by MLJ Quigg
“Hmm. So good. Yes, fuck me,” I muttered, still thinking I was dreaming.
A cock slammed into me, and my eyes sprang open. Oh, fuck.
“Fuck. Jeez. So tight. Monique baby, so good.” Dozer moaned.
“Fuck her, Marty. Feel what I did. She is so tight, wet, and hot, isn’t she?” Trigger said, lifting his mouth from my nipple with a pop.
He was kneeling over me as his hand pumped his cock.
“Do you want Marty to fuck you harder, baby? Slam into you so hard he’ll move the bed and make you scream? You love it hard and rough, don’t you, baby? You like getting a hot, hard, huge cock slamming into you so hard you’ll feel it for days,” Derrick said in my ear.
He was leaning on the other side of me, pumping his cock, as well. “Oh God, Derrick, shut the fuck up. I’m going to come if you keep talking. Oh, I can’t hold back. Help me,” Dozer said, panting.
Derrick slid his hand down to my clit and pinched it hard at the same time Trigger sucked my nipple back into his mouth while pinching the other one hard. I bucked my hips up towards Dozer as he bucked toward me, slamming into me so hard that the bed shook.
“Oh, fuck, yes, yes, yes,” I screamed as I came so hard.
“Oh, yeah. That’s it. Squeeze my cock. Yes, Monique, so fucking good.” Dozer moaned as he hammered into me a few more times. Then he pulled out, ripped the condom off, and pumped his cock, spilling his come over my stomach and breast.
Derrick and Trigger pumped harder and moved closer so they could come over my stomach and breasts, as well. Dozer mixed it all together and licked his fingers and hand. Trigger and Derrick lowered their heads and cleaned me off with their tongues, and then we all shared a kiss before I closed my eyes, and I didn’t remember anything else until I woke up in the morning.
Derrick
It had been a week since our sex romp with Dozer and Trigger, and fuck, I was still thinking about it. The whole night was awesome. Fuck, I was pretty sure I’d never come that hard or that many times in my life. We ended up going at it all night, and it totally wiped me out. I was fucking wrecked all the next day, and the others weren’t much better.
As I was sitting at the bar, Monique came downstairs for work. She insisted that she finish the rest of the month at the strip club.
Seeing as it was only a week away, I caved and let her.
She stopped at the entrance of the common room and looked totally pissed. What the fuck happened?
“Martin Black, you have some explaining to do. I can’t believe you. I will kill you when I get a hold of you, you fucking arsehole,” she yelled.
“What the fuck, babe? What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Kill him, Derrick. Seriously, kill him before I do,” she said, seething and shooting daggers at Dozer.
“What did I do, honey,” Dozer asked.
“You told Sasha I can pole dance. I just got off the phone from her, and she was begging for me to cover for a girl who broke her ankle today. You are dead, I tell you, dead,” she answered.
“Oh, fuck, she asked, and I answered. I didn’t think she’d call you, but I’m not gonna complain. Hell, you are doing it, aren’t you? Please, say you are? Prez, can she do it, pleeease?” He got down on his knees, his hands in a prayer motion.
“Not up to me. It’s up to Monique,” I stated.
“Well, a fuck-load of help you are. Thanks, baby,” she said.
“Do you want to do it? It’s only for one night, right?” I asked.
“Yeah, that’s what she said. The other girl she has can’t get in until tomorrow,” Monique answered.
“Well, up to you, baby. I’ll be there, anyway. I’d love to see you dance up there, and you know that, but it’s up to you,” I said.
“Okay, I’ll help her, but only for the night. She’ll have to find someone else if the other girl can’t make it tomorrow night. I hate you, Dozer,” she said.
“Oh, come on. You love me,” Dozer replied.
“Yeah, like a wart on my arse,” she muttered then said louder,
“Looks like I have a phone call to make.”
She stormed off, still pissed. Man, she was a firecracker.
“Man, I thought she was really going to kill you,” Trigger said to Dozer as they walked over to me.
“No, she wouldn’t, and you know it,” I stated.
Monique walked back into the room carrying a bag with her.
“Well, come on then. We have to go. She wants me to do a dress rehearsal so I can get a feel for it. I have to be there in half an hour. I told her under no circumstances would I be stripping. I’ll dance but not strip.” She stared daggers at Dozer.
The three of us get up, and I watched her arse as we walked out the door behind her.
Monique threw her keys at me, catching them one-handed, I asked, “Guess I’m driving, baby?” “Yep, let’s go,” she answered.
Trigger and Dozer jumped on their bikes, and we were off.
“I don’t know if I can do this, Derrick. I’m fucking shit-scared of people seeing my scars,” she said quietly.
“I know you are, baby, but you’ll be fine. Talk to Sasha, and see what she says. There might be some way of covering them or something, you know?” I suggested, and she nodded.
Arriving at the club, we entered, and it was lit up brightly. It looked so different after hours.
Sasha ran up to us, grabbed Monique, and hugged her tightly. “You have no idea how much you have saved my arse tonight,
Monique. I owe you big time.”
“You certainly do. Look, I’m shit-scared of this. I was never going to do this in public,” Monique explained.
“It will be a onetime thing, honey. I will never ask you again, and if I get in a bind next time, I will dance and get you to come in and cover me on the floor. I just needed someone today. Usually, the girls have three dances a night, but I’ve rotated them so you’ll only have to do this once. We’ll promote it as a special occasion, one dance for one night only. It will be okay,” Sasha promised.
“All right, let me go and get changed so we can run through a dress rehearsal,” Monique said, and then she walked off to the change rooms.
Sasha turned to me. “She’s terrified, isn’t she? I’ve never seen her so unconfident before. Usually, she just doesn’t give a fuck, but she’s shit-scared right now. Look, maybe I can dance tonight, and I’ll get her to cover me.”
Trigger and Dozer walked over to us as I explained to Sasha, “Look, I don’t know if you know her background, but when she was in the military, she was captured and tortured, amongst other things, for three months. She came out of it with some pretty bad scarring on her back and right hip. They can’t be covered by tattoos, so she makes sure they are always covered. That’s what she’s scared of. It’s a constant reminder of that time, and she hates it.”
“We can cover the scars, and I already said she wouldn’t have to get naked. It would be good to show some tit, but that’s completely up to her,” Sasha said.
Monique came out in a pair of sky-high heels, a pair of boy shorts, and a skin-tight tank top with her hair in a high ponytail on top of her head.
“All right, let’s do this.” Monique did not look happy.
We were sitting at the bar. All the brothers from the club decided to come watch, some even brought their old ladies, so the place was packed.
She only had about ten minutes until she went on. I hadn’t seen her for hours, but the last time I did, she was a lot more relaxed about it. She ended up doing the dance twice today, and then she and Sasha went backstage, and I hadn’t seen her since.
About an hour ago, Sasha came out with a huge smile on her face and said they had covered Monique’s scars with waterproof foundation and other things, so she was all good to go.
I moved to the seats in front of the stage, and Dozer, Trigger, Hulk, and Macca joined me while the others surrounded the stage.
The lights flickered, and then a voice over the PA said, “We have
a special treat tonight. For one night and one time only, please join
Devil’s Gentlemen’s Club in welcoming Monique to the stage.” Everyone clapped and hollered.
The lights went down, and Monique moved onto the stage. She had her back to us with her hand on the bar. She wore a skin-tight, black leather bodysuit. Her hair had been straightened and was in a high ponytail. I could see her shoulders rise as she took a huge breath, then the music started, and the lights brightened.
Monique swung around the bar and faced us. Her make-up was dark, and fuck if she didn’t look fantastic. Then again, she looked fucking good with no make-up, too—either way, it didn’t bother me. She had blood-red lips and dark eyeshadow. She looked like a sexy cat woman without the ears.
Hmm, I’m fucking hard already.
I didn’t know the song, but Sasha said it was called ‘Poison’ by some chick from the Pussycat Dolls, whoever the fuck they were. The song was fast but had slow parts, and from the dress rehearsal, she had it down pat, and it fucking worked.
With the first beat of the music, she started walking seductively towards us in those fucking heels. Fuck, man, I didn’t know how she danced let alone walked in the fucking things.
She took a couple of steps, then fell to her hands and knees and crawled over to me with a seductive smile on her face. When she got to me, she raised her upper body so she was just on her knees.
By the first words of the song, her hand reached out to me, then she did a body roll and brought her hands over her hips to her tits and grabbed them. Fuck, this was different from the rehearsal. She didn’t do any of this. I was paying attention now, and I sat up in my chair more to watch her avidly.
Monique turned and fell to her back, arching it so she could look at me upside down. She then spread her legs and rolled her whole body over so that her feet were facing me, then she bent her knees and rose to her feet, looking over her shoulder and winking at me.
She walked up to the pole, and by the first fast beat, she was swinging around it one-handed, and then she was upside down before I knew it, using her thighs to hold onto the pole as she pulled her upper body up. Grabbing the pole, she climbed up and twirled around it as she went down to the ground. She did a few more tricks on the bar like spreading her arms out to the side holding onto the bar, and her legs were straight out to the side. Then she spread her legs parallel to the bar.
Monique raised her hands and grabbed the bar, holding it while she brought her leg up to the bar and turned her body so she was doing the splits on the pole. She reached up higher and did some kind of fucking trick where she ended up with her back bent around the bar. She did it so quickly that I couldn’t see it.
The song slowed, and she was facing us with the bar behind her. She rolled her body while pulling the bodysuit over her shoulders and down her arms one at a time. In only a bra with the bodysuit at her waist, she grabbed the suit and ripped it off. The legs gave way, and she threw the suit to the side so she was only left in a pair of skimpy boy shorts that looked more like a G-string and her bra.
Huh. How did she do that? Must have had Velcro on the sides. Why the fuck am I thinking this. She is right in front of me, stripping. Focus, Derrick. Damn it.
Monique came back to the floor and walked seductively around the stage, running her hands down Dozer’s and Trigger’s cheeks, and when she got to me, she grabbed me by the back of the neck and slammed her lips to mine.
Once she let me go, she ran to the bar and jumped on it. Her legs wrapping around the pole, she did a few twirls. Moving her hands and grabbing the bar above her head, she let her legs go and climbed the bar to the top where she turned and, somehow, ended upside down, facing the floor with her legs wrapped around the bar. Monique moved her legs slightly and slid down the pole so fast I rose, thinking she was gonna slam into the ground, but she stopped before that happened. Putting her hands on the ground, she pushed off the bar, going straight into the splits and turning to face us. On her hands and knees again, she pumped and rolled her body like she was fucking.
Rolling onto her back, Monique bent her knees, put her feet flat on the ground, and lifted her hips pumping them again. Then she turned and crawled over to us and put her hands behind her back as she leaned over and kissed me again. Pulling back, she slid her bra off and showed her tits to everyone. She held one of the straps and dropped the bra into my lap, then turned and seductively walked to the pole where she faced us as she grabbed the bar above her head and did another body roll, finishing the dance in a pose holding the bar with both hands above her head.
There was absolute silence, and then the applause started from everyone. I rose and jumping up on the stage, I walked to her. When I reached her, I bent, gripped around her legs, and threw her over my shoulder fireman style, and she laughed.
I walked into the back area and slid her down me, then pushed her up against the wall, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I slammed my lips to hers, and we kissed like our lives depended on it. When I slid my hand down to her pussy and moved her panties to the side, I could feel her pussy was soaked. I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out of the hole and pulling her panties to the side, I slammed into her. We both groaned into each other’s mouths at the same time as I hammered into her. It wasn’t long before she was coming, and I followed right behind her.
“Oh. My. Fucking. God. Baby, that was fucking hot. You are so fucking sexy. Sorry, but I couldn’t resist.” I panted, putting my forehead to hers.
She was panting but smiling.
I pulled out of her, and she unwound her legs to stand in front of me. Tucking myself away, I took her hand and wound my fingers with hers as we walked to the change rooms and the showers.
“Can you help me wash the make-up off my back. It’s all sweaty and starting to itch,” Monique asked.
“Sure, baby,” I replied and undressed.
Stepping into the shower, she used a plastic shower cap to stop her hair from getting wet. I started scrubbing her back.
“Fuck, baby, this is caked on. Did you apply it using a fucking trowel? It did a good job of hiding the scars, but it’s fucking hard to come off,” I said.
“Just keep going. Use more soap,” she said.
“Okay, baby.”
Using a shitload of soap, I scrubbed, and it eventually came off. While I did her back, she removed the make-up from her face. She left her hair alone, so we got out and dried off, then we dressed and walked, hand in hand, out of the change rooms and into the main room.
Everyone started clapping, whistling, and hollering as we walked through the door. I just smiled and brought her hand to my mouth and kissed her knuckles.
Trigger, Dozer, Hulk, Mike, and Dave surrounded us and gave her hugs all around.
“I told you she was good,” Dave said as he slapped Dozer on the arm.
“That wasn’t good. That was fucking phenomenal. I haven’t ever seen anything like that. So fucking good,” Dozer said, the words gushing out.
“Thanks, I was so scared,” Monique said, pressing into my side.
I wrapped my arm around her, and she nuzzled in.
Monique froze, staring between Dozer’s and Hulk’s shoulders.
Following her view, I noticed a girl leaning against the wall, staring at us. She was skinny, a bit taller than Monique, and had red hair in a bob around her ears. I couldn’t see much since it was semi-dark where the girl was standing.
“Do you know her, baby?” I asked.
“No, I don’t think so, but she looks familiar. The way she’s looking at us I don’t think she likes us,” Monique said.
“No, I don’t think she likes us, either, baby. Guys, discretely look behind you and check out the redhead leaning against the wall watching us. Do you know her?” I asked.
They took turns to look, and as they turned back, they shook their heads.
“I agree. She does look familiar, but I don’t think I’ve ever met her,” Dozer said, and the others pretty much said
the same thing, even Mike.
“Never seen her in my life,” Dave said.
Hmm. Maybe it was someone who had been at the clubhouse while Mike was in view. I looked back at her, but she had people in front of her, and when they moved, she was gone. I looked around but couldn’t see her anywhere.
“She’s gone. That was fucking weird,” I said.
“Yes, it was,” Monique replied.
“So are we still on for tomorrow, Monique?” Dave asked.
“Yes, Madilyn, Claire, Sasha, and I need a dress for the wedding. It’s only two weeks away. Why on earth did you give me only a month? So much to do,” Monique complained.
“I told you before, baby, that I wasn’t waiting a moment longer to marry your fucking arse. You’re mine, and in two weeks, it’ll be legal. If I could do it today, you bet your arse I would. I would just pull you down to the courthouse and marry you in a heartbeat,” I stated.
“Fucking caveman.” She chuckled.
“Only for you, baby, and you love it.” I smiled at her.
“All right, I’m knackered after all that. I want to go home and get to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow morning, Dave, and the rest of you, goodbye and goodnight,” she said.
After the guys said their goodbyes, we walked over to Sasha and said goodbye to her. Then we walked out of the club and jumped into the car. I drove us back to the clubhouse, and when we arrived, we didn’t even stop, just waved at the guys there and made our way upstairs. After checking on the kids and Claire in the living room, we made our way to our room, undressed, and climbed into bed where we started kissing. I then made slow, sweet love to her before we both drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.
Monique
I woke up snuggled into Derrick, and he pulled me closer and kissed the top of my head.
“Join me in the shower, baby,” he said to me.
“Hell, yeah.” I chuckled.
We got up and walked into the shower. Derrick soaped me up and cleaned me, then slid down my body and opened my legs. He put his face in my pussy and licked me and kept at it until I came, and then he lifted me up and slammed his cock into me. He fucked me so hard we both came quickly, and then he cleaned me all over again.
