Don't Walk Away: A Second Chance Fake Fiance Romance

by Eva Luxe

  He puts some music on and she begins grinding in my lap to the beat.

  She stands up and turns around, rubbing her tits in my face. I pat the chair next to me and Marino sits down reluctantly.

  “What’s wrong with your brother?” she asks, nodding her head in his direction.

  “He’s a little shy,” I tell her, with a grin. “You’ve gotta draw him out of his shell.”

  She puts one leg on my lap and another on Marino’s lap. She expertly perches above us, rubbing her tits in both of our faces. She rides my lap, my hard cock poking out of my pants, and then skootches some of her weight onto Marino’s lap and does the same.

  Finally she moves entirely over to Marino’s lap and says, “It’s his turn. I haven’t been paying enough attention to him.”

  She sits in his lap and rides him while looking at me.

  “Is this a good audition, Bosses?”

  She winks at me and licks her lips.

  “It’s perfect,” I tell her.

  I look at Marino but he doesn’t say a word.

  I know he’s enjoying it just a little too much for his own good. But as his older brother, it’s my job to teach him lessons. And today’s lesson is that he needs to just fucking relax and enjoy life, instead of worrying about everyone and everything except for his own damn self.

  Chapter 10 – Marino

  Desire’s probably the hottest fucking girl I’ve ever had sit in my lap. And I’ve had a lot of fucking girls sit there.

  She rides me for what feels like an eternity. I can barely contain my raging hard cock. All I want to do is push it inside her.

  But she’s a club girl. We said no club girls.

  I’ve never been one to obey rules. That one can be thrown right out the window for all I fucking care. But it’s Dante’s birthday. And I don’t want a repeat of Samantha.

  So I behave myself and watch Desire’s nearly naked body wiggle and squirm in my lap until I just can’t take it anymore. I have to do something to stop her from grinding on me or I’ll blow my load all over my pants and that’ll be fucking embarrassing.

  “You were doing something for us up there on stage,” I tell her. “Why don’t you finish doing that?”

  “Good idea,” Dante nods.

  Desire hops off my lap and stands up in front of me. Then she bends over and spreads her perfect ass cheeks for me. She moves her thong to the side so I can see her perfect pussy right in front of my face.

  I can see the juices just inside of her pussy lips. It turns me on even more to know how wet she is just from dancing for me. These girls are professionals; they dance all night, every night. Nothing seems to get them off any more.

  But Desire’s different. She’s wet for me. Well, probably for Dante too. Maybe for both of us together. If I had to guess, I’d have to say she gets off on the idea of having two brothers with big cocks take turns fucking her.

  And that’s something we would have been able to take care of for her. If it weren’t for the rules we had come up with.

  Keeping her pussy spread with one hand, she inserts a perfectly manicured fingernail into her pussy hole. In and out she thrusts it, until all I want to do is help her out.

  But Dante does that for me. I seem to be frozen in place as he grabs her ass and pulls her back towards him.

  “Let me do something about that dripping wet pussy of yours, Darling,” he says, as he begins rubbing her clit right in front of my face. “My little brother seems to be too enthralled by the sight of it to know what to do with it.”

  She moans, a mixture of surprise and need. And then she looks at me, raising an eyebrow.

  “Come on, Marino,” Dante orders. “You can share my birthday present.”

  I know I shouldn’t, but I do. I reach into her pussy and touch it, two of my fingers plunging deep into her hole as Dante works her clit.

  We pull her back onto our laps and each of us takes a nipple in our mouths.

  “That feels amazing,” Desire gasps, her eyelids fluttering as I finger fuck her and Dante rubs her clit like there’s no tomorrow. Meanwhile I’m sucking on one of her nipples while Dante makes slow circles with his tongue around her other one.

  She seems genuinely surprised, as if she’s never done anything like this before. And maybe she hasn’t. Because it’s not every day a girl gets to enjoy two Rossi brothers at once.

  I pull her down on my lap and take both of her nipples in between my fingers. All I want is to make her feel so good that she’ll want nothing but to work here every day. See me every day and let me do what I want to her every day.

  I’m already breaking rules but so is Dante. I look over to see her spreading her legs in his lap as he continues to knead her clit.

  “Yes,” she moans, moving her hips up so that he can get a better grasp on her.

  “Fuck yeah,” he says, unzipping his pants and sliding his cock out. “I’m so glad you walked into my club on my birthday…”

  “Dante,” I say, abruptly stopping.

  He glares at me, obviously annoyed. I understand, but I can’t fucking let this happen.

  “What?” he snaps at me.

  Desire turns and looks at me too, the look of pleasure on her face washed over by one of confusion.

  “There are rules,” I tell him.

  He looks at me as if I’m a snitch on the playground.

  I clear my throat.

  “For the club, I mean.”

  “Oh yeah, those rules,” he says, zipping himself back up.

  Desire removes her legs from his lap and sits up. I hate to see her go but it’s better than the alternative: watching my brother fuck the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. Or, worse, fucking her with him and risking heartache and disappointment all over again.

  I’m done with all of that. I learned my lesson from Samantha and I’m not going there again. It may be Dante’s birthday but I’m not letting him take a gift that will rip out a piece of my fucking heart.

  Desire stands up and begins getting dressed while Dante stares me down.

  “Did I get the job?” she finally asks.

  “Yes,” Dante tells her, waving her out of the room. “Come back on Friday night. You’ll make a lot more money then.”

  She nods and leaves, and once she’s gone, Dante adds, “And so will we.”

  He just stares at me then.

  “I would ask you what that was about but I guess I already know.”

  “Dante, we don’t know who she is, where she came from. We’re under investigation…” I begin.

  “Since when has that stopped you?” he asks. “You’re still letting Samantha get to your head, aren’t you?”

  I shrug, wishing it weren’t true.

  “It’s why we made rules,” I tell him. “You can do what you want with the girls but not…”

  “But not her, right?” Dante says. “You want her all to yourself?”

  “I just don’t want…”

  “You want her all to yourself or not at all, right?” Dante insists.

  I nod.

  “Or I just don’t want to know about it,” I tell him. “I know it’s your birthday. You can go get her. But I just don’t want to be any part of it.”

  “That’s fine,” he says, holding his hands up. “You should have told me that in the first fucking place. There are plenty of girls who will give me a birthday gift. Although that one sure was hot though.”

  We exit the VIP area and I stare at her as she walks out the front door. The only problem is that Dante is staring at her the same way. I know he’s thinking the same thing that I am. She’s perfect, and I want her no matter the cost.

  Chapter 11 – Jessica

  “Senator Mason, what have you found out during your investigation of the Rossi brothers?” Senator Santara asks me during our next committee meeting.

  “Nothing yet,” I tell him. “I’ve only been there once.”

  “And how your stripping skills?” another senator asks me, as everyone eru
pts in giggles.

  “I’m glad you find my work so entertaining,” I tell them. “You tell me that this is an important investigation and that these brothers are big targets for us to take down. Then you laugh at me because of the type of work you’re asking me to perform.”

  Everyone looks at me as if I just called them all monsters. But I’m really getting sick of how they’re treating me. There are rumblings and more laughter— this time nervous in nature— around the table.

  “Order, Order,” Senator Sentara says. “Senator Mason, I understand that these things take time. I was just asking if you found anything at all that is helpful. Any kind of evidence we can use to put in our report against the Rossi brothers so far.”

  I stare at the ceiling and think about his question. Have I found any evidence against the Rossi brothers?

  I can’t help but get distracted thinking about how it felt for Marino to play with my nipples while Dante fingered me. I’ve never done anything like that in my life and I never thought that I would. I certainly didn’t think I would enjoy it.

  I was confused when Marino called it all off. Is he onto me? But they said I had gotten the job. They told me to come back.

  Maybe he was just being really careful because he knows that they’re being watched. For all the talk about Dante and the business empire he’s built for the Rossi brothers, I’m starting to think that it’s Marino who has the smarts. And I really can’t decide which one of them I like better.

  I feel a hand pressing against mine under the table and I look down to see Maddie Hernandez, another member of the committee, handing me a note.

  I think what you’re doing is really cool, it says. I bet it must be great to be up close and personal with those Rossi brothers.

  I look over at her and she’s smirking at me slightly. I’m not sure if I should feel supported or threatened. There is no woman alive who wouldn’t want to be touched by the Rossi brothers the way that I was. But even though it’s supposed to be part of my job, I have a feeling this is going to be held against me.

  My phone vibrates and I look down to see a text from my mom.

  Just checking in to see how work is going, it says.

  I do my best not to jump in my seat. Does my mom know what I’ve been up to? I haven’t told anyone and it’s supposed to be an undercover operation. I’m finding it hard to reconcile the secret life I’m living for work and in The Fun House with the regular Jessica Mason that I’m used to presenting to the world.

  Which one am I? The girl who wants to be fucked by two brothers at the same time? Or the girl who wants to keep progressing my political career?

  I stare back up at the ceiling. Why can’t I be both?

  I realize that Sen. Santara is waiting for me to answer his question. I suppose what the Rossi brothers did with me in the VIP room constitutes some sort of evidence I can use against them. Sure, it wasn’t prostitution. They haven’t even paid me to dance for them.

  In fact, the way that it’s all arranged works very sweetly for the Rossi brothers. The girls pay The Fun House for the privilege of dancing on the stage and collecting tips. The Rossi brothers don’t have to pay them anything.

  The Rossi brothers even mandate that in addition to the two drink minimum that all customers must fulfill, each dancer must also have customers buy her at least two drinks per shift. Otherwise, it comes out of her earnings.

  The Fun House also takes some money off the top for each private dance and VIP session. So just like at the casino, the house always wins.

  I suppose the Rossi brothers could be accused of prostitution for taking money off the top of VIP sessions that lead to sex. But I have no evidence of this occurring. And it’s not a crime for them to have made out with me in the VIP room without paying for it.

  They didn’t even make it a condition of hiring me. Obviously I was quite into it and it wasn’t just for the undercover assignment.

  “No,” I finally tell Senator Santara. “They haven’t done anything illegal that I’ve seen. But it’s not like they’re going to do that in front of a brand new girl. This may be a longer investigation than I originally thought. These guys are very savvy.”

  “Well, we knew that,” Senator Santara says.

  He still seems disappointed.

  “And I appreciate your dedication to this assignment,” he continues. “I know that this isn’t easy on you and I officially instruct everyone here to support you rather than laugh at you.

  “Thank you,” I tell him, even though I know that his instructions will only go so far.

  No one is going to listen to his instructions when it comes to laughing at me behind my back. It’s just what people do. And this quite the juicy story. But at least he made an effort to acknowledge my frustration.

  “How long do you think it’ll take to gather more evidence?” he asks me.

  All I can think about is Dante’s dick that he whipped out of his pants. It was so huge and so hard. He was going to put it in me. Until Marino stopped him.

  Why did Marino stop him? I need to find out. And not just for purposes of this undercover assignment. But because I want that dick inside me so fucking bad.

  “I really can’t say,” I finally tell Senator Santara. “It could be a long time.”

  “Alright, we’ll move on to the next issue on the agenda,” Senator Santara says. “Just remember to keep us apprised of what you find out at The Fun House for our committee investigation.”

  “I will,” I tell him.

  But to myself I’m thinking of all the things that I want the Rossi brothers to do to me that I will never ever tell anyone in this committee. I need Dante’s huge cock inside me. And Marino’s too.

  I’ve seen enough to know that the rumors are true. They will both fuck one girl at the same time. And I want that girl to be me.

  Chapter 12 – Dante

  It’s Friday night at The Fun House. This place is always hopping on the weekends.

  Construction workers, plumbers, electricians, tradesmen of all sorts finish their work for the week, collect their paychecks and come in to see the fine specimens we have on display. All they want to do is relax and let loose after a hard week of work before they have to go home to the old ball and chain.

  Marino and I know how to cater to their needs, with the girls’ help. We have every type of girl they might possibly want: from the dark and exotic to the pale and anemic looking.

  We also have less strict rules than other clubs which is what makes us a local favorite and also keeps us on our toes and looking out for the mother fucking law. But it’s worth it because the cash rolls in and the customers roll out satisfied and happy and determined to come back the following weekend.

  But this weekend everything is even better than normal because we have Desire on stage. She’s drawn the usual clientele. The local guys have ditched their favorite girls to line the stage to watch her and line her skimpy little outfits with their dollar bills.

  But she’s also brought back the VIP customers from my birthday party night. They’re big spenders, high rollers and they brought their business buddies here from bigger cities. The place is packed and everybody wants to get a look at the new girl.

  Even I still want to get another look at the new girl. She is fine as shit.

  And I can’t help but feel a little jealous. I could have had her. And I didn’t get to. And now all these other guys are salivating over her.

  I can’t believe that Marino and I had our chance and he blew it. But I guess I can believe it.

  That’s Marino for you. Always ruining the party. His problem is that he thinks too much. And he gets too logical and emotional at the same time.

  I swear he falls in love with every woman he sees and therefore tries too hard not to fall for them. He’s got some major attachment issues thanks to our no-good mothers.

  Marino’s good when it comes to business decisions: he keeps me thinking more logically and carefully than I probably would if he wer
en’t in the picture. He’s prevented us from undertaking several mishaps and he’s gotten us out of a few more that we did undertake. But he’s no risk taker and he’s too fucking pussy-shit about way too many things.

  I know he stopped the party last time because he couldn’t bear to see me fuck Desire. And he couldn’t bear to join in either.

  It’s another example of a time when he just can’t take any risk. We could have had our fun with her and gotten it out of our systems. Instead we’re both sitting here getting blue balls from watching her dance on stage for other guys.

  He’s at the other end of the stage, drooling over Desire’s stiletto heels and skimpy lingerie.

  I try to catch his eye and shake my head at him, to tell him, “I told you so, Brother.”

  And I have been telling him so. Every night since we first met her.

  “I know,” he’s said. “But I just can’t risk getting hurt again. If you want her, you can have her. But I don’t want to see it. I don’t want to be any part of it.”

  “Why don’t you take her?” I’d offered him. “She clearly has the hots for you too. Probably even more so than she does for me, believe or not.”

  “I think she wants both of us,” he’d said, with a serious look on his face as if he’d been thinking through it all very carefully. Which I’m sure he had, knowing Marino. “I’m not sure what her angle is but I’m pretty sure she heard of us and decided to work at our greasy joint just because she wants to take on both of us at once.”

  “Fine with me,” I’d said with a laugh.

  But he’d shook his head.

  “This is bigger than us, I can just feel it,” he’d said. “We don’t want to get in over our heads. It’s safest to just let her dance and bring in a more lucrative clientele. We shouldn’t mix business with pleasure. Common sense says not to.”

  “Since when have we listened to common sense?” I’d asked.

  “Exactly,” he’d countered. “We have to play this right. Build up the value of the business and cash it in to move on to better things. We need to get a legitimate business going. So we don’t get caught up in the law like…”