The Dirty Truth, Secret Obsessions Book 1

by Ashley Cole

  Diamond entered the dressing room wearing a black dominatrix outfit with a matching whip. She was up next and was excited until she saw the look on Chanel’s face. “What’s wrong doll-face, who upset you? I’ll kick their ass!”, she yelled. “I’m okay”, she replied, “I’m just tired of being treated like a piece of meat.” “It kind of comes with the territory Hun, but I know what you mean. Hang in there, you’ll get used to it.” Chanel stood up thinking the hell I will, I’m getting out of this place if it’s the last thing I do. Standing up she began getting dressed, throwing on a pair of ripped skinny jeans and a red t-shirt that read ‘Stop staring at my tits!’ “Yah whatever, I gotta go”, Chanel replied holding up two fingers.

  Making it to the back-parking lot, she handed the valet her paper ticket waiting for him to pull her 2015 pink Camaro around. “Did you make sure to take care of my baby?”, she asked jokingly. “I sure did ma’am”, he replied smiling and stepping out of her way so she could get into her car. He was such a gentleman she thought as he shut her door. Or maybe this was how men were supposed to treat a woman and she didn’t know the difference, thanks to her father, she thought.

  She pulled out of the parking lot, not quite ready to go home, so she went for a ride instead. Nicki Minaj’s Champion was on the radio and it was perfect for how she was feeling. Cranking up the volume, she allowed her subwoofer to give her a much-needed massage as the base began thumping through her leather seats.

  Her mind wandered to her half-sister. She wondered if she would be open to helping her and mom out of their current situation. Probably not, she thought, rolling her eyes. The last they’d spoken, Naomi had invited her to Manhattan, but she didn’t know about all that. She was into all that fashion mess. Not that she wasn’t but she had to admit she was a little jealous, not that it was her fault their dad was a piece of shit. Here she was stripping to make ends meet and her older sister was rich living the good life. Her own father ignored her existence, so from her perspective life didn’t seem fair.

  She noticed her phone was flashing, but her music was blaring so loudly she never heard it ringing. “Hey girl”, she answered, realizing it was her best friend Kristina. “Are you off yet?”, Kristina asked. “Yah I just got off, what’s up?” Kristina asked her to stop by parents’ house because she had a surprise for her. Chanel couldn’t believe Kristina was still living with her parents. She could understand if she was helping to pay a few bills here and there but Kristina was ALWAYS in-between jobs and her main goal was to stay high as a kite. All she did was wake up, smoke marijuana, mooch off her parents and go back to sleep. Oh, and she ate occasionally. Shaking her head, she let Kristina know what kind of night she’d had and that she’d be there shortly. “See you soon”, Kristina replied.

  Chapter 5

  Checking the dressing room, Noah realized Deja-Vu had already left for the evening. He kicking ‘Mr. I’m shit-faced’ out, he wanted to make sure she was okay. He knew Deja wasn’t her real name. He also knew that a beautiful classy woman like her didn’t belong in a place like this, not that he was judging. He wouldn’t have been working there either if he didn’t need the extra money. Walking towards the back of the dressing room he saw Diamond changing her outfit. “Have you seen Deja?”, he asked. “No, she left a few minutes ago, and she was highly upset. I don’t know think she’s coming back. I found her ass sitting on the floor right there in tears after I got dressed. She said something about being tired of feeling like a piece of meat. If she’s going to make it working here, she’d better get used to it. I guess she forgot this was a strip club and not McDonald’s”, she said seeming annoyed.

  “Whatever”, Noah mumbled, as he walked out before cursing her out. He was not about to converse with her ghetto ass. Diamond had zero class and he felt she belonged in a place like this. Deja-Vu didn’t belong here and he told himself the next time he saw her he’d make sure she was ok and ask her out for dinner. He wanted to get to know her. He felt protective of her and he barely knew her, hence he wanted to protect her if she’d let him. Sighing loudly, Noah wondered how he’d felt so strongly about a woman he’d just met but he guessed he’d deal that issue later.

  Noah didn’t make nearly as much money as he’d liked to as a construction worker so working as a bouncer helped pay the bills. That was his one and only reason for working at Taboo. He was a pretty big guy, so he used his strength to his advantage. He figured he’d work there until he made enough money to open his Cajun restaurant in Manhattan.

  Noah was a chef who had so many goals for his future and he planned to accomplish every single one of them. Two more hours he thought as he headed back up front to make sure things weren’t getting out of hand. Too much Cognac mixed with a club full of horny men seeking beautiful women wasn’t always a good mix. If he were honest with himself, he was clearly growing tired of having to throw men out for being disrespectful. Standing near the stage he watched closely making sure the girls were ok. He noticed a guy getting a lap dance in the VIP section dance from what seemed to be his lover/friend.

  He then realized the gentleman receiving the lap dance was his next-door neighbor. “Man, are you serious?”, he said seeming amazed. Noah strongly disliked his neighbor. His neighbor was the reason he was never able to get any sleep. Noah wasn’t a hater but he sometimes wanted to knock on his door and curse him the hell out. He would always keep everyone up having sex all night. Noah secretly wished his neighbor would stay out until seven am to guarantee his rest once arriving home. Knowing it was wishful thinking he got back to work.

  His mind quickly wandered back to Dej-Vu as he surveyed the room. He wondered how she got into her current situation. He could tell she was very intelligent and thought she was fine as hell. He couldn’t get over the fact that she was stuck in this dump make money while these slobs drooled all over her. He felt she deserved to be cherished and pampered, and she deserved to be woken up to breakfast in bed. Maybe, if she allowed him to, he would show her how beautiful she was to him. He’d treat her like the queen she was.

  Snapping him out of his daydream, Noah heard a fight breaking out. Some muscle head punk had just hit another guy over the head with a bottle of Cîroc. They seemed to be fighting over Tiffany again. She was one of the dancers assigned to the VIP section. She was a beautiful girl but he knew he’d never fight over a woman, only his future wife. Running towards the brawl, he grabbed the first guy escorting him out while his co-worker Larry grabbed the other. Shaking his head, he laughed out loud at the reason they were fighting. They had the nerve to fight over who Tiffany would dance for first. Did it matter, he thought. It wasn’t like they were going anywhere anytime soon. Those same guys were here every day waiting on the same chic.

  Heading back inside he couldn’t believe how some men could allow their lust for a woman to push them to do stupid shit. There were too many women in the world to fight over one. The owner Doug, walked up to him thanking him handling the issue and asked him when his shift was over. “I have one more hour, what’s up”, he asked.

  He asked Noah if he wanted to go out after his shift was over. He declined the offer letting Doug know he had to go to work in the morning but would hit him up next time. They fist bumped and Noah made his way back to the side of the stage. He was so glad he only had one hour left. He was exhausted and looking forward to getting at least six hours of sleep without having to hear sex all night.

  Chapter 6

  The drinks were flowing, the music was thumping through the speakers and the dancers were gyrating to the beat. Taboo was on fire tonight and Raphael Carter was having more fun than he’d expected to. One of his English students, Jasmine, invited him to Taboo Gentlemen’s Club, along with a few of her friends. She obviously didn’t know he was gay, which meant he hid it well. When he was initially invited, he thought, what the hell, no one knows anything I don’t want them to know. Besides, it wasn’t like he had a slew of friends begging him to hang out.

  The few friends he once
had, stopped calling, annoyed at the excuses he came up with every time they asked to hang out. Still, he was tired of staying indoors worried about what everyone else thought. It was time to live a little, he’d just have to make sure he didn’t get caught doing anything his parents wouldn’t approve of.

  Originally, he thought hanging at a gentlemen’s club would be awkward, unlike The Abbey, which is where he’d occasionally hang out with friends he had more in common with. However, after a few drinks and great music, he felt right at home. Of course, the men here were probably more interested in what was wrapped around these polished poles, but they were still nice to observe from a distance.

  “Ladies, are you ready for another drink?”, he asked smiling trying to ignore the men that accompanied them. “Hell yah! We want more!”, they yelled bursting with laughter. “Shots for everyone! Be right back!”, he yelled, heading towards the bar. Raphael’s eyes scanned the bar, in search of anyone who seemed as out of place as he felt. Regretfully, he spotted his next-door neighbor, who to his surprise, was one of the bouncers. He’d never gotten his neighbors name, not wanting to “shit where he ate” per say, but he was sexy as hell. “Damn”, he said licking his lips.

  His neighbor probably loathed him and had every right too. Raphael wouldn’t be winning any awards for being the ‘Most Considerate Neighbor’ any time soon. Especially if you valued sleeping at night. There was always someone to warm his bedsheets at night and he didn’t hold back the pleasure he gave every single one of his lovers. It was typical of him to ignore his neighbors as the yelled obscenities while banging on his wall or door.

  Making sure he wasn’t seen, he wondered if his neighbor had seen him getting a lap dance from Jasmine. He liked to keep his personal life hidden from the public eye, but being seen with a woman was the least of his worries. If he was ever seen making out with the person he was interested in, he’d never hear the end of it.

  Raphael’s mother, Adelina, would heartbroken if she knew her one and only son was gay. He didn’t know how’d he’d hid the news from his family this long. However, he figured he’d continue acting as if he still hadn’t found “the one”. He tried dating women in the past, to please them, but there was never an attraction. He secretly knew there never would be. Women were beautiful creatures, but his deepest attraction was for men, young men. Raphael was thirty-two, but he’d been known to sleep with his young and wild students.

  It was something he still struggled with accepting, but he finally excepted who he was. Sadly, he knew he’d never be able to share this with his family. They were Christians and strongly believed a man should only be with a woman. Anything outside of that was a sin from the pits of hell. His dad was such a homophobic he’d probably try to beat him up. He sometimes wished he could run away from his life and live the way he wanted to but he knew he’d never be able to leave his mother.

  His prediction had been that his dad, Phillip, would never accept having a gay son. Phillip was African American and his mother, Adelina was Puerto Rican. He was easy on the eyes and wore his hair pulled back in a ponytail. The young guys loved to grab his hair during sex, he smiled reminiscing.

  Raphael had been thinking about going to visit his cousin Monty in Manhattan. It would be the getaway he needed, plus, he’d make time to hang out with his beautiful cousin Maddie. She was very intelligent and he knew when she grew up she’d make her father proud. Monty knew all about his lifestyle and always promised to keep his secret from their family. He never judged Raphael and he was very thankful. As for Monty’s ex-fiancé, he vowed to never speak to her again.

  She seemed sweet when Monty had initially introduced them, but since then she’d cheated on him, weeks before their wedding. He was baffled and couldn’t understand why. His cousin would have chopped his left leg off if Sharon had asked him to. Shaking his head, he chuckled to himself thinking some people can’t be pleased.

  Squeezing through the crowd, hovering by the bar, he ordered 7 shots of Patron for Jasmine and her company. Scanning the room one more time before arriving back in VIP, he spotted one of his students, who’d been helping him keep his neighbors up lately. Josh may have been having fun tonight, but he assuredly wasn’t at this club for the ladies. Once they made eye contact, he winked at Josh, nodding towards the private dance section, to meet up in five minutes.

  Raphael passed shots around the table, as the ladies made a toast. “Here's to the men we love, here's to the men that love us, and if the men we love don't love us, fuck them and here's to us!”, they yelled throwing their shots back. “Hell yah!”, Ralph yelled in agreement. Once the ladies were distracted and he could tell they were enjoying themselves, Raphael made his way to the Private Dance section glad they weren’t paying him any attention.

  As he made it to the back of the club he saw Josh patiently waiting, just around the corner. When their eyes met, they crashed into each other kissing roughly. Raphael loved the feel of his lips and he pushed him further past the curtains for privacy slamming his against the wall. He then gripped the back of his sex, sucking his neck hard enough to leave bruises. He began grinding his hips against Josh’s thigh, as their lips collided. Josh gasped at how good it felt. Raphael knelt in front of him, quickly clamping his mouth over the zipper of Josh’s denim jeans and began yanking his pants below his waist.

  Excitedly he reached into Josh’s boxer briefs, while looking into his eyes. He grabbed his shaft slowly sucking pulling the head in and out of his mouth. Josh closed his eyes, moaning loudly, while throwing his head back. They were lost in the moment. There was no way it would be heard over the music, Ralph thought, not worrying about being caught. Lowering his mouth further until he could feel Josh at the back of his throat he sped up the pace.

  He didn’t know how much time they would have before one of the dancers would need to use the room. Plus, he didn’t want to get caught. He sucked harder and faster making sure Josh came before they left. Grabbing and squeezing his scrotum, he continued picking up the pace until Josh jerked into his mouth, orgasming. Lost in the throes of passion, he closed his eyes finishing him off. Coming down from the clouds, small moans escaped Josh’s lips, but he never noticed the gentleman approaching them. Raphael’s neighbor, the bouncer, had yanked the velvety red curtains open, and he was pissed.

  Chapter 7

  Scarlett felt relieved to dismiss her students from class at the end of the day. First, she said goodbye to Robin, who was one of the first-grade teachers, as she headed towards the back-parking lot. Stephanie happened to be leaving as well. “See you tomorrow!”, she yelled. But Scarlett was staring so hard at her breasts that she walked right into her car, toppling over. Scarlett owned a black Nissan Maxima. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, I can’t believe I just did that shit”, she whined hopping into her car. She felt like a huge klutz and prayed Stephanie didn’t witness her catastrophe. “Get it together Scarlett!”, she yelled throwing her hands onto the steering wheel.

  Putting her car in reverse she pulled out of the school parking lot praying she didn’t do any more damage before making it home. As she made a right turn into Rye suburbs a blue Porsche almost crashed into her car. “What the hell asshole!” she yelled flipping him off. It looked like the gentleman that lived a few houses down and she made a mental note to curse his ass out the next time she saw him.

  Attempting to calm down, she continued driving until she pulled into her driveway. Scarlett owned a two-story 3-bedroom house. Her neighborhood was very quiet and tucked away just the way she liked it.

  Walking towards her front door she decided she’d take a nice long hot bath and have a glass of Moscato before calling Naomi. “What a day”, she said exhaling loudly as she unlocked and opened her front door. After shutting off her alarm, she nearly tripped over Lola. “What in the world, how do you keep getting out of your cage girl?” Lola was a Yorkshire Terrier and she was a beauty. Apparently, she was also a magician.

  She began checking to make sure Lola hadn’t c
hewed up any of her personal belongings or furniture. The last time Lola had gotten out, she’d chewed up a pair of Louboutin pumps Naomi bought her. She was lucky she wasn’t given up for adoption, Scarlett thought. She was a shoe fanatic and everyone knew that Louboutin’s were a very expensive. Fortunately, she could take them to a shoe repair store, ending up paying a pretty penny, but Naomi never knew the difference.

  After opening the back door, allowing Lola to play in the backyard, she headed into the kitchen to pour herself a glass of red wine. She then made her way upstairs to run her bath water. She couldn’t wait to soak in her new bath tub. Scarlett had just purchased a beautiful Cast iron clawfoot tub with imperial feet. As she placed her gold trimmed wine glass on the counter, she lit a few Scentsy candle and turned off the bathroom lights.

  She heard Lola squeeze through her doggy door and run up the stairs. Lola already knew what time it was, Scarlett thought, as she watched her lay down beside the bathtub.

  Scarlett began stripping down to her birthday suit, but as soon as she lowered her foot into the bathtub, her phone began to ring. “Dammit!”, she yelled, remembering it was downstairs in her purse. Throwing on her Victoria’s Secret bathrobe, she ran back down the stairs to see who was calling, hoping it wasn’t her mom.