Styx (Walk Of Shame 2nd Generation #2)

by Victoria Ashley

  “Let’s hope he’s up first then,” she yells over the music, while fingering her dark hair. “This place is a little too wild for me.”

  We sit here for about ten minutes, before the first guy finally takes the stage. A gorgeous guy with tattoos and dark blonde hair humps his away across the stage, the women going crazy and screaming out the name Kash.

  I recognize his picture from the flyer that was on my truck the other night.

  He’s been on stage for all of five minutes and already owns every single girl in this room. Not one person isn’t watching this hottie get down and dirty.

  Once it gets close to the end of the song, Kash, jumps down from the stage and dances against a few women, before bringing one up to the stage with him to dance above her face.

  This is the first time that I’ve ever watched a male stripper, and I have to admit that it makes me feel sort of . . . hot.

  Even though I was here a few days ago, my attention was on Styx and Styx alone. He’s still the only reason I’m here now.

  When I look over at Mandy, her face is red and her drink is half gone already. “You going to survive over there?” I ask with a laugh. “Breathe.”

  She nods her head, keeping her eyes glued to the stage. “I had no idea that the strippers would be this hot. Most of the online videos have men with amazing bodies and not so great faces and I’ve seen a lot of videos.”

  I laugh at her confession. “Walk of Shame is the exception, I guess. There’s got to be at least one decent male strip club out there and it looks like we’re in it.” I elbow her and smile, holding my straw to my lips. “Let’s just enjoy the entertainment for a bit, even if Styx isn’t up till last.”

  She nods her head in agreement. “This Kash guy is pretty damn entertaining. So I’m enjoying. You couldn’t get me to leave now if you dragged me out that door by my hair.”

  Smiling, I sit back and enjoy the show, getting excited at the idea of seeing Styx dance. If he moves anything like this Kash guy, then I have a feeling that I’m going to like it . . . a lot.

  I can’t help but to hope that he spots me out in the crowd. For some reason, I want him to know that I’m here and to see his reaction to me showing up to watch him.

  Another guy comes on next, instead of Styx, so I get up from my seat and walk over to order us a couple more drinks and two cherry bombs to waste some time.

  A very tall, cute, security guard walks over and offers to carry my drinks for me when he notices me struggling.

  “I got it, gorgeous.” He grabs the drinks and smiles down at me. “Where you headed?”

  “Over there.” I point to where Mandy is practically standing to get a better view of the stage. “Thanks . . .” I stop and search for his name.

  “Kage. And not a problem. Cale would kick my ass if I didn’t offer to help a beautiful woman with her drinks.”

  He winks and then motions for me to walk first, then he sets the drinks down for us and smiles, before walking away.

  “He’s good looking too,” Mandy points out. “This place is full of hot guys. Why have we not come here before?”

  “Because the hospital is exhausting,” I point out. “Plus, I’m not sure what the hospital would think of their nurses partying it up at the strip club, waving cash at half-naked men. Then showing up for our shift, hungover and still fantasizing about the eye candy we saw the night before.”

  She laughs. “That does sound bad. Maybe we should keep this private. I’m not even telling Kayla about this because she has a huge mouth.”

  “Oh, we’re definitely keeping this between the two of us. Kayla is the last person who should find out. She’d run to that uptight bitch and have her on our asses, watching us even harder than she already does.”

  “Oh God. I’d have to find a new job then. Let’s forget out the hospital and just enjoy before my excitement gets stomped out by thoughts of them.”

  We’ve been here for thirty minutes now and Stone is now leaving the stage.

  Excitement courses through me at the idea that Styx could be next. I only saw three men on that flyer. Styx, Stone and Kash and we’ve already seen the other two.

  The next song comes on so I sit up straight and grab my drink, prepared to see Styx comes out, looking sexy and tempting.

  I’m a little disappointed when the other two guys walk out instead and start dancing on the main floor as if the individual shows are over for the night.

  “Where’s this Styx guy you were talking about? Is it his night off or something?”

  I let out a breath of disappointment and grab my drink, about ready to get up and drop it off at the bar to leave. “Maybe it is. Crap!”

  Mandy’s eyes shift to behind me and go wide when a pair of hands grip my waist. “Maybe not.”

  Quickly, I turn around to see Styx standing behind me, dressed in a pair of ripped up, faded jeans and a white tee, hugging his firm chest. “Couldn’t get enough of me?”

  A smile takes over as I watch him watching me. He looks extremely amused. “Thought I would catch a show and see what you’re made of.” I set my drink down and grab my purse. “Guess I picked a bad night.”

  He smirks and grips my hip when I try to walk away. “Or maybe you picked a good one.”

  Before I get a chance to respond, he grabs my hand and begins pulling me through the crowd. Girls grab at him from everywhere, screaming and going crazy, but he ignores them, stopping when we get to a hallway with private rooms.

  “What about Mandy? I can’t just leave her out there by herself.”

  “Kage is keeping her busy for the next twenty minutes.” He lifts a brow and smiles. “You wanted to see what I’m made of, right? Now’s your chance.” He leans in close to my ear, his breath hitting my skin. “Unless you think you can’t handle it. It’s okay if you can’t. A lot of women lose it behind these doors.”

  I nod my head in response, unable to form words that won’t sound stupid at the moment.

  Opening the door to the private room, he guides me inside and backs me up, until I’m sitting on a couch.

  I swallow and begin shifting in my seat as Pony by Ginuwine comes through the speakers, causing Styx to grind his hips and run his hands down his chest and abs.

  Between the darkness, the hot song, and his sexy dancing, I instantly break out in a sweat, needing to fan myself off.

  I can’t believe that I’m watching the hot guy from the gym strip right now.

  Moving to straddle my lap, he slowly grinds his hips against me, while running my hands down his body this time. Every dip of muscle feels so damn good beneath my fingers, that I find myself getting wet, just thinking about them flexing above me.

  “What?” he questions with a cocky smile. “Like the way my body feels under your hands?”

  Biting my bottom lip, I grab his nipple through the fabric and twist the bar a little. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t,” I admit.

  He leans in close to my ear and presses his lips against me. “Don’t be afraid to touch me anywhere you want. This is your moment to live out any hot little fantasy that’s running through your head right now with no judgement.” He thrusts his hips against me and grips my hair so damn sexy that my pussy clenches. “It’s just the two of us.”

  Pulling away from me, he sits up straight and yanks his shirt off over his head.

  My eyes widen when I take in just how glorious and beautiful his body truly is. Every tattooed muscle has me wanting to trace the outline for hours.

  I’d use my tongue on Styx.

  He surprises me by picking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist.

  Looking me in the eye, he backs me up, pressing me against the wall. Then he pins my hands above my head, thrusting me up with his hips as if he’s fucking me.

  I let out a little moan, lost in the moment, as he rotates his hips and slows down, looking me right in the eye. His eyes stay locked on mine as if he’s daring me to look away, but I don’t. I can’t.

 
He’s hard now and I can feel his thickness pushing against me.

  It’s so extremely hot that I can just feel myself getting wetter with each move of his hips and completely turned on by this man.

  Something about the way he’s dancing for me just seems so intimate and deep.

  I lean my head back and close my eyes, when I feel his lips press against my neck and his hands cup my face.

  It feels good so I allow it to happen for a few moments, until I feel his lips press down next to mine.

  “No,” I whisper, as I turn my face. “I don’t know you, Styx.”

  He seems to like this response, because he smiles as if I’ve just proved something to him. “Good.”

  Backing me away from the wall, he places me back on the couch and steps away to strip out of his jeans.

  My heart jumps out of my chest with excitement when I look down at his tight boxer briefs to see just how hard and huge that he really is.

  Stepping up on the couch, he grabs my hands and places them on his abs. He looks down at me, his ice blue eyes burning into me. “The song’s almost over.”

  I know exactly what that means.

  My heart races even faster, trying to decide if it’s right to do what I really want to do with his body.

  No judgement.

  With my heart racing, I slowly lower my hands and brush them over his large erection, being careful not to spend too much time on his dick, before gripping his thighs.

  The last thing I want to do is violate him and be one of those screaming women in the next room.

  He smiles down at me and climbs down from the couch, when the song ends.

  “Did you feel what you expected when first coming to my room?”

  I shake my head. “No. I felt so much more.”

  Standing up, I allow myself to check him out one more time in this no judgement room. “I wasn’t expecting it to feel so . . . I don’t know. It was good.”

  He laughs. “You wanted to see what I was made of . . .” he reaches for his jeans and slips them back on, leaving them undone. “That wasn’t all of me, yet.”

  We both just stare at each other, until the door opens and what appears to be another security guard, pops his head inside. “Cale’s looking for you. He’s about to leave so you might want to hurry.”

  He gives him a nod, while keeping his eyes on me. “Tell him I’ll find him in a minute, Kass.”

  “Sure thing, man.”

  Styx finally pulls his eyes away from me and runs his hands over his sweaty face. “I’ll see you around?”

  I smile. “Maybe.”

  He grabs his shirt and laughs, while backing up out the door.

  I release a deep breath and smile while fighting for breath.

  Seriously?

  Styx is insane when it comes to dancing to turn women on. He was definitely no disappointment.

  Feeling the need to get out of this place so I can breathe again, I rush out of the private room, fighting my way through the crowd to get to Mandy.

  I’m dragging her out of here, even if it has to be by her hair.

  Seeing Kash straddling her lap, I cuss to myself, knowing that I’m about to ruin her fun if I drag her out.

  I stand back for a few minutes and watch him grind against her instead.

  Holy hell, this man does it extremely well too. I’m getting hot again, just picturing Styx back in my lap, grinding me like that.

  As soon as Kash stands up and she shoves money into the side of his briefs, I yank her from the chair and drag her with me through the room, until we’re finally back outside where I can catch my breath.

  Holy shit . . . Styx’s dance was the hottest moment of my life and the wet dream that I’ll be having for the next week . . .

  Styx

  CALE PULLED ME ASIDE THE other night to offer me a couple days off from the club. He must’ve been able to tell how stressed I’ve been for the last week since business has exploded.

  I told him that I didn’t need time, but he kept pushing, telling me that the last thing he wants is to stress his guys out. He said if it came down to it that he could ask Hemy to take on a couple days to cover me.

  So I agreed to the next two days off.

  Pulling my motorcycle up to the second hospital that I’ve been to today, I kill the engine and set my helmet on the seat.

  I tried just sitting at home and relaxing for once, but it didn’t work out so well. Apparently, I have to always be doing something or else my mind goes places that it doesn’t need to be. Relaxing is out of the fucking question for me.

  Walking into the building, I step up to the information desk and smile at the lady when she looks up. “I’m looking for Meadow . . .”

  She immediately points down the hall, toward the elevator, enthusiastically. “Ms. Jenkins is on the third floor. Just go down to the elevators and then take a right once you get to the third floor.”

  I flash her a grateful smile, which causes her to blush and smooth out her blouse. “Thank you, Anne.”

  “Anytime.” She smiles back and then watches me all the way down to the elevators.

  Once I get to the third floor, a couple of young nurses walk by, checking me out and whispering not so softly, about the things they’d do to me.

  But the only thing I’m focused on is finding Meadow and seeing how she reacts to my ass just showing up at her work out of the blue.

  She surprised the hell out of me and I figured I need to return the favor.

  I walk down the long hall, peeking into the opened door rooms, until I spot Meadow changing the sheets on one of the beds, while chatting with her friend that was at the club with her last night.

  Smiling, I stand back and watch her work. It’s only fair after she did the same to me.

  “ . . . I’m not doing anything tonight. Going home. And going to bed. I told you.”

  “You’re trying to tell me that you’re not going back to the club tonight to look for Styx? You want to see him again. I can tell.” Her friend laughs. “You’ve had this look on your face all day . . .”

  Meadow’s head shoots up to look at her friend. “What kind of look is that?”

  “A one of longing . . . and horniness.”

  Turning red, Meadow grabs for a pillow and tosses it at her friend’s head. “Oh shut it! You don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not . . . you’re insane.”

  “Is she?”

  Both girls look over at the sound of my deep voice.

  Meadow tries hard to hide her smile, but there’s no mistaking the fact that she’s happy to see me here.

  “Yes,” she says, while pushing her friend away. “Mandy is extremely insane. So just ignore the words that come out of her mouth.”

  I raise a brow and look her over in her uniform, looking so damn cute. I can think of many ways that I’d like to strip her from it.

  “Maybe I like the words that are coming out of her mouth. Especially the ones about you.”

  Mandy clears her throat and begins backing toward the door. “I’ll be at the desk if you need me.” She turns to me and smiles. “I’m not insane. Trust me, I know how to read my friend.”

  “Mandy!” Meadow looks at Mandy with wide eyes and points at the door. “Go!”

  I wait for her friend to leave, before I walk into the room and greet her with a kiss on the cheek. “It’s good to see you.” I grab the back of her neck and look her in the eyes. “I’m not going to lie . . . I like what your friend was saying.”

  She lets out a small breath and turns her head away to hide her blush. “I’m surprised to see you here.” She continues on with fixing the bed. “Was I easy to find? Or did you use some special stalker skills?”

  My eyes lower down to her perfect ass when she bends over to tuck the sheet in. I’m trying really damn hard not to just walk up behind her and show her just how much she turns me on. “Doesn’t matter. I had all day to search and I was on a mission.”

  This causes her to laugh and lo
ok up from the bed. “That bored, huh?”

  She stands up straight to walk around me, but I block her with my body and slide both of my hands under her neck to look her in the eyes. She holds my stare and her breathing picks up as I lean in close to her mouth. “Spending time with you happens to excite me, Meadow. That doesn’t happen very often. Not many women can stay on my mind for longer than twenty minutes. You’ve been on mine for days.”

  I pull away and watch her throat as she swallows. “What are you doing in a few hours?” she questions. “Do you have plans?”

  Reaching out, I wrap a strand of her hair around my finger and then push it behind her ear, brushing my thumb over her cheek. “Picking you up from work and taking you on a ride. I want to get you alone.”

  “Meadow,” a male voice calls out from the doorway. “Everything okay in there?” He’s trying to sound concerned, but jealousy is evident in his tone.

  She sucks in a surprised breath, as I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her against me. I’m not worried about what he thinks, but it somehow feels like she might be.

  That tells me that she’s either talking to this guy or has in the past.

  “I’m fine, Jase. You can go.”

  I look up from Meadow, when his footsteps enter the room. “She said you can go, Jase. She’s perfectly fine in my hands. She hasn’t complained yet.”

  This pretty boy is the complete opposite of me: dark hair, dark eyes, no facial hair or tattoos from what I can see at least.

  He might’ve been able to show her a good time in the past, but that was before I came along.

  He flexes his jaw as he looks us over, looking heated. My arm is still around her waist, and she hasn’t made a move to change that. “I’ll be right outside if you need me.”

  Meadow nods and lets out a frustrated breath. “I said . . . I’m fine. You can go.”

  Jase sizes me up one more time, before he finally turns for the door and disappears.

  “Sorry about that. He’s just . . .”

  “Someone that wants you as badly as I do.” I release my hold on her and walk toward the door. I stop and look back at her, once I reach the door. “Looks like I’ll need to step my game up. See you soon, babe.” I wink and then walk off, looking Jase over as I pass him in the hall.