Scott: You surprise me all the time.
Me: Yeah? What surprises you the most about me?
Scott: How easy you are to talk to. You've kind of snuck up and become my best friend.
Me: Oh, wow. You're having a serious moment right now.
Scott: Your ass. Your ass surprised me too. Better?
Me: Much.
Me: You're my best friend too. God I need to get out more.
Scott: I know, right? Maybe we shouldn't text so much.
Me: But I like texting. It's the perfect distraction for me when I'm out. It lets me avoid talking to all the people around me.
Scott: That's exactly why we shouldn't text so much. We need to expand our circle of friends.
Me: Fine. Stop texting me then so I can keep reading my book.
Scott: That's not expanding your circle of friends.
Me: Who needs friends when you have the perfect book boyfriend?
Scott: Okay we definitely can't stop texting each other or you'll be locked up in a psych ward somewhere texting your imaginary book boyfriends.
Me: But at least they'll keep me company while I'm stuck in the white padded room.
Scott: Are you at a dirty part in the book yet?
Me: Yep. After reading over half the book filled with sexual tension and angst, they're finally going to do it.
Scott: Call me so you can read it to me out loud
Me: The things I do for you.
Chapter Ten
Scott
The last few months have been hell at work. It's the middle of March and I really need to sell a fucking house. Not just any house, a multi-million dollar home. I've had no real bites for months and my habit is bleeding me dry. Sure, I'm selling small stuff here and there, but I can't seem to make any large deals. Deals I used to make regularly.
I thought maybe things would pick up after Christmas, that's why I wasn't too worried and was able to spend time with Winn over the holidays. She was originally supposed to go home the day after Christmas, but after the last minute nuptials of our siblings, she decided to stay a little longer so she could house sit for them and they could take a proper honeymoon. Winn's version of house sitting was letting me crash there while I fucked her on every surface of their place, in every hole imaginable.
I think that's what helped keep the attraction to Winnie for me in the beginning. She's a little freak in the sheets, and not one who's paid to be. Sure, I can find adventurous girls, I was regularly fucking Tawny for God’s sakes, but Winnie's a normal girl. She's never been paid to have sex and she comes from the Midwest, but she's still an animal in the sack. I knew she was a little on edge after the whole Tawny thing and quite frankly, I was shocked she went through with it myself, but in the end I'm glad she did. It's what intrigued me about her and made me want to get to know her more.
She's actually really fun to be around and has somehow wedged herself so deep into my life that I now consider her one of my closest friends. How the hell did I let that happen? I do not let hot women become my friends. They're usually in my life for one reason only and that's to fuck.
Winn and I have been fooling around together for a while now and while we're both free to fuck whomever we want when we're not together, I stopped fooling around with other girls before Christmas. I'll never tell her that though. I'm a man, and I want her to think I'm still screwing around on the side. It'll keep her on her toes, but the truth is she's all I ever think about. Okay, maybe not all I ever think about but I'm known for having an addictive personality and I'm addicted to her.
The very thing I've loved so much for years I've become. I'm a pussy. P-U-S-S-Y.
I text her every day, we have phone and video sex several times a week and I find myself not being able to wait until the next time she visits. I stopped sleeping with other women after our weekend in Chicago, but I kept Tawny around. She satisfied my Winnie need because Winnie wasn't there, but soon that wasn't enough either. I found phone sex with Winnie more enjoyable than actual sex with Tawny.
Like I said, I'm a pussy.
I finally broke it off with Tawny right before Christmas and she understood. Thankfully, Tawny is a reasonable woman who understands that sometimes sex is just sex.
So to add to my list of never ending problems, falling for the brunette, curvy little sister of my new sister-in-law can now be added to that list. I need to shorten this damn list.
I send a quick text to Winnie and let her know that the water is starting to get a little warmer so she should come out and I'll finally be able to teach her how to surf. The water is still cold as hell but she doesn't need to know that. With the right wetsuit a lot of surfers are out in the water year round. I was out there last week and that's when I found the most unique shell yet.
I kept it of course and brought it home but I didn't place it in the jar with the other shells I've collected for her. This one I put in the nightstand in my bedroom. I don't know when I'm going to give it to her. This shell is too perfect and I want to find the perfect time to give it to her. It’s like it was placed in the sand for me, waiting for me to stumble across it for Winnie. I don't want to scare her off with it, so I need to find the right time to give it to her.
I send out a text to Omar, one of my buddies in the real-estate business, and ask him if he's got any leads for me. He doesn't respond back immediately and that worries me, but I need to keep the faith that something will come through.
I then send out a third text. This one's a little more complicated. After a few years of being on the straight and arrow I fucked up a little less than a year ago and now I'm out of control. That's the thing about addicts, sometimes we know we're out of control but that doesn't stop us. It's nothing our next high won't fix, but unfortunately, my addiction has landed me in some pretty deep, hot water the last few months. I need to make a big sale soon.
Chapter Eleven
April
Me: April showers bring...
Scott: A virgin to deflower?
Me: May flowers you dumbshit.
Scott: I know that I was just playing with you. Why are you up so early?
Me: Why are you? It's three hours earlier where you are.
Scott: I'm just getting in. Launch party for Jared's new DVD series was tonight.
Me: Fun
Scott: So why are you up at five in the morning?
Me: I signed up for some stupid race with the girls at work. I'm tired, it's freezing outside, and I want to jump back in bed instead of going out and running this 5k.
Scott: Sucks to be you. I'm about to climb in my warm, soft bed and get a nice eight hours of sleep.
Me: Jerk.
Scott: Truth time. Can you even run a 5k?
Me: I guess we'll see. The last time I ran was in high school. My workouts now consist of dancing or the elliptical machine.
Scott: I bet you pass out around the 2 mile marker.
Me: Thanks for your confidence in my ability to run this race.
Scott: I have confidence in you. I think you'll last 2 miles. 2 miles is nothing to be ashamed of.
Me: I'm going to finish this race and when I do I'm going to take a selfie of me at the finish line and then send it your way.
Scott: Will you be all hot and sweaty?
Me: Yes, pervert.
Scott: When are you coming back out here?
Me: Not sure. It's the beginning of boat season so I'll be working a lot more.
Scott: That's unacceptable. I need you here
Me: You need me in your bed is what you mean.
Scott: Potato, Potato
Me: You know that doesn't have the same effect when you text it. You just look like a guy who likes saying Potato.
Scott: Okay, point taken. I do need you though. I might be forced to come to South Haven and get my Winnie fix.
Me: Please don't. South Haven couldn't handle you. I'll come out there soon.
Scott: Promise?
Me: I promise. I've got to get going. M
y ride is here.
Scott: Good luck!
Me: Thanks! Sweet dreams :)
Scott: Always when they're about you.
Chapter Twelve
Winnie
The club is jam packed tonight and there is barely any room to move, let alone dance. I've been working for a few hours but I don't know how much more I can handle tonight. It's never usually this busy in May. The manager on duty is Rick and he has all of us dancers on the floor in white bridal lingerie.
It's the beginning of another wedding season.
I have on a lace bra and matching cheeky panty set, along with a garter belt and stockings. The outfit itself normally wouldn't bother me, but with such a crowded club the temperature feels like I'm out in the summer heat. Not a great combination when you're wearing all white.
I just got finished dancing to an older song but a favorite in our club, Nelly's Hot in Herre. It's fitting for how hot the club is right now. I'm sharing the platform with Leslie tonight and we're teaming up for a bachelor party in an hour, so Rick has us dancing to kill time. When Yeah comes on by Usher, we work together to draw the attention of the males at the club.
I move over to her, straddling one of her legs and we both start to grind. Men just love when two women do anything visually stimulating for them and the hoots and hollering start up almost immediately. We continue to rub up against each other's legs. I move one of my hands up my body slowly, trailing it over my stomach, caressing my breast before sliding my fingers across my neck and to the back of my hair. I drag my fingers through my long, wavy tresses and tilt my head back as I do a body roll against Leslie. She follows my lead and does the same thing before we both go back to grinding against each other.
Halfway through the song I lower my hand to her ass and pull us closer together. Leslie's hands come up to my shoulders as we roll into each other. I look into the crowd and see at least thirty men and some women with their eyes glued on our performance. I smile wickedly before licking my lips and turning my attention back on Leslie.
See, this is my job. I get to be overtly sexual, but not cross the line. People come to watch us dance. People come to watch me and the other girls grind against each other. It's not frowned upon here because we're not out naked in the middle of the club, and we're not performing sexual acts with one another. It's just clean fun.
I turn around so my back is to Leslie's front and then I bend over and touch my toes while shaking my ass against Leslie's front. Her hands come down to my ass as she playfully slaps it, and then I roll my body back up to a standing position. When the song is over one of the bouncers comes and gets us off the platform and we're ushered to Rick's office.
"Have a seat, ladies," Rick says from behind his desk. Being called into his office in the middle of a shift is never good. We're given our schedules for the night before our shift starts and unless there's a problem, we're left alone for the rest of the evening.
Leslie sits down first and I take the seat next to her while we wait to see why we were called into the office. Thankfully, Rick doesn't make us wait for long.
"Change of plans for the night. Our bachelor wants you both at his party."
I look over at him confused. "We're both going to be at his party. I'm serving and Leslie's stripping."
Leslie nods her head in agreement with me. "That's what the schedule says, Rick. We were just finishing up dancing and then I was going to change into the outfit he requested."
Rick's an older man, probably in his late fifties. His wife left him years ago so he basically lives at the club. He's not bad looking, but the club has changed him, hardened him, and that makes him one of my least favorite managers. He removes his reading glasses from his eyes and places them down on the desk before leaning forward to talk to us more intimately.
"I'm just going to be straight with you. The bachelor and the men that are with him want both of you to strip and party with them, for the entire evening. "
"The entire evening? We only do an hour, Rick!" Leslie shouts back. She's obviously not happy with the change of events either.
"Shut up and let me finish. I was offered a very large sum, enough to pay the rent on this club for the next year, but we only get it if you both do this for them. I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. You will work this event or you're both fired."
Shit.
Looking down at my hands I contemplate what to do. I made a vow the last time I shed my clothes that I would never strip here again, but if I don't do what Rick is asking, it's not just my job that's on the line, it's Leslie's too. She's a single mother. She can't afford to lose this gig.
When I look back up Leslie is staring at me pleadingly. Any chance I had at saying no just went out the window. I need to do this for her.
"Okay," I barely whisper as I look over to Rick.
"That's my girl. Now both of you go get ready. I told them you'd be in the room shortly."
★★★
I pack my bag frantically. The only way I'll be able to make the flight out of here is if I leave in the next twenty minutes. After pulling the zipper up on the second suitcase and tossing my carry-on over my shoulder, I lock up my apartment and wait out at the curb for my cab. The morning sunrise is just starting to appear over the top of the large trees outside my place and I watch it creep up as I wait.
Once I'm in the cab and on the way to the airport I send off a text and email to my mother so she'll know where I am. I don't want to pull the same disappearing act Autumn did almost two years ago and leave her worried.
As I sit on the torn backseat of the older yellow cab I think about the events that led me to this decision. Last night was a disaster. After our meeting with Rick, Leslie and I both got ready for the bachelor party. We were nervous and anxious and didn't know what to expect. When working one of these events it only usually lasts an hour and then it's over, but we were ordered to be with these men all night. That's unheard of at our club.
Once we greeted the men, everything all of a sudden became clear to me. The groom looked familiar but I couldn't figure out why until I saw one of the men behind him on the long cushioned sofa against the back wall. It was Marcus. The groom I'd slept with last summer after stripping for his party. I glance at his hand and sure enough there is a wedding band on it.
Well, at least I didn't ruin the wedding.
Closing my eyes I'd groaned furiously. That's why they fucking wanted me to do this party. I was out of my mind last time. I let pretty much all of them touch me while I performed, I went out with them afterwards and snorted a line or two of coke off their chests. Then I committed the worst of my sins. I slept with the soon-to-be groom.
I needed to warn Leslie, but unfortunately, she'd already had the music going as she straddled the man of the night in his chair and started listing off the rules. I knew I needed to think of some way to get out of this, but I couldn't think of anything that wouldn't risk Leslie losing her job, so I pulled through and did what I had to do. And it completely sucked.
The men obviously knew me and thought the same rules from last time applied. They were sadly mistaken. We let them get a little PG-13 action in, but when Marcus tried to slip his hand between my thighs I let him know it wasn't going to happen and I gave him a naked lap dance instead. The party went until four in the morning and the tears that I had been masking throughout the whole night threatened to make an appearance at the end. It was when the groom came up behind me, wrapped his arms around my chest until he was groping my bare tits, and whispered in my ear, "Do I get the same treatment you gave Marcus last time?"
I felt lower than low. I'd never been treated so shitty before in my life. The men who come to these clubs and book these parties still somehow are able to show us a little respect, but it was clear that I had ruined that with this group of men the last time I saw them. I acted like a coked out whore, so that's what they thought they could treat me like.
Our bouncer, Hank, saved me. Apparently, all night ended at four in the mor
ning in their agreement with Rick so the party was over. They tried to get Leslie and me to hang out and go back to the hotel with them, but we both refused. That’s when we were called fucking bitches, and Hank and two other bouncers not so nicely escorted them off the premises. I was able to dress quickly and I marched right up to Rick's office, got my cut for the night and quit.
It was a spur of the moment decision, but one I know I will not regret. The long, hot shower I took when I got home did nothing to make me feel remotely better but I knew what would. Scott. Scott made everything better somehow. So that's how I found myself booking a flight, packing my bags and heading to the airport.
With my phone still in my hand I unlock the screen and send him a text. With the time difference and the length of the flight I'll probably arrive at LAX sometime midmorning.
Me: Get ready. I'm on my way to see you.
I hit send and then sit back to watch the passing cars as we finish driving to the airport. Hopefully, this escape will be just what I need. Autumn's birthday is a few days away so that'll be a nice distraction, and although I can't stay with Scott because that would raise too many red flags, I plan on spending as much time with him as possible. Maybe California will be just as good of a new start for me as it was for Autumn.
Playing His Game (The Reynolds Brothers) Page 11
