by Luna Maye
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but all of the things I’ve heard about first dates say they’re awkward and uncomfortable. But here tonight, with you, I haven’t felt out of my element at all, it’s just like being at home.”
She felt him sigh against her neck, and his lips pulled up at the corners. “That means I’m doing a good job, because I want you to always feel at home with me.”
“It’s been a long time since I had a true home, although my place with the Honeys comes really close to claiming that title.” The Honeys were the first true family she had ever known and she was thankful for their love, support and trust every day. Until recently, their little club felt unfinished, like it was on its way to being their true home but hadn’t quite made it yet. With the addition of the new girls, she knew it wouldn’t be long before everyone was in sync.
“Tell me about your family. How did you end up with the Cheap Tricks?” Victor asked with no censure in his voice. He purely wanted to know so he could understand her better and not to pass judgment, which was a rare thing in her experience.
“Well, I was raised by my mom until I was six. She died in a car accident on her way to pick me up from daycare.” Mina had a few fond memories of her mother but they were faded with time and she was unsure how much was actual remembering and how much was aided by the handful of photographs she still kept. “She never listed a father on my birth certificate and she had no close relatives, so when she died I went into the foster system. My first few homes weren’t too bad. I was fed and clothed and mostly left to my own devices — which I didn’t hate. My last four years though, I lived with Miss Emily.”
She shuttered a little remembering that evil woman. She hadn’t been too abusive physically but mentally she had done serious damage to Mina’s self esteem.
“She was obsessed with perfection and looking back now I think she had some level of OCD.” She shook her head sadly. “I just never quite measured up to her standards. I wasn’t clean enough or dressed ladylike enough, my posture wasn’t as perfect as she’d hoped. She monitored my food intake and I had to weigh-in every week. It was just slow psychosomatic torture, day in and day out.”
She could feel Victor’s body tighten behind her. She knew he would not like parts of this story, but she figured it needed to be out in the open between them, so he would understand her insecurities and her strengths a little bit more.
“I knew I had to get out and my chance would come when I turned 18. One of my former foster brothers, Zach, had joined up with the Cheap Tricks and he told me about the benefits that came with being one of their club girls. In hindsight, I think he was just trying to get in my pants, but the allure of having a roof over my head, a guaranteed job and my meals paid for was more than I could have asked for, so much so I didn’t care about his motives.” She shifted a little in her seat and turned to look back at Victor, a little afraid of what she might see in his eyes.
“Does that bother you? That I spent five years of my life getting fucked three times a day by 20 different men in order to provide for myself?” She held her breath, waiting for his answer to break her, but knowing she needed confirmation whether or not this would be an issue in their future.
“Did they hurt you?” Victor said, real concern burning through his gaze. “If it was pleasurable for you or at least painless, like doing a job, then I don’t care beyond regretting that you spent those years without the love and attention you deserved. But, if they hurt you, then I’ll need to take further action.” His hands restlessly stroked up and down the smooth skin of her thighs, comforting himself with her presence.
“No, they didn’t hurt me. They didn’t normally make it pleasurable for me in any way and there definitely wasn’t affection, but I knew I was safe and provided for, which at the time was enough.” When the men of the Cheap Tricks started aging and moved on from their once rowdy lifestyle with wives of their own, her status as a club girl became obsolete. The president, Jag, offered her the land that now housed the Honeys as sort of a severance package and she would always be grateful for that.
“And now, what would be enough now?” Victor moved in closer, hugging his arms around her midsection and resting his head on top of her own. She examined his question, not having given it much thought before. Her focus was always on the other women, making the club safer, stronger, more profitable, more comfortable, the list went on and on. But for herself? What did she really need to be content in this life?
“I want to feel safe, secure and happy and I want everyone under my care to feel the same.” She paused then, taking the time to fully think through her desires. “For me personally, I just want to spend the rest of my life loving one person, knowing them completely, building the classic two kids, white picket fence dream. I want the opportunity to raise children in the kind of warmth and love that I never had. I think I could be happy forever with just those things.”
“Okay.” Victor shifted her up, so she sat crossways in his lap, her arms naturally winding around his neck.
“Okay what?” she asked as she settled into place, the heat of his warm body and the musky smell of his aftershave wrapping her in a cozy cocoon. She gave a small, discreet sniff and burrowed further in.
His lips came down, wrapping her earlobe in a soft, velvety embrace before he whispered, “Okay, I’ll be here to make it happen.”
15
Victor
It definitely was not going to happen tonight. Victor raised his steering wheel up a notch, trying to give his massive erection some breathing room for the long drive home. Mina was an absolute vision, her light grey eyes highlighted with smoky liner, her thick eyelashes pronounced against her sun kissed skin. That goddamn dress was driving him insane — every time the breeze blew he got a glimpse of the tops of her thighs or the cleft of her ass. And don’t even get him started on her obvious lack of a bra. The woman was a conniving seductress but he would not be tempted. He would stand firm.
He had promised the real-deal first date experience. Therefore, the plan ended with their first, full-on-the-lips kiss at her front door, which he had been saving precisely for this moment.
Nibbling her neck and caressing her forehead could only get him by for so long, but the plan for tonight was clear — he was just going to have to ignore the breathy little whimper she made when he accidently brushed her hard nipple as he buckled her into the truck. The way she kept shifting her thighs on the seat and curving her back to get more comfortable — neither of those things would faze him.
He was a man with a stone-cold, stick-to-it attitude when it came to plans. Iranian insurgents hadn’t taken him down and he damn sure would not be thwarted by the adorably hot woman looking incredibly aroused in his passenger seat. He absolutely would not.
He turned up the radio a bit, even though the quiet between them on the trip home was comfortable and quickly turned it back down. Was every song these days about sex? Jeez. A man couldn’t catch a break. He let out a sigh of relief when they pulled into the compound. It was time for Operation Earthshaking Goodnight Kiss. Yes, he had an epic codename for it. This woman deserved the time and detail that it took to codename a plan of this magnitude, planning and restraint.
He gently lowered Mina down from his truck but her dress got caught up in the seatbelt, leaving her barely covered lower half open and exposed to his hungry gaze. He let out a quiet little groan before she quickly fixed it, but apparently it wasn’t quiet enough because a small, soft smile and a blush graced her face as they walked toward her door. She turned toward him at the top of the steps, her back to her door, which she already unlocked.
“I had a really great time with you tonight, Victor. Thank you for making my first date so perfect.” She brushed her hair back behind her ears a little nervously, searching his eyes for confirmation on what their next move would be.
“Thank you for being willing to come with me. If I have anything to say about it, this definitely won’t be our last date.” She nodded, hope
shining bright in her eyes. “Mina, I’d like to kiss you before I go.” He leaned forward, searching her for doubts but only found deep, dark need and he heard a softly whispered ‘please’ as he continued his descent.
Kissing Mina for the first time was like his first breath of air at the beginning of a long drop. She tasted like mint and fire as he went softly for her bottom lip and then the top, tasting each with equal attention. He cupped her head with his hand, one thumb resting under her bottom lip as the other drifted down her waist to cup her butt. Her mouth opened to him on a breathy gasp and his tongue missed the memo about his chivalrous intentions, voraciously dipping inside to tangle with her tongue, pushing the kiss over into darker, more desperate territory. Her center was hot and damp pressed against him as she would her legs around his waist. He pushed forward, pressing her back hard against the door and giving her the friction she was desperately asking for. Just as he was re-evaluating making Operation Earthshaking Goodnight Kiss into Operation Earthshaking Goodnight Fuck, the door of the little house across from Mina’s opened and he heard Shelli say “Oh my damn.” He took a step back, gently disengaging from Mina a little, while still keeping her close. She felt too good against him to let go easily. Thank goodness someone had seen them or else he wasn’t sure if he would be able to stop. He breathed a sigh of relief just as he saw Mina put a hand on her doorknob and heard her call out “We’ll just take this inside.”
Oh no. Next thing he knew, Mina had pulled him through her door and he was pressed up against it on the other side, in much the same position she had been. She kissed her way down his neck, groaning into his skin. “Ugh, I’ve been waiting to get you all to myself for so long now. There’s always people around.”
She licked up the firm ridges of the front of his throat and continued her downward exploration of his body, running her hands under his shirt, her fingers warm and soft against his skin. Why couldn’t he move? Was he frozen like this forever in a perpetual state of erotic torture? What had he done to deserve that?
Mina looked up from where she rested, balancing in a crouch on the balls of her feet, her hands resting just above the button on his jeans. She palmed his erection through the denim, causing him to lose all rational thought.
“Oh my god. Did you name your plans for tonight Operation Earthshaking Goodnight Kiss? That’s the cutest, dorkiest thing I’ve ever heard. Ugh. Adorable.”
Wait a minute, how did she know that?
“Um, you’ve been whispering it to yourself over and over again since we came inside. I think you might be broken.” She looked up at him with supreme satisfaction at that statement, popping the button on his jeans and pulling down the zipper before she slipped her arms out of the straps of her dress, letting it pool around her waist and exposing her breasts to the cool night air. “Maybe I can make your plan even better.” She pulled his heavy cock out from his pants, the thick length snagging on the fly of his jeans as she worked it out. Brushing her lips across the dribble of cum already leaking out the end, she tentatively licked up the hot length, her eyes studying him, hotly eating up his reactions. It felt like he’d been hard for days instead of mere hours. When she opened up her mouth and took him in deeply, her cheeks dipping inward with hard suction, his knees buckled.
“Ohmygod, baby you don’t have to do this. I hadn’t planned on…uh…oh please don’t stop. Fuck. You’re taking me so well. It’s too big to go so far…oh…ohhhh.”
She pressed her right hand again against his left knee to brace it up and keep it from buckling and she alternated stroking his balls and pushing him farther into her mouth with the other hand. He let his hands drift over her head, holding her hair back tenderly from her face and stroking his thumb along the bottom of her lip to catch the saliva dripping down. She looked absolutely radiant like this and he could tell on her face she was in a pure state of bliss, her eyes soft and focused on his.
He nodded down at her to let her know he was close and then she did something wholly unexpected. She took him in deep, his length bumping up against the back of her throat, one hand reaching up to tug lightly on his balls.
“Oh fuck,” he shouted loudly and completely collapsed against the door as Mina following him down to catch every single drop of cum with her hot mouth.
She sat in front of him between his spread legs, her breasts heaving up and down, her nipples hard as diamonds and red as berries.
“Mmm, you taste so good. We’ll have to do that again,” she said, smiling up at him like an angelic nymph despite giving him the dirtiest blowjob he’d ever received.
“That was the best thing I’ve ever experienced in my entire life, but you know, you’ve ruined my plan to be gentlemanly. I’m going to have to one-up you, starting now.” He gave a little growl and scooped her up on his way to the bed, throwing her down with a bounce on top of the covers. She reclined back with her head on the pillows, watching him as he made his slow trek up her body.
“You know, I had a pretty dirty dream about you last night.” He nipped at the little bones on the insides of her ankles, one by one. Pressing a kiss on top of each foot he scooted up a little more, kissing his way to her knees.
“You came to my room, all sleepy and needy, begging me to play with your pussy.” Mina let out a breathless little stutter, her breasts heaving over the edges of her half-up dress, but she wasn’t quite ready yet. He had more work to do.
Her skin was warm, soft and silky smooth. He kissed up her thighs, savoring the warm salty taste of her skin, the coconut scent on her legs. When he got closer to her apex, she whimpered a little and he lifted up the edges of her soft red dress to see the glossy sheen of her arousal.
“You were so desperate for it. Are you desperate now, baby?” Victor looked up and she met his eyes, nodding her head quickly, almost involuntarily. He spread her thighs wide; hooking her knees over his shoulders and pushing her dress up to reveal her pussy. It was just as perfect, bare and pink as he dreamt. He couldn’t resist a single lick with the flat of his tongue before he asked his next question. Mina gasped, her hips thrusting upward to follow his tongue as he pulled away.
“In my dream, I gave you a choice. Do you want my hands or my mouth to make you feel good?” He looked up, watching her eyes hazing with lust as she tried to make her choice.
“Can’t I have both?” She squirmed a little, trying to ease the ache.
He smiled, exactly like he’d expected and rewarded her by spreading her lips wide and sucking her clit into his mouth in a blissfully sweet kiss. Once he’s had a taste, he couldn’t get enough. He ate at her ravenously, flicking and licking at her clit as he eased first one and then two fingers into her slick heat.
“Oh my god you taste so sweet, you’re so tight baby. Hold still and let me make you come.” Her hips continued to buck upward despite his warning and she whimpered loudly at the top of the bed.
“Please, it feels so good. I can’t take it anymore, please.” Her hands shoved deep into his hair, pulling tightly and pressing him firmly to her center. He smiled at that, his girl was so responsive, easy to please. He pressed his fingers more firmly inside her and pulled her clit into his mouth, giving her a firm little nip with his teeth. She exploded, gushing her sweet heat into his mouth. He sucked her clean, licking up the sides of her thighs and then gently lowering her back to the bed.
“Thank you.” She smiled up at him sweetly, sated and sleepy now that she had come. He moved up, sliding her dress over her head as he went. He slipped off his own shirt and pants, crawling in beside her and pulling the covers over them. Her eyes drifted closed and she snuggled up into his chest.
“Best first date ever.” She sighed, softly kissing him as they lay there together, the cool night breeze blowing in from the windows and stirring her hair.
“Oh it’s not over yet, I’m just giving you a little break before we do that all over again. In every configuration I can think of, until you beg for mercy.”
16
Mina
“Mercy, mercy!” Mina skidded through the tattoo parlor as Shelli chased after her, goosing her in the ribs any time she slowed enough for her to catch up. She collapsed onto an empty chair close to Isabel’s station, where she sat inking a double H tattoo on one of the Honeys’ new additions.
“We want to hear about your date” Shelli sat down heavily next to her with a sigh. “I’m not even asking about the parts that happened once you got home. Who leaves their windows open when they do that shit? Half the compound had to get their BOBs out.”
“I know I did,” the woman in Isabel’s chair muttered. Isabel tried to stifle her laugh but she had to pull the tattoo gun away from the woman’s leg because she was shaking too hard.
Mina blushed a little at that, while the airflow from her open balcony doors and windows had been nice, she hadn’t considered the sounds traveling across the courtyard or the fact that almost everyone else also had their windows open. The one time during round five that she’d called him daddy was going to be very awkward to explain.
“We grabbed food at Lupe’s and then watched a movie at the drive in, that’s about it,” Mina shrugged her shoulders. In truth, she was still treasuring up the details of the date in her heart. It almost didn’t feel real. She woke up this morning sated and glowing, looking nothing like her normal self.
“I think Shelli wants better details than that, sister.” Isabel looked up from her work, wiping off the last of the tattoo she was inking. Everyone was looking at Mina expectantly but she was saved from giving any further answers by the bell ringing on the front door. A sandy-haired man in jeans and a faded black t-shirt walked into the shop. He felt out of place somehow, not just because it was a small town and they hadn’t seen him before, but something about his presence was off.
