Fuck. I’ve never seen anything as fucking beautiful as Desire dancing on stage.
She’s the perfect package that every guy wants: innocent looking on the outside, with a sweet little face and a banging body, but clearly dirty as fuck on the inside. From the way she shimmies out of her little clothes to the way she gyrates her perfect curves, she has “fuck me now” written all over her.
I almost wouldn’t believe she’s a stripper. But the way that she bends over and rubs her tits in Dante’s face shows me I’d be wrong. She’s definitely a pro.
Dante whispers something into her ear, and she turns and looks at me.
I shake my head at him.
No fucking way.
If he sends her over here to dance for me, I’m not going to be able to control myself. And that could be bad. Because this is his birthday, his special celebration.
Sure, we’ve shared girls before. We share everything. Well, not our cocks— we keep those for the ladies. But if one lady wants both of our cocks at once, who are we to say no? We aim to please.
But after Samantha, we had to make some rules. We can’t just go willy nilly gang banging every girl we see. Especially not girls who work at the club and who we’d have to be around a lot.
Desire slithers her way across the stage and then she’s in front of me, her beautiful body on display for me instead of for my older brother, the birthday boy. My cock perks up, ready to pounce. I want to plow it deep inside her.
But I can’t. And I’m mad at my brother for teasing me like this. He should know better.
Fucking Dante.
It’s not fair to ask me to just look and not touch.
And that’s exactly what he’s asking me to do. I can’t fuck her because he’s going to fuck her. And because she’s going to work here.
Of course she’s going to work here. We need fucking talent like this. Talent that looks like this. Moves like this. Makes us both want to fuck her like this. Even if it makes me want to be the only one— except for Dante of course— who can fuck her or even see her naked. That could be a real problem, since we need her to entertain customers as well.
She’s lying on the stage with her legs spread in front of me, only a G-string covering her most intimate parts. Her face is caked with makeup and there’s glitter in her hair but she still looks like a fragile doll.
I want to rip off her panties and lick her pussy while she wraps her legs around me. And then I want to squeeze her perfect ass while I fuck her.
I stand up, so that Dante can see I have no intention of doing any of the many things that I want to do to her. He and I have a secret language allowing us to communicate just by looking at each other. If you’d gone through the same fucking shit together that we went through as kids, you’d understand.
He smirks at me.
What I want to do is lean over and spill a fresh wad of my cum all over Desire's tits. What I do instead is flick a fresh wad of dollar bills onto her tits, one at a time.
“Hell yeah!” some of the guys sitting around the stage say.
Some of them come over and start to throw money on Desire like I am. And just from the bills that I can see littering the stage, it’s a lot of money too.
“Holy shit, it’s raining cash up in here!” shouts one of the strippers sitting at the tables surrounding the stage.
“Woah, easy there,” another stripper chimes in. “Don’t want to spend it all in one place.”
I know they’re jealous. And they should be. Desire is a whole new caliber of dancer than any of them are. She’s not only on par with Samantha, she’s better.
The Fun House isn’t exactly known as a swanky joint. We’re more for the crowd looking for more mileage out of their money, for some extras in the back room.
But if I know Dante— which I do— he’ll aim to change that now that Desire’s in our midst. He had already started working on it when Samantha was here. He raised the prices and the standards of lap dances as well as the prices and the quality of the drinks.
Of course we had to fuck that up by thinking with our dicks instead of our brains. But not this time. This time I’m staying focused on money and I know that Dante is too. The Fun House isn’t our long term plan.
We want to move on to bigger, better, and safer things. Because despite Dante’s best laid plans to make money honestly, we Rossi brothers are only capable of being so honest. And owning a strip club and all of the assorted vices that come with it is just asking to be taken down.
We need to stay focused. And that means not letting our hearts— or our dicks— get in the way of our plans again.
So I gently pull Desire up by her arm and then whisper in her ear as she’s leaning into me. I can’t help but grab her by the hair a little bit, teasing her— and myself— with just a taste of what I’d really like to do to her, if I could.
“This is my brother’s birthday, and I told you to do something fantastic for him,” I tell her.
I spank her ass, not hard, but hard enough for her to let out a surprised little “oww.”
Fuck. She plays this innocent act so convincingly. As if she’d never been slapped on the ass by a guy she just met before.
Although, I have to admit, I’m not just any guy. I know that what feels gentle to me is probably hard for a lot of guys. And what’s hard for me is impossible for most.
“But he told me to come over here...” she starts to protest, looking back at me with those wide eyes.
“I don’t care what he told you. Go over there and put on a good show for him. You dirty, filthy whore.”
She looks at me like she’s offended that I called her a dirty, filthy whore. But she should know to take it as a compliment. Because that’s how I like them. Except I also like when they maintain an air of innocence. And that’s why I’m really liking her.
“But what if Dante gets mad that I’m not listening to him?” she asks, and I swear she sticks her barely clad ass up in the air. I swear she wants me to spank it again. So I do.
This time she doesn’t even flinch. A look comes over her face, as if she likes it, and she’s surprised that she likes it. Fuck, she’s good at this. What a convincing act.
“Don’t worry about Dante,” I tell her. “You listen to me.”
She nods like a little brat who needed to have that lesson taught to her and then she moves across the stage to Dante.
But she flashes one more look back in my direction. And I wink at her. Because even though she’s about to perform for Dante, I have a feeling that the show she’s putting on is really for me.