by Marie Skye
Glancing over at him, I start to ignore the question, but decide to hell with that. What do I care if he knows that I fucked the nurse. It’s not like I done it in front of my mother or anything.
“What makes you think that I fucked her? She’s my mom’s nurse for fuck sakes. What kind of person do you think I am?”
Dare laughs before answering. “Because I know you, and I know that you aren’t going to turn down pussy if it’s offered to you.”
Giving him a laugh in return, I take off my pants, tossing them to the side, and quickly dig out my clothes for my set. It’s nothing special, just a pair of black tearaway pants, a black shirt, and a pair of black briefs. I switch up the colors every now and then, but I keep it simple.
When I first started working here, Betty, the owner, wanted me to wear a pair of bikini underwear. That wasn’t happening, and when I put on the pair that she handed me, she seen why, and quickly changed her mind.
Don’t get me wrong, I could wear them, but not while dancing. There’s no way my dick would stay in them fuckers. I’d be giving all the ladies, more of a show than what they are paying for. No, bikini underwear isn’t my thing, but the ones I do wear don’t leave much to the imagination. They are still skimpy as hell, but at least I don’t have to worry about anything falling out while wearing them.
Quickly putting my clothes on, all that’s left for me to do is to put on some oil and then I can go out and show the ladies a good time.
Looking back over to Dare I finally respond, as I pour the least amount of oil into my hand that I can get away with. I rub a little on my chest, just to show that I put in an effort for the boss. “You act like I’m the only one who doesn’t turn down pussy when it’s offered.” Dare just shrugs, knowing that I’m right.
Sin hearing what we are talking about, doesn’t waste time filling me in on the crowd outside. “I’d say the group of ladies to the right of the stage is more than willing to offer up some pussy. It’s a big bachelorette party, and they are loving us tonight. I’m calling dibs on the one with the long blonde hair.”
We have worked together long enough that he knows that’s not how it works. He can call dibs all he wants, but it’s the lady who makes the final decision, and only when the night is over. Betty doesn’t want us fucking the customers, but what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Besides, she’s the one who encourages the VIP rooms. Of course, she encourages the private dances, but what happens in there stays in there, and as long as it causes no drama, she doesn’t say much. After the blonde sees me and I get done with my set, we’ll see which one of us she wants.
I give him a slap on the shoulder as I walk past, heading to the door. Our changing room isn’t far from the stage area, so it doesn’t take me long to get there. When I walk onto the stage, I wait for the music to start. My back is to the crowd, head down, arms behind my back, my usual stance as I wait for the rhythm of the music to course through my veins.
My set is hardly ever the same, I have a few songs that are my favorite to dance to, and they are the ones the ladies seem to like the most. Depending on my mood when I come in, is what I dance to each night.
When Closer, by Nine Inch Nails, starts and the lights come on, the screaming and clapping begins. This is always my favorite part, hearing how much they are all looking forward to watching me, feels fucking amazing.
The song starts out slow, just the way I like it. It always causes the ladies to appreciate when it really gets started and the actual show begins.
I move around on the stage, pulling up the edge of my shirt, just enough to make them curious. Just as the chorus starts, I pull my shirt off and slide on my knees across the runway. Hands are already reaching out, trying their damnedest to touch me.
Jumping back to my feet, I tear the pants from my body, and the screams get even louder. I hop off the stage to the left, deciding to wait for the extra eager ladies to the right, until last.
As money is being shoved into my underwear, I hope like hell that they are some large bills, because I could sure use it. Either way, no matter how much it is, these women are going to get what they pay for.
2
This has been another long week and I’m tired. The only thing on my mind at the moment is getting some pussy, then going home and going to bed. Tomorrow is Sunday, which is my night off, and if at all possible, I don’t want to have to do anything. Drinking some beers and watching some football sounds like a good plan for the day to me.
As Bump and Grind gets near the end, I make my way over to the raven-haired beauty that has been catching my eye. She hasn’t been shy by any means about her attraction to me, and I plan to take full advantage of it.
In all honesty, I could probably convince any of them to come into the VIP room with me, but she is the one that I want. There is just something about her. It could have something to do with the way her tits are about to pop out of the top of her dress.
Making my way back over to her table, I step in front of her, and lean down to whisper in her ear, “If you want to find out for yourself how I got the name Big D, follow me. You won’t be sorry, I promise.”
Leaning back up, I catch the slight blush that covers her cheeks, as she looks from me to her friends. They don’t hesitate in their encouragement, each one prodding for her to get up. My earlier assessment proves true, she wants me that’s for sure. I know for a fact, when she gives me a wink, and quickly stands up.
Looking toward the VIP room, where our bouncer Rocco is standing guard, I give him a nod letting him know it is going to be occupied. He assesses the beautiful lady standing by me, the admiration clear on his face, as he nods my way in return.
I don’t worry about my clothes that I’ve left behind on the stage, as I walk to the VIP room. Nor do I bother to check and see if she is following me, because I already know that she is.
Opening the door, I step to the side, letting her walk in. As soon as she gets past the door, I step in behind her, pushing the door shut behind me. I turn the lock, and before she has a chance to even glance around, I turn her toward me, slamming my mouth down on hers. There’s not that much to see, not to me anyways, just like any average VIP room. A couch, chair, and a couple of tables. The soft lighting, and low music playing through the speakers is what most women notice anyway.
My tongue invades her mouth, the taste of tequila and oranges overtake my senses. For a moment, I worry that she has had too much to drink, to be coherent about her decisions.
The worry goes away slightly, when she moans into my mouth, showing me her desire. Pulling my mouth from hers, I kiss a trail from her lips, down the curve of her neck. Making my way up to her ear, I nip at the delicate lobe before whispering, “Are you sure you want to do this?”
She pulls back, looks me in the eye, and says, “Hell, yes. I’ve wanted you ever since you first walked out on that stage.”
As if her words weren’t confirming enough, she reaches down to my barely covered cock and gives it a tender squeeze. “Oh yes, Big D indeed.”
When she starts to stroke up and down, I know it’s time to take matters into my own hands. I’m in charge here, not her.
Reaching down, I grab her by the wrist and pull her hand away. I take a step back, before she gets any more ideas. Letting go of her, I walk over to the little table beside the chair, pulling open its little drawer. Taking out one of the many condoms piled inside, I push the drawer shut, and walk back over to where I left her standing.
Stepping in front of her, I take her wrist in my hand again, giving it a little tug, I walk her over to the couch. Stopping at the arm of the couch, I pull her in front of me. Letting go of her wrist, I spin her around. With her heels on, she’s going to be just the right height, when I take her from behind.
I give her shoulder a little nudge, and wait for her to take the hint, and get where I want her. She is quick to do what I want, and I reward her with a few caresses on her ass.
Lifting the skirt of her dress up to he
r waist, my dick gets even harder, when I see the pair of lacy white panties covering her firm ass. This is going to be fucking amazing.
Turning her head, she peeks back at me. I give her shoulder another push, “You’ll get what you want soon enough sugar, I’ll make sure it’s worth the wait.”
Reaching down, I grab the side of her little lace panties and pull them down her legs. As I move my hand back up her leg, I feel her body shiver, which just makes my dick even harder. I’m more than ready to sink in balls deep, but as much as I like to think it’s all about me, I need to make sure she’s just as ready as I am.
Moving my hand between her legs, I barely make contact, before she lets out a pleasure filled moan. As soon as I sink a finger into her warm pussy, I see that she’s just as ready as me. She is soaking wet, and squeezing the hell out of my finger.
Adding another, I work them in and out, stretching her enough so that she can take all of me. The way she is fucking my fingers, proves that fucking her is going to be amazing, and I’m done waiting.
I pull my fingers free, and tear open the condom wrapper. Rolling the condom on, I mentally thank Betty for making sure the rooms are constantly stocked for us. Even though the rooms are just for private dances, and not supposed to be for sex, she’s not stupid. Betty is aware that shit happens, and sometimes it does lead to that. She doesn’t condone it, but she takes care of us, and makes sure we are prepared.
Rubbing my cock through her wet slit, I coat it with her juices, before slowly sinking in. What I’d like to do is plunge in balls deep, but I’m not trying to hurt her, so I’ll have to start slow.
After pumping into her a few times, hearing the moans coming from her, I feel like she’s ready to take me.
Plunging in all the way, her pussy clenching my dick, has me throbbing for more. I grab ahold of her hips, putting a stop to her movements and slow down my pace. I want to enjoy this for a few minutes, and if I don’t do something, it’s going to be over quicker than I want.
She isn’t holding back, and I love that shit. No matter how much I slow down, or get her to stop moving, I can already feel the tightening in my balls.
Pulling out of her, I step back and pull her up from the couch. Turning her around, I prop her ass up on the arm of the couch, and step back between her spread legs. If I’m not going to last much longer, I’m going to make sure she gets off first.
I grab her hip with one hand, while lining up my cock with the other. I can’t hold back my moan of pleasure as I slide into her again. Moving my hand up to her other hip, I hang on tight, and enjoy the ride.
I thought taking her from behind would be perfect, but I was wrong. This is perfect, I can now see her huge tits bouncing as I fuck her.
“Yes, just like that.” She moans, while practically gasping for breath. Her encouragement and moaning just makes me move faster.
I feel her pussy clamp down on my dick, just as my spine starts tingling. Moving my hand to her clit, I rub the puckered nub, and feel myself getting closer and closer.
“Come for me sugar.” I demand as I give her clit a pinch. Her pussy grips me tighter than I ever thought possible as she moans out her pleasure. This is one time I wish a woman knew my name, just so I can hear her scream it out.
The look on her face, and the feel of her wrapped around me, causes my own release. Going deep one final time, I bury my face in her neck and growl out a pleasure filled moan of my own.
I was right. This was fucking amazing.
3
It’s after two in the morning when I finally pack up my shit and get ready to head home. It’s been a great night, but long as hell. I’m hoping to catch a few hours of sleep before I have to go to moms to relieve Stacey.
Walking out the back door, I mutter a curse, or a few, when I see the wet parking lot. I knew they were calling for rain, but it wasn’t supposed to start until in the morning. If I had known that it would start already, I would’ve drove my truck instead of my bike.
Luckily, I only live five miles from the club, so it’ll be fine. It’s not raining at the moment, and even if it does, a little water never hurt anybody.
As I walk over to my bike, I pass Rocco as he is walking back into the club. “If you don’t want to ride your bike, I can give you a ride home, after Betty gets the club locked up.”
Shaking my head at his offer, I say, “I appreciate the offer Rocco, but there’s no way that I’m leaving my bike parked here all night. It’s bad enough when I’m here, but I’m not leaving my baby here by herself. It’s not far, I’ve got my leather coat and my helmet, I’ll be fine.”
Rocco gives me one of his very few grins, and replies, “I understand, brother, be safe.”
I nod my head, as I continue walking to my bike, throwing on my coat and helmet as I go. I have it fastened, before I even step up to the bike. As soon as I throw my leg over to get on, a crack of thunder rumbles overhead. Not wasting any more time, I start my bike, and pull out of the parking lot.
Of course, with my luck I get stopped by the first two stop lights. While waiting at the second, it starts drizzling rain.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. I’ve only got two miles left. You couldn’t wait that damn long to start raining.”
Another rumble of thunder is my answer to my complaints, and I decide it’s better to keep my mouth shut and keep going before it becomes a downpour.
I feel my luck turning up, when the next two lights are green. One more then I’m almost home.
The rain starts coming down harder, and I don’t even slow down when I see that the last stop light up ahead is green.
I see the car coming from the left, but know that his light is red, so I don’t worry about it. I just keep going. I’m ready to get home.
I realize, when it’s too late, that he’s not even attempting to stop. There’s no time for me to stop now, no matter how much I wish that I could. I’m afraid if I even slow down, I’ll definitely get hit. My only hope is to make it through the light before he does.
I speed up, and zip past him, but I’m not fast enough. His bumper just barely grazes my back tire, but it’s enough of an impact to cause my bike to skid.
There’s nothing I can do, as my bike tumbles to the pavement. My only thought is how glad I am that I put on my jacket and helmet.
I have been in this hospital for three days and I’m ready to get the fuck out of here. No one is telling me what I want to hear, so it’s time to go.
Thank fuck that I’ve got good friends that have been helping with my mom while I’ve been stuck here. Not to mention, a nurse that keeps hoping for round two with Big D, and has been working overtime to stay with her. If it wasn’t for their help I’d be up shit creek. I’m sure mom isn’t enjoying it too much, but there’s nothing I can do about that.
The nurse walks in and sits my breakfast tray on the table. “How are you doing this morning Mr. Winston?”
She uncovers the tray and slides the table over to the bed. I glance at the food and barely refrain from snarling up my nose at the nasty shit they call food. “I feel fine, just ready to go home.”
She nods her head in agreement. “I can understand that. The doctor should be making rounds soon, maybe he’ll have some good news for you today. Do you have someone at home that can help you when you do get released?”
I don’t want to sound rude. I know that she’s only trying to be helpful, because what I’d like to say is, that I’m a grown ass man that doesn’t need any damn help. I sigh before looking at her, already annoyed. “Yeah, I do,” I manage to say through gritted teeth.
She doesn’t have time to respond, as the good doctor finally walks into the room. “Mr. Winston, how are we doing today?”
I glare at him for a minute. Look at this asshole, coming in here, asking stupid ass questions. How the fuck does he think I’m doing? “Well I don’t know how you’re doing, but I’m as good as I can be. Ready to get the hell out of here and ready to go home.”
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nbsp; “I know you are ready to go Mr. Winston, but we need to examine you again, and make sure you have everything for when you’re at home. We need to get you scheduled for physical therapy, for after you’re released. I know you had therapy yesterday, but it’s very important that you continue those sessions to help speed up your healing.” He glances to the nurse, “before his discharge, make sure his bandages are changed.” She gives him a nod in return, before walking out of the room.
I may have been lucky from having my leather and helmet on, but that didn’t do anything to help my leg. My boots worked for my feet, but my leg had no protection at all, besides my jeans, when the bike hit the pavement. Actually, knowing how much of my jeans was buried into my leg, and that they had to scrub it out of my skin from the road rash, I’m not sure how much they did help. It was better than nothing at all though. I wasn’t awake for all of that, thank goodness. They did all of that, while I was knocked out for surgery.
I had a killer headache for the first day, I’ve got some cuts on my left hand, road rash on my left leg, and also had a broken femur. I say had, like it isn’t still that way, but it now has pins in it to fuse the bones back together.
“How long do I have to do therapy, and when can I go back to work?” I ask the doctor yet again. I want a direct answer and a specific time dammit. There’s no way that I can be off work for very long.
“We will know more after the pins have been in for a while. There’s no way to know the progress until after you have put in some work for a while. I would like to say that it will be an easy recovery, but it won’t. Luckily, you were in good shape before the accident so I don’t see you having any complications.”
He types his notes into his iPad for a bit before continuing. “As for work, we will see. I know that you are a dancer, depending on your therapy and your healing, I’d like to say that you should be good as new in four to six months. There’s no way to know for sure at this time. I normally tell patients to hope for the best but prepare for the worst. It’s possible that you may never be able to dance like you use too. I feel you will have full mobility, but some of the things you do, just may not be possible. The important thing right now, is to rest, and only put minimal pressure on your leg, at least until it heals more. For the most part, and just for the time being, you’ll need to use crutches. I think you would only need the bandages for a few more days, then you won’t have to worry about them anymore, but you need to keep them clean, while you still have them, to prevent infections.”
