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

by Eva Luxe

  He’d trailed off, too polite to continue.

  “Like I always do,” I’d finished for him. “Good thinking, brother. Thanks for keeping me on the straight and narrow.”

  And he’d had a point. He was right, of course.

  Now though, watching Desire take off everything but her G-string, I don’t care anything about common sense or who was right or wrong. My cock gets hard and wants to escape like it did the other night when she was dancing on me. It wants to get in there and finish the job.

  But my thoughts are rudely interrupted by the last sight I wanted to see today, or ever again. Samantha Meyers has somehow made her way past security, and has walked up to Marino’s side.

  She whispers in his ear and I stand up to make my way over there and break them up.

  But Marino shakes his head at me. The look on his face says, “I can do this myself.”

  It’s the same look he used to get when we were on the playground as kids. I know better than to insist on helping him when he has that look on his face.

  He stands up and follows Samantha to the VIP room, where I’m sure she’s insisted on wanting some privacy. My eyes follow them aghast, hoping he’s not stupid enough to get sucked back in by her again.

  I’m pretty sure Marino has learned his lesson. But I was also pretty sure that we’d never be seeing Samantha again. Life can be full of surprising twists and turns.

  When I turn back to the stage, I notice that Desire is watching the same thing. She’s jealous of Marino following another girl to the VIP room. And I love that she is.

  I still want to get her alone with Marino and me. I’ll show both of them how much fun it can be to stop thinking so damn much. To let go of emotions and logic and feel nothing but two hard cocks fucking one wet pussy.

  I don’t see what Marino’s so afraid of.

  It’s not as if anyone’s going to fall in love again.

  But then as I watch Desire bend over on stage, her hair hanging down over her perfect body, I can’t help but second guess myself. Her brown hair belongs in my hands as I pull it. Her lips belong between my teeth as I suck on them. Her pussy belongs bare and covered in my cum.

  But that doesn’t mean anyone has to fall in love.

  No one’s going to fall in love as long as I can make myself think logically. Just because life can be full of surprising twists and turns doesn’t mean that falling in love has to be one of them. That can be something that can be expected and avoided.

  I don’t fall in love. Unlike Marino, I stay far away from commitment and relationships. All I do is fuck them and move on to the next.

  All I want with Desire is the same thing I want with any other attractive girl: to fuck her. That’s it. Nothing else.

  Maybe if I say it enough, it’ll be true.

  Chapter 13 – Marino

  I should’ve fucked Desire, but I can’t fuck Desire. I should’ve fucked Desire, but I can’t fuck Desire.

  This refrain plays over and over again in my head as I watch Desire dance on stage. She moves like someone out of my best dream ever. She looks like a million bucks.

  To be fucking honest, she looks too beautiful to be working here at our seedy club. But I thank the god of whoever sent her here that she is.

  I meant it when I told Dante that we had to leave Desire alone. But that doesn’t mean I wish we didn’t have to. She’s the one thing I want and she’s completely off limits. But at least I can watch her undress and dance on stage even if she’s dancing for all the other guys instead of just for me.

  Dante and I have so much fucking money. Yet the one thing I want: a risk-free fuck session with Desire, is something that can’t be bought.

  I’m so busy watching Desire dance that I don’t see anyone come up beside me until I feel a small hand on my shoulder. I look to my left and see Samantha fucking Meyers.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?” I ask her.

  “Marino,” she laughs. “Come on. I thought you be glad to see me again.”

  She has to know that isn’t fucking true. She’s the last person I want to see again.

  She’s batting her eyelashes at me in that flirtatious way she used to have back when she was always able to get anything out of me that she wanted. But this time something feels different.

  I look back at the stage and I know that it’s Desire who is making all the difference. Somehow Samantha, once the star performer at The Fun House, pales in comparison to Desire.

  I’m sure Samantha’s back because she heard about the new girl. She keeps looking at Desire on stage as if she’s jealous. And I relish every second of it. Now it’s her turn to know what that emotion feels like.

  “Let’s get out of here,” she says. “I need to talk in private.”

  I know this is code for wanting to get me away from Desire or from anything that she’s jealous about. She only ever wanted me when she thought she couldn’t have me. That much is clear to me now. It’s funny how much clarity can be brought on by time apart— and someone new.

  “I’m working,” I tell her, although that’s obvious.

  She says, “Let’s go back to our old spot.”

  Our old spot was just in her car. She supports a junkie boyfriend— and his junkie habits— by dancing. Her loyalty to this loser meant that we could never go to her house. It’s one of the many reasons I’m glad to be rid of her. I guess I never really did manage to get that far away from my mother and my disastrous upbringing, as long as Dante and I were with Samantha.

  I stare at Desire on stage again until suddenly Samantha’s problems don’t seem like mine for the first time ever. It’s as if Desire has helped break the spell that Samantha used to have on me.

  Samantha isn’t even trying to hold back her jealousy. She’s never been one to hide her emotions. Rather she allows every feeling she has to prance around until it’s as big of a diva as she is.

  “Can we at least go to the VIP room?” She asks, shaking her blonde curly hair at me like a princess.

  Samantha is used to getting what she wants. From Dante, from me, from everyone. But I vow to make this the last time I give into her. And it’s only because I don’t want her to cause a scene on Desire’s first day of working at The Fun House.

  As I get up and follow Samantha I notice that Dante is shaking his head. I shake mine right back at him. He’s got to let me handle this. It’s about time I dealt with Samantha once and for all.

  When we get to the VIP room I sit down on the bench but my legs are still fidgeting. I want to be watching Desire on stage, not cooped up back here with Samantha.

  “So what you want?” I ask her, not wishing to waste any time.

  “I want to come back here and work again,” she says, with a big fake pout on her lips.

  “So you found out the grass really isn’t greener?” I smirk.

  I’d already told her she wouldn’t find any better club to work at, any more money, any better deals that we had already given her. We’d promoted her to Club Mom, overseeing all the other girls. She basically ran the entire operation.

  But then she’d wanted to buy the club itself, and for a lot less than it’s worth. It became obvious she was just using Dante and me for her own pursuits and that still wasn’t good enough for her.

  Our falling out was very messy and she burned everything in her wake when she left.

  “I told you not to burn any bridges and you did,” I tell her now`. “You can’t come back here. All the other girls hate you.”

  She shrugs, obviously used to the idea of people hating her.

  “Plus, we don’t need you,” I continue. “If you haven’t noticed there’s a new girl at the Club.”

  She arches her eyebrows at me.

  “You ever bother to find out where this new girl came from?”

  I glare at her, not wanting to admit that I hadn’t.

  “What business is it of yours?” I ask her instead. “I thought you were off to find bigger and better pastures. So why
are you still sniffing around this old club after you made it quite clear you were done with it and everything— and everyone— in it?”

  “I made a mistake, okay?”

  She sits down and puts her head in her hands.

  “I miss dancing here. I miss you and Dante.”

  Here’s my chance to gloat that everything I knew would happen did. She didn’t know how fucking good she had it with us. But I’m not the gloating type.

  “Look, Samantha, you made really good money and you helped us make good money,” I tell her. “What we had was fun while it lasted but it’s over.”

  “Nothing’s over,” she says. “I want to come back here and you know I always get what I want.”

  “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

  “It means I know people who know people. If you don’t let me work here you are going to be sorry.”

  “So you’re fucking threatening me?” I explode at her.

  I’m glad I didn’t fall for her stupid fucking pity party act. She’s always been a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Or a wolf in no clothes at all.

  “No one threatens me at my own club,” I tell her.

  “It’s Dante’s club,” she spits back at me.

  “It’s both of ours.”

  “Everyone knows that you’ve only gotten everything you have in life because of Dante,” she tells me, hitting me where it hurts. “But it doesn’t matter whether it’s yours or his or both of yours. I’ll own this club if you don’t give me my way.”

  “You don’t know the first thing about owning a club,” I tell her.

  “I know that you’re under investigation by the state and that this place is full of code violations to say the least.”

  Her eyes are piercing through me like angry daggers. I used to let her get to me way too much, but that was then. This is fucking now.

  “Get out of here,” I tell her. “I’m about to have a private dance from someone who took your place and is much better for this club and for me and for Dante than you ever were.”

  She laughs but she looks annoyed. I can tell I’m getting to her. Good.

  “You’re going to let that new girl come back here and give you a dance in the middle of the busiest part of the night?” she says.

  I can tell I hit her right back where it hurts. Her job was to dance out there on stage for other men during prime time, no matter what kind of a relationship Dante and I had with her behind the scenes. Her job was to make us money.

  I never used to let Samantha get off the stage no matter what kind of a night she was having and even when she wanted some private time with me or Dante. So that’s exactly what I’m going to do with Desire.

  Because it’s what I want to do. I want Desire in here dancing for me, not out there performing for those other guys.

  I get out my walkie-talkie and page the DJ.

  “Can you please have Desire come in here to the VIP room?” I ask him. “And I’m going to need Dante too.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” Samantha asks, her eyes angry slits. “She’s seriously already taken my place?”

  “You left it wide open,” I tell her. “And someone better than you walked right in to fill it.”

  Chapter 14 – Jessica

  I’m so into dancing that I can barely hear my name being called by the DJ.

  “Desire, you’re needed in the VIP room,” the DJ announces, clearing his throat as if this isn’t the first time he’s said it.

  “Must be some big spender,” says Lucia, who is dancing on the pole next to me. “To be able to command a private session in the middle of your stage time.”

  Even when I realize that the DJ is saying my name and Lucia is talking to me, I can barely hear them over the pounding of the music on stage. I’d really been getting into my act: dry-humping the floor and sliding down the pole.

  I never thought I’d be so good at this. Or that these guys would love me so much. But they throw more money at me than I’ve ever seen in my life.

  Maybe I have a new calling. If this whole senator thing doesn’t work out at least I have a backup.

  “Desire to the VIP room,” the DJ announces again, as if he’s annoyed at me this time. “Dante, you’re needed too.”

  I look at the DJ in surprise and I can see that I’m not the only one. Many other customers and dancers seem just as stunned that I’m being called for a private dance right now. At first I’d agreed with Lucia that it must be a very high rolling customer because I’m in the middle of a three song set.

  Dante had continually told me that all these guys came to see me and he’d instructed me not to give any VIP dances until I was done with my set. I’d done enough research online to know that’s how it works: first you dance for everyone on stage, and then you dance for whoever pays the most for private dances.

  But now that the DJ is saying Dante is supposed to go to the VIP room as well, I know that Marino is still there with that girl who walked in. And I have no idea what they have in mind for me to do.

  I get down off the stage and Dante comes up behind me. He grabs my ass with a firm hand and I can’t say I don’t like it. The other girls must like it too, considering that they stare at me with obvious jealousy.

  “Nadia, get up on stage,” he tells one of the other dancers. “Apparently Desire and I are needed in the VIP room.”

  “What’s up with that?” she asks, annoyed.

  “I can’t say I know,” he says. He obviously doesn’t like that he doesn’t know what’s happening in his own club. “But don’t go thinking you can do it too.”

  “I guess special rules apply for the new girl,” she says, looking me up and down.

  Here I go making enemies already and it’s not even my fault. I have no idea what’s even going on and obviously Dante doesn’t either. I suspect that this girl who came to see Marino has more power over him than she should.

  Dante tightens his grip on me and his finger slips down in a firm grab of my pussy. I instinctively tighten up my muscles around his finger. I want him further, closer, deeper, tighter inside me.

  I don’t know where we’re going but I’m happy to follow him. Especially because I know that Marino’s there. I want a repeat of my audition, except this time I want to finish it.

  Chapter 15 – Jessica

  I follow Dante to the VIP room. Right now I’d follow him anywhere. My pussy is dripping wet, leaking juices onto his finger as he pulls me in the direction of VIP.

  Everyone is looking at us and he knows it. He grabs my nipple and plays with it, marking me even more obviously as his own.

  “Let’s see what my psycho brother is up to in here,” he says.

  We enter the VIP room and nearly run into a blonde girl who’s stomping out in a huff. It’s the same one who had come up to Dante and brought him in here.

  “What was that all about?” Dante asks.

  “Samantha is being a fucking lunatic,” Marino says. “Threatening to do something if we don’t let her dance here again.”

  “Threatening to do what?”

  “I don’t know. Go to the cops or the senate or something.”

  I try not to stiffen up at the mention of the word “Senate.”

  Act normal, Jessica, I tell myself.

  I’m so close to gathering evidence. And maybe this Samantha girl can help me. She seems to have it in for the Rossi brothers.

  Except I’m not sure I even want to now. That would end my fun with the Rossi Brothers. They make me feel something I’ve never felt before. I think I’m fucking falling for them, as crazy as that sounds.

  So now I’m torn between my personal desires and my professional obligations. Great.

  “Samantha’s only back because we’ve hired her,” Dante says, nodding his head in my direction.

  “I know,” Marino says. “She pretty much said as much. Said no one’s ever heard of Desire, says Desire’s up to no good…”

  Dante smacks me hard on my ass.

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sp; “What clubs have you worked at?” he asks me. “I don’t know why my bonehead brother didn’t ask you that during your job interview.”

  “I travel,” I tell him, making sure not to let my voice waver.

  I’d looked it up on online dancer forums and a lot of girls travel around to where they can be fresh faces and make more money.

  “The last place I danced was in Portland. A little place called…”

  “Oh yes, Oregon. Where you can be nude and have alcohol,” Dante interrupts. “Must be nice to own a club in Portland.”

  “Nah,” Marino says, shrugging. “Too saturated. There’s a strip club on every corner there.”

  “The girls don’t make as much there as in cities with less clubs,” I agree.

  I’d read about that online too.

  “There’s a certain ceiling and I hit it so…”

  “So on to the next place,” Dante says. “Smart girl. And your wholesome, innocent look makes sense now, knowing that you’re from Portland. Portland strippers are different from New York City or Miami strippers. Dancing to make some money on the side is a totally different culture there. More accepted. More normal.”

  “But I have no idea why you’d come here,” Marino says, as if Dante is focusing on the wrong thing. “You’re pretty enough to be a Scores girl. A Double Diamonds diva who prances around demanding things like Samantha does…”

  “Shut up, Marino,” Dante says. “Do you want to lose the best girl we’ve had in years?”

  I laugh. It’s nice to let out some nervous energy. I hope they’re not onto me. And I have to admit I appreciate their compliments.

  “Don’t worry,” I tell them. “I’m not going anywhere.”

  “Because you liked what we did to you the other night, didn’t you?” Dante asks.

  He takes his pants down and shows me his huge cock again. I should be shocked, but I’m not. And I also surprise myself by how much I want it.

  “Marino, I’m fucking her right here and now,” he says. “You can watch or you can join in or you can leave. But don’t say I didn’t give you an opportunity.”