CHAPTER 8: Theo
My stomach flipped when Anna blurted out that we’d been together, and I felt sick. But I didn’t know quite why. I wasn’t cheating on Piper, we had no romantic relationship. I wasn’t necessarily trying to hide it from her, but I didn’t feel the need to advertise it either. Had Piper asked me ‘have you recently, or at any time in the past, fucked my boss?’ I would have admitted it.
Would I be lying if I said I did it for her? That was a tough one. I guess I went through with it for her. Would I have fucked Anna if I hadn’t made friends with Piper, if I hadn’t been moved by her situation and wanted to help her? If I hadn’t found myself drawn to her? Yes, I think I probably would have. I was single and a hot piece of ass was throwing herself at me. Who wouldn’t?
Knowing that I was beginning to feel something for Piper, should I have still fucked Anna? No, I don’t think I should have, if I hadn’t spotted a chance to help her. It was always going to be tough to resist Anna, being the woman in charge, coming on so strong but I could have. I didn’t think there was much of a future for Piper and I. I still don’t. But, there was a chance I could help her, so I did. I’m not being a martyr, or saying I suffered through it or sacrificed myself. Effectively, all I did was let my feelings for Piper influence my decision. That all sounded pretty fucked up to me, how was I ever going to get Piper to understand it.
***
I didn’t even bother arguing with Anna. The way Piper had left made me feel empty inside, so I went to the little diner again as it was approaching midmorning. It wasn’t long before I called Piper. It sounded like she was at home, when she eventually answered her phone, but all she did was insist I could fuck who I wanted. But I wasn’t ringing to try and get permission. Okay, maybe I was being selfish in my need to explain why I had sex with Anna. Getting Piper to understand my reasons for doing it was probably only going to make me feel better, not her, but I still felt I had to tell her. I rang again and she ignored me.
Then I started to wonder why I was so desperate to talk to her. Why had I entered into a Mexican standoff with Vinnie and his boys for her? I liked hanging out with her, sure. She was stunningly attractive, okay, but, she was just another girl at a club I was paid to work at. Now I was fired, I didn’t need to be around her anymore. I could just stop thinking about her, like I had so many others. I just needed to wash Piper out of my system.
By the time I got to Blush, it was past noon. It was Sunday, so there was still good money to be made at lunchtime which is why I knew I’d find her there. Inside, the brother on the door was Max, a wide African-American, about as tall as me. We shook hands and hugged and he waived the cover charge for me, but still insisted I checked my gun.
The club was smoky, tinted in pink light, but was one of the more upscale gentleman’s club in town. The tables were well-spaced, with comfortable, faux-leather bucket-chairs spread around them. A very hot, leggy blonde with nicely-sized, but obviously fake, tits was twirling impressively around the pole on stage to Whitesnake or Poison, or something, while a petite redhead with small yet proud boobs was lap dancing for a dude two tables over. A party of five college guys were sitting with three girls at another table. Two of the girls were topless and laughing. There was a sudden cheer as the clothed girl started making out with one of the strippers, and one of the guys stood over them, raining a wad of singles over them as they kissed.
I sat and asked the waitress for beer and tequila but, before they arrived, a hand appeared on my shoulder from behind me.
“Hey, stranger,” Suzi drawled over the music. She leaned down as she swung a leg over and lowered herself onto my knee, her full, rounded breasts passing within an inch of my face. A sparkling red bikini was all that covered her glittering, oil-drizzled body and I felt a warm sensation in my cock as I remembered the times we fucked in the past. “Thought I wasn’t going to see you again? Want me to dance for you?”
“You’ve danced for me before,” I told her as the waitress set down my drinks.
She linked her hands behind my neck. Gracefully, almost like a ballerina, Suzi brought up her legs and locked her ankles behind my head too, and held our faces just inches apart.
“I remember,” she smiled, “but, this time…” Using the amazing power in her thighs alone, she leaned right back, her head almost to the floor, and effortlessly whipped off her bikini top before, just as quickly, hauling herself back up to me, “… this time you have to pay.”
I laughed and tucked a twenty into the front of her G-string. She got off me and stood up. She picked up my tequila shot and held her stiff nipple a hair’s breadth from my lips, then poured the liquor down her breast, letting it cascade into my mouth. She started gyrating to the music, running her hands provocatively down her curves, then sat back in my lap and pulled my head hard into her glistening, glitter-covered tits, rubbing my face in them.
They were hot, sweet and smell like cherry flavored candy. My cock was still growing. It twitched and, as her nearly naked pussy was almost grinding me, she felt me throb against her.
“Mmm, I remember that,” she gasped, closing her eyes and increasing her weight on me, just a fraction.
“Me too,” I whispered. “Wanna get out of here?”
“I just started my shift” she purred against my ear, “but you can take me home when I… get off.”
“No, I mean now. In the alley, out back.”
I stood up quickly, forcing her off me. She looked a little uncertain but followed willingly enough when I took he wrist and gently led her through the staff door.
The sun was high in the sky but the alley was deserted. The dumpster by the door meant we were pretty hidden from the street at one end, while other… Fuck, I didn’t care. I pulled her mouth onto mine as soon as we got outside, kicking the door shut behind me. Suzi tasted of liquor and cigarettes but, then, so did I, and our tongues had no trouble teasing, tantalizing and tickling each other to life.
When I closed my eyes, though, all I could see was Piper. I saw her smiling, then looking a little sad. I saw her made up for work, and then in the more natural look she wore when we got coffee or she headed home for the night. What the fuck? I could actually feel my cock shrinking as I was making out with this super-hot stripper.
I pulled her closer to me, groping her bare breasts but, still, I was losing wood. Suzi pulled up my t-shirt and kissed her way down my chest and my stomach, opening my jeans as she went. She said nothing about me not being hard, just took my limp dick in her mouth and started sucking.
I leaned back against the dumpster, while Suzi worked on me, but I felt nothing. I still just saw Piper’s face. Maybe a minute went by before Suzi let my useless cock fall from her lips.
“Uh-oh, I’ve seen that look before,” she smiled up at me, “both there and there.” She indicated my face and my genitals.
“What do you mean?” I asked. I didn’t even care that she’d stopped.
She held her hands out for me to help her up off her knees, then leaned into me, hugging me. She was just the right height to rest her head on my chest.
“Someone’s in love,” she murmured against me.
“I am not.” I spat.
“Your face and your cock don’t lie,” she smiled up at me. “The only guy that doesn’t get hard with a hot piece of ass like me sucking him off, is the guy who wishes he was with someone else. Don’t worry, it happens more times here than you’d think.”
“So, you’re not mad?” I looked down at her leaning on me.
“Of course not!” she cried. “How could I be? I’m a little jealous, maybe. I gave you plenty of reasons to fall in love with me.”
“You did at that,” I kissed her softly, warmly, and a gentle moan emanated from somewhere inside her. “You’re the best, beautiful.”
“And you’re an asshole,” she smiled back as I broke our hold and pulled my pants up. “Go!” Suzi yelled as I started off down the alley. “Go show her how lucky she is!”
***
She may have been the wrong side of twenty-one to be drinking in the clubs she worked in, but Suzi was wise beyond her years. Maybe I was in love with Piper, maybe I just had strong feelings for her, I clearly wasn’t going to forget about her anytime soon. I needed to see her again, I just had to get her to want the same thing.
“Piper, I’m sorry,” I said as soon as she picked up. It had only taken four trips to voicemail before I got to talk to her. I sat on the edge of my couch, back in my apartment.
“That’s a better start,” she said, flatly, “but I told you, it doesn’t matter to me who you fuck.”
“Bullshit!” I spat. Piper went quiet for a second.
“Excuse me?” she said, at last.
“You can tell me you don’t care who I sleep with,” I told her, “but your face and the way you drove away from the club says different.”
“Okay,” came her reply, “I’ll qualify that. Theo, I don’t care who you fuck, anymore.”
I had no idea what to say to that. I had to plan my next sentence extremely carefully. If I opened with an order, such as ‘listen’ or ‘you have to let me explain’, I’d be just another asshole making her do things she didn’t want to do.
“Piper, knowing now how it’s made you feel, I’m sorry I slept with Anna.”
“Well,” she said, after a long pause, “that makes two of us.”
“I never meant to hide it from you. She came on really hard but I was going to resist, then I saw a chance to make a deal to help you, so I took it. If, after everything, you still end up with Vinnie and I hadn’t used every opportunity to change that as they came my way, I would regret it more than anything.”
I couldn’t explain it, but I thought I could hear her nodding. “Why?” she whispered after another long silence.
“I… I don’t know,” I admitted. “The way you were willing to help April? That you were so close to winning, to buying your freedom, only to lose your chance to an abusive asshole like Vinnie? I don’t know, Piper, what do you want me to say? I like you and I didn’t want to see you suffering.”
I had to take a breath after admitting so much. Piper seemed to be digesting it slowly, as well.
“So, you fucked my hot, ex-hooker boss just to try and help me out, because you like me?” she asked.
“I did,” I said. This was going to be a gamble, I just hoped I had read her tone right. “And I’d fuck every beautiful girl on the planet, if it meant I could help you.”
For a second, I thought it was too much. But then she giggled, and the giggle turned into a laugh, and the laugh eventually seemed to leave her breathless.
“Well, let’s hope I never have to ask you to do that,” she finally told me.”
“I don’t know,” I ventured, “you’re sure to be at the head of that list, would it be so bad?”
“I’m hanging up now,” she announced.
“A touch too slimy?”
“A touch, yeah.”