DUMPED! (2nd Edition)(bwwm/bdsm) (Letta Storm)

by Dee Dawning

  It became apparent the bikini clad waitresses doubled as strippers when one ascended a staircase to the stage. Other stripper/waitresses, nude or nearly nude, danced in front of, or straddled customers grinding their bottoms into the customer's laps and one girl, her back to me, knelt before a man her hands on his buttocks. My stomach did a dippsy doodle, but, to my consternation, my core was warm and getting wet. Another peek at Dan reassured me.

  The customers, mostly men, behaved, but a few around the runway, which jutted into the audience, were rowdy. A permissive, anything goes atmosphere pervaded the nude club. Abruptly, I felt very much out of place.

  I glanced back toward Daniel.

  The cashier gave him a card to fill out, along with his change.

  "What's the card for?" he asked.

  "To join. We're a private club, otherwise you could only get non-alcoholic drinks."

  Dan filled out the short application and signed. "There, what can I get now?"

  The man shrugged. "Anything you want."

  I heard the exchange and didn't doubt what he said. Dan's presence comforted me. I searched for a vacant table or booth. It was time to enter this den of hedonism.

  Daniel grabbed my hand. "Let's go." He hitched his chin to my left. "A couple is leaving that booth over there."

  When we got there, the woman scooted out and came toward us, while the man slid back in. As the mildly attractive dark haired woman edged by us, her companion, a nice looking red-headed man stared at us. "Yes, can I help you?"

  Daniel tilted his head left and stuck his hands out to the side. "Sorry, we thought you were leaving."

  "Oh, I got you." He took a swig of his beer and waved a hand toward the vacant part of the booth. "My girlfriend had to leave because she's next. You can sit with us, if you like. There's plenty of room."

  Dan nodded. "Thanks, we'll do that." He nudged me toward the seat.

  I slid in.

  Dan slipped in beside me as the man offered his hand. "My name is Chris, but my friends call me Deuce."

  "I'm Lila and my friend is Danny." I'd never called him that before. I liked it.

  Deuce waved at Dan. "Good to meet you both. Are you here for the contest, too?"

  I narrowed my eyes. "Contest?"

  "Yes, the amateur nude contest."

  I smiled. "No, I'm just here to see what one of these places is like."

  "Phew! Glad to hear it. Terri doesn't need the competition."

  A long fingered hand with stiletto tipped nails set a cocktail napkin down in front of me. A child-like voice, introduced herself, "Hi, I'm Caviar." and asked, "What can I get y'all?"

  I gulped. Caviar? The home wrecker? Slowly, I turned toward the source of the question. This was no child. Caviar was a buxom, 'Barbie doll' type wearing a miniscule string bikini.

  Deuce straightened, raised his brow and quipped, "Well lookee here. I'd tell you but you'd probably slap my face."

  She laughed. "I hear it all the time, but you're kinda cute."

  "And you're hotter than hot. You're bitchin'."

  She smiled then looked at me. "Ma'am."

  "I'll have a naked lady."

  Her laugh sounded like a shriek. "For a lap dance? There sure are plenty of them around here. Which one caught your fancy?"

  She's going to med school huh? Good luck asshole. "No, the drink, naked lady. It's a type of martini."

  Her dull eyes opened wide as did her mouth. "I neva heard that one before. Sorry."

  As Danny ordered a draft beer, a tall, black man strolled our way. It was Lamar, the snake. I ducked back hoping Deuce could block his view of me.

  Fortunately, he never looked at us, because he only had eyes for his woman-child, and when he passed beside her, I heard the sound of a crisp slap strike her behind.

  "Ow!" She jumped and turned around, rubbing her well rounded ass. With half a smile on her face she demanded, "What'd you do that for?"

  His laugh was playful. "Baby, you had that sweet ass jutting out, blocking half the aisle."

  My jaw tensed, as a slow burn coursed through me.

  She wagged her forefinger at him. "You just wait. I'll get even later."

  I was so pissed that if I'd had a gun, Lamar would have gotten his brain air-conditioned.

  He laughed. Continuing on, he quipped over his shoulder. "Looks like she'll be wearing out my tongue tonight."

  "Damn straight!" she spun back to us. "Sorry, that's my boyfriend. We're engaged. We're getting married as soon as he gets rid of the roaring bitch he's married to."

  Roaring bitch? I grit my teeth and tried to ignore that ignoramus, but like a masochist my traitorous ears wouldn't stop listening. There was murder in my heart. If I could have put a contract out on the pair of them, right then, I would have paid up to a million dollars. On credit, of course.

  "He's a big time plastic surgeon. That's how I met him. At his office. Well, actually I met him here when I was on stage, but that's a long story."

  No, no, a thousand times no. I don't want to hear it. But my turncoat ears did, and they convinced my mouth to say, "I'd like to hear it."

  Her eyes brightened. "You would? It's pretty naughty."

  I forced a smile. "Now, you really have me curious."

  "All right. We make most of our money from tips, so when I'm up on the stage I spread my legs for the gash hounds. Men get very generous when they see pussy. In the days when I had sex for fun, I would give it away, and get nothing except pleasure for it, but I wised up. My pussy is a commodity. No one sees between my legs without big bills.

  "I'm not supposed to let customers touch me, but I make exceptions. Under a ten, I just smile. For a saw buck, I cup my breasts, stoop down and spread my legs for a clear view of my puss. For a double saw buck, I do the same thing, but take the mystery out of Caviar by parting the folds with my fingers.

  For a fifty I go even further. I sit down right at the edge of the stage, knees bent and legs spread. I make eye contact, roll my tongue over my lips and hitch my head down toward my twat. I splay the folds and he gets to lick my snatch and clit."

  My turncoat mouth wouldn't shut up. "Is that what your fiancé did?"

  "Close. He held up a Ben Franklin, folded it several times until it was the size of a quarter, and holding it between two fingers, shoved it deep up into me. I placed my hand over his to hide what went on and let him move his fingers around inside me for a few seconds. After enjoying about a half minute of being fingered, I pulled his fingers out, put them in my mouth and sucked my juices off."

  Deuce piped in, "I'd like to do that baby."

  She ran her long fingers across Deuce's cheek and smiled at him. "You come back when my boyfriend's not here and I'll give you a lap dance you'll neva forget."

  I cleared my throat, "A'hem. You were saying?"

  "Oh yeah. My fiancé, Lamar is his name, did that three nights in a row. On the fourth night he slipped a note inside me. It said, 'The bearer of this note is entitled to a free breast implant. Doctor Lamar Patterson.' So I went in for a free breast implant. Of course, he got to fuck me several times in his office, so it wasn't entirely free, but I dug it and I dig him. And I really dig my new breasts."

  Caviar, or Cybil, or whatever her name was, pulled her bikini top off and the eyes of the men on both sides of me bugged out.

  Deuce reached out and started kneading her right breast.

  "What do you think?"

  Deuce mumbled, "Fanfuckingtastic."

  My traitorous mouth lied. "Very nice." Actually, they reminded me of two balloons blown up to the verge of popping.

  "Thank you. You're very nice."

  For a roaring bitch.

  "You might want to go see Lamar. You look like you could use a little boost topside."

  I ignored her little dig.

  Danny leaned over and whispered, "Did you see the rock on her finger?"

  My gaze shifted from her boobs to her left hand. The diamond on her ring must have been six carats. My di
sloyal hand reached down and lifted her hand for better viewing, so my treacherous mouth could ask, "Is this from your fiancé?"

  Her smile was as wide as the runway on which she plied her trade. "Yes, it was wrapped in yesterday's Ben Franklin."

  I'd seen and heard about all I could stand. The betrayal of my husband was total and unconscionable. Before I stood up to leave, I heard a bit more of the outlook, my future ex was about to endure at the hands of this bimbo.

  "Lamar wants me to quit here but I don't know. I just love the way the roosters ogle my curves and the way their eyes glaze over when I spread my legs and show off the goodies."

  Deuce cooed, "Yeah baby, spread them long hot legs."

  She ran her fingers through his red hair, "You are so cute. You come back next week when it's slow and I'll give you a very special, all nude lap dance."

  I elbowed Danny. "I've seen enough. I'm ready to go."

  Deuce whined "Oh, you're leaving. Terri will be up shortly."

  "Yes, I'm sorry, but I have to go. I just remembered I forgot to feed the goldfish."

  Caviar's eyes rounded. "Oooh! Poor little goldfish. I just adore animals. You better get going. It was nice talking to you. Do you still want me to order your naked lady?"

  "What do you think?"

  She shrugged. "That's why I'm asking?"

  "Think about it. If I'm not here, who's going to pay for it?"

  "It's free for lady's"

  "Then who's going to drink it?"

  "Oh."

  As the valet pulled up in Danny's BMW, I palmed a ten and handed it to him before Danny could. I figured Danny had spent enough on me tonight. As he pulled out onto the street, I asked Danny point-blank. "What did you think of Cybil's boobs?"

  "If I had a pin, I could have popped them."

  "Then why did you stare at them so?"

  "I was surprised: she pulled them out right there."

  Good answer. We drove to my condo in silence. I have no idea what Danny was thinking, but I was absorbing what I'd found out. Going to The Hot Spot accomplished two things. One, Caviar confirmed my suspicions that Lamar had lost his mind. That pleased me, but the other thing I found out, I wasn't so sure about. I found myself brimming with need. The casual attitude about nudity and sex, the bawdy atmosphere, it all had a titillating if not arousing effect on me.

  It was like the law of unintended consequences. Obviously, while my husband parceled out sex to me, he wasn't going without. Nevertheless, the denial of sex and the gaudy display of sex in the lecherous atmosphere of 'The Hot Spot,' had my body on edge. Though the air conditioning was on high, I was warm all over. My pulse rate was high and my panties were damp.

  As he drove, I watched Danny. I'd always found him charming, attractive and almost irresistible. His looks really appealed to me, yet I had resisted his youthful advances merely because he was of another race.

  I studied his long lean body. When my gaze noticed a certain bulge in his pants, my stomach leapt into my throat. I licked my lips and pictured the cause of the bulge, between my legs. Mmm, it felt so good and then I recognized why. Without realizing, my hand had slipped down between my legs, comforting my nether regions.

  "What are you thinking?"

  Oh my God! Did he see me?

  Though I'd thought it earlier, it wasn't what I thought right then. "How I'd like to blow up Lamar's car with him in it."

  "Yeah, I thought we were done for when he came by our booth."

  "I know. Caviar's 'sweet ass' saved us. Danny, can I ask you a question?"

  He smiled at me. "Ah so now I'm Danny, am I?"

  "Ah-huh."

  "What do you want to know?"

  "It's been six months since you and Karen called off your wedding and broke up, I wonder if you've started dating again."

  He looked over and scrutinized me. "I've been out a few times, but I haven't seen anything that caught my interest. Until tonight."

  "Tonight? One of the strippers?"

  He laughed. "Of course not—you."

  "Me? It doesn't bother you, even a little, that I'm black?"

  He shook his head. "Never has, never will."

  I ruminated about what he said as we drove on. If I hadn't refused to date Danny back in college, might he be my husband instead of that snake, Lamar?

  He glanced over. "Now I have a question for you."

  "Yes?"

  "Now, that you are separated, would you go out with me?"

  "I have a confession to make."

  "What?"

  "I'd hoped you'd ask that."

  Danny chuckled. "Is that a yes?"

  He pulled into my driveway and turned the motor off.

  "Yes, it's a yes? Now, I have another question for you."

  "Shoot."

  While I built up my nerve to ask my very forward question, he waited patiently. What if it's too forward? What if it's too soon? Should I ask him? Screw it! "I'm very mixed up right now and it scares me to be alone. Would you spend the night with me?"

  His mouth dropped open a couple inches and he loosened his collar. "I don't know if that's a good idea. Like you said, you're mixed up right now, and you probably think sleeping with me will even the score a little with Lamar."

  "That it would, but I'm not interested in evening the score. I'm interested in rekindling the passion I denied myself nine years ago."

  He shook his head. "Maybe if we'd gone out a time or two, but this just isn't right."

  I wanted him and his tented pants said he wanted me. He isn't going to deny me. "You know, it didn't start out that way, but tonight sure seemed like a date."

  His warm Danny smile appeared. "It did, didn't it?"

  I pulled the keys out of his ignition and held them out of his reach. When he leaned over the console and reached for his keys, I kissed him. As my tongue traced the thin line between his lips, his tongue darted out and intercepted mine. For untold seconds they danced around each other as if suspended in air, between our lips.

  As I held the keys away from him, I grabbed his engorged masculinity through his trousers. He jerked, and in an instant, his mouth was all over mine, crushing our lips together. His tongue stormed my opening, swirling everywhere against the soft, fleshy inner walls of my mouth. We had kissed once, nine years ago, with such passion it had scared me. I wasn't going to let our passion scare me again.

  I opened the door and slipped out of the car. Danny fell across the console, a look of confusion on his face.

  I lifted his keys and jingled them. "I just felt your hardness. If you could feel me, you'd know I want you as much as you want me. We don't have to make love if you're against it. I just want you to hold me."

  I ran to the door of my condo. Unlocking it, I stepped inside. I turned, waved for him to come and yelled, "Are you coming?"

  * * * *

  All of a sudden, staid and proper Lila was acting like the playful and vivacious nineteen year old co-ed that had captured my imagination some nine years previous. I skedaddled out of my car and ran up to her door. I peeked in, but didn't see her. I stepped in and turned three sixty. I still didn't see her. "Lila?"

  No response. "Lila, where are you?" Again, no answer. "Are we playing hide and seek?"

  I walked into her bedroom and didn't see her. I opened the closet doors and found only clothes. I looked in the bathroom, even the shower, and it was empty. Scratching my head, I went back into the living area and that's when I saw her passed out. She rested half on and half off the couch. Concerned, I ran to her. She breathed and had a strong pulse. Five plus naked ladies had taken their toll.

  I marveled at her lightness when I slipped my arms under her and lifted her to carry her into the bedroom. Still a hundred and fifteen pound bundle of energy.

  She stirred when I laid her down. Her speech was slurred. "What'r you doin'?"

  "I'm putting you to bed. I'm going to take your dress and shoes off. Is that all right?"

  "Yes, don't leave me."

  "I won'
t."

  "I need you. Make love to me, please?"

  "You're not up to it tonight."

  "Tomorrow then?"

  "Tomorrow."

  Her eyes cleared for a second. "Promise?"

  How lovely her sepia eyes with amber speckles were, I thought, as her gaze bored into me. How could I say no? "I promise."

  With that, her eyelids closed and her head lolled to the side. Even in sleep, she was beautiful, with her high, regal forehead, pointed nose and full red lips. I kissed those lips again.

  She stretched. "Ummm."

  I removed her high heels and rolled her on her side so I could unzip her dress. I pulled the sleeve over her shoulder. My pulse raced when I accidently brushed her breast. After taking a deep breath, I rolled her onto her back, and carefully removed her other arm and then the dress itself. Before pulling the bed coverings over her, I paused and studied her. She was a beautiful, uncomplicated woman. What an ass Lamar turned out to be. He traded a diamond for a rhinestone. I scanned down her gorgeous, sienna body, covered only by a skimpy pair of lacy pink panties and a matching bra. I hadn't seen her this close to naked since she wore that tiny bathing suit when I took her and her friend Cami, to our family cabin on Lake Gregory on spring break.