Hard Lessons (A Bangers Book)

by Sarah Bale

  I ask, “So how do you all know each other?”

  The older woman, who must be the voice of the group, answers, “We all work together.”

  Ah. That makes more sense. I pass around more shots and the ladies toss them back like pros. I, however, won’t drink anymore. Even though I just turned twenty-one I’ve never had a desire to get shit-faced. I did plenty of that while trying to cope with the foster homes I grew up in.

  I glance at my watch. This divorcee better hurry up. Her time is ticking away and she’s not even getting to enjoy it. They only get an hour with me before the price goes up.

  “How did you ladies hear about Bangers?”

  Again the mouthpiece answers, “Heavenly was the one who told us about it. She said she’s wanted to come here for a while. I think she knows one of the dancers.”

  That doesn’t surprise me. Part of our job is meeting women in random places and networking.

  What does surprise me is who walks into the room.

  I stand, feeling like I’m in high school all over again.

  “Ms. Fucking Bliss.”

  Chapter 3

  Her lips lift into a half smile. “It’s actually Mrs. Jones. At least, for a little while longer.”

  I take in her appearance. She’s still hot as hell. Tall, curvy, naturally red hair, and little freckles that cover her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Tonight she’s ditched her ‘school attire’ and replaced it with a little black dress. And she still wears that perfume that makes me want to bury my nose against the crook of her neck and inhale deeply.

  The older woman pokes me. “Do you know Heavenly, Diesel?”

  I blink, the shock of seeing her wearing off. It’s all starting to come together.

  “You all must be high school teachers.”

  The old woman cackles. “Heavenly, you naughty girl! Is this fine piece of meat a former student?”

  The other women giggle and Ms. Bliss turns pink. I wonder just how far that blush goes. I want to save her from further discomfort, though.

  “She taught my little brother, ma’am.”

  Not a lie. In my last foster home there were two kids who would’ve had her as a teacher if they weren’t placed somewhere else. She shoots me a grateful smile. I’m tired of listening to the older woman, so I turn to Ms. Bliss.

  “Since you’re newly single would you like a celebratory dance?”

  Her eyes are bright and she nods.

  “Awesome. Were the levels explained to you at the door?”

  “Yes. I would like a VIP dance.”

  I take her hand and say to the others, “We’ll be back soon.”

  As we leave the older woman calls out to the waiter, “Bring us tequila, boy.”

  Ms. Bliss groans and the sound sends shockwaves right to my cock.

  “They’re going to be wasted when we get back.”

  “A VIP dance only last ten minutes or so. They should be fine.”

  She stops walking. When I turn to face her, her cheeks are pink again. And her perfume is more intoxicating that I remember.

  “I, uh, kind of lied back there. I don’t want a VIP dance.”

  It’s pretty common for a woman to change her mind. I nod.

  “What about a lap dance?”

  “No.” Her tongue darts across her lips. “I want a private dance.”

  And just like that I’m hard.

  I clear my throat. “Are you sure?”

  What the fuck am I even asking? She said they explained the levels to her at the front door. She knows what she’s asking for.

  “I’m sure.”

  I don’t give her a chance to say anything else. Grabbing her hand, I lead her down the hallway where the private rooms are. Opening the door, I let her enter first. Normally it’s to be polite, but with her it’s because I don’t want her to run.

  She looks around, clasping her hands in front of her.

  I close the door. “Having regrets?”

  She faces me. “No.”

  I point to her hands. “But you’re nervous.”

  “I am. But that’s not a bad thing.”

  “True.” I have to ask. “What brought you to the club? This doesn’t seem like your normal cup of tea.”

  She laughs. “How would you know?”

  Touché. She steps further into the room taking in every detail.

  “What’s in there?”

  She’s pointing to the toy box. My cock is straining to be released from the fullback now.

  “It’s a pleasure box. Want to look?”

  She nods and opens the lid. She holds up a strap-on with a questioning look on her face. I shrug. She keeps digging around.

  “See anything you like?”

  She glances at me, her gaze settling on my cock. “Yes.”

  I groan and she stands.

  “Seriously, Ms. Bliss – what are you doing here?”

  Her hands are clasped again. “I saw an online documentary about Bangers.”

  The documentary had been a huge bust for the club. The owner thought it would make us famous. It hadn’t, but every now and again a woman would come in because of it.

  “Imagine my shock when I saw your face on the screen. I did some research and discovered it was you and not just a look-a-like. I wasn’t sure, you know, because I didn’t know if you had stayed in the area.”

  My cock is throbbing now.

  “I was married, but things weren’t working out. When we filed for a divorce I knew I wanted to come here – to see you.”

  “Oh? Why’s that?”

  “I think you know why.”

  I do. But I want to hear her say it.

  “Go on…”

  “Because of that night. I – I haven’t been able to get it out of my mind.”

  It was the night after graduation. Since I’d been held back I was older than everyone else in my class. The girls looked at me like I was a god because I turned nineteen a few weeks before graduation. By then I didn’t pay them any attention because someone else had caught my eye. A woman who I fantasized about fucking in every way imaginable.

  “It was so wrong. It’s still wrong.” She shakes her head. “But I couldn’t stop it. Not then. Not when you were right.”

  “Then why didn’t you take me up on the offer?”

  “I was scared.”

  We both ended up at a celebratory bonfire. I’d been trying to lay mad game on her all year to no avail. But that night… that night everything was different. I walked away from everyone, needing time to collect my thoughts. Everything felt overwhelming. Like – what did I do next with my life now that school was over?

  She approached me, saying how proud she was that I graduated with honors. I brushed her comments off because school never mattered to me, but no one understood. She surprised me by handing me a brochure about a dance program in New York.

  “You were so talented, Diesel. I couldn’t sit there and let your dream slip through your fingers.”

  “You were the only one who cared.”

  She’d submitted an application for me and said the school wanted to meet me, if I was interested. I was in shock. No one had ever given a shit about what I wanted. But she had. I pulled her against my chest in a hug and the moment we touched something shifted. It felt right holding her. And then I kissed her. She was still at first, but soon melted against me.

  “When you kissed me, I should have walked away right then and there.”

  “But you didn’t.”

  “No, I didn’t.”

  “Why?”

  “Because you were like a volcano and who can stop that? You lusted after me all year and when you kissed me that night I finally gave in.”

  When my hand slipped under her shirt she didn’t stop me. In fact, she urged me on.

  “You wanted me, too.”

  “I liked the way you made me feel. You looked at me like I was a goddess. Is that so shocking?”

  When my hand found its way in her skirt tha
t night, she’d been wet. I pinned her against the tree and we dry humped until we were both panting, needing more. We were so caught up in the madness that we didn’t hear someone approaching. She surprised me by pulling me further into the trees where we were hidden.

  We tripped over each other and fell onto the ground. I was on top of her a moment later. I shoved her shirt over her breasts. Her baby pink bra had almost made me come undone. When I freed her tits, I groaned. She was too fucking perfect. I covered the dark mound with my mouth and licked and nibbled.

  But then she stopped me. Said we were making a mistake. I called her a coward and said we didn’t have to fight our urges any more. And then I put myself out there - I told her I wanted her. She got up and walked away.

  “You were the type of student they warned us about in school. Older than the rest. Cocky. Handsome. And you obviously had a crush on me.”

  I grin. “Well, Ms. Bliss you didn’t make it easy on me.” At her look I go on. “Those dresses your wore were sinful.”

  She laughs, but I’m serious. They hugged her curves and made me hard.

  “So why now?”

  “Even though you weren’t my student that night, it was still too soon. I didn’t want people to talk.”

  “And now?”

  “Now… I want you to fuck me, Diesel.”

  Chapter 4

  I grin. “About fucking time. Get naked, Ms. Bliss.”

  Her eyes narrow and I stop her with a look of my own.

  “You bossed me around for a year. It’s my turn. Think of it as a hard lesson.”

  She stares at me and I wonder if I’ve pushed her too far. Not everyone likes to be dominated in the bedroom. But then she slides the straps of her dress over her pale shoulders and lets it fall to the ground. She’s not wearing a bra. I reach out and tweak a nipple.

  Her thong is pink – reminding me of the bra she wore after graduation. Was it a coincidence? My gut says no. I loop my hands around the flimsy strap and tear the thong away. I’m not usually a panty sniffer, but I can’t help but inhale her scent.

  Her face turns pink and she sways a little.

  “Shall I call you Ms. Bliss or Heavenly tonight?”

  “It’s up to you.”

  I inhale again and put her thong on my table. I’ll be keeping it for later.

  “Heavenly Bliss. What a fitting name for a temptress. How in the world did I not know that was your name?”

  She laughs at this. “Because I go by my middle name at work. Can you imagine what nine hundred teenagers would do if they knew Heavenly Bliss was a teacher’s name? They’d never let me live it down.”

  “It’s a good thing I didn’t know your name then. I would have come on the spot.” I grin. “Tonight you’ll be my heavenly bliss.”

  She nods. “Yes.”

  “Good.”

  I circle her and she is still. The blush from before spreads down her neck and to her breasts.

  “Are you nervous or excited?”

  “Both. More excited though.”

  “Why’s that?” I pull her against my body so she can see how hard I am.

  “Because I’ve wanted this for a long time.”

  I run my hand over her curvy hip and cup her mound. I like that she’s not bare down here and run my fingers through her hair.

  “Have you fantasized about fucking me before?”

  She moans and nods.

  “While you were my teacher?”

  Her head bobs again. I slip a finger into her pussy and she makes another sound of pleasure.

  “Tell me about it.”

  “What?”

  “Tell me what filthy thoughts you used to have about your student.”

  Her chest rises and falls rapidly, but her nipples harden and more of her juices coat my finger.

  “I had one fantasy that got me off more than once,” she finally says.

  “Go on.”

  I rub my thumb over her clit and continue fingering her.

  “You always had detention back then. Now I wonder if it was on purpose. In this particular fantasy you’d come in and be the only one there. I would be doing some task, like grading papers and ignoring you. You’d come up behind me. Like you are now.”

  I nuzzle her neck. “I’m sure I would’ve been hard, too.”

  “Oh yes. So hard. When you come up behind me you’d shove everything off the desk. Then you would push me forward and fuck me.”

  Hell yeah. We have very similar fantasies. I step away from her and grab a condom from the table near the bed. She watches as I put it on. Then, I grab her and push her so she’s bent over the bed.

  “Would there be foreplay or would I slide right into your wet pussy?”

  She moans. “The second.”

  I hold onto her hips and enter her in a single thrust. We both sigh in pleasure. She feels so damn good and her pussy clenches my cock.

  “Would I be slow and sweet? Or hard and fast?”

  “Hard. Fast.”

  “Get ready, Heavenly. You’re about to see stars.”

  I pound her until she’s crying my name out.

  “That’s right, Ms. Bliss. Say my name, you filthy slut. Imagine I’m still your student and we’re fucking in your classroom.”

  I say these things to get her off – but my stomach is starting to tingle. Fuck. I’ve wanted this for a long time as well.

  “Yes.” She chants the word like a prayer.

  Our bodies are slick with sweat. Each thrust makes a delicious sound as she creams even more for me.

  “Imagine the scandal if we were caught,” I say into her ear. “Imagine if they saw my cock sliding into your pussy. And you bent over, begging for more.”

  The forbidden scenario is too much and she cries out as she comes.

  Thank. Fucking. God.

  I am right behind her, coming so hard I yell out her name. I hold her until we both stop shaking. When I pull out, her juices run down her leg and my condom is full. I take it off and toss it into the trashcan.

  “Next time I’d like to taste you.” Her eyes are bright and her tongue darts across her lip.

  I grin. “Next time we’ll do it sixty-nine style so we each get a taste.”

  Her entire body is covered in that sexy blush. I pull her against me and kiss her. Usually I try to wrap things up with a customer, but I can’t seem to follow the rules where she’s concerned. We tongue each other until we’re panting. But I don’t have time for a second round. Groaning, I pull away.

  We each dress and I love how she doesn’t want to wipe herself down.

  “You smell like you’ve just been fucked,” I say with a grin.

  “I like smelling like you.”

  Fuck. I like it too.

  There’s a pause and then she asks, “How much do I owe you?”

  I want to tell her nothing, but I can’t. Because this is my job.

  “One grand.”

  She pulls the money from her clutch and hands it to me.

  “I got into a dance program in the area.”

  I blurt the words out without meaning to. I haven’t told anyone else. But I want her to know.

  Her eyes light up. “Oh, Diesel, that’s wonderful.”

  “Once I finish I’ll be able to travel with their dance company and I’ll be making good money.”

  Better than I’m making at Bangers.

  “Which means you won’t be here anymore?”

  I nod. It’s a weird feeling. Working at Bangers is great, but it was never meant to be permanent. I didn’t want to end up like some of the other guys who get stuck in the business for life.

  She throws her arms around me and kisses me. “I am so happy for you.”

  I hesitate. I’m breaking so many rules by even asking.

  “When I wind down here would you want to meet up sometime?”

  She smiles shyly at me and my heart misses a beat.

  “Like a date?”

  “Yeah. If you can handle dating a twent
y-one year old stud.”

  She laughs. “Only if you can handle dating a sexy thirty-six year old teacher.”

  “I think I’ll manage.”

  I’m already hard for her again, but there’s not enough time to fuck her the way I want.

  “Maybe we can meet up tonight?”

  She nods. “Yes. I’ll give you my address before I leave.”

  I take her back to the VIP area where her friends are waiting. Thankfully they are being entertained by the performer on stage and don’t notice how long we’ve been gone. I kiss Heavenly on the cheek before I leave to go backstage.

  Someone calls my name on the main floor and I stop by their table, smiling.

  But things are different now.

  You might not understand me.

  You might not like what I do.

  But fuck you.

  I get hard for one thing and one thing only…

  The End.

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  I get hard for one thing and one thing only.

  Money.

  My name is Ridge and I’ll rock your world… for a price.

  When SHE walks into my club wearing a dress that barely covers her ass, all bets are off. She’s been the source of every hard-on I’ve had for a long time and now I’m going to do something about it.

  I’m a one-night only type of man, but that’ll be enough to show her what she’s missed out on. And then I’ll finally get her off my mind.

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  I get hard for one thing and one thing only.

  Respect.

  My name is Rod and I’ll rock your world… if you beg.

  When they walk into my club offering me what I crave all bets are off.

  I’ve wanted them both for a long time and once I have them I’ll finally quit the game.

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