Not Looking for Love: A Cowboy Romance

by Martini, Mae

  And so for the next three months Richie and Simone got together every other weekend, enjoying what they had. One weekend Richie and Logan flew out to L.A. for a party Simone invited them to.

  Simone flirtatiously laughed as she tilted her head, her long blonde locks cascading down her arm as they brushed Davis’ hand. “Now you know I can’t do that,” she said in her sweetest voice when he had asked her if she’d like to spend the night with him as he fingered the heart shape bodice of her strapless red leather midriff top. The matching swing skirt hung low on her waist and a diamond and ruby chain dangled from her bellybutton. They were seated at the crowded bar of ‘The Gentleman’s Club’. She casually swung her head around to seek out Richie as she picked up her drink and took a sip.

  Poppy had put together the little soiree in order to entice his number one backer, the rich Mr. Davis Clark to fund him some money to lure in a top male performer for an upcoming movie. When Clark was in his office a few days earlier Simone had strolled in unannounced as was her M.O. Poppy introduced them. She smiled a warm hello as she shook his hand then apologized and excused herself for interrupting. No sooner did she close the door Mr. Clark was all over her, practically begging Poppy for a chance to be with her. Poppy had supplied many girls to him in exchange for cash backing, but Poppy knew Simone wouldn’t bite and told him as much, but Davis wanted to try. He had Poppy arrange the get-together at the strip club and told him to have his stars and starlets there and he, Davis Clark, would arrange for some cash for his upcoming film and also get the chance to convince Simone to spend time with him.

  Richie had been watching her from the back end of the bar, not liking Clark’s hand on her. When their eyes met she gave him a little smile and he just stared, stoically, at her. When she went back to talking with Clark, he turned back to Logan and the platinum blonde he was chatting with.

  Every once in a while she caught Richie eyeing Anna Maria and at one point, earlier in the evening, she pulled her aside and asked if she’d be willing to do Richie. She knew Richie would get a kick out of it and she wanted to give him a much belated birthday present.

  Finally Simone was able to get away from Davis Clark when Poppy came up to them with two aging, large breasted porn stars Davis had recognized from his past. She strolled over to Richie and from behind, threw her arms around his waist and leaned against his back. She breathed him in. His natural scent combined with his cologne always turned her on. Never before had she been drawn to a man’s scent in this way.

  “You have a few minutes to spare for me, baby?” she whispered as she let a hand travel down to his crotch.

  He sucked in air then turned around and kissed her.

  “Head to the men’s room,” she whispered by his ear.

  He tilted his head in question.

  “Happy Birthday,” she said as she nodded toward the bathroom.

  He followed her eyes and noticed Anna Maria walking in, but before she did, she turned and smiled their way.

  Richie turned back around, and tilted his head, a cautious smile forming on his lips. “Yeah?”

  All Simone did was smile. Inside, however, her stomach was doing flips. She didn’t like sharing him but she wanted to please him, to keep things interesting between them, to let him know it’s just fun and games. No threats of her wanting more from him and this was a perfect way of demonstrating that. He turned to Logan and said something than grabbed Simone’s hand and started dragging her.

  “Richie?” She stopped short.

  “I want you there.”

  “No, I don’t—”

  “Yes.” He began dragging her again.

  Oh, what did I do? Simone thought. She didn’t want to see Richie going at it with another girl. She let him drag her.

  By the bathroom door stood Tiny, one of the three large muscles in the club. He nodded to Simone as Richie pulled open the door. Simone had taken care of Tiny earlier by palming him a C note. She’d be able to count on him to keep anyone from going in the men’s room, diverting them to the ladies room if need be.

  “Happy Birthday, Richie.” Anna Maria said with a soft, sultry, Italian accent, as they walked into the bathroom, her full red lips curving up. Her eyes darted to Simone.

  Simone shrugged then turned to him. “Richie, Anna Maria will please you any way you want. I’ll wait out—”

  “You’ll wait here.” He grinned as he dragged her to the back of the row of sinks and leaned against the wall making room for her to snuggle into him. He looked to Anna Maria and took in her sexy body. “On your knees.”

  He started to undo his pants, but Anna Maria took over when she knelt in front of him. Out sprung his large cock, pointing at Anna Maria’s mouth.

  He sucked in a breath when Anna Maria kissed the tip of it, and watched as she took him in her mouth. He moaned and then turned his attention to Simone. He didn’t expect her to be biting her lip and staring at the ceiling. His little minx was upset at watching someone suck him off. And at that moment he realized she had nothing to worry about.

  He gently grabbed her chin and pulled her face to him and kissed her, opening her mouth and seeking out her tongue. It took a moment before he felt her give in and their kiss became heated. He wrapped his hand around her waist, bringing her closer. Then that hand caressed her ass as he brought his other hand up and under the front of her skirt. He pressed his palm against her mound before slipping his hand down her panties to finger her clit. She buckled. She always did when he touched her.

  “Hold on to me,” he said by her mouth, and he felt an arm wrap around his neck and a hand hold his upper arm as he continued to swirl all around her clit, dipping down into her for some silky juices to spread around it. Before long her clit grew, her lips puffed and she writhed against his hand.

  Simone didn’t expect to be in the bathroom with them. At first she was very uncomfortable and when she witnessed Anna Maria taking him in her mouth, she quickly looked up at the ceiling, her eyes watery. She never expected Richie to initiate something with her. But when he planted that kiss on her she couldn’t pull away. It was the most powerful, meaningful one, yet, by him. And when he touched her, her skin scorched. His fingers were doing amazing things to her. Sensations shot out of her core and traveled up and down her body. She wanted more, so much more and she began humping his hand, each time she’d thrust forward his fingers deepened inside of her. She was on the edge, and she knew he was ready too by the moans and quick breaths coming out of his mouth,

  “Does she swallow?” he asked in between breaths.

  “Yes.” Simone sounded just as breathless.

  “No... Do you want her to or not?”

  “Up to you.”

  “Simone!” he put a hand on Anna Maria’s head and pushed her back, until he popped out of her mouth. “You call the shots, but do it fast.” He was ready to blow.

  “Okay, yes.” She screamed when he pinched her clit and she started to come.

  He nodded to Anna Maria and she took him deep as he went back to kissing Simone.

  He broke the kiss and looked down and watched Anna Maria working him and watched his hand in Simone’s panties. He looked back up to Simone and kissed her as he grunted and jerked.

  Anna Maria did know what she was doing. She knew when to slow and when to stop. Richie caressed her hair before she stood up.

  “Thank you, darlin’,” he said as she rose up. He noticed she reached in… for a kiss? Wasn’t going to happen. He was already starting to feel like shit. He turned his head and smiled at Simone before he removed his fingers from her and sucked on them. “Mmmm. I love the way you taste. It drives me wild.”

  All Simone could do was stare and bite her swollen bottom lip as she continued to breathe heavy.

  From the corner of his eye, Richie saw Anna Maria straighten her dress out and wipe her knees. He addressed her. “Thank you, Anna Maria.” And even before she could reply he added. “Please give me and Simone some privacy.”

  Anna Mari
a looked from him to Simone then back to him again. “Sure. Happy Birthday.” Then she walked out.

  “You, okay?” he asked Simone.

  She nodded while she straightened her skirt, trying not to look at him lest he see the sadness in her eyes she couldn’t hide.

  “Thank you for my present. That was… amazing, but please don’t do that again.”

  She looked up to him.

  “When I’m out with you I only want you, baby,” he said.

  “I just wanted to keep it interesting for you.”

  He chuckled. “The things you let me do to you keeps it interesting enough.” Then he leaned in and kissed her again, taking little nips at her lower lip before deepening it.

  He tucked in his dick and zipped up while he watched her freshen up then before walking out, he pulled her to him and kissed her again.

  The noise level in the club was extremely high. Naked girls were dancing on the poles to Motley Crew’s ‘Girls, Girls, Girls’, and the men were on their feet cheering. Davis was still seated at the bar and watching the action from there when he turned to see Simone walk out of the bathroom with the guy she showed up with. He quickly grabbed Poppy.

  Richie and Simone walked over to Logan who was where they left him, by the bar, but this time he was talking with a pretty woman with long light brown hair.

  Logan made eye contact with Richie then shifted his eyes to Simone and quickly looked back to Richie and grinned as he shook his head. He brought them a round of shots.

  As they were talking and watching the action on stage, Poppy came over and whispered something in Simone’s ear.

  Richie watched her smile fade and she was shaking her head.

  “What’s going on?” Richie said. He didn’t want to get in the way of business, but he didn’t like his chick feeling uncomfortable. His chick?

  “Davis Clark knows I stripped here a while ago. He requested that I join him and his entourage in one of the champagne rooms and dance for them.”

  “No.” Richie said to Poppy as he pulled Simone close to him.

  “Richie?” She looked to him.

  “You want to go?” He turned to her.

  “No… I have to.”

  “You don’t have to do anything.”

  “Come with me.”

  “Just you,” Poppy interjected. “Richie, it’s business. She’ll be fine.”

  “No, Poppy. I’m not going in there without a guard. You can just forget—”

  “I’ll be there… Okay, fine. He comes.” He said when she just stood there.

  Four black couches faced the center of the room with end tables on all corners, giving ample room for a stripper to dance in the middle. Red wallpapered walls with black swirls running through it and low wattage sconces and lamps on the end tables gave the room a dark, sexy feel to it, and on each end table were thick, white powdery lines on small mirrors along with a handful of clear capsules with white power inside. Music played throughout the many speakers on the walls and floor, and an unmanned stocked bar ran across half the length of the back wall.

  Davis smiled when Simone walked into the room and it faded when he saw Poppy and Richie. He was about to get up but Poppy ran to him to assure him she will dance for him and his friends as long as Richie stays. He wasn’t too happy about it, but he was thrilled she agreed to dance for him. He was sitting on one couch and rose up as he indicated for her to sit next to him. A man and woman sat opposite, and two men sat on the couch to the side of him while Poppy sat on the other side couch, and Richie just leaned against the wall, in the shadows.

  Davis leaned in to Simone and said something to her as he placed a hand on her thigh. Richie couldn’t make out what he was saying but he noted that hand slowly moving up her thigh. He was just about to push off the wall when Simone put her hand on Davis’ and stopped it. Then she shifted as she removed his hand.

  Laughing, Davis sat back and leaned over the side of the couch and picked up a cocktail straw as he brought his head down to the mirror on the table. After sniffing the white powder up both his nostrils he turned to Simone and extended the straw to her. Richie was relieved she declined.

  “Dance for me,” Davis said after he took one of the capsules and washed it down with his scotch as ‘Buttons’ by The Pussycat Dolls began playing through the speakers. He leaned back into the couch, and spread his legs as he leered at her.

  Simone rose up and walked to the center of the floor and closed her eyes, trying to get into the music. Her arms went up as she swayed her hips. She brought her hands to her head and ran her fingers through her mane and shook it out. Twirling, she stepped over to Davis and danced in front of him. Turning around, she bent at the waist and shook her butt, then she straightened up and turned back around and bent again, her hair tossing all around as she moved.

  Davis had a wide grin on his face as he palmed his dick through his black slacks.

  Simone watched his pants rise and turned around. She focused on the couple opposite. She mentally rolled her eyes when she saw the man opposite Davis with his hand up the skirt of the woman sitting next to him as they watched her dance. She started to lose interest, but then she twirled and caught Richie’s eyes. At that point she concentrated on him, putting a show on for him, and she got back into it.

  Davis reached out and dragged her down on top of him. She was momentarily startled but then she closed her eyes and pictured Richie under her as she gyrated on Davis’ lap. She didn’t see Richie fuming as he still leaned against the wall, more rigid now.

  Her eyes flew open when Davis leaned in and told her to remove her top. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes again thinking that if Poppy didn’t depend on this prick to fund his next movie, she’d jump off him and walk out, with Richie, of course. But she worked it for Poppy, he’d been very good to her up till now and she wanted to do this for him.

  Simone smelled pot as she brought a hand to the side of her top to unzip it. She removed it and dropped it on the couch holding in the desire to get up and run over to Richie as she watched Davis grinning like a pervert. He mouthed the word ‘beautiful’ as he leaned over to one of the two guys on the couch to his side and took a joint from his hand. He inhaled as he brought a hand behind Simone’s head to bring her mouth to his. She violently pulled back as she shook her head. He shrugged and let out the smoke he’d been holding for her and took another hit of the joint before passing it back.

  “The bra,” he said as he looked her in the eye, his smile gone.

  She knew she was stalling. His countenance changed the more he drank and drugged up. It scared her, but with no choice now, she moved her hands to the back of her strapless bra and unclasped it. It fell in-between them, and Davis scooped it up and tossed it to the side, never taking his eyes off of her breasts. He moaned as he lifted his hands and palmed them. She grabbed his wrists and pushed away as she stood up. “Don’t touch!”

  Richie bounced off the wall and Poppy rose up. He eyed Richie and threw his hands up in front of him to stop Richie from advancing. Richie inched a little closer, spread his legs, and folded his arms in front of him.

  Poppy said something to Davis and Davis nodded. Then he said something to Simone who was covering her breasts with her hands before he sat back down, and she continued her dance. She reached for the zipper of her short skirt and unzipped. Her skirt fell to her feet, but no one noticed, they were all transfixed on the red and black lace thong she wore. The couple across from Davis got a butt shot and Simone heard the woman moan. She turned around to see the woman wildly humping the guy’s hand that was still up her skirt, while the guy kept darting his eyes from her to the woman.

  Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Poppy shaking his head in Davis’ direction and quickly turned back around. She saw Davis drop his hand. Oh, man, did she want out of there. But she had a finish to do, so she straddled Davis’ lap while simulating humping him, carefully staying away from his crotch and mentally recoiling after her sex leaned against his
cock when he jerked up, greedy to feel her on him.

  Again, she quickly jumped off of him when she realized he had whipped out his cock, and he wildly pumped it as his face contorted. She let out a little shriek as she dodged to the right in order to avoid his stream. Then she quickly grabbed her skirt and her bra and top and practically ran to Richie and dressed.

  “That fucking piece of shit, jerking off like that in front of you. You, okay?” Richie asked her, feeling her shake as he held her while she shimmied back into her skirt.

  She nodded. “It’s okay, Richie, it’s over.” She felt his tension and tried to calm him, not sure she succeeded, then moved out of his embrace to don her bra. While she was putting on her top, she heard Davis.

  “Wonderful, Simone.” He was standing, facing her and looked from her to his dick as he wiped it with a paper towel and tucked himself back in, then back to her again. “You are worth every penny, sweetheart.”

  She acknowledged his compliment with a simple dip of her head.

  “I have a proposition for you,” he said.

  She tilted her head to the side as Davis shifted his eyes from her to Richie then back to her again.

  Poppy got up and walked over to Simone and Richie.

  With a wicked smile Davis said, “I’ll double the money to Poppy and match that amount and give it to you for an hour of your time…” He looked between Richie and Poppy. “Alone.”

  Richie had no idea how much money was being offered to her, but she and Poppy looked to each other. She didn’t even have to think about it. Sure it was a lot of money. She’d be able to pay off the mortgage on her new condo in no time, but she wasn’t interested in selling herself.

  She looked back to Davis. “No, thank you.” She watched Davis’ smile fade as he unconsciously wiped his hands with paper towels that one of the guys on the other couch handed him.

  “No?” he said.