Player in Paradise

by Lewis, Rebecca

  I’m shocked to see women down here with minimal clothing on, if any at all. There’s one very tall, slender girl with long, wavy hair in the corner of the room completely naked, dancing with a bottle of champagne in her hand.

  “Is this a secret strip club?” I whisper to Austin.

  “It’s whatever you want it to be.” He runs his fingers through my hair, which is now matted down to my forehead with sweat.

  A shirtless man wearing sunglasses strolls over to Austin. “Want a bump?” he asks.

  Drugs? Are they doing drugs down here? What the fuck?

  “Nah man, I’m good,” Austin replies.

  “So, how do you know about this room?” I ask.

  “You shouldn’t ask questions you really don’t want the answers to,” he responds, raising his eyebrows. He further deflects my question by scraping his teeth against a tender spot on my collarbone.

  “Austin, I’m uncomfortable here.”

  “Listen, I used to frequent this spot, before I knew you, even before I met Cassidy. But I promise I don’t do drugs anymore. It’s just a good room to let loose…you can do whatever you want down here. Just let go…”

  He whispers the last words in my ear, then bites down on my earlobe, sending a chill down my spine. Just let go, just let go…okay. I think I can do that. I grab a shot from a waitress passing by with neon-colored drinks on silver platter and toss it back quickly. It doesn’t even burn this time.

  Austin smiles at me with a devilish grin and backs me up against one of the couches until I fall back into a sitting position. He swirls his hips over mine and lands one hand on my bare shoulder as if he’s giving me a private lap dance. He unbuttons his shirt slowly and I reach out to touch his glistening chest. His hips grind into mine as he towers over me and rests his head on my shoulder. He breathes in deeply and slides his hands down my sides, gripping me tight. “I want you so fucking bad,” he whispers. “I want to taste and feel every inch of you.”

  My head spins and my heart races. The mix of alcohol, the booming music, and Austin’s stare intoxicate me. “You can have me,” I say, feeling completely uninhibited.

  He’s still hovering above me, his legs straddling mine as his hands move toward the center of my chest. He strokes my nipples until they’re hard and bites down on my neck again.

  I grab for his shirt, which is now wide open, leaving his muscular abs exposed, and pull him closer. He rubs himself against my leg and moves his fingers under the skirt of my dress, slowly pressing on the fabric of my underwear. I’m craving him so badly, and his teasing drives me insane.

  “You’re so wet,” he whispers before pushing my panties aside and sliding one digit in. His mouth locks onto mine as he explores me in two places at once. He slowly glides in another finger and pulls his face away from mine. I study his expression as he continues to rub me the right way. His carnal gaze, the way he bites the corner of his lush bottom lip, and the sweat beading on his forehead is almost too much to bear.

  He pushes his fingers deeper inside, and looks me straight in the eye. I lick my lips and nod before closing my eyes. I rest my head against the couch and let the music and the feeling of his fingers consume me. I’m already so turned on that it doesn’t take much to send me over the edge.

  “That’s it, baby,” he says as my hips buck toward him, my body trembling with pleasure.

  My eyelids open as he takes a seat next to me. “I’ve turned you into a dirty little girl, haven’t I?”

  I laugh and shake my head. “I guess so. But you’re so fucking hot, I would do anything you asked me to.”

  “Is that so?”

  “I bet I could come again just by looking at you.” I moan into his ear and grab his thigh. Maybe he has turned me a bit more devious than I used to be.

  “Don’t do that,” he says. “I’m about to explode, and I’d rather it happen inside of you later.”

  “Let’s go then.” I pull him up from the couch and take one last look around the room…other people are doing much wilder things than what we just did.

  He jumps up and follows me out, but steers me toward a back door to exit from.

  Taking my hand, he places a kiss on the backside of my palm. “Let’s make a detour.”

  Austin walks me down the street into a very interesting neighborhood. I wonder what he has in mind as we pass by a few sex shops, stores that sell stripper gear, and a tattoo and piercing place.

  “Where the hell are we?” I ask.

  “This is where I got my ink last night,” Austin responds. “Come on.”

  He squeezes my hand and leads me into the shop.

  “Hey, Hollywood!” one of the tattoo artists shouts.

  “Hey man,” Austin says. “This is the girl I was telling you about.”

  The heavily pierced, tattooed guy walks over to greet me. “I’m Dave,” he says, holding out his gloved hand. “Man, you have some hold on this guy. He wouldn’t shut up about you last night. I bet if you told him to jump off a bridge he would do it.”

  How embarrassing. I smile and nod politely, but I really want to run out of the shop.

  “So, you wanna get something done?” he asks me.

  “Oh, no, that’s okay.”

  Austin nudges me in the side. “Yes! That would be so hot, come on, you have to.”

  I shake my head and back away. “No, I’m not really the tattoo type…”

  I only have my ears pierced. I didn’t even get a belly button ring when they were all the rage in high school.

  Austin stands over me with his hands on his hips. “You only live once, Olivia. Come on, just do it.”

  “I don’t know…I wouldn’t know what to get.”

  “Get something that will remind you of something special.” He rolls up his sleeve and stares at the waterfall. “That’s what I did…”

  Maybe it’s the alcohol taking over, but all of a sudden I feel more courageous than usual. “Okay, I’ll do it.”

  “Really?”

  I nod, scared, but excited.

  “So, what’ll it be?” Dave asks.

  “Something that reminds me of Hawaii…”

  He flips through some idea books. “How about a hula girl?”

  I shake my head. “Hell no, I don’t want some half naked girl on my arm.”

  “What about one of those flowers they use in the leis?” Austin suggests.

  “I’m not really the flower type.”

  I flip through some pages of sample art for inspiration, but come up with nothing. As I absentmindedly rub the seashell necklace between my fingers, Dave shouts a new idea. “That shell would be perfect.”

  I smile. It was a perfect moment when he gave it to me. “Yeah, I like that.” I turn to Austin for a second opinion. “What do you think?”

  “I love it.”

  Dave draws the shell and makes a copy on special paper that will leave the stencil on my body.

  “And where is this going?” he asks.

  “How about right here?” I point to a spot on my lower right hip. “For Austin’s eyes only.”

  “That’s sexy,” Austin responds, biting his lip.

  Dave preps me for the tattoo while I get settled in his chair. As the needle begins to buzz my stomach fills with a flurry of excitement and nerves. I instinctively reach for Austin and he grips my hand tight. I want to jump when the needle first touches my skin, but consciously restrain myself from moving. The sensation is odd, like a mix of bee stings or a rubber band striking, but then the tingling turns into a weird sensation of warmness and then even starts to feel a little numb.

  The tattoo is small and only one color, so it doesn’t take long. I stare at it in the mirror and can’t believe that this is stuck on my body for the rest of my life. Will Austin stick with me for life too?

  “I can’t believe you talked me into doing that!” I shout as we head down the street to the sex shop.

  “I like this new Olivia….taking risks, living on the edge!” he teases
back, jogging ahead of me.

  It’s not my first time in one of these places, but Austin is making me crack up over every little thing, pulling giant dildos off the shelf and edible thong underwear for men. Or maybe it’s because I’m still drunk that I’m finding everything hilarious. The staff keeps eyeing us, but I’m not sure if it’s because they recognize Austin or because we’re being a nuisance.

  Austin holds up a pair of red fuzzy handcuffs. “We’re definitely getting these.”

  I squint back at him. “Is that so?”

  He nods and brings them to the register, along with a few other goodies we found on the shelves. I’m eager to leave the store and get back to the hotel to try out our new purchases.

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  I run through the hotel doors and laugh loudly as Austin follows with the brown bag of toys in his arms.

  As soon as the elevator shuts I’m on him like Velcro. My lips can’t press hard enough and my fingers can’t touch deep enough. I unbuckle his belt and slide my hand down the front of his jeans, caressing his erection.

  The elevator opens and I tug at his shirt to lead him out. We rush to the room and Austin enters first, grabbing the tequila off the counter and taking a swig straight from the bottle. He holds it over my mouth next, pouring it from above. I swallow it down and remove his belt through the loops, tossing it to the floor.

  “Fuck, you’re hot,” Austin growls, unbuttoning his shirt. “Remind me to get you liquored up more often.”

  I slide my dress over my head and stand in front of him in my matching black bra and panties. Searching through the brown bag, I pull out the red fuzzy cuffs. “You’re in trouble now.”

  Austin grins before running away. He jumps over the sofa and escapes my attempts to capture him. Sticking out his tongue, he taunts me to come closer. I inch my way over only to have him tackle me to the floor. As we roll around the carpet, he tickles me to the point of near hyperventilation, until I finally pin him to the ground. Did he let me win the rumble? Possibly, but I still act like I’m the victor as I sit on top of his waist and hold his shoulders to the ground.

  With a quick flick of my hand, I attach one of the handcuffs to his wrist and drag him up off the floor with me.

  “You taking me to prison?” he asks.

  “Maybe.”

  “Can I get one last drink while I’m still a free man?”

  I nod and grab the bottle. “Sit.”

  He perches himself on the edge of the bed and I pour the alcohol for him. I’m not as precise and miss his mouth a little, but lick up the excess around his lips. I hastily unzip his jeans and slide them down his legs. I immediately grab for his package, teasing him through his soft cotton boxer briefs.

  Pushing him toward the headboard, I grab the other handcuff and click it around the bed post behind us. “Now you’re mine.”

  “I’ve been yours,” he says under his breath before lifting his head to kiss me. “All yours.”

  I stare at him from above. His eyes search mine and he smiles. “So what are you going to do with me now, boss?”

  I grab the brown bag, searching for something else intriguing. Extracting the small bottle of pink liquid, I unscrew the cap and slowly pour the smooth substance onto his chest. It smells like sweet strawberry.

  Austin closes his eyes as I massage the oil into his muscles. Leaning closer, I breathe out heavily onto his slicked up skin.

  He squirms under my body weight and grins. “It’s getting warmer when you do that,” he says.

  I rub the oil onto his neck and blow close to his ear. He shivers and bites his bottom lip. “Mmm, I like that.”

  I reach into the bag again, pulling out a blindfold. He allows me to cover his eyes with the satiny fabric. “No peeking,” I instruct.

  I move my lips down his chest, tasting the sweet berry flavor and warm up his body along the way. When I reach the elastic band of his boxers, I slowly peel them down, letting him free. Squeezing a few drops of the oil in my hand, I move my fingers gently down his shaft. His hips flex forward and he bites his lip again.

  I exhale deeply onto his area, causing the warming sensation to go into full effect before enveloping my lips around him. He moans loudly and the bed shakes as he strains against the handcuff.

  It’s not long before he’s wriggled his hand free from the loose cuff. He slides the mask up his face so that it acts as a headband, pushing his hair up and over the edge, and swiftly lifts his upper body off the mattress to hold my head in his hands. “As much as I love you taking control, I can’t fucking wait a minute longer to be inside you.”

  He flips me over and slides my bra off with ease. His smooth body glides against mine and the friction causes the warming chemical to react. There’s so much heat between us that I’m ready to catch fire.

  He grabs my face again and pulls my hair, moving my lips closer to his. His teeth graze my bottom lip with a pinch, then a pull. I slide off my panties as fast as I can and scrape my nails against his back.

  He quickly rolls on a condom before entering me and muffles my screams with another forceful kiss as he slams his body into mine again and again. Throwing my legs over his shoulders, he dives even deeper than before. He grabs for my breast and squeezes my nipple hard. Ecstasy; I am living the definition of ecstasy right this second.

  The further he thrusts, the better it feels. I dig my nails into his glistening skin and am overcome with one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had. He soon follows and lands on top of me in a hot, sticky, strawberry heap.

  As we catch our breath, he turns to the side and looks into my eyes. “I love you, Olivia.”

  A smile drags across my face and I kiss him quick. “I love you too.”

  I push the blindfold off his head and twirl my fingers in his damp hair until we both pass out, watching the sun rise out the window.

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  My head feels like it’s been pounded against a brick wall, the sheets are stuck to my body, and my hip itches like hell.

  “What the fuck did we do last night?” Austin asks, twirling the fuzzy handcuffs above his head.

  I try to answer, but my throat feels like I just swallowed glass. Austin hands me a bottle of water from the nightstand. I glance around the room to find clothes and shoes strewn about, and numerous bottles of alcohol on the floor. I take a few sips of water before I’m able to speak. “I dunno, but it sure looks like we had fun.”

  Austin lifts the covers. “Holy shit.”

  “What?” I scream, expecting there to be something gruesome underneath.

  “You have a tattoo!”

  I do? I could have sworn I dreamed that. I lift the sheets and slowly peel the bandage off my hip, studying the tiny black lines in the shape of a seashell. Thank God I didn’t get Austin’s name on my body.

  “Does it look good?” I ask.

  Austin nods. “Yeah, it’s fucking hot.”

  “I don’t feel so hot right now.” More like a hot mess. My hair is stuck to my face and when I rub my eyes, black eyeliner rubs off onto the back of my hands.

  “I’d still do you,” he states. What a hornball.

  I try to sit up, but the room begins to spin as I lift my head off the pillow. I turn over and see that Austin’s not in much better shape than me. He grabs his sunglasses off the nightstand and slips them on.

  “Stay here, I’ll get us some coffee.”

  I nod and curl back under the blanket as he steps into a pair of jeans and throws on a wrinkled t-shirt from the floor. I squint at the clock across the room – it’s 1:00 PM. Will I recover enough to make it on our flight back to Los Angeles tonight?

  I spot my purse on the couch near the door and wish I could magically teleport my cell phone from the bag to my hand. Hangovers are cruel punishment for having a good time. I just wish I could remember more of what happened. I close my eyes and press my fingers to my temples, searching my brain for any memories.

  There’s the club…I reme
mber that sketchy dude asking Austin if he wanted to get high. There were boobies, lots of boobies in that room…oh, and Austin giving me a professional stripper-worthy lap dance, but everything else gets a little fuzzy from there.

  Austin comes back with two large cups of coffee and some pastries. I want to eat, but I feel sick to my stomach.

  “Here.” He hands me the coffee and I take a sip. He sits up against the headboard next to me and wraps his arm behind my shoulders. “I feel like shit too.”

  Laughing, I nuzzle my face into his chest. Why can’t it always be like this? Why can’t it just be easy? I hate sneaking around and lying to people…it’s just not me.

  “Do we have to go back tonight?” Austin asks. Is he reading my mind now?

  I take another sip of coffee and answer him. “Unfortunately.”

  “Well, I’m glad I got to pop your NYC cherry.”

  “Me too. I definitely enjoyed it. How do you know so much about the city anyway?”

  “I used to live here,” he responds.

  “I thought you were from the South.”

  “I am…” He sighs and pulls me closer. “When I was taken away from my mom, the state agency could only find one living relative that met their criteria, and he lived in Queens. He’s a distant cousin who didn’t really care much about me, but he wanted the money that the agency would provide to take care of me. I’m pretty sure he used it all for drugs, and I ended up hanging out on the streets most of the time. I met some interesting people here… We used to hang in that back room at Electricity. That’s actually where I got discovered. I was only sixteen, but I looked older. A talent scout found me there one night and brought me to her agency the next day. They signed me on the spot. I honestly can’t believe it’s been seven years since then.”

  “What about your cousin?” I ask. “Why didn’t we meet up with him while we were in town?”

  “He’s scum. He didn’t give two shits about me, but as soon as I started modeling and bringing in some cash he tried to be my best friend. I don’t know why he would think I would trust him…”