cover up. Her steps were guarded, making her look even more timid.
Mackenzie could see Jake almost drooling as she made her way towards him. Then he slapped a few bills onto the stage towards her. Eyes opened wide, Cherry hesitated. Obviously, she wasn’t sure what to do next.
Jake twirled a finger in the air and she spun for him. Then she slowly let her cover up fall to the floor. She faced him again. He looked her over and winked. Then he held up two $100 bills.
“Lose the top,” Jake commanded.
She complied and knelt before him. He pulled her thong out and tucked the money inside as he peeked down. Then he let his fingers graze her ribs. He was nervous about touching her. Being thrown out of several clubs had trained him not to touch. When she didn’t protest, he let his hands wander further up. He took a hold of her breasts and squeezed slightly.
“Nice.” Jake looked into her eyes. “Wanna come back to my hotel room tonight?”
She didn’t say anything right away. After he had rubbed her nipples enough to make her wet, she softly replied, “Maybe.”
Jake whipped out a handful of 20s and 50s, then rained them over her body. “You won’t be disappointed.”
Brandon shook his head, knowing Jake was hitting on the woman performing. He glanced at Mackenzie, who had her drink in her hand. He had already polished off his. Nearby, Scott and Austin’s eyes were glued to the side stage. He looked that way and understood why. The chick dancing was hot as fuck. Tatted up and curves in all the right places. Much like his Kenzie.
“I think they’re gonna go for her.” Brandon nudged Mackenzie’s arm.
She followed Scott’s gaze. “Wow, I don’t blame them.” She was just their type. After draining her glass, she turned back to Brandon. “You ready?”
“Yep.” He tapped Austin’s arm. “We’re takin’ off. You guys have fun.”
Austin didn’t move but replied, “Taking the limo?”
“Nah. I’ll get us a cab.”
Chapter 21
By the time Brandon opened the door to their room at the Embassy Suites near the Forum, he was desperate to get Mackenzie under him. The entire ride from the club, they had kissed and groped each other. However, the driver’s roving eyes made him keep it to only that. His cock strained to be set free, and his entire body was tingling with anticipation.
Mackenzie giggled when she was tugged into the room roughly. As soon as the door was closed, she was off her feet, laughing harder. Her thighs were wet with arousal, so she completely understood his rush. They had been grinding on each other so hard in the backseat that she came at least once. It was short-lived and not very satisfying, though.
“Now,” Brandon said as he tossed her on the king bed. He fought with his pants to get them open as sh
e bounced slightly. Once his erection was out, he pounced on her. “Prepare for fast and furious.”
He pushed her legs open wider as he prodded her wetness with the tip of his cock, seeking her entrance. Finally sinking into her, he sighed. His lips covered hers and his hands wove into her hair. Slow strokes helped him calm down, but her soft moans were building it back up.
“Love you,” Mackenzie mumbled between kisses. He thrust into her fully, and her entire body seized. “God!” Hips rising, she cried out again.
Brandon groaned in her ear. “Feels so good.” She tightened and released him several times. Pleasure radiated from his groin all over. “I love you so much, Kenzie.”
Her back arched as the feeling lasted. Being turned on for hours had lead up to the explosion. She dug her nails into his shirt, trying to deal with it. Then her eyes rolled back when it started to subside. Her body relaxed, and she wrapped her arms around him. He ground against her, without a word. His lips brushed her ear ever so slightly. She shivered.
“You OK?” Brandon nipped her neck.
She nodded and gasped when he bit harder. “Yeah. Fuck me.”
“Ready for more?”
“Hell yes,” she replied softly. She rocked against him as he sucked her skin into his mouth, definitely trying to make a hickey. “Please.”
He grinned when he pulled back and saw the small bruise. “So you don’t forget who loves you.” Then he withdrew and slammed his cock back into her. “Gonna make sure everyone knows you’re taken.” He closed his eyes and imagined her wearing his ring to work that Monday. “Forever.”
She barely heard him. He was fucking her harder and harder. She clutched his arms and worked her hips with his, legs wrapped around his back. “Brandon… Brandon…” He was rubbing her sweet spot deep inside, with every stroke. She shuddered; shocked it was coming again. “Holy hell!”
His eyes rolling back with pleasure, Brandon held her close as she thrashed beneath him. She squeezed his dick so hard he shuddered. Then his breathing hitched. Nothing he could do would prolong it.
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