by Tina Donahue
He pushed to the balls of his feet, his legs wavering. Surprise swept his youthful features.
Lea gave him a mischievous wink, then lowered her face to his G-string, the gold leather strained from his weighty balls and cock.
One of the men cleared his throat. Others spoke in such low tones, their comments were impossible for Lea to understand, though she suspected they’d said something obscene. She caught the faint rustle of clothing, the squeak of leather, telling her many of the guys were leaning closer to the stage.
Encouraged at their response, Lea turned slightly and snaked out her tongue. Drawing it across her upper lip, she sneaked a peek at one man seated a few feet away.
Cellphone in hand, head lowered to its screen, he wasn’t reading it, nor was he regarding her body. His eyes were already on hers. Waiting. Watching.
Lea’s pulse jumped at his furtive scrutiny. Disconcerted, she glanced away.
Kit’s ass tightened beneath her fingers. She stopped digging her nails into him and sneaked another glimpse at the man.
Looking to be in his thirties, he was dressed impeccably in a dark suit, white shirt and red silk tie. The uniform of an executive even higher up the money ladder than the middle-aged banker.
His brown hair was close-cropped, his skin Latino brown, his full lower lip decidedly sulky. The kind of mouth that marked him as a bad boy and caused women to make poor decisions.
This time he read whatever was on his cellphone’s screen, as though he’d caught her gaze earlier without intending to…or he’d been watching her surreptitiously all along and didn’t want anyone to notice.
Why?
He didn’t seem like the shy type, given his handsome features. He didn’t appear all that interested in her show either.
As though he’d read her thoughts, he lifted his face, returning his attention to her.
Lea saw the thin scar on his chin.
His lips turned up in a faint smile. Not in carnal hunger as she expected. Instead, he seemed faintly pleased.
By what?
Uncertain, Lea stared, unable to return his smile even though it might mean losing a large tip. He had the look of trouble about him. Married, no doubt, with the morals of a rutting dog.
Kit shifted his weight, a wordless cue that their act was ending and she better start concentrating on her performance.
Lea slid her hand to his navel. With her fingers on the small depression, she ran her thumb beneath the edge of his G-string as though intending to stroke his thick bush.
A pleased baritone from the right called out, “Oh yeah.”
Male chuckles followed.
With hooded eyes, Lea glanced about the room to let the crowd know she’d now acknowledge their presence. Deliberately avoiding the handsome Latino, she offered a feline smile to the others in the wing chairs, granting them her attention for a few seconds before focusing on the ones standing behind.
To the left were males of varying ages, a sea of faces that scarcely registered. Those on the right were the same until she came to one man near the back.
Her heart made a funny twist. Heat suffused her body.
He was taller than most of the others with rough good looks. In his prime, no more than early thirties, he had the sharp features of a Native American. His brows and eyes were dark, his skin coppery, his mouth full and rich. He wore his thick black hair combed back, the longish ends falling below his ears and grazing his neck.
Lea tried to swallow, but could not.
His gaze was on her, absorbed, intense.
Ribbons of warmth snaked through her, pooling in her belly, sending fingers of heat to her pussy. In him, she saw naked, unashamed desire that he hid from no one, especially her.
Unable to resist, she regarded his broad shoulders and what she could see of his length. Unlike many of the men here tonight, he wasn’t dressed in an overpriced suit. He wore a black shirt unbuttoned at the throat, the sleeves folded back to mid-forearm, the tails hanging over his equally black jeans.
Casual wear for a not-so-casual man.
She looked at his face once more.
Possession flared in his dark eyes.
Her body weakened in response, drawn to his potent masculinity, while her mind warned against such foolishness.
With great effort, she pulled her attention from him, giving it to the man at his side. He was equally tall and approximately the same age with short blond hair, sun-bronzed skin, refined features and wearing a well-tailored suit that made him perfect for the cover of GQ. If ever there was a poster boy for unyielding authority, he was it. He would have looked rigid and uncompromising if not for the flare of lust on his face.
Something indescribable fluttered deep within Lea, stealing her breath, muddying her thoughts.
She sensed he and the man in black were together, two sides of the same coin. Powerful men who’d take whatever they wanted from a woman, while delivering pleasure.
Unbidden, images flashed through Lea’s mind of them pulling at her delicate chains and the mask, wanting both off, imprisoning her between their big bodies, forcing her to feel the heat of their skin, to inhale deeply of their unique scents. She saw the dark-haired one capturing her mouth first, thrusting his tongue inside, his impassioned kiss muffling her throaty whimper, encouraging bawdier sounds. Not allowing her any freedom, the blond held her wrists in one hand while his other lay claim to her breasts. Head bent, he licked her nipples, laving them with his hot, wet tongue before drawing one and then the other between his lips.
On her strangled cry, they guided her to her hands and knees, the dark-haired one standing before her, arrogant in his male power, his erect cock so close to her face she smelled its musk. Drugged by the heady fragrance, she ran her tongue down his impressive length.
He blew out a breath, wanting more.
Obedient to his desires and her own, she guided his shaft into her mouth, opening her throat so she could contain his full length. With her nose against his dark, fragrant bush, she moved her hand to his balls.
He pushed to his toes.
Pleased at his response, she worked his cock with her mouth in a way her pussy never could.
From behind, the blond made his presence known. With one hand on her ass, he used the other to draw the crown of his shaft up her moist cleft. Her body softened at the delicious sensation, the promise of what was to come.
Not making her wait, he pierced her flesh with his rod, thrusting, pumping, stretching her opening, forcing it to accommodate him.
“Hey.”
At Kit’s whispered comment, Lea blinked and looked up.
His brown eyes widened slightly. His expression asked, what the fuck’s the matter with you?
She stopped stroking his balls, unaware she’d been doing so. Shaking off her arousal and outrageous fantasy, Lea pushed to her feet, running her hands down Kit’s chest and around to his broad back. The music faded, making the applause seem louder.
Someone called out, “Aw hell, it’s over?”
In answer, the lights dimmed, signaling an end to the show.
There was a smattering of applause and some muffled grumbling. Moving swiftly, Kit gathered the tips, then joined Lea at a back door hidden from the audience. The moment the room got dark, he took Lea’s hand, leading her through the exit into a narrow, dimly lit hall.
After a few steps he halted and spoke softly, “What happened out there?”
Not willing to admit the truth, she murmured, “We had a good night, don’t you think?”
“Fucking amazing. Why were you stroking my balls?”
She lied, “I thought it’d enhance the act.”
“You almost made me come.”
Lea rested her fingers on his smooth cheek. “Almost?”
Kit grinned, showing his perfect white teeth. “If I wasn’t gay…”
“I’d be paying you to come home with me.”
“Screw that. I’d do you for free.”
Lea chuckled.
“Thanks.” She hugged him as a sister might, then hurried down the hall past the other dressing rooms to the one she shared with Danielle.
The small space was dingy and cramped, water stains decorating the worn carpeting and walls. A bare bulb hung from the center of the ceiling. In front of the cluttered makeup table sat Danielle, Lea’s BFF. Clad in a black silk robe, the young woman leaned toward the mirror, applying cosmetics for her performance as LuST.
At the sound of the door closing, she asked, “Good show?”
Lea recalled her reaction to the man in black, the blond next to him and the thirtysomething Latino. Unsettling might be a better word to describe what just happened. “I have no complaints.”
Danielle’s hand stalled on her lipstick wand. She looked over.
At twenty-five, she was the same age as Lea, equally tall, with long brown hair and tanned skin. To the casual observer or those in the club’s audience, Lea knew she and Danielle appeared strikingly similar. For the more observant, their facial features and eye color differentiated them. Whereas Danielle’s irises were blue and her face was as delicate as a china doll’s, Lea’s features were sultry, revealing her Hispanic heritage.
“You don’t seem so certain,” Danielle said, sounding curious. “What happened?”
“Same old, same old.” She waved the wad of cash.
The young woman’s brows arched in approval. “Nice.”
“Beats waiting tables.” Taking off her mask, Lea put it near the others, then held out two hundred dollars.
Danielle pushed it away. “You don’t have to pay me to take your last show.”
“I want to. You’re giving up a date.”
“With a guy who’s so nice he puts me in a coma. Better I work here and stay awake.” Gently, she smacked Lea’s hand. “Keep it. Use it for school.”
“I could say the same for you.”
Danielle grinned, making dimples on either side of her mouth. “Only three more semesters to go and I’m outta this joint.”
“No kidding.” Lea stuffed the bills into her backpack and removed her high heels. “I hope when you’re queen of the bankers, you’ll approve at least one of my loans.”
She turned back to the mirror. “For you, sweetie, I’ll open the frigging vault.”
Lea smiled, tenderness washing over her. She’d known Danielle since they were eight and assigned to the same foster home. At the time, Lea had been through ten assignments, ten different families, having come into the system when she was three.
Danielle’s story was no better. Her mother abandoned Danielle when she’d turned five, leaving her daughter in a church with a note that said—I can’t do this anymore. You take care of her.
From the moment they’d met, Lea and Danielle had been fast friends in a decidedly unfriendly world. Luckily, they remained in the same foster home until they turned eighteen, when their “family” and the system spit them out without a backward glance and few tools to make a good living.
It was Danielle who’d found focus first and had gotten Lea interested in college. She’d recommended Lea for this job as a way to pay for her pharmacy degree. For the rest of her days, Lea knew she’d owe Danielle for that and for relieving her intolerable loneliness. “You’re certain you don’t want some of this money?”
“Positive. Just do good on your test.”
Lea groaned. “I still have a million slides to go through.” She unhooked the chains draped across her cunt, placing them on the makeup table. “God, I hate this art crap.”
“Means to an end, baby.” Danielle applied more mascara to her lashes. “You take all that general education shit so you can talk art with your customers while you’re filling their prescriptions and telling them where to find the Trojans. Shows them how well rounded you are.”
Lea rolled her eyes. “I think I’d rather strip in the middle of the drug store.”
Danielle capped her mascara. “Speaking of which, anyone interesting out there tonight?”
Lea’s hands paused on the chain around her throat, her thoughts returning to the man in black and the blond. She pictured them on the stage rather than Kit, her at their feet, close enough to smell and taste their meaty cocks and balls.
Her legs went watery.
She sensed the dark one would insist that she suckle him first, though the blond would direct her to cup his testicles during the act. If she didn’t, would he punish her? Would the dark one hold her still, his hands imprisoning her wrists while the blond meted out his discipline?
Lea’s skin tingled at the thought, lust tearing through her at the possibility of two men taking and using her at the same time. A pleasure she’d never experienced and hadn’t even realized she’d consider until now.
“Whoa,” Danielle said, turning in her chair, her arm draped over the back of it. “You saw someone you liked?”
Make that two. Not that a romp with them together or singly would ever happen. After surviving a childhood with strangers, except for Danielle, Lea wasn’t about to become a slave to her libido or get herself into something that could only turn out badly.
Removing the chain from around her throat and those resting on her hips, she dropped them next to the other body jewelry, leaving only the diamond stud in her navel.
Danielle scolded, “You did.”
“Bull,” Lea lied.
“Then why are you blushing like a nun during a pay-per-view pelvic exam?” She narrowed her baby blues. “Or like a woman about to be spanked by a very exciting guy?”
“Bull.”
Laughing, Danielle turned back to the mirror. “So what did he look like?”
Amazing. No. Fucking amazing. Desire shivered through Lea as she recalled each man, thinking they both looked like decadent indulgence mixed in with a whole lot of regret, which she didn’t need. Falling for bad boys with rugged good looks or handsome business types with buttoned-down attire wasn’t her style. They loved too easily and split without apology, often leaving their offspring to mothers who dumped them into foster care.
Using a moistened towelette, Lea scrubbed off her eye makeup and lipstick. “They looked like another woman’s problem.”
Danielle’s reflection showed her eyes widening. “They? Like in two?”
Lea dropped the towelette into the wastebasket and pulled her hair into a ponytail. “They seemed to be together.”
“How could you tell? Were they holding hands?”
Lea barked a laugh. “Hell no.”
The only hands they’d be holding would be hers as they kept her from escape, a prisoner to their desires, their strength and male hunger demanding all she could give. New bursts of warmth travelled from Lea’s belly to her cunt. Inhaling deeply, she pulled on her bra and thong.
“And?” Danielle prodded.
Lea sighed noisily. “They were beyond luscious, all right? With a capital L,” she added, remembering. “Both of them were tall with big, solid bodies. Definitely men, not boys. The more intense of the two had dark hair, coppery skin and rugged features. I think he may be Navajo. He had on a black shirt and jeans. The guy next to him was blond, Nordic looking, you know? Very reserved in his business suit, kind of authoritative, but in a good way.” She sounded breathless. “God, they were freaking hot.”
“I can tell. Wow. What kind of tip did they give you?”
“They didn’t.”
“What?” She made a face. “Cheap bastards.”
“No, it wasn’t their fault.” Lea slipped on her capped-sleeve tee, then pulled on her jeans. “They were way in the back. Probably came in late.” Leaning against the door, she put on her socks. “They’re probably still out there, hopefully closer to the stage, waiting to catch your show.”
“Then I better get undressed.”
Smiling, Lea sank to one knee, tying the laces of her running shoe. When she’d finished with the oth
er, she slung her backpack over her shoulder and pecked Danielle’s cheek, catching the woman’s signature cologne, a strawberry scent. The fragrance always brought Lea back to their early days when they got their first paychecks as waitresses, living in an adult world for which they’d been ill prepared. Because of that, they’d splurged on body splashes and sexy underwear at Victoria’s Secret rather than food at the grocery store. “Thanks, again.”
Danielle patted her arm. “Happy to do it.” She called out as Lea left the room.”Be good tonight.”
Lea’s step paused, pictures filling her mind of big male bodies, large hands, rich mouths, weighty balls and stiffened cocks.
Damn. Stop it. She had an endless amount of slides to go over, boring junk to memorize. She didn’t need this kind of distraction.
Teeth gritted, she closed the door and went down the hall to the building’s back entrance. Even from here, she heard muted music and voices, the sounds of men enjoying shows in any number of rooms or awaiting the next performances. Some of them were probably watching an earlier act on one of the flat-screen TVs while catching up on emails from work or text messages from their girlfriends and wives.
Lea’s hand paused on the door’s handle as she recalled the handsome Latino, his oddly pleased smile. Her brows drew together. That smile was probably as phony as the one he gave to his wife or mistress when he lied about cheating on them.
Shaking off her disgust, Lea left the building and headed for the employee parking lot. Still warm at this hour, the sultry summer air pressed close, inviting her to indulge in a cool shower and clean, fragrant sheets. Perhaps even a bit of masturbating.
Yeah, right. She had enough studying to keep her awake past dawn and to kill her sex drive for good. Sighing, she lifted her face. Stars glittered next to the heavy moon, its filmy beams snaking across the blackened sky.
On the surface roads to the left, Lea caught the steady swish of tires. Accompanying the sound was the incessant chirping of insects and men’s muffled laughter coming from outside the club’s front entrance.
With her keys in one hand and pepper spray in the other, Lea turned the corner of the building and stopped.
