by L. P. Dover
“Yes, but that’s exactly what it is … history. You’re my present, and hopefully, my future.”
His lips pull back in a grin. “You’re damn right I am. You won’t be able to get rid of me so easily.”
“I don’t want to.”
He kisses me again. “Although, right now I have to go. I’ll see you at the office.”
“I’ll be there soon.” Getting in his car, he winks at me and disappears down the road. He’ll also see me at the club tonight for the last time. I’m secretly hoping it’ll be his last night there as well.
A knock sounds on my door and I look up to see Elaine as she pokes her head inside. “Kennedy?”
I shut my laptop. “What’s up?”
Her gaze lands on my phone. “Jennifer Bates is on line three. She’s returning your call.”
“Thanks. I’ll get it right away.” She shuts the door and I pick up the phone. “Jennifer, how are you?”
“Good. I’m back in town, but Chad doesn’t know. He’ll figure it out when he gets the divorce papers delivered to him. Is that all set?”
“Yep, that’s why I called you. No matter what I find tonight at the club, they’ll be delivered first thing tomorrow.”
She sighs. “He’ll be livid. Be prepared for him to call a meeting as soon as he gets them.”
“I have no doubt, but I’m prepared. Are you?”
“I hope so. I’m not backing down.”
“Good, that’s what I want to hear. I’ll call you as soon as I leave the club. I’m about to head out of the office for the day.”
We hang up and I finish packing up my things. Hunter has already left and so have his classmates. Chris is still in his office when I walk by. “Bye, Chris!”
“Goodnight! Good luck at the club!”
Releasing a heavy sigh, I continue toward the door. “Thanks. I’ll need it.”
Traffic isn’t bad heading home and as soon as I’m there, I change into a short, black skirt and silky, red top. I wish there was a way to hide a camera on me, but I’d never get it past the front desk. My phone beeps with an incoming text.
Hunter: You ready?
Me: I hope so. On my way.
It doesn’t take long to get to the club and when I do, Jared is waiting for me by the door, dressed in his usual black tux. “Good evening, Ms. Vaughn,” he says, his voice professional like always.
“Same to you,” I reply. We go through the motions and this time it’s harder leaving my phone at the front. I want proof of Chad’s infidelity so bad I can taste it. Unfortunately, it’s only going to be mine and Hunter’s eyes that see it.
Jared takes me down the hallway to the viewing room and we stop at the door. “And you’re sure you’re okay sharing the room tonight?”
I nod. “It’s okay. Might be kind of interesting.”
He laughs and I can see the mischievous expression on his face. “I’m sure it will.” When he opens the door, Hunter is already in there, lounging on the large, plush couch wearing a green polo shirt and khaki pants. He glances over at me and grins. “If you want to leave, I’ll be around to escort you out.”
I smile at Hunter. “Thank you. But I’m sure I’ll be just fine.”
After Jared shuts the door behind me, I approach Hunter. He gets up and rakes his raw gaze down my body. “Holy fuck, I’m glad you don’t wear stuff like that to work. I wouldn’t be able to get shit done.” Grabbing my hand, he pulls me over to the couch and onto his lap.
“I knew you’d like it,” I say with a wink.
He snorts. “I fucking love it. There’s no way I’ll be able to keep my hands off you tonight.” My smile fades and I sigh. “What’s wrong?” he asks, brows furrowed.
I shrug. “I don’t know. I mean, I know we’re going to see him here tonight, but I’m not going to have proof. Not unless we wait out in the parking lot when it’s all over in hopes I catch him with his women.”
Hunter’s smile widens. “I told you, I got this. Leave it all to me.”
The lights dim out, completely cloaking Hunter and I from view, and a deep rhythm thumps out of the speakers. It’s hard and strong, exactly what I can imagine a dominant guy like Chad listening to when he’s fucking two women for show. The door to the back of the stage opens and two naked women walk up to the bed, one a blonde and the other a brunette. It’s the same women I saw with Chad the last time I was there.
“It’s them,” I whisper in Hunter’s ear. Two seconds later, Chad walks out, dressed in only a pair of jeans. His cock is already hard and straining against the denim. “Jackpot.”
He pushes the blonde onto the bed and she gasps, while the other unbuttons his jeans and slides them to the floor. She takes his cock into her mouth and sucks him off, his groans more like growls as he fists her hair in his hands.
“What a dirtbag,” I hiss low.
“Yes, he is, and we’re about to fuck him up the ass.” Reaching into his back pocket, he pulls out his phone and grins.
“Oh my God,” I gasp.
“I wasn’t about to let you down.”
Chad is now on the bed, spreading the blonde wide and slamming into her with full force. Hunter turns his phone on video and records away. He zooms in, giving the viewers a clear shot of Chad’s face. There’s no mistaking it’s him. Once the video is done, he snaps a few pictures and puts his phone away.
“We got him,” I whisper happily. Chad is still on stage, fucking his women without a care in the world. Tomorrow, he’s going down. Adrenaline courses through my veins and it makes everything tighten. Taking my hand, Hunter pulls me onto his lap and I straddle him. “I thought you wanted a reverse cowgirl tonight?”
He shakes his head. “Not if you’ll be watching that fucker up there while I’m inside of you. I want you looking at me.”
I roll my hips against him and he hardens. “I don’t want to look anywhere else. Besides, we need to celebrate.”
“Yes, we do.”
Sliding his hands under my skirt, he pushes my underwear to the side and then unzips his pants. I can hear Chad and his women fucking behind us, but I block it out. All I want is Hunter. Once he’s free, I sit down on him and take his full length inside of me as deep as he can go. I ride him hard and he lifts my shirt, biting my nipples through my bra before freeing my breasts. He sucks them hard and it feels so damn good. I love it when he does it like that. It hurts, but it’s a delicious ache that goes right down to my center. My body clenches around him and I’m close. I want to scream out my release, but I know I can’t.
Lifting me in his arms, Hunter slams me down on the couch, his eyes dark and raw. I come hard and he closes his mouth over mine to drown out the cries as he releases inside of me. My breaths are nothing but rapid pants and I tremble while the last waves of my orgasm subside. Chad and his women are done as well and I can see them out of the corner of my eye, exiting the stage.
“Thank you,” I whisper. “I wouldn’t have been able to do this without you.”
He kisses me again and helps me up. In a few minutes, Jared will be walking through the door. “I would do anything for you, Kennedy.”
I gaze up into his brown eyes. “I know. The same goes for you.” The door opens and Jared walks in. “Now it’s time to give Jennifer the good news.”
Jennifer was ecstatic when I told her the news last night, but now the battle is brewing. After looking at the pictures of Chad and his women, I reached out to a family friend of mine who’s also an undercover cop. She was able to identify the two women. Apparently, they’re the wives of two of his friends. Unfortunately, Jennifer knows them as well. The last thing I wanted was to tell her that her so called friends have betrayed her.
Chad was livid when he received the papers and demanded a meeting just like Jennifer said he would. When he called to talk to me, he was far from friendly, almost psychotic sounding. It made me wonder if he was ever abusive in their relationship; especially since I saw the way he fucked those women. Plus, he’s called her
non-stop for the past three hours she’s been at my office.
“Do you think he’s been by the house yet?” I ask. While Chad was at work, she hired a moving company to come in and load up all of his things. And if he tried to get into the house, he wouldn’t be able to. She had all new, heavy-duty locks installed.
She swallows hard. “I don’t know. I guess we’ll find out when he shows up.”
“What are you going to say to him?”
She laughs but there’s no humor in it. “Depends on what the bastard says. If he tries to blame anything on me, I’ll probably lose my shit.”
I haven’t shown her the video and I really don’t want to. I’m just happy she believes me. I asked her before if she wanted to see it and she said no. I can’t blame her. I wouldn’t want to see Hunter having sex with another woman either.
A knock sounds on the door and it opens. Hunter glances quickly at Jennifer before turning to me. “He’s here.”
Taking a deep breath, Jennifer gets to her feet. “I’m ready.”
Hunter steps back so she can walk past and gently grabs my elbow. “I want to go in there with you. I’ve seen the look on this guy’s face. He’s going to lose his shit.”
The concerned expression on his face worries me. I’ve never seen him look like this. “Okay,” I whisper. He takes the lead while I hang back with Jennifer. “Remember, you don’t have to speak if you don’t want to. I can do all the talking.” She wraps her arm around mine, her grip tight. “I know you’re afraid, but you’ll be fine, I promise. We can always get a restraining order against him if you’re worried.”
She blows out a nervous breath. “Let’s just get this over with.”
Hunter opens the door and Chad is inside with Chris. I’m surprised his lawyer isn’t with him, but then again, Chad is a man who thinks he’s invincible by just having his name. When his focus lands on Jennifer, he rushes around the table toward her.
“What the fuck is going on?” he shouts at her. “You leave for Hawaii and come back wanting a divorce? What’d you do? Find someone else to fuck while you were there?”
“That’s not a good idea, Mr. Bates,” I warn, stepping in his way. “If you’d like to take a seat, that’d be great.” His eyes are wild, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. I’m almost afraid he’ll plow me down, but I stand my ground.
He stops right in front of me, towering over me. Hunter grabs my wrist and moves me back away from him. “You need to calm down,” Hunter growls, “or I’ll be escorting you out of this building myself.”
Chad scoffs. “I don’t want to calm down and I don’t want to sit. I want to know what the fuck is going on.” He thrusts a finger toward Jennifer. “The bitch wants a divorce and I want to know why.”
“Are you kidding me?” Jennifer snaps. “You’re the one screwing other women behind my back. I’m sick of it and I’m sick of you. It’s over.”
His gaze narrows. “You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. And nothing is over unless I say it is.”
“Sorry, Mr. Bates, but you don’t have a leg to stand on here,” I say. “We have proof that you not only committed adultery once, but multiple times with multiple partners. I would go into details, but I’m sure you’re fully aware of what you’ve done.”
“You don’t know shit,” he spat, glaring at us all. “Do you have any idea who you’re dealing with?”
I laugh. “Obviously, you don’t know who you’re dealing with. I think this meeting’s done.” I storm to the door and open it. “We’ll see you in court, Mr. Bates.” Jennifer steps to the other side of the table so it puts some distance between them. She looks strong with her head held high, but she’s afraid of him. The look in Chad’s eyes scare me, too, but I’m not about to show it.
Chad snarls at her and turns his evil glare to me, running it up and down my body like a predator scouting out its prey. “This isn’t over.”
“It will be soon. Good-bye, Mr. Bates.”
He storms out and slams the front office door. Hunter steps in front of me and grasps my face. “You okay?” He’s never touched me so intimately at work, but I don’t care.
“I’m fine. But I think Jennifer needs a restraining order.”
I look over at her and she nods. “I do, too. I’ve never seen him like that before. It’s like he’s a different person.” And I can only imagine how he’ll be when we screw him in court.
If being in the conference room with Chad Bates was stupid, following him out of the office and watching him drive away is downright idiotic. This man frequents my place of employment, the very same place that pays my bills. It’s not going to take him long to put it together that I had something to do with him getting caught. He’s smart and definitely diabolical, not to mention a compulsive liar.
I saw the look in his eyes when Kennedy stood between him and his wife. It wasn’t good. It was predatory and that is what spurred me to follow him out. I had to know what kind of car he drove. You can bet your ass that I’ll be looking for it at night in the club parking lot or creeping down Kennedy’s street.
One of the classes I took in law school focused on domestic abuse and how it comes in different forms. This man was served divorce papers after not seeing his wife for weeks and instead of breaking down and asking why, he blew up at her. That is easily chalked up to guilt. An insurmountable guilt for what he’s doing. He has no conscious and doesn’t care that he’s hurting his wife, the woman he vowed to love, honor, and cherish. This is a man I witnessed cheating on his wife with her friends. Who the fuck does that?
The parking lot is full when I pull in and the line to get in is stretching around the building.
“It’s fucking Thursday,” I mutter the words to myself, parking my car.
The length of the line should excite me—especially since I’m counting a more female population over male—but I don’t want to be here tonight. I’ve been working each night to make up for missing last weekend, plus I’d rather be at home with Kennedy giving her a private show. The thought of stripping solely for her turns me on. It’s the way she licks her lips, how she crosses and uncrosses her legs for friction, and the lustful look in her eyes. It’s like the first time for us each time she watches.
Up until now I’ve enjoyed stripping. I used to love the cat and mouse game of finding the right woman to bring a little bit of pleasure to at night—the copious amounts of sex that was there for the taking—but now I’d happily give it up if it meant I could make love to Kennedy every night.
Make love?
I tap my head against the headrest of my seat and groan. When the fuck did I go from fucking to making love? When did my life become more about breakfast with the same woman? When did I rush home after work and not stay and party on a Friday and Saturday night?
When I met Kennedy. That’s when. The day I laid my eyes on her in the club is the day that everything changed for me.
I bring my phone to life and thumb over the pictures that I’ve taken of Kennedy. I long to be with her instead of going to work, but I can’t quit. I’m too dependent on the money that I can make by taking my clothes off.
Shutting my phone off I look at the club. The people in line are mingling, having fun and probably talking about hooking up later. They’ll leave horny, willing and ready to give it up.
And to think this used to be me.
Slamming my hand down on my steering wheel I finally make the decision to go in. A few of the women whistle as I walk toward them. They angle their bodies toward me, showing me that they’re available. I smirk and turn to the non-descript door that’s used by employees.
The stripper in me wants to remember their faces for when I’m on the floor. I’ll entertain them, bring them to the brink, and then forget they exist. The thought of touching another woman sickens me, but it has to be done.
Inside, the club is hopping. The music is thumping through both rooms. I say hi to some of our female strippers as I make my way to the male dressin
g room.
“Sup?”
The guys all mumble “hi” as they get ready. The clipboard tells me that I’m dancing tonight. I can live with that. No private shows. However, that doesn’t mean one won’t get booked. I’ll have to make sure I don’t entice the women too much.
Donnie walks up to me with a guy I’ve never seen before. “This is Roy.”
“Hey, Roy, I’m Hunter.” We shake hands and he sort of laughs, throwing me off a bit.
“Is that your name or like your stage name because you’re a ‘Hunter’? Get it?”
“Um …” In my time working here I’ve met some really strange people, but it’s the dumb ones that really have me questioning why I ever looked for a job like this before. “Name’s Hunter. I don’t use a stage name.”
“Why not?”
I shrug, placing my belongings in my locker and grabbing my lotion. “Never saw the need I guess.”
“Cool.”
I look at Donnie, who is whistling like its Sunday morning. I go about my business, getting ready to go on stage. Once the current act is done the stage will be reset and Donnie and I, along with a few of the other guys, will go out there and have a dance off. The night is still early and we’re the first big group performance and we’ll be the first set to let it all hang out. The other guys who performed showed their ass that’s about it. Bryce saves the big reveals, especially for the new people in the crowd, for his best dancers.
After we hit our opening number I’m backstage listening to Roy talk to G Money about his career. Roy tells everyone that he’s done porn, and while a few of us are skeptical, we also know you don’t have to have a lot of brains to do porn. You have to know how to keep the chick’s legs spread for a good camera angle and eat her pussy. She’ll fake her way through the rest.
Then Roy hits us with the bomb. He pulls out his dick, not only is it pierced but he informs us that it’s been surgically enhanced. This prompts Gary to pull his out and these two idiots start comparing cocks like we’re in a fucking grocery store.
