Damaged - Jacinta's Story (Destiny Series Book 3)

by J. L. Perry

  “If you ever want a job here beautiful, it’s yours.” He winks at me and I think I throw up a little in my mouth.

  We make our way out the back to the dressing rooms. Candy introduces me to the other strippers. Most of them seem really nice but a few look me up and down before turning away. One girl even laughs in my face. Fucking bitch.

  Candy drags me over towards her dressing table. “Ignore her. She’s a bitch and is just jealous we got the opening act.” She rolls her eyes and I smile. “Now, let me work some magic on you. When I’m done you won’t even recognise yourself.”

  “I’m not sure if I can go through with this,” I say.

  “You’ll be fine. What you did out there was the hard part. Tonight, the lights will be out and a spotlight will be on us. You won’t even be able to see the audience.” She looks down at my hands. “You’re shaking?”

  “I’m crapping myself here.”

  “I feel terrible for even asking you to do this. Believe me, I do. If I wasn’t so desperate I never would’ve put you in this position.” I sigh. If she wasn’t so desperate I never would have agreed. “You know I love you huge for this right? My little brother deserves to have some stability in his life. He’s had a shitty life since my dad died and my mum turned to the bottle.”

  I sigh again. “Okay, work your magic,” I say. She beams.

  “I’ll never forget this for as long as I live Jaz, just so you know. I owe you big time.” I smile at her. Three minutes. Three awkward, terrifying minutes. That’s all it’s going to take to make a little boy’s life happy. I can do this.

  CHAPTER

  TWENTY-NINE

  Mason

  I can’t go another minute without seeing my girl. All day I’ve avoided her and I’m having withdrawals. When Blake and I pull up outside the apartment after getting back from dinner we head towards the elevator.

  “Do you want to call in and visit Jacinta?” I ask. Stupid fucking question I know. He’s been nagging me all fucking day to go see her.

  “Yes,” he squeals as he does a little fist pump in the air. I ruffle his hair. Cute little guy.

  I’ve been knocking for at least two minutes and there’s no answer. I can hear the television going inside so I’m sure someone is home. I knock a little louder.

  “Hang on, I’m coming,” I hear Connor say. He opens the door dressed only in a towel.

  “Christ, put some clothes on, I just ate.”

  “I was in the shower, arsehole.” Blake giggles beside me. I look down at him.

  “He said arse.” I chuckle and ruffle his hair. “Ignore it buddy.” I know I swear a lot but never in front of Blake.

  “Sorry little dude, it slipped out.” I see Cassandra run across the hall, into Connor’s room, wrapped in towel. I shake my head and smile to myself. Lucky fuckin’ prick. No wonder he took so long to answer the door.

  “Where’s Jazzi?” Blake asks.

  “She’s not home.” He runs his fingers through his hair. He looks nervous for some reason. “She had to go…ummm…out.” What the hell! “Why don’t you go into the lounge room and watch the TV for a minute so I can talk to your dad?”

  “Okay.” He’s such a good kid. Always doing what’s asked of him.

  “What the fuck was that all about?” I ask as soon as Blake is out of sight.

  “Keep your fucking head on.” I’m starting to lose my patience here. There’s definitely something he’s not telling me.

  “Look Jacinta…is…ummm…”

  “Spit it fucking out Connor. Where the hell is she?”

  He exhales. “She’s dancing at a strip club.”

  “SHE’S FUCKING WHAT?”

  “Jesus, keep it down will ya.”

  “What do you mean she is dancing at a strip club?” I angry whisper through gritted teeth.

  “That girl, Sugar, Candy, fucking Cinnamon, whatever her fucking name is, that stripper she teaches. She called and begged her to go dance there tonight.”

  “And you let her fucking go?”

  “She’s a big girl Mason. I let her know I wasn’t happy about it but there wasn’t much I could do to stop her. You know how fuckin’ stubborn she can be.”

  “Fuck. I need you to watch Blake for me. What club is she at?”

  “Leather and Lace.” I turn on my heels and start walking towards the elevator.

  “Where the fuck are you going?”

  “To do what you didn’t have the balls to do. I’m going to get my fucking girl.” I hear him chuckle behind me. Arsehole!

  ****

  Jacinta

  “Five more minutes are we’re on.” Jesus, I think I’m going to be sick. “Here, put this on?” Candy adds.

  “I’m not wearing that,” I snap. “No fucking way.” Candy sighs.

  “It’s a strip club Jacinta. It’s not that bad.” I snatch it out of her hand and hold it up. It’s a pair of tiny black leather looking shorts. If you can even call them shorts. I think my panties have more material in them. The top is made out of the same fabric and looks more like a bra than a top. It ties together at the front. She hands me a pair of long black fuck-me boots to complete the outfit. Fucking hell!

  All I can say is I’m glad she made me up. She was right, I almost look unrecognisable. If by chance there’s someone in the audience tonight, that I know, hopefully they wouldn’t know it was me. My makeup is so heavy. She even added false eyelashes. My hair is down and curled and teased so it’s full. I’d say it looked nice if I was going to work on a street corner. At least I have the clothes to match now I suppose. This is going to be the longest fucking three minutes of my life.

  Once I’m dressed I don’t dare look in the mirror. I feel naked. “Here, get this into you,” Candy says as she passes me another shot. “Something to take off the last minute jitters.” Jitters? I have more than fucking jitters.

  ****

  Mason

  My blood is pumping by the time I pull up at the strip club. I’ve frequented this place a lot over the years. I know the guy who owns it. I wouldn’t say he was a friend of mine but I got to know him pretty well when I hung out here.

  I’m off my bike in a flash and practically running towards the club. I’m surprised I didn’t get pulled over on the way here. I drove one speed the whole way. Flat-fucking-out.

  As I approach the door a bouncer steps in front me. “Sorry buddy it’s a private showing tonight. It’s not open to the public. Come back tomorrow night okay?” Fucking great.

  “My girl’s in there. I need to speak to her.”

  “Sorry mate. I’m under strict instructions. No one gets in.”

  “Fuck me,” I mumble under my breath. “Listen, can I talk to James?”

  “Are you a friend of his?”

  “You could say that.”

  “Hold on, I’ll give him a call. What’s your name?”

  “Mason. Mason Bradley.” Jesus I hope this works. Otherwise I’m gonna have to knock this guy out. I’m getting inside to get Jacinta, one way or another.

  I pace the sidewalk impatiently while I wait for him to come out. Hurry up fucker, I need to get in there.

  “Mason?” I turn around. “Hey, it’s been a while,” James says as he extends his hand to me.

  “Yeah, it has.”

  “What can I do for you?”

  “I need to come inside.”

  “Can’t tonight bro, it’s a VIP gig, closed house.”

  “My girl is in there.”

  “Your girl? Didn’t think you were into settling down. Well, the Mason I remember wasn’t.” I chuckle.

  “That was the old me. I’ve settled down now. Things change. People change.”

  “Fuck me,” he says. “Never thought I’d see the day. Who’s your girl then?”

  “Jacinta.”

  “Oh. That hot fucking blonde. Yeah, I’d settle down for that nice piece of arse too.”

  “Watch it fucker,” I say. “That’s my girl you’re talking about there
.” He puts his hands up in defence. “Are you gonna let me in or not?” Time’s a fucking wasting with all this back and forth bullshit.

  “You can come in to watch her dance. That’s it. Then you gotta leave.”

  “Sure. Thanks, I appreciate it.” I don’t add I’ll be taking her with me when I do. He’ll find that out soon enough.

  I follow him in through the door. It’s been over a year since I’ve been to this place. It hasn’t changed a bit. My eyes scan the room.

  Great. Full fucking house. The thought of all these fucking eyes being on my girl is messing with my head. I’m seriously going to lose my shit in a minute.

  James doesn’t leave my side. I think he suspects I’m up to something. He pulls his phone out of his pocket to make a call. “Get this show on the road,” I hear him say. “Your girl is up now,” he says to me when he ends the call. Fuck, I’m so worked up my hands are shaking.

  The house lights go off. Everybody cheers. Except me. I feel sick to the stomach. The music starts to play as two spotlights hit the stage. Fuck me. There she is. What in the fuck is she wearing, she’s practically naked? I feel my dick twitch and I swear I nearly swallow my tongue. She’s a walking fucking wet dream. If we were alone I’d be all over that get-up, but we’re not. There must be over a hundred set of greedy fucking eyes on her at the moment. They all start to whistle and cheer.

  Fuck, I can’t do this.

  I take a step forward. James grabs hold of my arm. “No you fucking don’t,” he says. “If you want to stay then behave yourself.”

  She flips upside down on the pole and does the splits. Jesus Christ, I think I’m gonna have a heart attack. This is not how I wanted my first performance from her, to be. I wanted a private show, not one in front of a full fucking house.

  Fucking hell she’s good. I mean really fucking good. She shits on any stripper I’ve ever watched in the past. She is sexy as fuck. My cock is rock hard just watching her. The guys are going off. I can’t stand it. I take another step forward. James grabs my arm again.

  “Last fucking warning Mason. Do I need to call my guys over?”

  She has another girl on stage with her. Don’t ask me what she looks like though. I can’t take my eyes off Red. I’m definitely going to install that fucking pole in the spare room, back at the apartment.

  This song seems to be going on forever. As much as I’m enjoying the show, I need it to end. The guys are going fucking crazy. It’s making me crazy.

  Finally, it ends. Red just stands there. Guys are throwing money all over the stage. The other chick is running around picking it all up. That’s my cue. I’m getting her fucking out of here.

  I start to walk towards the stage. This time James doesn’t stop me. Smart fucking man. I’m already undoing the buttons of my shirt as I go. Luckily I have a t-shirt on underneath. I’m not ready for her to see what I had done last week. When, and if the time is right, I’ll show her.

  She’s still standing there, not moving. I jump up on the stage and stalk towards her. She looks shocked when her eyes land on me. I narrow my eyes at her. Her eyes widen. Yes, you’re in fucking trouble. Big fucking trouble. I’m going to spank that sexy little arse of hers as soon as I get her home.

  I rip my shirt off and wrap it around her. I hear a few boo’s coming from the crowd. Fuckers. They’ve seen enough of my girl. Show’s fucking over.

  My hands go around her waist as I lift her up and throw her over my shoulder. “Mason,” she screams. Yeah, after that little performance I just witnessed, she’ll be fucking screaming my name once I get her home too. You can count on that.

  She’s kicking and screaming as I jump off the stage and stalk towards the exit. “Keep fighting me Red,” is all I say. Fiery Red only turns me on.

  Once I’m out in the street I walk around the corner and place her down. “What the fuck are you doing?” she growls. I’m mad, furious actually. Not to mention horny as hell, but damn, fiery Red makes me smile.

  “There’s nothing funny about what you just did,” she snaps as she slaps my arm. She goes to say something else but I don’t give her a chance. I was going to wait until I got home to do this but I can’t wait another fucking minute. I push her up against the wall and crash my lips into her.

  She opens her mouth to protest giving me the perfect opportunity to thrust my tongue in. It only takes a few seconds for her to stop struggling. She fists her hands into the front of my shirt as I deepen the kiss. She moans into my mouth.

  Once I’ve kissed all the fight out of her, I pull back, looking down at her. We’re both breathless. I barely recognise her with all that make up on. She’s still beautiful but nowhere near as breathtaking as she looks when she’s not wearing any. Nothing could compare to her natural beauty.

  “Don’t you ever do that again. You hear me?”

  “Excuse me?” she says as she narrows her eyes at me. As mad as I am, I smile again. Fiery Red gets me every fucking time. “You don’t own me Mason. You can’t tell me what to do.”

  “I beg to differ sweetheart. You…are…mine,” I say as I get up in her face. “Always have been, and always fucking will be. This friends bullshit is over. I love you and I want you back. I need you back. I’m not waiting one more fucking minute. You hear me?” She goes to say something so I place my finger over her mouth. “You needed time, I gave you time. Guess what, times up. What’s it’s gonna be Red?”

  She smiles against my finger but doesn’t say anything. My eyebrows raise. “Did you hear what I said? Time’s up.”

  “I heard you.”

  “And.”

  “And what?”

  “Stop fucking with me Red. Answer my fucking question.”

  “What question?” She’s smiling again. She’s skating on thin ice here after the stunt she just pulled.

  “Are you mine?”

  “Hmmm,” she says as she scratches her chin like she’s thinking it over.

  “Red!” I growl.

  “Yes, I’m yours.” Halle-fucking-lujah! I crash my lips back into her. Thank fuck for that, she’s mine again. This time I’m not going to fuck it up. That you can be sure of.

  Our kiss is frenzied. With all the sexual tension that’s been going on between us lately, we’re desperate for each other. I lift her up and she wraps her legs around my waist. I thrust my aching cock against her. She moans. I need her like nothing I’ve ever needed before in my life.

  I pull out of the kiss and turn, walking towards my bike. “Where are we going?” she asks.

  “I’m taking you home so I can bury my aching cock in that magnificent pussy of yours, and I’m gonna stay buried there, all…fucking…night.” She smiles at my response.

  “Oh shit. My bag. I need to get my bag. It’s still inside.”

  “Fuck,” I groan. I place her on her feet. She’s still wearing my shirt. I love seeing her in my clothes. It’s open at the front and her spectacular tits are right there on display. Hanging out of that barely-there top she’s wearing.

  “Jesus Red,” I breathe as I raise my hand and run my finger down her cleavage. “That’s going to be my tongue as soon as I get you alone.” Her body trembles. I love how responsive she is to my touch.

  As much as I hate to cover them up, I don’t want anyone else to see them. They’re for my eyes only. I reach down and do up the first few buttons. She’s so tiny, my shirt’s almost down to her knees. Fucking adorable.

  I reach for her hand and lace my finger through hers. Fuck I’ve missed holding her hand. It’s amazing how you take the simple things for granted sometimes. We walk back towards the strip club.

  “My handbag is still inside,” she says to the bouncer. “Would it be possible to get Candy to bring it out for me?” Good idea. There’s no fucking way I was letting her go back inside that place.

  It’s chilly tonight and I notice her shiver. I wrap her in my arms, savouring how good it feels to hold her again. Thankfully, Candy brings her bag out a few minutes later. I desperate
ly need to get her home.

  CHAPTE

  R THIRTY

  Jacinta

  We make our way back over to Mason’s bike. He grabs a leather jacket out of the side bag and puts it on me. “Can’t have my girl getting cold,” he says with a delicious smile. He zips it up and kisses my nose. It smells like leather and him. I pull it up to my nose and sniff it.

  “Did you just sniff my jacket?”

  “So what? You sniff me all the time.” He chuckles.

  “Fair call,” he says. “In my defence you do smell delicious, babe. Good enough to eat.”

  I raise my eyebrows. “Good enough to eat?”

  “Yes. As soon as I get you home I’m going to prove it to you. It’s been months since I’ve had that delicious pussy of yours in my mouth.” Fucking hell. Why does his dirty mouth make me squirm? Just thinking about what he’s going to do to me, has me wet and ready. I can’t wait. It’s been far too long.

  He takes my handbag and puts it in the side bag before placing the helmet on my head. Once it’s secured he places a rough kiss on my lips. “Let’s get out of here.”

  ****

  Mason

  I’m tempted to break every fucking speed limit on the way home. There’s no way I’m going to put my girl in danger though. My cock is throbbing with anticipation. I don’t thinks it’s gone down since seeing her on that fucking pole. I had no idea her body was so flexible. You can be sure as shit I’ll be trying some of those positions out tonight.

  I don’t care if we get no sleep tonight. I’m not stopping until I’ve had my fill. It’s been fucking months since I’ve had her so we have a lot of catching up to do. I’m going to enjoy every fucking second. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever get to have her again. Now we’re back together I couldn’t be happier. She’s mine now, for keeps. I’m never letting her go.

  We pull up outside the apartment building. I planned on going up to see if Connor could watch Blake for me tonight but I don’t have time for that. I decide to call him instead. Before getting off my bike I grab my phone out of my pocket. Red is still pressed up against me. Her arms wrapped tight around my waist. Just the way I like it.