21 Taboo Tales

by Robin Pressley

  Quinn sips his water from his little paper cup and gives me a cute smirk that has a dirty edge to it.

  “Guilty as charged, kid.”

  Man, I hate it when he calls me that. It makes me feel like such a… well, a kid! Well if he’s going to treat me like a bratty little girl, I can certainly act like one.

  I twirl my hair with my finger and smile at him, giving him the little girl treatment. I’ve got a favor to ask him, and I know he can never turn me down if I really lay on the sugar.

  “Quinn…Do you think I could use your locker for a minute? I have some stuff that I want to put away before I get on the treadmill.”

  “What, like your phone or something?” he asks. “You can put that over there with our stuff. We’ll keep an eye on it.”

  I lightly touch his bare muscular arm.

  Qui-inn! Please… I just want to take off my sweats. They’re way too hot for this place.

  His eyes pass down my body and back up again like he’s trying to guess what I’ve got on underneath. A few weeks ago when Daddy wasn’t here I joined in the pole class, and Quinn got a little preview, so he probably has some idea.

  He definitely knows I’m up to something naughty, but I can tell his curiosity is getting the better of him.

  Discreetly handing me the key on a lanyard, he whispers, “It’s locker number 69.”

  I grin from ear to ear.

  “Thank you, Quinn!”

  “Just make sure nobody sees you!” he says, his eyes glancing back toward Daddy and Rocco. “It’s the men’s locker room for Pete’s sake!”

  “Don’t worry,” I tell him, with a wink. “I can be super sneaky.”

  “Yeah, I bet you can…”

  He downs the last of his water and crushes the paper cup in his hand, wadding it up and chucking it into the waste bin as I turn and walk away.

  I’m careful to skirt the perimeter of the gym so that Daddy doesn’t see me heading toward the locker room, then I slip inside.

  As soon as I step inside, I’m enveloped in the sweaty man-smell that fills the whole locker room. But right now it’s pretty empty, so I’m able to make it over to locker 69 without being spotted.

  Once I’ve got the locker open, I pull off my sweat top and let my baggy pants drop to the floor.

  Surprise! I’ve been a naughty little girl, and I’ve had my skimpy outfit on this whole time. I was just hiding it, waiting for the right moment to drop the disguise.

  I stuff the sweats into the locker with Quinn’s things, lock it, and make a run for the door before anyone catches me in the men’s locker room.

  Daddy’s going to shit a brick when he sees that I disobeyed him. Whatever, I don’t care. I look amazing in this outfit. Daddy can punish me all he wants to—it’s not going to stop me from strutting my stuff, baby.

  As I walk back through the weight room, I make sure to really pop my hips with each step. Hey, if I’m going to go for it, I’m going to go all out.

  Stepping into the middle of the room, I hear a barbell crash to the floor. It’s so heavy it shakes the floor like a mini earthquake.

  It was Rocco. He was in the middle of doing a heavy deadlift, and I guess my teensy-weensy gym outfit broke his concentration. Now he’s concentrating on me. The intensity of his stare makes me feel like I could combust at any moment.

  “Damn girl,” Pierce says with a flirty smile on his face. “You’ve really filled out during the past year at college.”

  Quinn doesn’t say anything, but his eyes are wide and he licks his lips.

  Then I see Daddy. He looks super angry now. That little vein on his forehead is really bulging and thumping, and I can tell it’s not from lifting weights.

  “Shannon, what did I tell you about—”

  He is cut off mid-sentence when his phone buzzes.

  “Shit,” he mutters as he looks at whatever message has come up.

  “What’s the matter?” Pierce asks.

  “Emergency at the office. There’s a problem with one of our big accounts. Sorry guys, but I’ve got to run down there and take care of this.”

  Daddy gathers up his gear and heads for the door.

  “Come on, Shannon, let’s go.”

  “But Daddy, we just got here! Can’t I stay, and you can come pick me up after you’re done.”

  “I don’t know how long this is going to take, and I’m not going to make Rocco babysit you until I get back.”

  “It’s OK,” Rocco says, sauntering over. “I can give Shannon a ride home after we finish. Besides, I’d hate for her to miss her squatting regimen.”

  “It’s definitely been paying off,” Pierce quips. “At first I think he’s looking me in the eyes as he says it, but then I realize he’s looking over my shoulder at the mirrored wall behind me. Oh. Em. Gee. He’s actually checking out my booty.

  “Fine,” Daddy says, “but we’re going to have a little chat about this later, Shannon. You disobeyed me, and I have a mind to punish you.”

  With that, he heads out the door in a huff.

  “Don’t worry, kid,” Quinn mutters. “I’m sure he’ll get over it once he has a chance to cool off.”

  “Yeah,” I say, “Right.”

  I hand the lanyard with the locker key back to Quinn, and Rocco notices. He directs a sharp look at Quinn, but Quinn just shrugs it off and goes back to his workout.

  Sulking, I stroll over the treadmills and hop on one, setting it for a more difficult pace than usual. Maybe I can sweat my frustration out.

  After several minutes, I realize it’s not helping. Oh, I’m sweating all right, but I just can’t get my mind off of how unfair it is for Daddy to treat me this way. I mean, it’s not like I’m a little kid anymore.

  I can’t believe Daddy actually threatened to ground me! I’m freaking nineteen years old! I’m in college now! Just because I’m staying at home for the summer doesn’t mean he can treat me like a bratty little girl.

  The pole class is over now, and my heart sinks as I watch the ladies file out. The guys check them out as they go. After a little while longer everyone has left the gym except Daddy’s friends and me.

  God what a lame workout. I knew I should have just stayed home today.

  “Are you just going to sulk on the treadmill all day, or are you going to actually do some lifting?”

  It’s Rocco.

  I didn’t even notice him sidle up next to me. I nearly lose my footing and fall off the damn treadmill, but I turn it off real quick to keep myself from stumbling. I try to play it cool like I meant to do it.

  “Just finished my warm-up,” I tell. “I’m ready for some weights.”

  “Good,” Rocco says, towering over me with his big arms crossed. “Let’s start with squats.”

  ***

  “This will be a new PR for you,” Rocco says, as he slides the heavy iron weight plate onto the end of the barbell.

  I’ve already done all of my warmup sets. Now I’m getting ready to test my new one-rep max to see how much I can do. I’m giddy and a bit nervous. What if I drop the barbell? But I know Rocco will be there to help me.

  “You ready?” he asks.

  I nod, but seriously I’m not entirely sure. I’ve never done this much before, and I don’t know if I can do it.

  Nearby, Quinn sets down the humongous barbell that he’s been curling and comes over to cheer me on.

  “Come on, Shannon—you’ve got this!”

  Quinn is always so positive and encouraging. Even more than my Daddy. Still, while I appreciate his enthusiasm, I’m not sure I’ll be able to lift this weight.

  “Don’t worry,” Rocco says from behind me. His voice is quiet but hard. “I’ll spot you. If you start going down, I’ll help you.”

  “O-okay,” stammer, as I look at the heavy, loaded barbell.

  I step into the squat rack and position myself under the barbell, just like Rocco has taught me.

  “Spread your legs a little wider.”

  Rocco’s voice
comes from over my shoulder. He’s right behind me, his body pressed ever-so-lightly against mine.

  “There you go,” he says

  His breath tickles my ear and makes my skin burst out all over in goosebumps. With my barely-there gym outfit, I’m sure the guys can see it.

  God, they probably think I’m a total freak for getting so hot and bothered over my Daddy’s friends like this. These guys practically raised me.

  No time to think about that now. I need to concentrate on my lifts

  Rocco helps me get the barbell off the rack, and then I’m standing up, bearing all of the weight on my shoulders.

  “OK, down you go,” Rocco whispers.

  “You can do it, kid!” Quinn shouts.

  In the mirror in front of me, I can see that even Pierce has stopped what he’s doing to watch.

  I scissor my hips back like I’m going to sit down in an invisible chair. Rocco moves his body in unison with mine. He’s not helping me, but he’s there to catch the weight if I start slipping. For him, this is such light weight I’m sure he could twirl it with one hand like a baton. But for me, it’s a huge amount.

  Slowly and steadily I lower my hips until I’m in a full squat position, keeping the barbell under control the whole way down.

  Then out of nowhere something bumps me through the thin fabric of my shorts. Something long and hard. It hit’s me right between my spread cheeks.

  Wait…is that what I think it is? Is that Rocco’s cock? Did his cock seriously just jump up and smack me right on my wide-open crack?

  My eyes lock on Rocco’s in the mirror. The faintest trace of a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

  I can’t believe it. Daddy’s best friend has a hard-on, and it’s touching me between my butt cheeks.

  The excitement from that thought gives me the burst of adrenaline I need to push the weight back up. I strain and my face flushes with exertion, but at last, I’m able to stand back up.

  Rocco presses his body harder against mine and helps me re-rack the barbell. For a brief moment we stand there, his big rough hands curled over mine on the barbell, his hard cock pressed against my aching ass.

  “Good job,” he whispers in my ear, his voice thick and husky. My nips go so freaking hard I’m afraid they might actually burst through the fabric of my sports bra.

  Then Rocco moves away, and I step out of the squat rack. I see him adjust his crotch. He tucks the head of his hard cock behind his waistband to keep it from pitching a tent. He lets the front of his shirt hang loose to cover it up, and you can’t even tell he has a raging boner. But I know. I felt it.

  “Wow, nice one Shannon,” Quinn says, “clapping me on the shoulder.”

  But I’m still so hot and flustered from what just happened, I don’t even know what to say. I glance at Pierce, and he just gives me that cocky, flirty grin of his.

  I look at Rocco, and his cool eyes penetrate me. I still can’t read him, but I know what I felt.

  And I want more.

  Fuck, what am I even thinking? This is totally not appropriate. Rocco is Daddy’s friend. All of these guys are. They are so off-limits it’s not even funny.

  “Um, I’m…I’m going to take a lap around the gym, just to stretch my legs a bit,” I say, backing away slowly.

  Rocco’s intense gaze is still piercing me. He looks like he wants to devour me.

  I start walking around the gym and come around to the door to the dance studio. The studio is empty now, but that lovely pole is there in the middle of the room beckoning me.

  Daddy strictly forbid me from doing it, but…I’m feeling pretty rebellious right now. I’ve got on my favorite teensy outfit, my booty is still buzzing from crushing my PR on squats, and to top it all off, I just gave Daddy’s hot friend an insta-boner.

  You know what? I think I deserve a little victory dance.

  I step into the dance studio.

  Scrolling through my phone, I pick out the perfect song—it’s a remix of “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun.” I don’t turn it up too loud, so hopefully the guys won’t bust me.

  Then I climb onto the bar.

  I start with some basic moves, and then as I get into a groove I try out some more advanced stuff, like the “broken doll” that the instructor was showing the class earlier.

  Spinning around and around on the pole gives me such a wonderful, heady feeling. I feel so sexy in my little outfit with my long hair whipping around as I move in graceful circles.

  Next, I go into a move called “Anastasia.” For this position, the pole is pressed between my legs as I arch my back. The touch of the hard steel against my pussy and ass immediately reminds me of the sensation of Rocco’s cock when he was spotting me earlier. I swear, his dick felt like it was nearly as thick as the steel pole I’m twirling on now.

  I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling and the combined sense of freedom and control as I spin around the pole.

  From there I twist my body around into a new position, “the sneaky V,” where I’m hanging upside down with one hand gripping the pole between my spread legs.

  Last, I finish off by spreading my legs even wider as I do my favorite move, “the Jade split.’

  As the song ends and I carefully dismount the pole, I hear a sound of applause.

  “Damn, Shannon,” Quinn says. “I always knew you were talented, but I didn’t realize just how talented.”

  Oh. My. God.

  How long have the guys been standing there watching me?

  “No shit,” Pierce chimes in. “Where’d you learn all of those sexy moves? Hell, you could get a job down at the strip club downtown. The chicks there ain’t got nothing on you, babe. You could make a fortune in tips.”

  Quinn chuckles. “Easy there, big guy. That’s Stan’s little girl your talking about.”

  “I don’t know,” Pierce replies with laughter in his voice. “She looks pretty grown up to me.”

  I blush as Pierce gives me a cocky smile that makes me instantly cream in shorts. I pinch my legs together so they can’t see. But then again, part of me wants to show them.

  Then I notice Rocco. He’s standing behind the other two guys, and he is not laughing at all. His intense, cold steel gaze is fixed on me. Fuck, it’s impossible to read what he’s thinking. I can’t tell if he’s pissed or if it’s something else entirely. Anyway, I hope he doesn’t tell Daddy what I was doing.

  “I’m gonna go hit the steam room for ten minutes,” he says flatly. “When I get out I expect you to be fully clothed and ready to go, young lady.”

  Damn it, Rocco is just like my Daddy, never letting me have any fun.

  “Yeah, a few minutes in the steam room sounds good to me,” Quinn says.

  “Ditto,” says Pierce.

  The other guys go to follow Rocco, but then Pierce pauses. He steps into the studio and walks toward me. His hungry eyes are giving my body another once over, and his hand is rummaging through his gym bag, which is slung over his should.

  He pulls out his wallet and takes out a crisp hundred dollar bill, stroking it along my cheek.

  “A little token of my appreciation.”

  His fingertip slips under the waistband of my shorts and pulls the elastic away from my hip. He slides the bill into the opening and then lets the elastic snap back.

  He doesn’t say another word, just gives me a wink and then walks away, his hard ass flexing with each step.

  Then I’m left all alone in the dance studio.

  I take out the hundred dollar bill and look at it. Holy shit, that’s a little over the top. But hey, I earned it fair and square, so I fold it twice and slip it between my boobs.

  I can’t believe that those guys were just watching me perform like that. I was spread so wide, and with these revealing shorts, I was practically showing them all of my goods.

  But the thing that’s really messed up is the warm tickly feeling it gives me in my tummy. And the other similar feeling a bit lower down, between my legs.

  The
idea of having an audience is a total turn on for me. The fact that it was three hot older guys just makes it even better.

  The thing is, they are all totally off-limits. They’re Daddy’s friends—plus, each one of them is actually old enough to be my Daddy.

  What is wrong with me?

  I twirl absent-mindedly around the pole a few times, and then I wander out into the main part of the gym. It’s so quiet now with everyone gone. Outside the sun is starting to go down, splashing pinkish-orange dusk light through the big front window.

  Remembering what Rocco told me, I decide I had better get dressed so I don’t get into even more trouble than I’m already in. Daddy is already pissed about my outfit, and if Rocco tells him that I was pole dancing—pole fitnessing I mean—then I’ll really be in deep shit.

  Maybe I can sweet talk Rocco into letting it slide.

  I doubt it though. A super intense guy like Rocco probably requires more than sweet talk to persuade.

  Oh well, I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it. For now, I need to get my stupid sweats and get dressed.

  I suddenly remember that my clothes are in Quinn’s locker. Shit!

  Maybe he left it open for me? I decide to go have a look.

  Carefully pushing open the door to the men’s locker room, I crane my neck inside and look around to make sure the coast is clear. I can hear the men’s voices drifting out of the steam room in the back, so I figure it’s safe for me to sneak in real quick and grab my sweats.

  But as I tiptoe over to Quinn’s locker, I realize that’s going to be a problem. He didn’t leave it open for me and the key is nowhere in sight. You’d think he would have left it for me. There’s no chance of anyone stealing his stuff considering that the only people in the gym are his friends and me—his buddy’s daughter.

  Great, what am I going to do now?

  The sound of conversation and laughter drifts from the back of the locker room. I peek around a row of lockers and I can see the entrance to the steam room in the back. That’s where the guys are now. The thought of their strong, unclothed bodies dripping with beads of moisture sends a sudden jolt of excitement through my body and elicits a different kind of moisture from between my legs.

  Geez, what the heck is wrong with me? Why am I being such a little perv?