by Naomi West
Cutter’s hand slapping my hard on the back snapped me right out of my little fantasy.
“Yo, Tiger,” he said, “is that the girl from the other night?”
“Yeah,” said Mace. “That one you banged?”
I bristled at hearing Mace talk about Nikki like that. Then the reality of what they’d said sank in.
“What the hell are you guys talking about?” I asked, wondering just how the hell these guys knew just what was on my mind.
“Right there,” said Mace, pointing towards the long, purple-neon-outlined bar at the front of the club.
I’d recognize that figure anywhere. Sure enough, talking to the bartender, her back towards us, was none other than Nikki-fucking-Naylor.
Just the girl I wanted to see.
The half dozen or so of my crew seated around me turned and stared at me with wide eyes, all of them waiting for my reaction.
“Holy shit,” said Mace. “What the hell is a girl like that doing at a place like this?”
“Bet she’s applying for a job,” said Cutter with a scheming smirk on his lips. “Boss gave her a taste of the bad girl life, and now she’s hooked.”
The boys let out a laugh, high-fives all around.
“Seriously,” said Mace, “what do you think she’s doing here, boss?”
I took a quick glance at the girls still dancing in front of us, and I could tell that they were a little bemused at not being the center of attention.
“No fucking idea,” I said, getting up out of my seat. “But I’m gonna find out.”
I took a wad of bills out of my pocket, peeled off a few hundreds, and handed them to Mace.
“You boys have fun,” I said. “I might be a little occupied the rest of the night.”
Cutter smirked.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he said.
My eyes locked onto Nikki. I started off towards her.
“You look a little lost,” I said as I approached her.
The expression that flashed on her face then was something else. It was relief and excitement and passion all at once.
“There you are!” she said.
Then she threw her arms around me. It felt very, very nice to have her body pressed against mine. The scent of her air rushed up into my nostrils, and I let my hands fall onto the curves of her hips. And there was something else too, something that I wasn’t expecting—a warmth spread out from my heart. I wasn’t just happy to see Nikki’s gorgeous body again; I was happy to have her near, to hold her in my arms.
It was fucking strange, to say the least.
“I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” she said, stepping back out of my arms, her face washed in the blue glow of the neon lights, the bass thumping around her.
“I did give you my number,” I said. “That tends to be how normal people communicate.”
She looked away sheepishly.
“I, um, sweated it off that night.”
I let out a snort of a laugh. The urge to bust her balls was strong, but I was too pleased to see her again to want to give her too much crap.
Her face turned grim.
“What is it?” I asked. “I’m getting the real fucking distinct impression you didn’t just pop in for a social call.”
Her eyes shot around furtively, as though she was on the lookout for people who might be listening in.
“We need to talk,” she said.
“Fine,” I said. “Then let’s get somewhere private.”
I leaned across the bar and let the scantily-dressed girl on the other side know that I’d be borrowing one of their private rooms. She nodded in the affirmative and slid a key over to me.
“Follow me,” I said.
I gave a quick nod to the rest of my boys, letting them know that everything was fine, before heading through the gaudily-lit backdoor of the club. Nikki and I weaved through the hallway leading to the private rooms. Strippers and their clients were here and there, and through the small, circular windows that looked into the rooms, I could spot the girls giving lap dances and … other services to their lucky guys.
We eventually reached our room and I used the key to unlock it and open the door. The small space was dimly lit with soft, bluish-red light that covered the soft, plush furniture in a strange, almost alien glow. A stainless-steel pole reached from floor to ceiling in the center of the room, and a small box of sex toys was in one of the corners.
“Sit down,” I said, pointing to one of the loveseats.
Nikki nodded and complied. I took a seat next to her, the heat from her body palpable against my skin. I had to fight back the urge to take her right then and there.
“Now tell me what all of this is about,” I said. “And get right to the important shit.”
“Um,” she said, looking down. “My dad found out about you and me.”
“What?” I asked. “How the hell is that possible?”
“Well, you remember how when we … did what we did in the elevator, there was that security camera in the corner?”
Oh fuck.
“The one I told you not to worry about?” I asked.
“That’s the one. Turns out we should’ve worried about it. Someone got a hold of the footage and sent it to my dad.”
I was taken aback at that.
“So someone sent your dad footage of you and me fucking?”
“That’s one very blunt way to put it,” she said. “But yeah. And that’s not all—whoever sent it told my dad that he has to pay them a shitload of money or he’s going to put the tape on the internet.”
“Fucking hell,” I said. “I bet Pops is just thrilled about that.”
“Not even close,” said Nikki.
“I mean, I don’t know what kind of fuckin’ suitor your dad has in mind for you, but I’m gonna guess it’s not a guy like me.”
“You think?” asked Nikki.
“Go on,” I said.
Then a thought struck me.
“Wait a minute,” I said. “How the hell did someone get into the security footage? All that shit’s kept on computers that’re locked up tighter than Fort Knox; it’s not like swiping a camera tape from the back of a 7-Eleven or some shit.”
Nikki shook her head.
“No idea,” she said. “My dad’s trying to figure it out; that’s why we’re here. He knows the owner of the place and he’s going to try to get to the bottom of who’s blackmailing us.”
“Rough scene,” I said, crossing my arms and sitting back. “And that’s why you came here? To let me know that you and your pops are in some deep shit?”
Nikki looked down, her hair falling onto the sides of her face as she wrung her hands. There was something she wasn’t telling me.
“What did I say about letting me know the important shit first?” I asked, my voice taking on a stern tone.
“It’s just …” she said. “I don’t know how to tell you the next part.”
“Here’s how you do it,” I said. “You open your mouth and make the words and say them. Tell me. Now.”
That did the trick. She looked up at me with those big green eyes of hers, a look of tension on her fucking gorgeous features.
“Well, after you and I … you know, I went to bed that night thinking I’d forgotten something important. Turns out it was the condom.”
Oh shit. She was either going to tell me she’d just given me the clap, or that I’d given her … something else.
“I’m pregnant.”
The news hit me like a cannonball fired at point-blank. My eyes went wide and my mouth opened slightly.
“You’re sure?” I asked.
“Sure as hell. I took a pregnancy test and everything. And I’m late. Plus … I can just tell.”
“And you know that it’s mine?”
Nikki flashed me a glare. I could tell she didn’t really appreciate the suggestion that she was a floozy.
“No offense,” I said. “But you’re an exception to the kind of girls I usu
ally hang around with.”
“I guess we are at a strip club,” she said.
A strange feeling took hold of me. If someone would’ve told me months ago that I was gonna knock up some girl, I would’ve viewed it as a death sentence. Now, however, with Nikki sitting next to me, all vulnerable and sexy, I felt something else. I was … happy—excited, even.
All the different kinds of excited, to be exact. I felt my cock twitch in my jeans. Something about all of this was turning me on beyond belief.
“Are you mad?” asked Nikki.
I wasn’t. Not at all. If anything, I felt more alive, more filled with purpose. Nikki wasn’t just some girl who I was more sweet on than most—she was the mother of my child. A deep, almost animal urge to protect her braced me.
“No,” I said, slipping my arm around her lower back and pulling her close. “Not even a little.”
Nikki glanced down at my arm in mild surprise.
“Just what do you think you’re doing?” she asked as my hand moved down lower and lower, finally coming to a rest on the top of her ass.
“I’m showing you just how happy I am about the news,” I said. “Now come here.”
Then I kissed her, hard.
Chapter 16
Nikki
I wasn’t sure what kind of reaction I expected, but it wasn’t this. That’s not to say I wasn’t very, very happy that this was how Tiger had chosen to take the news. He kissed me hard, his manly, rich scent flooding my senses and drawing me into an intoxicated stupor. I set my hands on his big, brawny shoulders and fell into the kiss, letting Tiger take me wherever he wanted.
His hands moved up my hips, slipping under my shirt and onto my skin. With a quick motion, he pulled my shirt up over my head and tossed it to the other side of the room
“I’ve been thinking about this for a long while,” he said as he placed his lips on my neck and began kissing me hard.
“Same here,” I said. “I’ve wanted it so goddamn bad.”
His lips moved up along the slope of my neck, kissing the sensitive skin behind my ear.
“I’ve got a little more in mind,” he said.
“Eager to see what that is,” I said, feeling myself get wetter and wetter by the minute.
Tiger reached around my back and undid my bra straps, my breasts tumbling out. A long sigh escaped my lips, and I was more than ready to surrender to Tiger in every way possible.
He didn’t waste any time getting me good and naked. Tiger quickly undid the button of my jeans and pulled them off, my hips shimmying out as he left me in nothing but a lacy blue thong. Then, as I kicked my shoes off and worked the pants off of my feet, he slipped down my panties, leaving me totally naked.
Once I was stripped bare, he leaned in and kissed all over me, starting with my breasts and gradually moving down, down, over my stomach, along my hips, and over the little bit of trimmed hair above my pussy. I knew just what he had in mind, and I couldn’t wait.
Tiger moved down to the ground, and as he did, I took hold of his jacket and slipped it over his shoulders. He flashed me a sly look as he reached down, grabbed the hem of his tight, white T-shirt, and yanked it off, his dark hair mussing as he did.
I let my eyes drag over his toned, shredded physique, my mouth positively watering as I looked over his toned abs, his taut, strong chest, and his oh-so-thick shoulders. Tiger flashed me another sly look before turning his attention to my pussy.
He started by kissing along my inner thighs, each press of his lips against my skin sending out an explosion of tingles through my body. Slowly, teasingly, he moved towards my swollen, wet lips. Each second that it took for him to get to where I wanted them seemed like a damn eternity. And I could tell that he knew that he was ratcheting up the anticipation to the point where I was about to be driven totally wild.
Finally, I felt the touch of his mouth on my lips. I let out a long, pleased sigh as he touched me, his fingers moving up along my legs and coming to rest on both sides of my cunt, pulling my lips apart. The first touch of his tongue against my clit was beyond compare. A crackle of pleasure ran through my body as he lashed and sucked my pussy, the wet sounds of his lips and tongue against me filling the air and mixing with the low thumping of bass from the main dance floor.
Tiger then slipped a pair of fingers into me, my pussy by this point so goddamn wet and that he was able to enter me effortlessly. The twin sensations of his tongue on my clit and his fingers inside of me were absolutely divine, and I could already feel the stirrings of an orgasm deep below.
“Oh God,” I moaned, running my hands through his thick hair. “Just like that. Don’t stop, don’t stop.”
He didn’t seem to have any plans to. His movements were in perfect synchronicity, his fingers moving in and out of me, his tongue dragging over my pussy in a sublime, expert fashion. The orgasm that had been brewing broke loose, rushing through my body and filling me with hot, incredible pleasure.
I moaned and thrashed, my hips moving from side to side as he brought me to the ecstasy I craved. And by the time he was done, I was ready for more.
Tiger rose up from between my legs and dragged the back of his wrist over his mouth, wiping away the juices. He gazed at me with hard, narrow eyes, and I could tell from the massive bulge in his jeans that the time for foreplay was over.
He undid his belt buckle, the metal jangling as he pulled open his pants, his enormous, thick prick springing out to greet me. I didn’t think it was possible to be even more turned on than I already was, but the sight of his hard cock, coupled with knowing that that giant thing was seconds away from being buried deep inside of me, pushed me to the limits of complete and total arousal.
Tiger stepped out of his boots and kicked off his jeans before taking a step towards me. But instead of grabbing my legs, spreading them wide, and plunging his prick into me, he instead took a seat on the couch next to me. His cock pointed straight up into the air, and looking at the size and girth of the thing I couldn’t believe that I’d been able to fit it inside of me.
Seated on the couch, Tiger glanced over at me. I didn’t need a verbal command to know that he wanted me on top of that cock right at that very moment. Flashing him a sensual glance, I moved over him, straddling him and wrapping my hand around his prick. I closed my eyes and savored the feeling of his warm, hard dick in my hand. I stroked it slowly, taking in the sensation of all the contours and ridges.
Then, holding it straight up, I lowered myself slowly on top of his cock. His head entered me first, and for a brief moment, I worried that he’d be just too big for me, that there was no way that I’d be able to accommodate all of him inside of me. But I remembered that I’d been able to do it before, and that I’d surely be able to do it again.
I took each inch of him into me, the feeling of Tiger’s prick entering me bit by bit, akin to being impaled in the most erotic manner possible. A high squeal escaped my lips as I took in the last couple of his inches, and by the time he was fully buried in me, I was ready to get on with things.
“Goddamn,” said Tiger, his arms stretched out onto the back of the couch behind him, his eyes locked onto my body. “Your pussy feels so goddamn good.”
I would’ve said something about just how delicious his prick felt inside of me, but I was so racked by pleasure at that moment that I could hardly speak. So I decided to let my body do the talking for me. Placing my hands on Tiger’s shoulders, I leaned forward and began to grind on his cock. My eyes closed once again, I took in the feeling of his prick moving inside of me, his hard flesh sending out pulses of pleasure through my body.
I rocked my hips slowly, gradually building my speed bit by bit. With a quick toss, I threw my hair behind me, giving me a full, unobstructed view of Tiger’s gorgeous, godlike physique. His muscles flexed as he held strongly onto my hips, guiding me just where he wanted my body. His hands soon slipped along my curves coming to a rest on my tits. He gave them a gentle squeeze, kneading the ripe flesh and teasing my
nipples with his fingertips.
Damn, even when I was in the driver’s seat he knew how to please.
The pace of my grinding picked up, and soon I bounced on top of him with wild abandon. A second, more powerful orgasm stirred in me, and with each penetration I moved closer and closer to total, blissed-out delight. Tiger’s face tightened with pleasure, and I could tell that his own orgasm was approaching. I wanted to time it just right so that he and I came at the exact same moment.
