Screwed
Ember-Raine Winters
Screwed A Sin City Gym Novella
Copyright © 2018 Ember-Raine Winters
Cover Design: Heather Bryant
Editor: Randie Creamer
Formatter: Ember-Raine Winters
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination, or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Acknowledgements
I have the best family in the world! They put up with my crap and are super supportive. Especially, my mom and sister. They are the best!
My DAT girls, you know who you are. Thank you so much for always being there for me during this crazy journey. I will always love you! (Even when you send me questionable pictures of Justin Beiber.)
All of the amazing Indie Authors and bloggers I have met in our wonderful little indie world! I freaking FLOVE you! You have made the last year one of the best and I can’t wait for the next!
My beta girls, I wouldn’t have been able to do this without you.
Last, but not least my editor, Randie Creamer. [email protected] I couldn’t do this without you! Thank you so much!
Chapter One
Pete
Pushing her up against the wall, I ground my cock against her, and her leg came up and wrapped around my thigh.
“I can’t believe I’m fucking Santa’s reindeer,” she moaned. That was a really weird comment. I try to let it slide. We were in the back room at the children’s hospital where the guys and I came to deliver some toys to sick kids for Christmas as a part of the AMMA cares program. AMMA was the MMA organization that we all fought for. I was the reigning middle weight champion and Kyle was the heavy weight champion. “Mmm, how do you get this thing off?” The cute little nurse stopped and was looking for buttons or something. It was too embarrassing for words really. I was basically wearing footy pajamas and the only way to get out was a zipper down my back. In a rush, I grabbed at the zipper, bouncing a little trying to make it go down farther but it caught on the fabric. So instead, I grasped her hip with one hand and dove my fingers into the tight little scrubs she was wearing and rubbed her clit until her head fell back and soft moans left her lips as she gyrated her hips in time with my thrusts. I plunged two fingers inside her and my dick got impatient. It wanted some action too. Especially when her walls started squeezing me and I felt her muscles clamp down on my fingers before I wrapped my other hand over her mouth to muffle the scream that I knew was bubbling up. It was a muffled shriek as she came all over my fingers. With a satisfied smirk, I removed my hand smiling down at her boneless form slumped against a rack of towels before grabbing one and wiping my hands on it.
She looked a little confused as I turned toward the door to leave the room, probably looking like an idiot with the zipper stuck halfway down my back. “What about you?”
“If I could, there would be nothing stopping me from plunging inside of you. But one, I don’t have any pockets so I don’t have any condoms.” She opened her mouth to protest but I cut her off. “And two, I’m stuck in this damn reindeer costume.” I chuckled at the ridiculousness of it all. My cock was struggling to get free of the damn furry costume.
Opening the door, I nearly ran right into the only girl I had let into my life for more than one night. It was probably because I’d never slept with her. She was the best friend of my best friend’s fiancé, and though I fantasized about her often I’d never touched her. She seemed too pure. Brandy glared at me as she stood there tapping her foot. She’d come to help Delia set things up for the kids. Looked like she was on Pete watching duty now. “You’re supposed to be in the playroom with the kids. What were you doing in the storage closet?”
As if God needed one more reason to punish me, the cute little nurse walked out at that second, straightening her scrubs and smiling stupidly with just-fucked hair. I tilted my head back looking at the ceiling knowing I’d been busted by the last girl in the world I ever wanted to see that.
“You’re disgusting, Pete. Can’t you keep in in your pants for five minutes?” She grabbed me by the arm pulling me down the hallway. “What if it had been a reporter coming to find out where you were?”
“Only a few camera crews were allowed in, and they aren’t news cameras, besides no one outside our group is allowed inside.” I tried to reason with her, but she just continued to glare at me. I had no idea what her problem was. It’s not like we were together or anything. “Are you jealous, Brandy?” I purred. I loved teasing her. It was so easy to get away with, and maybe, deep down I was hoping she was jealous. Her shoulders bunched up around her ears and she turned very slowly to look at me. It was terrifying.
“I’m not jealous,” she growled out angrily. I smiled at that; she sounded extremely jealous. She dragged me to the door of the playroom when a draft hit me in the back and I winced. “Shit, I can’t go in there yet.” I groaned. Brandy looked down and mistook what I was saying immediately. “And, not because of that. Eyes up here, Brandy”
“Then, why?” Her eyebrow raised defiantly. I knew I was backed into a corner so the only thing I could do was turn around to show her my zipper issue. The last thing I expected was the bark of laughter that left her plump lips. Shit. Shut that shit down asshole. Or we’re going to have another problem here.
“What’s so funny?” I growled at her, though I knew what happened. I just wondered how bad the situation back there really was. I heard a click and spun back around. “Did you just…?” I trailed off. The devious grin on her face didn’t belong there. She locked her phone hiding it behind her back. “Un uh. No way. You delete that shit right now.”
Brandy backed away smiling and I charged her throwing her over my shoulder in an attempt to keep her from getting away but the sudden ripping sound made me pause. “Did you just rip the costume completely open?”
“No,” she giggled. “It split down the middle when you picked me up. I can’t believe you wore that thing and you’re naked underneath. Nice ass by the way,” she said smacking me hard on said ass. The loud crack filled the air and for the first time I wondered if she was as innocent as I’d always believed.
“Shit. What the hell am I going to do now?” I all but yelled as I put her back on her feet.
“Maybe if you weren’t such a Neanderthal this wouldn’t have happened.” Her eyes were dancing with laughter as she watched me move with my back toward the wall.
“I know you’re enjoying my pain immensely, but can you help me figure out a way out of this? Those kids are expecting to see Santa’s reindeer and I can’t go in there like this,” I grumbled.
“Fine, go back to the damn supply closet. I have an idea.” I did not like the sound of that but I did as she said. I didn’t want to disappoint the kids any more than she did. That was what had me walking alongside the wall of the h
ospital back to the room that still smelled faintly of sex. I groaned knowing Brandy would smell it too. “Turn around and place your hands on the wall.”
“Oh, kinky. I like it, but usually I’m the one issuing commands.” I winked before turning back around and facing the wall.
“Ugh. If you don’t stop, I’m gonna get my phone out and tweet about how you have a furry fetish.” My head snapped back around to her and glared.
“You wouldn’t dare.” My eyes pierced hers in warning. She raised both eyebrows in the international symbol for try me. I groaned, I had no doubt that she would do exactly what she threatened to do. “Fine,” I conceded and turned back around. I heard her fumble for something, then felt a sharp sting in my ass. “What the hell was that?” I yelped.
“Sorry, my hand slipped.” She didn’t sound very sorry.
“What the hell is this brilliant idea of yours and why am I suddenly scared that it involves sharp objects?”
“I’m sewing the costume closed.” I could tell she was distracted by the task at hand and I jumped at the words as if they were a physical thing.
“You’re what? You mean, like, you’re sewing me into the costume?” I balked. How the hell was I supposed to get it off once she sewed me in.
“You’ll have to have someone cut it off with scissors.” I could hear the shrug in her voice as she continued her task. I didn’t want anyone near my spine with a pair of scissors. That sounded like the worst idea in the history of mankind.
“What’s plan B?” I asked.
“There is no plan B. If you don’t do this all those kids in there that got out of bed to see you will be disappointed.” Shit. She had a point there. The last thing I wanted to do was disappoint a bunch of kids who’d been fighting harder than any MMA fighter I knew. That would be unacceptable.
“Fine, just do what you gotta do, but you’re helping me out of it later.”
“Like hell I am,” she yelled.
“This is your fault,” I replied as calmly as I could muster.
“How do you figure that?” She stopped what she was doing and put her hands on her hips.
“I was only a little stuck when you decided it would be funny to torture me about it.” I looked at her pointedly.
“Okay fine, it was maybe a little bit my fault. Maybe, but you shouldn’t have picked me up and went all caveman on me either. Now turn back around, they’re gonna end up sending out a search party in a minute.” I swear the universe was fucking with me because in that second, Kyle came busting through the door. He was dressed in a Santa suit and looking at us in horror a moment before he burst out laughing.
“I found them,” he called behind him and then Delia came up behind him looking over his shoulder.
“What on earth is going on in here?” Brandy turned bright red as we both straightened and I moved to hide the torn costume.
“He, uh, ripped his costume. I was uh… sewing it up for him.” Brandy looked at anywhere but me and the two newcomers.
“Oh my God. This, I have to see.” The bastard was enjoying this way too much. I hung my head in shame wondering how I was ever going to live this one down. I knew the answer even before he walked behind me. “Dude. You didn’t wear anything underneath it?”
“We live in fucking Las Vegas. Even in the winter it’s hot as fucking balls,” I grumbled. “We need to hurry this along. I’m sure the kids are getting impatient.” I turned looking at him over my shoulder.
“Be my guest.” He at least tried not to laugh as he left the room with Delia close behind shaking her head like I was an unruly child. The second the door closed though? All bets were off. I could hear them both busting a gut about the spot I got myself in.
“How do you get yourself in these messes?” Brandy asked as she got back to work hurriedly sewing the costume back up.
“I don’t know. It’s just talent I guess.”
Chapter Two
Brandy
The whole situation was ridiculous, and what I found even more ridiculous was the fact that I had been jealous of the nameless slutty nurse; that was until I realized there was no way he could have slept with her given the current state of dress. Maybe I’d leave him like that so he couldn’t fuck anyone for a while. I almost laughed to myself as I thought of a new type of aversion therapy for those clients of mine who had a sex addiction. Delia made fun of me constantly because I was a sex therapist and a virgin. I told her I didn’t need to experience sex to know how to treat addiction. She still thought it was hilarious.
Watching him with the kids nearly had me changing my mind… almost. He’s so good with them. I watched as he gave reindeer rides to the younger ones and handed out presents taking pictures with the older ones. It was a beautiful afternoon. I’d wished I’d put my phone on silent as soon as it rang and I looked down to see Harry’s number glaring back up at me. Harry was one of the worst clients I’d had. He’d seemed to be getting better, but I had a feeling this was the end to any progress he’d made.
I excused myself discreetly as I found a quiet place to take the call. “Harry, what’s the problem?” I asked in soothing tones, as he continued to rant into my ear.
“I’m in a strip club and I don’t know how I got here,” he yelled and for the first time I could hear the muffled sounds of a thumping bass in the background.
“Harry, why would you go there? You were finally starting to make some progress. What happened?”
“I got fired,” he admitted softly. “I freaked out on my boss. You may think that I was making progress but I’m not. I’m going through withdrawals.” I didn’t know what to say to that. He’d seemed like he was doing so well. Maybe I needed to come up with a different approach. Ideas started forming in my head as I stood there listening to Harry talk about the pain and flinched when a hand grasped my elbow from behind. Looking over my shoulder, I saw the question in Pete’s eyes. Shaking my head, I turned away to listen to Harry babble on.
“Where are you?’ I asked. He told me the name of some disgusting club on the strip. “I’ll be there as fast as I can.” Hanging up the phone, I could still feel Pete’s eyes on me.
“Do you want me to go with you? You seem a little nervous.” Of course he would notice. Sometimes I felt like our bodies were in tune with each other. It was ridiculous. He was a manwhore, and I a virgin. At twenty-eight it wasn’t like I was saving myself for anyone special, I’d just never got around to it. Never found a guy that could hold my attention for longer than a couple hours. Pete, though? He was different. He was an enigma that I just couldn’t figure out.
“No, it’s a patient. It wouldn’t be appropriate.” I shook my head waving him off.
“You’ll call me if anything happens, right?” He didn’t let go of me until I nodded my acceptance.
“Bye, Pete. Sorry I can’t help you out of your costume later.” I smirked knowing full well how hard it was going to be to get out of that thing.
“Oh, you will. I don’t trust anyone else to do it.” My breath caught. How was it that beautiful man had no one he could trust with as simple a task as that? It made me a little sad but I nodded.
“No problem. Once I’m finished with my patient, I’ll give you a call.”
“Hurry, please. This damn thing is itchy.” He laughed.
“You should have worn underwear, dummy.” I giggled along with him.
“I don’t own any.” Between the subject at hand and the soft timber of his voice that gave it a seductive quality, I couldn’t have stopped the lust heating up in my body. I was definitely going to need a cold shower when all this was over. “Bye, Brandy.”
“Bye, Pete.” I walked down the hallway and out the doors to my car wondering what the hell I was getting myself into by agreeing to see that man naked. It wasn’t my brightest moment.
**
It was less of a strip club and more of a brothel when I walked into the address Harry had given me. It gave off a weird vibe that even had my body buzzing slightly. S
omething in the air was so seductive. Be it the soft sensual music or just the overall ambiance the furnishings provided. It was completely strange. There were couples going at it in the lobby like they weren’t being watched hungrily. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from two men. One sat in a high back chair, his hands white knuckling the arm rests as the other bobbed up and down on his shaft. It had to be one of the most erotic thing I’d ever seen in my life. Just as I was about to turn away (really I was), the man growled his release and I watched as the other man sucked harder. It hadn’t occurred to me until right then that I knew the man on his knees. “Harry? What are you doing?” I didn’t know whether to be appalled or turned on. To be honest, I was a little of both. I’d like to say that I was more disgusted than turned on, but I wasn’t sure that was true.
“You were right, my love. She’s got a virginal quality about her.” The man stood, not even bothering to tuck himself back in his expensive suit pants. “She would be absolutely perfect for us.” His hand came up and he threaded his fingers through my hair letting the silky strands caress his skin. I took a giant step back away from him slapping his hand away.
“For us?” I asked, not getting what was happening. Was I being punked? Seriously. I didn’t get propositioned by men for threesomes like this, and especially not men who seemed to be in a committed relationship.
“Come with me and we can get better acquainted.” He held out his hand for me to take but at just the same time an arm, well a hoof, snaked around my waist.
“Hey, baby,” a seductive voice whispered in my ear nearly causing me to combust.
“Did you follow me here?” I nearly moaned at the idea of Pete playing big bad protector. He’d done it for me once before and it was the sexiest thing on the planet.
“I overheard the address and knew it for what it was.” His arm squeezed around me. “I just can’t figure out why a patient would call you here.” Pete knew that I was a therapist, he just didn’t know what kind of therapist, and I had no intention of cluing him in. I could already imagine all the stupid jokes he’d crack if he knew. The whole thing was a rouse. Harry probably never really had a sex addiction and was instead looking for someone to suit his and his lover’s needs. Seemed I’d fit the bill and was conned into coming there with a sob story about withdrawals. What an idiot, I am. Men never took what I did seriously and probably never would.
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