“Let’s head out to where the campus is. I’m going to find me some Kentucky State pussy.”
Noah shook his head but proceed down the lane to exit the ranch. “I don’t know why I agreed to this.” With a pregnant wife at home I couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t want to go out and sample the grass. I mean, it’s got to get boring being held up on the same property day after day. Since they’d been traveling the year before because of Shalan’s music career, I figured he’d be itching. Besides, she was gaining weight. Why not go out and at least look around? Even when I was with Reese it was okay as long as I didn’t touch.
“Don’t be such a pussy. Take your man card back and live a little.”
Noah took offense. “I’ll have you know my man card has always been in my possession. When you’ve got the perfect woman at home, you won’t need to go out to be satisfied. I’ve got everything I need waitin’ in my bed at night, and now there’s a little one on the way. Nothin’s better than that.”
Ethan and Jake were mumbling in the back, probably running their mouths, agreeing with Noah. “Y’all are pussies. For real.”
Forty minutes later we were sitting outside of a pub frequented by University students. It wasn’t on the campus, or even near it, but apparently still popular. As eager as I was to get inside, I saw a sign flashing in the distance, and recognized what it implied right away. A fluorescent glow of the silhouette of a woman caught my attention. “Um, is that a strip club?”
“Yeah,” Ethan replied. “I’ve been there a couple times.”
“Damn. Do they have a good selection?” My mouth was already watering, while I secretly peeked back at the expression on my brother’s face. “You three little bitches can hang out in this bar, so you won’t have to beg your women for forgiveness. I’m going down the road, because I answer to no one.”
I figured my pussy whipped brother would be the first to like my idea, but I was very wrong.
“Hey, don’t count me out. I’m up for the strip club.”
“Yeah right. Reese would cut your balls off.”
Noah and Ethan laughed while Jake crossed his arms and cocked his brow. “Reese trusts me. She knows I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize our relationship. You’re going to need to work harder if you’re thinking that will keep me away, bro.”
I rolled my eyes and got out of the truck, feeling defeated again. “Whatever. Let’s get going then.”
Noah and Ethan followed behind, while Jake kept up with me. I think he could tell I was eager to see some beaver, but he didn’t say much about it. In fact, I preferred it that way since he’d once again brought up his perfect fucking girlfriend.
After paying the cover-charge, I narrowed in on the stage, determined to get a front and center position. I wanted to be close enough where I could see the beads of sweat dripping down her titties while she danced.
When I turned back to look for Jake I saw him at the bar, ordering us beers. After checking my wallet for singles, I found a booth seat and sat back just as one dancer was finishing her routine.
The music changed, and so did the atmosphere. The crowd became rowdy, whistling and carrying on for the next girl to come out. I looked to my left and saw a guy calling something out. He leaned toward me. “Have you seen this next girl yet?”
I shook my head. “No. She seems popular, though.”
“Let me tell you something. I’ve been around the block a time or two, and this chick has it all and then some. I come here to see her. Every Friday night I’m in this seat, forking over enough to get her to smile at me. She’s that good.”
“Damn,” the music began to get louder, and I knew she’d soon be out on the stage. My brother slid a beer over and climbed into the booth next to me, followed by Noah and Ethan. While I was enthusiastic about the upcoming performance, I watched my brother pull out his phone and look down at it. I could tell from his grimace that he was either reading a message or sending one. Just to be a dick I took mine out of my pocket and shot Reese a message.
I can’t believe you’re okay with your boyfriend being in a strip club, especially with the cowgirls they have in this state. Don’t worry. If he hooks up with one of them I’ll be sure to let you know. – J
I slipped it back in my pocket before he’d even noticed what I’d done.
Only seconds later I saw him react to another message. I waited for him to acknowledge me, while holding the shit-eating grin on my face. Jake was annoyed, and I had to admit that it made me happy. I’d succeeded in pissing him off. He wasn’t unbreakable. If I kept at it he’d leave.
While Jake continued trying to talk his way out of the predicament with his girlfriend, I turned my attention back to the stage. The lights started changing colors and then I saw her for the first time.
She was wearing a corset that almost forced her tits out of the top. Her short skirt left little to the imagination, and I couldn’t wait to see what she was hiding behind the masquerade mask that covered her whole face. One of her first moves brought her leg up straight to rest against the pole. Right away my dirty mind caught onto that flexibility and what else she’d be able to do with it. Her head flew back, only to come up sporadically. Her leg lowered and she twirled around on the brass pole, tying one leg onto it and spinning. After swinging until she was free, she crept toward the front of the stage, stood up, and swayed her thick hips side to side. The stripper’s arms lifted above her head before her hands came down tracing over her breasts.
She dipped down and pulled on the front string, loosening the top. Only inches of black leather kept me from seeing whether her nipples were worth a quarter, or a whole silver dollar. No matter what, I knew they were real.
The dancer swayed her body and then fell down to the stage floor, rolling around and raising her sexy long legs up toward the ceiling. She spread them out, displaying another position I’d like to get her in. Quickly, she spun around and shot back up on her feet, twirling while freeing her tits from that corset. Her manicured fingers covered her nipples. I licked my lips in anticipation. She was teasing everyone in the room, but I was taking it personal. In this moment I wasn’t in a club full of horny men. It was me and this faceless chick.
Finally I saw them; the most perfect set of double-D’s to ever exist. With the pull of her arm the skirt flung off, leaving her in only a G-string. I turned to make sure all the guys were catching this fantastic show, but noticed right away that Jake was still on his phone while Ethan and Noah were leaning over talking to each other.
I shoved my brother in the side. “Dude, are you catching this?”
He kept typing. “Yeah, she’s great.”
“Whatever. You don’t even know what color hair she has. Fucking whipped ass.”
I wasn’t going to waste another second on those fools, not when this woman, who was absolutely going to be in all of my dreams, was dancing in front of me.
The next thing I noticed had me even more intrigued. She danced closer to the edge of the stage, crouching down right in front of me and shaking her boobs all around. If it were permitted I would have liked to lean forward and give her a motorboat. That’s how awesome her rack was.
For the second song in her performance the music slowed down. She tiptoed over to the pole and spun around slowly. Then, with her back against it, she started playing with herself, reaching her hand down into that little G-string. “Holy fuck,” I said loudly.
The guy who’d warned me of this performance pushed me in the arm. He pointed in her direction. “What’d I tell ya?”
I stuck my thumb up, making sure to turn my focus back to the chick.
The next time she crawled to the edge of the stage I was already feeling the bulge in my pants coming to life. Her eyes were fixed on mine, and a half-smile formed across her face as she licked her plump lips.
While she was close I got a good look at her smooth skin. She’d oiled it up so it glistened against the lights. Just as it was getting good, right when I felt like I had
her attention, the music ended. The stripper gathered her things, collected her tips and exited the stage to prepare for the next act.
The thing was that I didn’t want to see anyone else dance. That first chick had me fully turned on, and I knew what I had to do next.
I pulled my wallet out of my pocket and started counting my money. When I realized I only had two twenties, I realized it wouldn’t be enough. I wanted a lap dance, and this chick deserved a good tip, so long as she let me stick it in those thin panties.
I nudged my brother. “Give me some cash.”
“What? I’m not a fucking bank.”
“Dude, give me a damn twenty.”
“That was the first dancer. You can’t spend it all at once,” he argued.
Then I saw her out of the corner of my eye. She was coming out into the crowd. While her mask was still on, I could tell her eyes were bright blue. I stared at the way she greeted everyone she passed, accepting tips on her hip. Then our eyes met, and that bright smile came back. I knew I wasn’t mistaken after it’d happened for a second time. With her index finger she motioned for me to follow her. I looked over at my brother, who still wasn’t paying attention, and then decided to slide out the other side.
I heard my cousin asking where I was going as I sauntered away from the table. Wouldn’t he like to know?
She led me to a back room, where little booths were set up with cushioned flat seating. I knew the rules. Touching wasn’t allowed, so I kept the money low on my lap. She stepped in my direction and spoke before doing anything else. What she said shocked the hell out of me. “Are you Jake or Jax?”
“Come again?” Did she really just say my name? This couldn’t be happening. It had to be a wet dream. Soon I’d wake up and have to change my sheets like in middle school. Thank God I lived alone, so I wouldn’t have to explain why I immediately needed new bedding to my parents, especially my dad, who never let up about it.
“You don’t remember me? It’s only been a couple months.”
Now, I’d like to say that I was paying close attention to her words, trying to figure out who she was, but her tits were up in my face, and if I opened my mouth the only thing that would come out would be drool.
She looked down at what I was obviously staring at. “Oh, hang on.” The chick walked away, only to come back with a boa covering her small bikini top, just enough for me to stop staring. “Is this better? Sometimes I forget it’s a little weird for people I know.” Then she took off the mask and it all made sense. I did know this girl. I’d met her when I was with Reese, at the hotel for the championship football game, the night I’d caught her with my brother. This chick was Jake’s supposed date.
“Holy shit.”
She giggled. “I’m guessing you’re Jax.”
I was so flabbergasted I didn’t know what to say. “Yeah, that’s my name.”
“I’m Amber, if you don’t remember.”
“I do, remember that is. I never forget someone who looks like you,” I lied. “So does this mean I don’t get a dance?”
She ripped the boa off and wrapped it around my neck, pulling me closer to her chest. Her lips were so close to mine. “I’m working, and my boss is pretty strict, so if you’re paying, you get what you came for.”
I forked over the money, like a kid paying for a first kiss. “Show me what you got.”
She took her stiletto and drug it over my groin. “Baby, you can’t handle all I’ve got. Sit on those hands and I’ll get started.”
While I leaned back on my elbows and began watching my private dance, I suddenly realized that for at least ten minutes I hadn’t thought about Reese, or even my brother. Maybe it was the tits. Whatever the case, I could have paid her to dance for me all night, and enjoyed every minute of sitting on my hands.
What I knew for sure was that this chick was going to go out with me, even if she didn’t know it yet.
Chapter 4
Jax
There I was, at the strip club, getting the best lap-dance in the history of exotic entertainment. What made it even better was that this chick was already an acquaintance, and she wasn’t playing a fair game with my head, or dick in mind. She had to know I was into her, obviously bringing me back into this room so I could get my jollies on.
While Amber swayed her body around, grinding against me, I was overwhelmed by the fact that it had been so long since I’d been with a woman. Sure, that first month after Reese I went a little crazy, but I hadn’t touched a pussy since I moved to Kentucky.
I don’t know what got into me, but I freed my hands and narrowed in on her hips. Immediately she slapped them away, backing up so that she was out of reach. “No touching.”
Sulking would have been a better reaction than attempting the same rouse again. As she spun and bent over, I let the palm of my hand course over her flawless skin. Her body shot up, and when she turned to face me I could tell she was offended. I threw my arms in the air. “Sorry. It’s a habit.”
She shoved them down and moved until her body was against mine. “This is my job. There’s no touching. That’s the rules. You can either abide by them, or get up and get out.”
To be honest, it was a rarity to be rejected. I took it personally. “What if I’d like to see you out of this club?”
“I don’t date guys that I dance for.” Obviously she’d had a ton of offers. Someone that looked like her didn’t walk around without getting noticed. You’d have to be homosexual, no scratch that. Even gay guys would notice this chick. Hell, she might even be able to convert them back to straight.
She swirled around like a beautiful milkshake in a blender. “That’s not very fair. I wasn’t given the rules beforehand.”
“Sorry about your luck,” she revealed.
I kept quiet, absorbing the essence of being this close to her. The game was on, and I didn’t lose. I never lost. She could play hard to get, standing behind her own rules, but I’d find another way inside of those walls. I just needed to be patient and wait for the opportunity to present itself. “My brother’s here too. I bet he’d like to say hi.”
She seemed to cheer up. Even thought it rubbed me the complete wrong way, I had to appreciate that he could be my way in. “I’d love to say hello. Once I get done with you, we can go hunt him down.”
While watching her bend over, hoping to get a glimpse of her naked pussy, I kept talking. It was the only thing preventing me from standing up hard as a rock. As much as I’d like to stay back in this booth with her for hours on end, I knew my time was up. Amber stood up and straightened her hair. She was paying no attention to me, probably because so many guys stood up with an embarrassing predicament between the legs.
After giving me ample time, I got to see her cobalt eyes as they stared into mine. “It’s great to see you again, Jax. What brings you to Kentucky? Did you always plan on moving here? I’ve been at the farm a couple of times to see Christian, but she never mentioned you being there. Do you live somewhere else?”
“No. I’ve got a place on the ranch. You should come by sometime.”
She smirked, but held her ground. “Like I said before, I don’t date guys I dance for. It’s a rule I keep. Guys get protective. They want me to stop working. This job pays my bills. I’ve got one more class to pass and then I’ll have my first degree. After that, I’m out of this town.”
It was obvious she wasn’t from around this area, because her accent didn’t exist. People from Kentucky carried a twang to their voices. Amber’s was more nasal than anything else.
As we walked out to meet the other guys, I felt like every man in the place was envious of me. It was another solid reason I knew this girl was a perfect fucking ten. One way or another I would nail her, even if I had to work my ass off to do it.
The look on my brother’s face when we came strolling out of the back, Amber all smiles, was indescribable. He appeared to be in utter shock, or maybe in awe. It was possible that he was kicking himself in the ass for not hitting it
when he had the chance. This chick was clearly hotter than Reese, who easily was rated at a high nine.
Jake slid out of the booth and approached us. “Amber. Holy shit. I didn’t know you worked here.” Maybe it was me, but I found it peculiar how he refused to look at her awesome tits. A part of me wanted to see him getting into trouble, so that I could instigate another fight between him and Reese.
“You never asked. Did you move here too? Honestly, I never thought you two would be back in the same room again,” she proclaimed.
“No. I’m just visiting my brother, and we’re actually working on mending our relationship. It’s why I came,” Jake admitted.
“He’s trying. I’m ignoring,” I added.
“Well, I think you two should forgive each other. You can’t help who you fall in love with. Studies show that being around someone frequently promotes attraction.”
I flashed her a shocked face. She sounded exactly like Reese when she said it. There was no way.
“What did you say your major is?”
“Psychology. My dad’s a doctor. It’s in my blood I suppose. I still have a lot of classes until I have my medical degree, but I’m almost done the first step.”
I tried to laugh off the fact that I was attracted to another woman who’d spend every second trying to read me. “What does your daddy think about you taking off your clothes for money?”
She snickered. “There are some things my daddy doesn’t need to know. Besides, they live in another state. My parents think I’m a bartender, and I don’t correct them. I live by strict rules, and as long as I stick to them, I can only benefit from this occupation. I’ve got plenty of extra study time, and a nice pad that I’m proud of. Plus, I never claim my tips as my income. I know I probably should, but how are they going to know if my tits make a twenty or a one?”
I knew for a fact that I’d forked out over fifty since I’d first laid eyes on her. “Good motto.”
Amber looked from Jake and then back to me. “It’s uncanny how much you look alike.”
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