by Dani René
I can’t help laughing at the sweet, faraway look in her eyes. She’s smitten. “You just need to speak to him,” I respond nonchalantly. She snaps her gaze to mine and shakes her head. “Why not?”
“He’s someone who likes the chase, he’s said so himself, so I need you to teach me a routine that will make him lose it completely.” She gives me the puppy dog eyes, because she knows I can’t deny her anything when she does, and I nod. “Yay! Thank you, Phoenix.” A quick peck on the cheek and she’s racing into her bedroom. Shaking my head, I finish my coffee and rise from the stool.
“This is going to be a long day, isn’t it?” I call to her and I hear her laugh.
“Yes, but you love me, so you don’t mind.” I stop at her bedroom door as she pulls on a pair of shorts. She’s got a dancer’s body, lithe, toned, and so sexy.
“I do love you, unfortunately.” I giggle as she chucks a pillow at me. “I’ll get ready and we’ll go in about ten?”
“Perfect.”
“Dakota, Skyla.” We both turn to regard Theia as she nears us. We’ve just arrived for work and the place is dead quiet as I take a look around. “I’ve got something for you two.” Her small grin tells me she has a booking, something naughty.
“And let me guess, it involves, me, Dakota, and a video camera?” I quip. We’ve been requested to play in the Eagle Room a few times because of the video recording option. Some poor asshole is going to take the video home and jerk himself off to us. Sad, but true.
“Indeed, I have two men, they’ve asked to watch you ladies play. There will be no contact with either of them,” she explains, and I’m intrigued.
“Sounds interesting, we’ll get changed.” She nods in her efficient way, allowing Dakota and I to pass by as we head toward the dressing rooms.
“You’ve got an hour and they’ll be here,” she informs us, before we’re out of earshot.
“I’m wearing my black and pink lingerie set,” my little kitten tells me in excitement. Kota loves to be watched getting fucked, but the woman is naughty as hell and there’s no on else I’d do this with. I don’t know how Axe will handle it if they ever got together, he’s not one for sharing.
As we step into the quiet of the dressing room, I sashay over to my closet, pulling out the outfit I know will be perfect. An off-white silk pair of panties with tiny bows on each corner holding it against my hips. The matching bra is soft against my skin with a diamanté pendant, which clips between my breasts.
Once I’m changed, I settle on the stool at the dresser and turn on my hot iron. A few curls to frame my face with a light dusting of make-up gives me an innocent look. If only they knew the she-devil is about to blow their fucking minds.
“You’re a picture of innocence this evening, Sky,” Dakota comments, as she slides onto the stool beside me. Her black and pink corset hugs her curves and pushes her breasts up affording me a view of incredible cleavage.
“I figured since you’re going for the dark, I’ll go for the light. Give them a show for their money.” I shrug as I twirl locks of hair in the iron, giving me springy curls.
“Ready?” she smiles as she rises to full height. I glance up to find Dakota poised and ready to go. Nodding, I slip on my heels and stand. We’re almost the same height.
As we head into the main area of the club, I notice it’s gotten busier since we arrived, and the crowd is gathered at the bar waiting on Heather to walk onto the stage.
As we head down the hallway, nerves kick in and a flutter in my belly has me wondering if I should have had a shot of Patron before walking in there. The silver door knob glistens, beckoning us closer. Dakota twists it and the door swings open easily. The scent of male cologne hits me immediately and as soon as we step inside we’re greeted by the clients.
Both look to be in their early forties, one with a bit of dark scruff and the other clean shaven. Handsome and dressed in dark slacks with shiny loafers, their pristine white shirts look like they’ve just been dry cleaned. “Ladies,” one of them murmurs, in a deep, seductive drawl, “you’re quite the spectacle on stage, however we’d like to see what you can do in private.”
“There’s indeed a long list of things we could do in the privacy of this room.” I challenge. “I understand you’d like to record the session?” I question, following Dakota further into the deep red room. He nods, regarding me with caramel colored eyes and a sinful smirk.
“Come here, Red,” he commands, lowering his tone until it comes out almost gravelly. I stroll over to the sofa where they’re both sitting. “I want you to turn, very slowly. I’d like to look at you,” the strange request has my brows knitting together, but I obey, catching Dakota’s confused gaze as I turn back toward them. “Beautiful.”
“The little brunette, come here,” the man on my right growls, and Dakota hurries toward him. “Are you going to show daddy the back of those pretty panties?” My heart rate spikes as I watch my little kitten turn her back to the man.
“Henry, it seems you’ve got a pert little one there, just like her cohort, Red, over here.” He sits back, lifting a tumbler to his lips and my gaze follows his hand. “Sit in that chair.” He points to the one they’ve conveniently positioned at the camera. Without argument, I stalk over to the seat in question and settle on the soft suede.
“Good girl,”—Henry smirks—“now open those slender legs, let’s see what you have hidden between those toned thighs.” With an unhurried pace, I spread my legs, keeping my eyes on the caramel gaze burning with lust and hunger. “Take one finger and stroke yourself over those angelic panties.” Lifting the side of my mouth into a sultry smirk, I obey feeling the tender touch of my index finger. “Lou, doesn’t that just look incredible,” he tells his friend, with a chuckle that’s thick with desire.
“Poppet, why don’t you go join your friend. I want to see you strip her of those virtuous scraps of material, then you’ll get naked for us too and kneel between her legs.” He orders in a gruff tone. Dakota makes her way to me quickly, leaning in, she unhooks my bra, and then helps me out of my panties. I now sit bare in front of two men and my best friend.
Once Dakota’s naked, she kneels between my legs, her big golden brown eyes peering up at me with mischief. “Now eat her bare cunt.” The order is raspy, filled with hunger and I’m not sure who it comes from, but Kota doesn’t disappoint. The camera is pointed right at us, capturing my best friend devouring my pussy like it’s her favorite treat.
My head drops back as the sensation of her tongue lapping at my sex sends me into orbit, her fingers tease and stroke me while she sucks on my clit. My body bows off the chair and my hips buck toward her, needing more, wanting more.
“That’s it, make her come on your tongue.” The command comes from somewhere in the room. I’m so lost in the swirl of fingers inside me, and the pressure being placed on my clit and G spot, that all I can do is grip the arms of the chair and dig my nails in as I fly apart for the audience. “Now that was a show worth the money. Red, how about you show Poppet how much you appreciated her licking your sweet, little pussy.” Snapping my gaze to him again, I watch him take a long sip of the amber liquid.
I shift slowly, my legs still trembling, but I manage to drop to my knees, allowing Dakota to sit, but before she can, a baritone interrupts us. “Kneel, Poppet, we want to see Red eat that sexy little ass while she devours your cunt.” My Kitten quickly kneels on the chair with a grip on the back. She glances at me and we both wink.
Hooking my fingers in the waistband of her panties, I tug them over her supple ass and down her smooth, tanned thighs. I lift one hand and swat one cheek then the other. Her squeals of delight echo around us and I can’t help smiling. I grasp her ass and lean in, slowly licking from her hardened little bud all the way to her puckered entrance.
“Christ, now that’s a vision. You two are the perfect match, incredible.” Ignoring our audience, I lap at Dakota’s sweet, pussy. Her body shudders, but I don’t stop. Her moans and whimpers t
ell me she’s unravelling and I bask in the fact that I know her as well as she knows me. I land another swat on her ass while plunging two fingers inside her body.
“Sky!” she cries out, and I know she’s close, I can feel her pulsing. “Please!” Another shout and I tease a finger into her ass. Her body locks and she screams as she shatters before me.
Moments pass and I watch her slowly come back down from the high. Before we even register what’s happened, the two men stalk toward us smiling. “You two are beautiful, thank you,” Henry offers quietly, it’s when Lou smiles and leans in that my breathing halts.
“Skyla and Kota, filthy little angels, perfect.” And with that, we’re left alone.
“Well, that was…” My words taper off, wondering what the fuck just happened.
“Fucking hot!” Dakota giggles and I can’t help chuckling myself.
Two paintings.
Finished.
Sitting back, I look at each of them. I never thought I’d manage this. It’s been almost forty-eight hours. I haven’t slept, my mind kept replaying every part of her, of us. Past and present.
As soon as I close my eyes, she’s there. A force of nature, something I can’t bring myself to live without. When I left her all I had was a photograph. Now, I have her in the flesh. Tonight I’ll be inside her again. Rising to my feet, I pull off my T-shirt, and head into my bathroom. Shoving off the jeans I wear while painting, I turn on the shower and wait for it to heat.
The steam billows around me and in the fog, I glance at my reflection. My dark eyes are bloodshot from not sleeping, but it was worth every moment. Stepping into the shower, I revel in the warmth of the spray.
I close my eyes, picturing my girl, my woman, because that’s what she is. Mine. Her body twirling on that pole is enough to have me hard, throbbing, and aching for her. As the water cascades down my shoulders all I want is to once again have her in my arms, in my bed.
Back in the bedroom, I find a pair of faded blue jeans and a black T-shirt. I’m going to find her and take her out. On a real date. The thought alone has me rushing through the apartment like a teenager with a crush on the prettiest girl in school.
Memories of our past are the only thing that got me through the lonely nights, but it’s time to make new ones. I need to find a way to tell her the truth, but not before I’m sure she’s not going to tell me to go to hell.
With one last look at my appearance, I head into the living room and grab my keys and phone. It’s just hit midday and the heat is already unbearable as I slip into the driver’s seat of my Jeep. The streets are busy as I head toward Inferno.
This is the second time I’m going to walk in there, and I wish it could be my last, but I know it won’t be that easy to get her out of there. I’d love to throw her over my shoulder like a caveman and drag her back to my apartment. Never letting her leave.
The parking lot is mostly empty when I pull up to the club with only six other cars. Parking near the door, I exit the vehicle and make my way towards the entrance. When I push the door, it slides inward with ease, allowing me access to the dimly lit, cavernous space.
The pretty dark-haired hostess, who I’ve known all my life, glances up and offers me a smile. “Kael, it’s good to see you here. It’s been way too long, brother.” She rounds the desk to give me a hug and I instantly calm, knowing she’ll help me. “How can I help you?” She steps back and gives me her full attention.
“I’d like to see Skyla.” I tell her hastily, hoping she doesn’t turn me away.
“Well, she’s busy training at the moment—” she responds, but I cut her off because there’s no way I’m leaving until I see my Phoenix.
“Theia...”
“I know, Kael.” She smiles, amusement dancing in her eyes.
“You didn’t tell me she’s here,” I meet her warm gaze. “I’m not leaving here until I see her, so if you’d like to tell me where I can wait, I’ll happily do so, and pay for the time.”
Her mouth lifts into a smirk as she regards me through narrowed eyes. “Well then, since you’re so adamant to see the fiery vixen, I’ll escort you to a table where you’ll be able to watch and not disturb them.”
“Them?”
She nods excitedly as she watches my reaction. “Yes, she and the little kitten, Kota, are playing on stage.” She gestures toward the pole dancing stage and I take in the two beauties dressed in skimpy shorts and tank tops. “Follow me.” My sister escorts me to a small round table in the corner away from prying eyes where I settle into a chair.
“Thank you,” I murmur, and she leaves me, heading back to her desk. I lean back, relaxing with my eyes trained on the two women as I enjoy the show. The little brunette with the pert ass has her legs wrapped around the pole, twirling like a ballerina.
She stops suddenly, and drops to her feet when Skyla directs, “No, take this hand and lower it.” Dakota steps away from the metal pole and allows the fiery redhead to show her. Her lithe body spins, her legs spread and I’m awarded a view like no other. The tiny pair of black Lycra shorts hide the bare little cunt I know is hidden there, but the way her toned legs move is enough to have me straining in my jeans.
“Quite the sight aren’t they?” I glance at the man joining me. I saw him the other night, and I know he works with Axe, but the way he’s salivating over the two beauties has my hackles rising.
“They are.” I drag my gaze from him and give my full attention to the stage.
The music changes and “Bunny Park” by Cnsrd starts. The two naughty girls start swaying, giggling, and shock the shit out of me when they kiss. Not your average friendly one, but a slow sensual one. It’s as if they’re lost to the music.
“Which one are you waiting for? Or are you wanting them both?” he asks, stealing my attention.
“The redhead,” I respond easily, my eyes never leaving the stage. As if she feels me looking, her gaze darts up and her eyes lock on mine sending heat sizzling through me. The side of her mouth lifts slightly, a smile, small and intimate meant only for me. I watch her lean in and whisper into Dakota’s ear, the little brunette nods and glances at me with a knowing smile.
Skyla makes her way off the stage and toward me. The sight of her long, slender legs, those curves and the way her tits bounce have me groaning. “I’ll leave you to it man, lucky fucker.” The man beside me chuckles, but the only thing I am focused on is the firebird nearing me.
“You’re here…” Her voice tapers off as she regards me with those emerald pools.
“I am.” Pushing up, I gesture for her to sit, but she shakes her head.
She crosses her arms in front of her and I can’t help my gaze straying for a moment to her cleavage that taunts me from the tight confines of her tank top. Tipping her head to the side, she questions quietly, “Why?”
“Do you normally question your regular clients?” Ignoring her question, I offer one of my own. Fire blazes in her eyes and her cheeks darken with a blush.
“No, I just… Well, I didn’t think I’d see you again. Did you book a room?” Her gaze flits between me, the table, then she settles her gaze on the floor. I can tell she’s nervous.
“I’ve actually come to book you,”—her gaze snaps to me and I continue—“for the day. I want to take you out for lunch.” I reach for her hand, but she doesn’t allow me the pleasure of accepting the gesture.
“I can’t. I don’t… I mean, this isn’t what I do.” She fumbles for an excuse, but I’m not taking no for an answer. Reaching for her arm, I settle my hand on her shoulder and stroke the smooth skin with my thumb.
“I’d pay for your time, please?” I meet her gaze dead on, wanting her to fight me because she’s so fucking hot when she does. A quick shrug and she glances back at the stage where her friend is swapping with another girl with long blonde hair.
“I need to talk to Dakota first,” she murmurs, before meeting my eyes.
“I’ll wait right here.” I release her, settling myself on the c
hair.
She turns to walk away and the way her hips sway in those tiny shorts has me once again hardening in my jeans. Her ass is pert, round, and there are so many filthy things I want to do to it. To mark it with my hand print.
Jesus the things I want to do to you, little firebird. So many fucking delicious ways I can and will enjoy you. Soon, Phoenix. Real fucking soon.
“Dakota,” I call to her, as I near the side of the stage where she’s shrugging on her jumper. She turns to regard me with that knowing smile.
“Who’s the hottie?” She questions quietly.
“It’s the client who was here two nights ago. He wants to take me to lunch, I don’t—”
“Oh. My. God. You have to go!” Her hands reach up to grip my shoulders and she shakes me back and forth a few times like she’s trying to shake some sense into me.
“Do you think?”
“Yes, my God, Red. You can’t deny that man. Have you seen him?” She gawks at me like I’m stupid, perhaps I am. He is gorgeous. Devastatingly so. I’m just concerned I’ll let my heart get the better of me and then I’ll end up hurt and alone.
“I have, that’s the problem, babe. He scares me,” I admit quietly, feeling a tug in my chest. She’s the only person in my life I’ll admit this to. We’re like sisters, and I wouldn’t trust anyone with my feelings more than I do her.
“Babe, look at me,” she implores, and I do, “if he came back here after one night with you just to take you to lunch, surely that must mean something?” My voice of reason. That’s what she is. Yes, she’s right. I cast a quick glance behind me and find him watching us intently. “I’m not saying he’s going to propose, but he’s waiting on you and I don’t think he’d like it very much if you don’t get your sexy, little ass, that he’s been staring at all this time, over there. Have fun, babe. Be happy, you need to let the past go.” Once again her words hit me right in the chest.
