DARIUS

by Marie Skye

  DARIUS

  Marie Skye

  Copyright © 2018 by Marie Skye

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  Cover Design: Christine’s Cover Design (She’s on Etsy, seriously go check her out, you’ll thank me later)

  Formatting: Marie Skye (I hear she’s cool)

  Darius was originally published in SIX: A Men of the Strip Anthology December 2017, unpublished April 2018

  **No need for me to sit here and waste my time and tell you pirating is stealing. You should know this shit by now. You’re probably sitting here thinking ‘who cares’. You’re absolutely right. Who cares. I’ll also think who cares when your card is declined when you’re trying to buy food for your cat. Why would you starve your cat? You are rude as hell!

  Contents

  Introduction

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Epilogue

  Playlist

  Also By Marie Skye

  About the Author

  They call me Dare.

  At night you can find me on stage at the hottest male strip club on the strip. If you're lucky, I may even let you thank me for putting on a good show by putting your mouth to good use. Kidding...maybe.

  What am I up to these days? Glad you asked.

  Taking my clothes off at night to make a living

  Check

  Having a summer fling with a sexy AF raven haired babe

  Check

  Snagging a prestigious job at a private school

  Check

  Finding out that sexy AF raven haired babe is my student

  Check

  We're not talking college

  Wait a minute...

  What other crazy shit can I get into? Let's find out.

  They call me Dare. But my friends call me Darius.

  Be good to me.

  One

  I took a deep breath and checked my watch again. I had ten minutes. Ten minutes until my first class started. I smiled as I tucked the bag of cookies my elderly neighbor, Mrs. Harper, insisted I bring with me. She said it would bring me luck, or at least, a girlfriend. Since she was a widow and all alone, I did my neighborly duty by running as many errands as I could for her. In return, her goal in life was to fatten me up.

  I pulled out my phone again, glancing at the picture of the gangly sister of my childhood best friend, Denton, that I was supposed to be keeping an eye on. The message he sent was plain and clear. ‘Keep an eye on my sister, or I’ll fuck you up.’ I smirked. Noted. With those glasses, I imagine she wouldn’t be hard to miss. Or quite the opposite, in fact. I could count on one hand how many times she actually talked in all the years I’ve known them. Like me, Denton and his sister Dani were foster kids, bounced around from place to place. Never quite had that real family most people had, but you either make do, or you get over it.

  I chose to get over it, and made my own family. Eventually at least, and ended up making my family with five of the most fucked-up piece of shit brothers known to man. We laugh together, fight, and even have been known to throw a few punches at each other, and this is after we’re done shedding everything off, making sure our cocks are kept hard as we’re being every woman’s fantasy for a few hours up on stage doing things, they wish their boyfriends, and husbands would do for them at home.

  Since Denton and I were the same age, we were easy to get along with. Dani, on the other hand, was another story. She was mostly quiet, kept to herself, wore oversized glasses, had a bit of a snaggletooth, and always kept her head down when you spoke to her. I enjoyed teasing her because I liked seeing her blush and squirm. My goal in life was to make her blush. After a while, she just tagged along with us, sat in the corner, and read. Now that I think about it, I could barely remember her; it was such a long time ago.

  I took another deep breath. Was I nervous? A little bit. I was hired on as a teacher’s aide, with the chance of that leading to a permanent position. However, because things happen, and the teacher I was essentially aiding had a heart attack, I was asked to take on the actual job until a replacement was brought in. On a teacher’s aide salary, of course. I checked my cuff again, making sure they were both fastened. I couldn’t have any of my arms showing. If the head of the school knew my body was covered in tattoos, I’m almost certain he would ask me to leave…. after he had a heart attack.

  On second thought, the heart attack might come after he found out about my ‘other job.’ I just so happen to be teaching at one of the most prestigious private Catholic high schools in the state of Nevada, which just so happen to be on the cusp in the most sinful city this state had to offer.

  My phone beeped to an incoming text. I stole a quick glance at it, but not before smiling. Danielle. She was facing a mirror, spread eagle, with the tip of her manicured nail dipped into her glistening pussy. It was a little over 24 hours ago I was buried deep in that very pussy. I met Danielle two weeks ago. She basically appeared out of nowhere, and she was fucking dirty. Of course, one of the first times I saw her, my dick was in someone else’s mouth.

  I was just starting my shift at Six. I was wired, and trying hard to abide by the ‘‘no fucking the clients’’ rule. I’d already broken that rule seventeen times. Before I go on stage, I repeat the mantra to myself. Don’t fuck a client. It was just a matter of looking out at the crowd and taking a pick if you wanted to be honest. Who in the crowd wanted a quick fuck? Of course, the other five guys and I had an unspoken rule about crossing women, unless they truly didn’t care. Don’t fuck a client. But, you’d have to be really fucking stupid, if anyone thought that rule was actually followed.

  "How much time do we have?"

  I rolled my eyes as I pushed her down on her knees where she belonged. "Why don't you make that mouth of yours useful and put it around my cock, and stop talking." I leaned my head back against the brick wall on a moan, as I took a quick glance at my watch, before peering down at the blonde. Fuck, she was horrible. I was better off with my own hand. I really needed to stop doing this. I looked up just as the flash of dark hair walked across the alley. Third time this week. She never came into Six. I never wanted someone to come into Six so bad in my fucking life. I would even throw her a freebie. I finally pulled the blonde up, and she tried to lean in for a kiss. Seriously?

  "Why don't you go on in, I'll see you in a bit." I motioned towards the door, then pulled out my phone and acted like I was busy. She sighed before going back into the club, the music blaring when the door opened. I grabbed the rest of my beer and walked to the end of the alley, away from the noise, chaos, and lights that The Strip was everything it was known for.

  Believe it or not, I loved it here. I reveled in it, but I also enjoyed the quiet. I checked my watch again, and it was closer to ten. Always around this time, I always saw the same girl enter the crappy twenty-four-hour movie theatre across the way. And sure enough, there she was, taking a glance at the old as fuck movie posters outside of the theatre, as she pondered over which movie to see. A glass bottle breaking in the distance made her jump, and I instantly went on guard. I had no idea if she went in, meeting someone else. I didn’t know shit about her. But, I fucking wanted to. I watched her go in as I drained the rest of my beer. It didn’t take long for me to suddenly gain an interest in said crappy ass movie theatre because I
was very interested in her.

  So, what does one do when you work in the city of sin that never sleeps, and you need to wind down? You head to the movie theatre, that’s in an almost sketchy area that plays movies 24/7 with semi-decent popcorn, and you relax until your eyelids are about to shut. That’s where I first met Danielle. We were the only two in our theatre. The first thing I thought to myself was how a little thing like her was going to eat a jumbo-sized box of popcorn. She proved me wrong. She had the cutest snort she tried to cover up when she laughed too hard, which only made her laugh harder. Not to mention I fucking loved the way she said my name. Darius. Everyone always called me by my stage name Dare, or I usually preferred Dare, when I liked to play.

  Movies after midnight started to become our unspoken ritual. I started to learn a little about her each night. Not much, but just enough. She was here for school. But, that was our agreement. We didn’t want to share too much. She wasn’t looking for anything, and I sure as fuck wasn’t looking for anything, so there wasn’t any need to know anything more. We were just two people, comfortable enough around each other, to watch crappy ass movies and eat popcorn. We were always the only two there, and each night, I always moved a little closer. We kept it casual, although my dick wanted to do much more than that. She always walked home, which unnerved me, no matter how many times she reassured me. But one night, everything changed.

  I was running late and snuck in quietly. The air in the theatre was different. I could make out Danielle in her seat, but she was transfixed with the scene in front of her. Her breathing was heavy, eyes half-lidded. I chanced a glance at the screen. They were fucking. Not movie fucking, you know where it’s clearly fake. But actually fucking. Not porn. Unsimulated sex it’s known by. I’d seen this movie before. Love. And by the looks of it, Danielle was turned on. Instead of moving to her row, I went to the row behind her. I could see her nipples hardened into tiny pebbles under her dress. Her hand was gently teasing her thigh, inching higher and higher, until it was completely under her dress. I would bet the six hundred dollars I had made from tonight that she was fucking drenched. And I wanted to see it. I wanted to taste it.

  She gasped when I whispered in her ear. “You being dirty?” I grasped her wrist before she had a chance to move it. “Don’t stop on my account,” I continued whispering in her ear, even though we were the only two in the theatre. She softly moaned, and I about lost it. Her fingers continued to move, and the sounds she made were a clear indication of how wet she was. “Feels good?”

  She nodded, and I smiled. “Show me.” She paused before pulling her fingers from under her dress and holding her hand up. The lighting from the movie making her fingers glisten. I took her hand in mine, before putting them in my mouth. Fucking heaven. Her eyes widened briefly, as I sucked them clean. I wanted more. So much fucking more. Removing her hand, I kissed each finger. “Your pussy tastes divine Danielle.” Even with the darkness around us, I could still see her blush. I climbed over the seat and raised the armrest. She was still breathing heavily. We both were. “I want to see you.”

  She knew I wasn’t asking her. I was telling her. She held my gaze as she slowly stood up and lifted her dress over her head. My breath hitched at the sight of her. She was fucking beautiful. Her breasts full, hips thick, and a slight thickness in the waist. Exactly how a woman should be. Her skin pebbled from the coolness in the air. Before she had time to even think what she was doing could possibly be a bad idea, I reached out and pulled her to me, lifting her, so she straddled me. My lips crashed against hers. “You are so fucking beautiful; do you know that?” I shifted us to where we both could view the screen, but of course, why would we? I reached up eager for her tits, as I sucked one of her nipples in my mouth. She moaned as I went to the next one, as I pinched the other one with my fingers, pulling hard, and she gasped. The things I wanted to do to her.

  She rocked against me, my cock aching to be inside her, and my hands stilled her hips roughly. “Do you know what you’re asking for, Danielle? Because I like to play. Do you want to play with Dare?”

  Her cheeks flushed, as she bit her bottom lip and nodded. I grabbed both her wrists and jerked her where she was flushed against me. My lips brushed against her ear. “Then Dare me,” I whispered.

  And Dare me she did. For two weeks straight. We agreed, no rules. Just fucking. Same place. Same time. Every night. All of that ended just a few hours ago. She went back to her life. I went back to mine. Or rather to start mine. Seeing Danielle every night was probably the closest I’ve ever gotten to an actual relationship. Not that I would call that a relationship, but I sure as shit wouldn’t mind seeing her again.

  I heard the sound of voices on the other side of the door and exhaled sharply. Here we go. I opened the door, in preparation for the students to start filing in, and stood just outside the door. They were all dressed the same. The boys in their navy or khaki slacks with a white knit top. The girls had either a navy or plaid skirt, also with the same white knit top. After all these years, you would think someone would make these uniforms not look like shit. A teacher across the hall smiled at me before I walked over.

  “First day?”

  I nodded and adjusted my collar. “Don’t be nervous; they’re all well behaved. For the most part. But we have it easy. Twelfth grade.” She kept talking as students started filing past me into the room. I really wanted to say to her that I didn’t care, but I also had to remind myself to be professional. I froze as the scent of Magnolia wafted past me. I turned just in time to see the foot heels of a pair of Chucks, and the long strands of raven colored hair fly past me. It couldn’t be… could it? It was merely a coincidence.

  I froze.

  But what if it wasn’t?

  The bell rang, and I finally focused on the teacher that was still talking. “I should go, Mrs.…um…”

  “Miss,” she smiled as she patted her hair. “Miss. Barkley. You can call me Veronica.”

  “Of course.” I walked past her to my classroom. I could feel my heart pounding a hundred beats a minute. I grabbed the handle to the door and shut it behind me, as I walked in.

  I barely scanned the room, grabbing the attendance sheet. No one was paying attention to me. I was too busy being a nervous fuck anyway. I started going down the line, calling each student, until I got down to the letter B’s, for Delton’s last name looking for Delton’s sister, and a familiar laughter had my eyes darting up, and I froze. Fuck. Me.

  My eyes quickly searched the room, not wanting to see what I already knew. Sitting just a few rows from the back was Danielle. She sat listening to whatever story the people around her were telling her, smiling without a care in the world, as if I hadn’t just fucked her a mere 24 hours ago. None of the students were paying attention to me. Of course, I didn’t give two fucks about them. The person’s attention I wanted was smiling at whatever her friends were saying. I focused on her. Really focused on her. Not just what she had looked like with her lips wrapped around my cock, and not what she looked like right before she came, but really fucking looked at her. Her hair, her eyes, her nose, her face.

  You. Have. Got. To. Be. Fucking. Shitting. Me!

  I clapped my hands so loudly they echoed, and that had all the students quieting down and turning to me.

  “Bardot,” I called out. She barely did a full glance at me, and called out ‘here,’ before she spun her head around and looked at me so fast, I’m surprised her head didn’t fall off. I felt her watching me as I continued the rest of role taking.

  “I’m Mr. Knight.” I watched as Danielle’s eyes slowly met mine, and then widened. She slowly parted her lips into the perfect O. I kept my eyes directly on her, as if I was daring for her to look away. “I’ll be your World History instructor for the time being with Mr. Tomlin out. While my methods are similar to his teachings, I also appreciate variety, so you’ll be getting a lot of that.”

  I strolled to my desk and leaned against it. Danielle still had her eyes on me. “Th
ings I do not tolerate - Disrespect. You give me respect, and I’ll give you mine.” I could see from my peripheral vision, some of the students nodding. “Lying. I will not tolerate any type of dishonesty from any of you. If you dare to do it, I promise you,” my voice lowered as I narrowed my eyes at Danielle, “It will not be good for you.” She blinked.

  I finally turned my attention to the rest of the class and did what I was getting mediocre pay for.

  Ninety minutes later, the bell finally rang, and I let out the breath I was holding throughout the entire class. I watched Danielle slowly pack her things. Her friends were trying to talk to her, but she clearly wasn’t paying attention. Her attention was focused on me, and me alone.

  “I’ll meet you guys there; I wanted to go over something with Mr. Knight,” I heard her say. The other girls giggled, and I pretended I wasn’t paying attention as I cleared the board. A few seconds later, the door closed. I stood facing the board, even though I could feel her presence behind me. And fuck me, did it make me hard.

  I set the marker down before turning around. She played with her bottom lip between her teeth, as she looked everywhere but at me. I finally sighed. She shut her eyes briefly, before finally looking at me. “I didn’t know you would be my teacher.”

  I quirked a brow. “That’s what your concern was? That you didn’t know I was your teacher?” I lowered my voice, as I glanced to the door. “I didn’t know you were Dani! Little flat chested, toothpick-sized Dani, who read those club books about babysitters that never went past middle school, and I never understood why!” I started to pace. This shit could not be happening. I did not just spend the past two weeks fucking not only my student, but my best friend’s sister. I paused. Student. I slowly turned and faced her slowly looking her up and down. “I think we have a bigger problem, not just that I was fucking one of my best friends’ eighteen-year-old…”