“I can’t believe he just did that,” I said, ripping a paper towel from the dispenser.
I wiped furiously at any skin he’d touched. I could smell him. I could still feel him.
“What an asshole,” Lynn muttered. “Say the words, Chels, and I’ll kick his ass.”
Her face was red and flushed from her anger and alcohol.
“No. Don’t. Go back out there with Marshall. I’m fine. I just hadn’t expected him to do that.”
“Are you sure you’re okay? If I didn’t hate him so much I’d say that was actually pretty hot.”
Wiping at my face, I looked at her like she was crazy, making her giggle.
“Just give me minute to collect myself. I’ll be right out.”
“Okay.” Lynn grinned. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were totally turned on.”
I tossed my paper towel at her face before she let the bathroom door shut behind her.
She was right, as usual. While I was seriously embarrassed, I was more turned on than I’d been in my entire life.
35
BLAINE
EVEN IF I HADN’T TAKEN a dose of Viagra for work, I would’ve been hard as a rock. Damn, Chelsey did something to my cock I couldn’t put into words. I almost came just pressing into her on stage in front of a room full of women.
She felt just as amazing as she did a year before—sweet and soft in all the right places—and completely clueless to how perfect her body was. It was wrong to still want her. It made me a weak man considering how badly she’d hurt me, but I couldn’t help it. She was everything I’d ever wanted.
After my set, I stayed in the back to collect myself. If I stayed in the back, I wouldn’t have to see her face. I was confused by the fact that she was there. I never thought I’d see her face at the banana again.
What was she doing there?
She wasn’t with a group of girls or anything.
Was she there for me?
As soon as the thought went through my mind, I dismissed it. It didn’t pay to start thinking crazy shit. It was over. We were over. She’d made it so the night she went off fucking with Josh, the night my life shattered around me and I needed her.
I wiped at the sweat running down my face and downed a bottle of water. I had to get my head right. I still had a full night of work ahead of me, and Grandma’s new prescriptions were fucking expensive as hell. I didn’t have the luxury of getting off track… even if my heart and mind needed a night to get their shit together.
“Hey, man, you okay? You look like you just saw a ghost,” Marshall said.
He’d just got off stage, doing his football player routine, which the women loved. He was a big motherfucker, with huge shoulders. The football uniform was perfect for him.
We’d grown close since I started working at the banana. Not close enough to hangout outside of work, but he was one of the boys I trusted the most. He was a good guy.
“Yeah, man, I’m good. Just tired.”
“Well, you better put some pep back in your step. You got the back rooms tonight, too. Plus, my girl came tonight. I want you to meet her.” He grabbed my shoulder and shook it. “Well, speak of the devil. Here she is now.”
I looked up and my eyes clashed with Lynn’s. I hadn’t seen her since high school, but she looked exactly the same. Beside her stood Chelsey. Both were staring at me letting their eyes drop to my hard cock. I had on my G-string, but it left little to the imagination. Chelsey had already seen everything I had to offer, it was Lynn’s eyes on me that made me flinch.
“We keep running into each other, huh, Little Doe?”
Marshall’s brow pinched in. “You guys know each other?”
“We went to high school together,” Lynn said. “This is the asshole who broke my best friend’s heart.”
I laughed. She was obviously clueless about the situation. Of course, she’d only know Chelsey’s side, and of course, Chelsey would make herself out to be a fucking saint.
“You think that’s funny?” Lynn snapped.
My eyes moved over Chelsey. Her shoulders were tense and she was digging her nails into Lynn’s arm as if to tell her to shut the fuck up.
“I think it’s funny you believe that bullshit.” I stood. “I have work to do. Women to please. If you don’t mind.”
I walked past them, ignoring Lynn’s glare. Stopping at Chelsey’s side, I bent down and whispered, “Thanks for the ride on stage. I felt how wet you were through your panties. It’s nice to know I still got it when it comes to you.”
Her eyes cut across my face and her lips pinched together.
“Fuck you, Blaine.” Her words shocked me and turned me on all at once.
“Been there done that.”
I left her standing there with her mouth wide open and angry eyes.
Fuck it. Fuck it all to hell.
I spent the rest of the night in the back rooms. Even though it felt wrong, I fucked two women. It was becoming harder and harder to do my job. Especially when all I could think about was Chelsey. It was like I was tainting our memories together or something, which honestly, they’d been tainted for over a year. None of it made any sense to me.
Going in the last room for the night, I found Rosie sitting on the couch waiting for me. She was a big spender, but I just wasn’t feeling it. Still, I gave her what she came for.
“You going to come on this fat cock?” I asked as I fucked her hard and fast.
“Yes. Please make me come, Jack,” she screamed out.
The sounds of our bodies filled the room as I took out my frustrations on her pussy. I kept my eyes closed the entire time. The burn of guilt so strong I felt sick to my stomach.
“Fuck! Your cock is the best, baby. It’s so fucking good. I love it when you fuck me like this. Fuck me like your little whore.”
I pulled her hair, making her gasp at the pain of it, and then I smacked her ass hard, making my palm sting. “You like getting fucked like a little whore? Oh, I’ll fuck you like a little whore. You’re Jack’s little slut, aren’t you, dirty girl?”
“Yes. I’m your slut. I’m your dirty, nasty whore.”
And then she fell apart around me. It was then that tears threatened. I blinked them away as I kept going, fucking her through her orgasm and feeling like the biggest piece of shit to ever grace the Earth.
Then I opened my eyes, and my heart stopped. Chelsey was standing at the door staring back at me. She was watching me with shocked eyes as I fucked another woman. She’d seen me pull Rosie’s hair and smack her ass. She’d heard me say all the vile things Rosie liked to hear… things I’d never dream of saying to Chelsey.
In that moment, I cracked. I couldn’t do this anymore. I’d known for a while it was coming, but I was done. I couldn’t continue to fuck women like this—to have them use me the way the girls in high school used to—the way I believe Chelsey did.
I pulled out, my cock still hard as a rock, and I blushed with embarrassment when Chelsey looked down at my condom-covered cock.
Then she was gone, and the door slammed behind her. Tugging my jeans over my hips, I left Rosie lying on the couch and went after Chelsey.
She was speed-walking down the hallway and I caught up with her easily.
“Chelsey, wait,” I said, grabbing her arm and pulling her back. “I’m sorry.”
I don’t know why I said those words. It’s not like I meant anything to her anyway. I never had and probably never would, but still, I felt so fucking bad. I felt sick to my stomach knowing she’d seen me with another woman. I knew what it felt like. She’d done the same with me.
I should’ve been happy she’d walked in. I should’ve been a lot of things, but I wasn’t. Chelsey hurt me, but I wasn’t so sure I had it in me to hurt her anymore.
“You have nothing to be sorry about,” she said. She swallowed and blinked at the tears that filled her eyes. “You’re a single man, Blaine. You can do whatever you want.”
“But you’re upset.
I can tell you’re upset.”
The bigger question was, why I gave a flying fuck that she was upset. She hadn’t cared about my feelings a year before when she was out having a fucking blast with fuck face.
Then she shocked me.
“Blaine, why did we never do it like that?” she asked.
My grip on her arm loosened and I looked down at her in confusion. “Excuse me?”
She blushed and looked away. “You were always so soft and sweet with me. Why? Were you not into it with me like you were with her?”
I could hardly believe my ears. Did this woman not know what she did to me? Did she not know the things she did to my body or my mind?
Of course, I was always soft and sweet with her. Chelsey was soft and sweet, and I’d been her first. I didn’t want to hurt her or scare her, but it never mattered. She was always the best I’d ever been with.
“Is that what you want, Chelsey. You want it rough?” I felt myself lean into her.
She was like a fucking magnet with me. Always a fucking magnet.
“Yes.” Her eyes widened at her confession. “I’m sick of being treated like a princess. I want what that woman had.”
My cock jerked at the thought of fucking her. Giving it to her exactly like she wanted it, but I couldn’t. I still smelled of another woman. I was still sweaty from fucking another. I couldn’t touch her. Not the way I was. Chelsey deserved so much more, and I wanted to give her more.
“I can’t do that with you,” I said honestly.
I couldn’t. Not at that moment at least. Not until I was cleansed of the dirty shit I’d been doing in the club.
“Well, if you can’t, I’ll find someone who can,” she snapped.
Then something crazy happened. I let her see my cards. I hadn’t even realized how adamant I was about Chelsey being with someone else. I knew it bothered me, but I didn’t understand how badly until she talked about another man fucking her senseless. The thought of another man touching her lit fire to my nerves, and I slammed my fist into the wall beside her.
“No one touches you. Got it?” My teeth grinded together, the muscle in my cheek popped painfully.
She pushed against my chest, her angry eyes matching mine.
“Why not? You can do it! You can get on stage and show all those women all your business. You can fuck them until they’re collapsing on the couch, but I can’t,” she yelled, her voice echoing off the black walls surrounding us. “If you can do it, then so can I!”
“Over. My. Fucking. Dead. Body.” I emphasized each word.
And I meant them. I didn’t care what I had to do.
“That’s too bad. Your little sister’s going to miss you.”
Then she tugged her arm loose and ran away from me. I started to go after her, but Rosie was at my side rubbing her hand down my arm.
“Everything okay, lover?” she asked.
I pulled my arm away from her, hating the way her touch felt. “No. Everything’s not fucking okay.”
36
CHELSEY
THE NEXT MORNING, I woke up embarrassed by my last conversation with Blaine and a beating headache. I couldn’t believe I’d confessed something so personal to him. I blamed it on the stage ride he’d given me, which made me so hot I spent the rest of the night squeezing my legs together.
The stage ride, mixed with the alcohol Lynn gave me, and the hurt I felt when I went looking for him and found him having raw, unadulterated sex with another woman, was a deadly combination for me. I found myself desperate and blabbing like an idiot about the things I wanted.
Pulling myself from my bed, I went into the kitchen to find Chelsey and Marshall making breakfast. I’d almost forgotten that I’d agreed he could spend the night with her.
“Good morning, Sunshine!” Lynn sang.
She was sitting on the counter in her pajamas while Marshall, the massive male stripper, stood in a pair of boxer briefs and fed her bacon.
I guess being a stripper meant you had no shame whatsoever with your body.
“Morning,” I mumbled.
“So, last night was crazy, right?” Lynn asked cautiously.
“The craziest,” I yawned.
I’d say whatever I had to, to shut her up. I didn’t want to talk about Blaine in front of Marshall. I didn’t want him running back and telling Blaine a bunch of stuff he didn’t need to know.
“Are you okay?”
“Seriously, I’m fine. It’s not a big deal.”
I changed the subject quickly, grabbed a cup of coffee, and went back to my room to get ready for my day.
Two classes and three cups of coffee later, I was falling back into my apartment.
Lynn met me at the door wearing a sexy, white dress and curls in her hair. Her makeup was perfection, and her smile let me know she was up to something else.
“Get dressed,” she said, clapping her hands excitedly.
“No. Not this again. Please, Lynn, I’m exhausted.”
“Trust me. You want to go back tonight. Blaine’s going to be there.”
“So, what? He was there last night. He works there.”
“Yeah, but tonight we’re going to make you look so sexy he won’t know what to do with himself.”
“And why would I do that?”
“Because it’s like a rite of passage or something. Every girl knows when a guy breaks your heart, you have to get him back. What better way to do that than to get sexy and flirt with other men. Stripper men. Sexy stripper men like my Marshall.”
I stood and stared back at her. She was crazy. There was no denying that. If she thought for even a second I was going back to that place she was seriously misunderstood.
“No,” I said adamantly.
“Yes. Seriously, go get a shower. This is happening. I need this, Chelsey. I need you to get back at him,” she begged. “Plus, we’re only staying for an hour. We have dinner plans tonight.”
“We do?”
“Yep. Just me and you.”
“You’re going to drive me to drink, woman,” I said, dragging myself down the hall to my room.
“Good. A few drinks is just what you need.”
Three hours later, and I was sitting at the bar at The Golden Banana, wearing a black dress that was entirely too short, and a pair of Lynn’s hooker heels. I had a face full of makeup on, and my hair was pulled up and curled. In an hour, Lynn managed to turn me into her.
I sipped my drink and nodded my head to the music as I pretended I wasn’t nervous. It was amateur stripper night, which meant lots of laughs for Lynn and me. I actually found myself having a good time. I don’t know if was the shots we were taking, or the fact that I hadn’t seen Blaine the whole time I was there, but I laughed with Lynn and actually relaxed. I didn’t even notice we were still there an hour past the point when we were supposed to leave.
“Another!” Lynn shouted over the music as she pushed a shot glass in my direction.
“To a lifelong friendship. I always got your back, girl,” she toasted.
I held up my shot glass with a smile before I shot it. The liquid barely burned on its way down.
“You know what?”
“What?” I giggled.
“You should get up there,” she said, pointing to the stage where an older woman was busy pulling her shirt over her head.
“Yeah. I think not.” I laughed.
“I’m serious. If he can do it, then why can’t you?”
The last conversation I’d had with Blaine flew through my mind. Hadn’t I said the same thing to him?
“I’m not going up there and stripping,” I said, taking another sip of my drink.
“Ah come on, Chels. You’d look great up there.”
I opened my mouth to disagree, when Blaine’s voice broke into our conversation.
“Chelsey doesn’t have what it takes. Never has. Never will.”
I turned on him. “Excuse me?”
“That sounded a bit like a dare if you ask me,” Lyn
n said at my side.
She covered her grin behind her cup, before she turned his way and narrowed her eyes at Blaine. I was starting to worry she’d have too much to drink and break her promise and start some drama with him.
“You heard me. You won’t do it. You couldn’t even if you tried.” He snorted. “You wouldn’t last one minute up there.”
“Oh please. How hard can it be to dance around a stage with all your business hanging out?”
The minute the words left my lips, I knew he’d counter.
“Fine, rich girl. Put your money where your mouth is. Let’s see you get up there and shake your ass.”
I swallowed hard. What had I gotten myself into? There was no way I was getting up there and stripping. But then Blaine said the magic words.
“I fucking dare you.”
I downed one more shot from Lynn, and turned toward the stage. The tall heels suddenly seemed too hard to walk in, but I meant I was getting on that stage. I didn’t care to dance a whole song. As long as I lasted at least a minute.
Once I was on the stage, I felt like I was going to puke. The lighting changed in my eyes, and the music felt too loud. Looking out into the crowd, there suddenly seemed to be more people in the room. They were staring at me, waiting for me to move, but I couldn’t. I was glued to the spot.
Looking out across the crowd at Lynn, my eyes met Blaine’s. He smiled smugly up at me and shook his head. The asshole.
So, it was with a new resolve and a stomach full of shots, that I began to move my hips. The crowd started to cheer, which only pushed me to move a little more. I danced to the music with closed eyes, running my hands up my body and losing my fingers in my hair.
I bit into my bottom lip in an attempt to be sexy, and bent my knees, opening my legs and letting the entire front row get a view of my panties.
The crowd exploded. Men who came in for amateur night whistled, and the ladies in the crowd egged me on.
My fingertips teased the bottom of my dress, and I pulled it up a tiny bit, giving the crowd a peek at my thighs. I was moving slow to the fast music, but it seemed to be working.
Then my eyes met Blaine’s again, and I gave him a cocky smile as I ran my fingers down the side of my neck and licked my lips.
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