It’s Friday night at The Fun House. This place is always hopping on the weekends.
Construction workers, plumbers, electricians, tradesmen of all sorts finish their work for the week, collect their paychecks and come in to see the fine specimens we have on display. All they want to do is relax and let loose after a hard week of work before they have to go home to the old ball and chain.
Marino and I know how to cater to their needs, with the girls’ help. We have every type of girl they might possibly want: from the dark and exotic to the pale and anemic looking.
We also have less strict rules than other clubs which is what makes us a local favorite and also keeps us on our toes and looking out for the mother fucking law. But it’s worth it because the cash rolls in and the customers roll out satisfied and happy and determined to come back the following weekend.
But this weekend everything is even better than normal because we have Desire on stage. She’s drawn the usual clientele. The local guys have ditched their favorite girls to line the stage to watch her and line her skimpy little outfits with their dollar bills.
But she’s also brought back the VIP customers from my birthday party night. They’re big spenders, high rollers and they brought their business buddies here from bigger cities. The place is packed and everybody wants to get a look at the new girl.
Even I still want to get another look at the new girl. She is fine as shit.
And I can’t help but feel a little jealous. I could have had her. And I didn’t get to. And now all these other guys are salivating over her.
I can’t believe that Marino and I had our chance and he blew it. But I guess I can believe it.
That’s Marino for you. Always ruining the party. His problem is that he thinks too much. And he gets too logical and emotional at the same time.
I swear he falls in love with every woman he sees and therefore tries too hard not to fall for them. He’s got some major attachment issues thanks to our no-good mother.
Marino’s good when it comes to business decisions: he keeps me thinking more logically and carefully than I probably would if he weren’t in the picture. He’s prevented us from undertaking several mishaps and he’s gotten us out of a few more that we did undertake. But he’s no risk taker and he’s too fucking pussy shit about way too many things.
I know he stopped the party last time because he couldn’t bear to see me fuck Desire. And he couldn’t bear to join in either.
It’s another example of a time when he just can’t take any risk. We could have had our fun with her and gotten it out of our systems. Instead we’re both sitting here getting blue balls from watching her dance on stage for other guys.
He’s at the other end of the stage, drooling over Desire’s stiletto heels and skimpy lingerie.
I try to catch his eye and shake my head at him, to tell him, “I told you so, Brother.”
And I have been telling him so. Every night since we first met her.
“I know,” he’s said. “But I just can’t risk getting hurt again. If you want her, you can have her. But I don’t want to see it. I don’t want to be any part of it.”
“Why don’t you take her?” I’d offered him. “She clearly has the hots for you too. Probably even more so than she does for me, believe or not.”
“I think she wants both of us,” he’d said, with a serious look on his face as if he’d been thinking through it all very carefully. Which I’m sure he had, knowing Marino. “I’m not sure what her angle is but I’m pretty sure she heard of us and decided to work at our greasy joint just because she wants to take on both of us at once.”
“Fine with me,” I’d said with a laugh.
But he’d shook his head.
“This is bigger than us, I can just feel it,” he’d said. “We don’t want to get in over our heads. It’s safest to just let her dance and bring in a more lucrative clientele. We shouldn’t mix business with pleasure. Common sense says not to.”
“Since when have we listened to common sense?” I’d asked.
“Exactly,” he’d countered. “We have to play this right. Build up the value of the business and cash it in to move on to better things. We need to get a legitimate business going. So we don’t get caught up in the law like…”
He’d trailed off, too polite to continue.
“Like I always do,” I’d finished for him. “Good thinking, brother. Thanks for keeping me on the straight and narrow.”
And he’d had a point. He was right, of course.
Now though, watching Desire take off everything but her G-string, I don’t care anything about common sense or who was right or wrong. My cock gets hard and wants to escape like it did the other night when she was dancing on me. It wants to get in there and finish the job.
But my thoughts are rudely interrupted by the last sight I wanted to see today, or ever again. Samantha Meyers has somehow made her way past security, and has walked up to Marino’s side.
She whispers in his ear and I stand up to make my way over there and break them up.
But Marino shakes his head at me. The look on his face says, “I can do this myself.”
It’s the same look he used to get when we were on the playground as kids. I know better than to insist on helping him when he has that look on his face.
He stands up and follows Samantha to the VIP room, where I’m sure she’s insisted on wanting some privacy. My eyes follow them aghast, hoping he’s not stupid enough to get sucked back in by her again.
I’m pretty sure Marino has learned his lesson. But I was also pretty sure that we’d never be seeing Samantha again. Life can be full of surprising twists and turns.
When I turn back to the stage, I notice that Desire is watching the same thing. She’s jealous of Marino following another girl to the VIP room. And I love that she is.
I still want to get her alone with Marino and me. I’ll show both of them how much fun it can be to stop thinking so damn much. To let go of emotions and logic and feel nothing but two hard cocks fucking one wet pussy.
I don’t see what Marino’s so afraid of.
It’s not as if anyone’s going to fall in love again.
But then as I watch Desire bend over on stage, her hair hanging down over her perfect body, I can’t help but second guess myself. Her brown hair belongs in my hands as I pull it. Her lips belong between my teeth as I suck on them. Her pussy belongs bare and covered in my cum.
But that doesn’t mean anyone has to fall in love.
No one’s going to fall in love as long as I can make myself think logically. Just because life can be full of surprising twists and turns doesn’t mean that falling in love has to be one of them. That can be something that can be expected and avoided.
I don’t fall in love. Unlike Marino, I stay far away from commitment and relationships. All I do is fuck them and move on to the next.
All I want with Desire is the same thing I want with any other attractive girl: to fuck her. That’s it. Nothing else.
Maybe if I say it enough, it’ll be true.