“Yes, yes. I know the rules, Jake. Now let’s get this night started.” I can’t help the excitement in my voice. I bounce up and down with anticipation, hoping to God I don’t do anything stupid.
“Now, first things first. You will need some liquid courage.” Then he opens a flask and I can smell the whiskey. I shake my head while plugging my nose. “Come on, D! You just agreed to the rules. Besides, I’ve never seen you drink.”
“That’s because I haven’t.” Jake doesn’t care. He only holds the flask in his hand, leaning it toward me. “Can I at least have something fruity?”
“Hell, no! I said liquid courage, not lame girly drinks. Now toss this back.” I take the flask in my hand and smell the opening. Yeah, big mistake as my gag reflex awakens. “Let’s go, cupcake!”
Glaring my eyes at Jake, I tip my head back and pour the liquid gasoline in my mouth. I sputter and gag, but I manage to swallow it down. “That was disgusting. How the hell do you drink that?”
“Lots and lots of practice. Come on; let’s go!” We run to the street, hailing a cab. Jeremy tells the cab driver to take us to the Stratosphere hotel.
Thirty minutes later, we take the elevator ride to the top and look at the views of Las Vegas. The lights are breathtaking, and from here you can see every part of the strip.
Jake yanks his tie off his neck and covers my eyes.
“What are you doing?” My nerves are in overdrive as the adrenaline pours over me.
“That’s for you to find out.” We finish going up to the top, and when the blind fold is off, I’m seeing a sign for bungee jumping off the one hundred eighth floor of this hotel. Oh, my God, what have I agreed to do? I immediately want to pee my pants. I look over to Jake and he’s smiling with delight.
“Absolutely not! I can’t do this!”
“Well, I just paid two hundred bucks to do this, so yes you are.” He grabs my hand and pulls me over to the gentleman hooking everyone up in the cords. I am freaking out, more so than the night he took me for the first drag race. This is dangerous taken to the extreme. Anything could go wrong.
As we wait in line for another thirty minutes, and I’m shaking the whole time, Jeremy is on his phone, opting to sit this adventure out. When I argue it should be all of us, Jeremy reminds me that this is between Jake and I.
Finally our time is up, so we stand outside the platform, getting suited up for our deaths. The instructor is reciting the dos and don’ts as he attaches Jake and me together. I’m praying silently now. God, please don’t let me go splat. Oh, please.
Jake smiles his wicked smile as he guides me in his arms onto the jumping platform. I’m shaking uncontrollably, but I’m not cold. I’m burning hot and really wish I would have taken another sip of liquid courage.
He connects his eyes with mine. “Are you ready, D?” I shake my head no when Jake lifts my chin with his hand and whispers, “All you have to do is trust me.”
All the worry dissipates and floats away as I look in Jake’s eyes and know, without a doubt, he will never do anything to harm me.
I stand up on my tip toes, kissing him on the cheek and reply, “I trust you.”
Then we fall. I don’t scream. I only hold him tighter as we free fall one hundred and eight stories. It’s a life changing moment. Plummeting down to earth, I realize how much I love this. I’m letting myself go and shedding everything I’m expected to be, living in the now—the now with Jake. I feel alive. I feel free.
We are suspended upside down while being hoisted back to the platform. I can feel his breath on my neck, and when I pull back, the biggest smile is on his face. “I missed this. I missed us doing stuff like this.” I nod in agreement, unable to speak just yet. My stomach is still in my throat. “I promise this is the most extreme adventure. The next one is just as exciting, but on an entirely different level.”
We make our way back into the cab and take off down the strip. Jake ties the silk fabric around my eyes again, preventing me from seeing our next adventure.
Soon we come to a stop and Jake helps me out of the car. I can hear the club mix over the speakers and I instantly get excited. I love going to dance clubs because I love to dance. I don’t need booze to start shaking my hips with the rest of them. I can feel the energy coming off this place and the vibration of the bass as we pass through the doorway.
“Can I take this off yet?” I’m so excited, I could just scream. Marybeth will be green with envy when I tell her I went dancing at a hot Las Vegas nightclub.
“Not yet!”
I hold Jake’s hand in a death grip while we wind and move then walk up a million stairs until we finally reach the top where the music has changed. The song is still full of life, but it’s not nearly as loud as the downstairs.
“Now?”
“Hang on, D.” He guides me over to a plush couch and sits me down. “Okay, now!”
I yank my blindfold off like a five-year-old does with the wrapping paper on Christmas morning then blink several times to make sure we are in the right place because Jake must be out of his mind if he thinks I’m going to sit and watch a bunch of strippers.
“Are you kidding me?”
Jake is laughing hysterically and Jeremy joins in. I am sitting on a beautiful, plush couch in a private VIP room, with a small stage and two girls dedicated only to us. “Come on, cupcake. We’re in Vegas. I’ve paid an ass load of money to be here for two hours on New Year’s.” He kisses the top of my hand then chuckles. “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. So live a little!”
Jake flashes a fifty dollar bill and a topless brunette saunters over to the three of us. “Not for me.” He points to his brother and she begins to grind on his lap. Jeremy is in heaven. The grin is huge across his cheeks as he mouths thank you to Jake while the dancer dry humps his groin.
This is blasphemy! I cannot be in a Las Vegas strip club watching my friends get lap dances from tramps while I am forced to watch. This is not fun, not fun at all.
“I don’t like this.”
Jake leans into my ear and says in a warm, seductive tone, “This isn’t for me, cupcake.” I snap my head up and watch him as he flags the other dancer over to our direction. “What happens in Vegas, right?”
I watch a very beautiful Hispanic woman stalk her way over to me. She is wearing a gold sequined thong and matching six inch heels. Her breasts are small, very perky and real. While “Blurred Lines” comes booming through the speakers, she swings her hips in time to the music as she makes her way closer to me.
I lean forward, dump something clear in a glass and then tip it back. I cough as Jake curiously raises his eyebrow. “I need more liquid courage.”
He releases a big laugh, handing me dollar bills just as the sexy woman stands before me. I put my hands under my legs and turn my head to the side, not wanting to be so close to her breasts. When she kicks off her shoes and stands up on the couch, Jake motions for me to give her the dollar bills and I take another shot of poison then shove the money in her thong.
I keep putting the money into her panties until it’s gone, but I can’t help noticing her perfectly firm rear is in my face. Wow, I’m amazed by this. I’ve never seen a rear look so hard in all my life. I find it fascinating.
Then she dips down to the floor in a stealth-like move. Very acrobatic and smooth, again very impressive. I now have fallen into a trance with this woman. She is exotically beautiful, can have any man she wants, and she works at a strip club. It seems wrong to me. Poor little creature.
I’m off in my own little world when I get slammed back into reality. The two perky mounds on this woman’s chest are right in my face, and she’s straddling my lap while gyrating her hips onto my lap. Jake is just sipping on his drink, enjoying the show and Jeremy—well, he’s in a whole other world with the other dancer. It looks like they’re about to have sex in front of everyone.
Needing more courage, I snatch Jake’s drink and guzzle it down. By the time the song is wrapping up, my stripper ha
s flipped backwards, doing a handstand while completely spreading her legs open for the world to see. Again, I’m blown away by her ability to move so gracefully.
“Jake Evans, I can’t believe you did that to me.” He is only laughing when I stand to my feet and teeter to the side. My head is swimming, which I can only assume is from all the liquid courage.
I walk over to the dancer and compliment her on the dancing. “Wow, that was very impressive,” I say as she secures her top back over her breasts. “No, I mean it, how do you do that? You must work out a lot.”
“Yeah, it helps to be in shape, but you don’t look so bad yourself. I bet you could do this. Are you interested in dancing?”
“I love to dance, but I’ve never done your kind of dancing.” My face reddens as she nods her head and laughs quietly.
I look over to Jake who’s in a conversation with Jeremy and the brunette. I wonder if he does this often. I wonder if I could do this. Then a devilish plan formulates in my head.
I take another drink of my liquid courage and ask the cute little dancer, “Do you have “All American Nightmare” by Hinder?”
She nods her head and I pull her in close for my plan.
Jake
Tonight has been an exceptional night. Delilah and I are having the time of our lives in Las Vegas, making this trip one I will never forget. Bungee jumping with her in my arms has been awesome, and now, watching her get a lap dance from a stripper is enough to make my dick break the zipper of my pants. She is funny at first, trying to disappear into the couch, but then Delilah does what she does best by making the most out of an awkward situation. She even makes friends with the stripper when she’s done.
I watch as Delilah whispers and giggles with the woman, acting like their old pals. Holy. Shit. Maybe they really do know each other. Now that would be hilarious.
Jeremy slips in the back with his little honey and I’m sure he’ll seal the deal before we leave. Not that strippers normally sleep with their clientele, but my brother has his ways. He’s an Evans after all.
Delilah says she needs to use the bathroom and she follows her stripper friend, leaving me alone in a private VIP room. Jeremy said the only thing he wanted to do is plow a striper in Vegas, so I got online and booked a private room in this top club. I’m nobody, but any place will take massive amounts of cash, and boy have I provided it. I’ve spent my entire earnings from this summer on tonight’s fun-filled extravaganza. The strip club is more for my brother—giving us two hours as a high roller in a popular Vegas club—than Delilah, but I’m not going to lie, saying I haven’t enjoyed seeing her get a lap dance.
This night is perfect and seeing the look on Delilah’s face makes it worth every dollar.
The stripper takes to the small private stage and moves around slowly, seductively. Delilah is still in the bathroom and I start to get concerned. Maybe she’s puking. She did have a lot to drink for a lightweight. I watch as the dancer just circles and circles the stage, using the pole to guide her around the stage as she slowly moves to the music. It’s not very entertaining and I stand to go find Delilah when Hinder blasts through the speakers.
Storming her way from backstage is Delilah, and gone is the sweet little Southern girl and in walks a vixen.
Delilah is dressed in an outfit that resembles her pinup girl costume except it’s all black. She’s wearing a satin garter belt, holding black stockings, and her sexy heels from the wedding. Her hair is loose and bouncing in waves around her back as she grabs the pole and pops her ass up then begins to swing her hips, putting me in a trance. She dips and slowly comes up as she pumps her hips in time to the music.
Who the fuck is this woman?
Then she walks around the pole and practically starts to have sex with it before hooking her leg around and spinning.
Pinch me now! Someone stab me with a goddamn fork because I’m done. My dick is aching as I watch my best friend and country square crawl across the stage like a panther.
She kicks off her heels and repeats what the striper from earlier has done to her. Then, standing in front of me, Delilah bends down and pushes her huge tits in my face. I want to dive in, but I don’t. Her hips keep the rhythm, and by the time the song is over, Delilah is straddling my lap, grinding her ass onto my cock. It’s the best three minutes of my life. I can die now.
She’s breathing hard as she climbs off my lap and picks up her shoes. “Be right back, Jakey.” Then she walks out, hand in hand with the stripper.
What the hell just happened?
I’m so confused. I need to move. Fuck, I need a damn drink. I pick up the bottle of vodka and slam it down. It was never my intention to get drunk tonight, but I need to calm myself after that. That has been the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
I start walking, pacing the room, talking my hard on down.
Minutes later, Delilah has transformed back into the girl I recognize and acts as if nothing has happened. “Now what?”
I can’t muster up a single word. I try, but nothing comes. I’m just stunned. “Uhh… hotel?”
“Oh, good, I’m tired anyway. That was a workout.” She waves goodbye to her new friend and we walk our way out of the club. “Oh, what about Jeremy?”
Shit, I forgot about my brother. I pull out my phone and shoot him a text. He responds back, saying he’s gonna nail the Hispanic chick and I just laugh. He’s definitely living it up right now.
The cab ride is short and we finally make it to our hotel room. Presley and Drake are next door, probably fucking, and I really don’t want to hear that, so I turn on the TV and try to get myself under control.
“That was fun tonight. Thanks!” She walks into the bathroom with a bag and starts talking to me while rubbing white foamy shit all over her face. “I can’t believe I danced like that. I blame it on the liquid courage and have learned my lesson.” She finishes washing her face and brushing her teeth when she starts rummaging through her suit case.
“And what would that be?” I ask as I watch her tug at the back of her dress.
She’s trying to twist her body into a weird position to unzip the back. “That nothing good comes from drinking.”
“I beg to differ.” I walk over to her and reach around to her back, slowly pulling down her zipper until it’s within her reach.
We are so close right now that, if I move two inches forward, I will be kissing her. I’ve been craving to kiss her, so much so that I don’t want to do anything else with anyone. I just want one taste of her lips and one stroke of her tongue. My dick is throbbing just thinking about kissing her sweet, pouty lips. When she steps back and bumps into the wall. I take the hint and move myself backward, giving her some space.
“Oh, my God, if Emerson ever knew what I just did, he’d kill me.”
“Emerson is a stiff. He wouldn’t know what to do with you if you did do that in front of him.” I flop myself on the bed and begin flipping through the channels.
Delilah stands in front of the screen with her hands on her hips and her dress halfway unzipped in the back. “And what is that supposed to mean?”
“It means, cupcake, that he’s a square.” I set the remote down and stand to meet her eyes. “He’s boring and dull. He’ll probably only fuck you missionary style with the all the lights off while wearing his old man pajamas. I know for a fact he wouldn’t stick his face between your legs and taste the sweetest parts of you.”
The little spitfire erupts and the liquor only makes her bolder. “Jake! The crap that comes out of your mouth.”
“Do you want to see what I can do with my mouth, D?” I smile my trademark smile and she reddens instantly. She’s curious, though. She’s probably wondering if having her pussy licked is all that it’s cracked up to be. I’d be a lucky son of a bitch if she wanted to experiment with me. I’d show her exactly how good it can feel to have my face between her thighs. Then a genius idea sparks, and I’ll admit, it’s a dickhead move, but it’s genius nonetheless.
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��Well, you don’t know the first thing about Emerson.” She stomps closer to me like the little brat she can be.
“I bet’cha he’s a horrible kisser.” I start walking toward her and she backpedals until her back is pressed against the wall where she’s pinned by my body. “And fifty bucks says that I’m a way better kisser than Emerson.”
She stands tall, contemplating my bet. Her pride is too great and I know she’ll kiss me. She’s never backed down yet. “I’ll take that bet, Jake Evans. Prepare to pay up.”
I just nod my head up and down then move in. She holds her breath and I hold mine. This is it. The moment I’ve been waiting for since we met, since Memphis. I slide my hand up her arm, over her shoulder and cup her cheek. My other hand slips behind her, touching the skin where her dress is still open, and I lean in.
Soft and supple, her lips suck me in—electrify me. I’m almost brought to my knees with a simple peck of her lips. She’s amazing. We’re amazing.
I start out slow, savoring her lips and tasting her tongue. She doesn’t hold back when she opens her mouth for me and lets me dive in. I stroke her slowly, caressing, kneading and dancing with my mouth. When a small moan releases from her throat, encouraging me to keep going, I do. I keep moving my lips, capturing this moment I may never get again.
Her breasts press into my chest and her hands start inching up my chest. It’s as perfect as I have imagined it would be. Actually, it’s better. I’m a changed man. This very moment melded me to this woman forever. I shall want no other. Only her, only Delilah.
Just as we start picking up the pace, a beep comes from the door and my brother comes staggering in. Delilah pushes me off her before Jeremy can see what we’ve been up to and inwardly I am kicking his ass.
“Hi, Jeremy,” Delilah expels nervously then moves to the bathroom.
“Uh… did I interrupt something?”
I glare at my brother as I unbutton my shirt and strip down to my boxers. Jeremy does the same and climbs in his bed.
“Nah, man. I was just settling a bet.” I roll over, and closing my eyes, I savor the best five minutes of my life.
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