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Star
Pulling into the Santa Fe Truck Plaza, we ate and shopped almost like normal people. Given everything we’d just been through and whatever was going to happen tonight, the time-out to do regular stuff felt a little surreal.
We both bought underclothes and a new outfit. He wore a black pair of jeans, grey shirt with a black button-up, as was customary fashion for him. He told me to buy a purse, makeup, and to keep the clothes light. So I did, and I also picked up a pair of denim shorts, a printed T-shirt, and a summer jacket as well.
I browsed a nearby Party City for my stripper outfit while Remy waited outside reading his stolen paperback of Greek mythology. He thought the store was too ridiculous. I think the floppy novelty penis hats in the bachelorette party section were too much for him.
I found a green, plaid schoolgirl skirt and matching tie with a short-sleeve top that tied above the midriff as well as a white cotton eyelet bra and thong that were super-cute. I had found a pair of black heels at one of the mini-stores at the truck plaza that would work. Altogether, the entire “little schoolgirl” ensemble was very sexy.
I wished I had the chance to wear it just for Remy.
I slipped away while Remy did his food and sundry shopping. After some intel-gathering in the car on our way to Santa Fe, I discovered that Remy liked carrot cake, so I snuck into the bakery section and surprised him with a slice.
The smile in his typically no-nonsense eyes was something I’ll always cherish. It turned out that while carrot cake was his favorite kind of dessert, he hadn’t actually had it since he was a kid. He grinned like an unabashed goofball as he savored each fork-full. I laughed and tried to get away when he offered me a bite, telling him I hated carrots, but he wasn’t having it. We playfully wrestled for a few minutes then I submitted and let him feed the last bite to me.
“It’s really good, isn’t it?” He came as close to proudly beaming as I thought he was capable of.
“Yes...” I pouted, reluctantly enjoying it enough to go back and get myself a slice.
God, I loved that.
For the this tiny, little moment in this crowded truck stop, we were just two normies sharing an afternoon in each other’s company like any other regular couple on the road.
After we satisfied our sweets cravings, Remy picked up a pack of cigarettes, some shower and shaving supplies for both of us, and a bag to put them in. Then he brought back keys to the showers so we could clean up.
I came out feeling like a million bucks! It’s amazing the regenerative power of warm water, soap, and a razor. I was getting too bristly for my liking. Aside from taking care of my normal hygiene, I couldn’t even explain how good it felt to clean the dried blood out from under my nails. It was wonderful.
Waiting for him to come out, I propped myself on the railing just outside of the showers and watched aimlessly spending an afternoon browsing useless shit. Normal was nice to visit every once and a while, but I couldn’t imagine going back to that idleness full time.
“She looks nice.” Remy snuck up behind and wrapped an arm around me. I felt his chin stubble graze the nape of my neck. He breathed me in. “Mmmm... She smells nice.”
I turned to face him. Those dark eyes consumed me. Clean and rested, he could’ve passed for a model, as his new collection of bandages weren’t visible under his slightly looser fitting clothes.
“But how does she taste?” Remy slid a hand up my spine, through my scalp, and jerked my head back. His warm tongue licked across my throat.
I gasped, thrilled when I felt his teeth slowly clamp down.
“There are children here, for God’s sake!” an elderly woman barked at us.
Remy’s eyes narrowed at the woman. He slid that hand down the back of my pants and squeezed my ass enough to get me to squeak in shock.
“Remy!” I smiled wide in embarrassed excitement.
“Well, I never!” The woman scoffed in horror then charged off in a huff, looking for someone to complain to.
Oh, I loved it. Like there weren’t any kids romping around at this truck stop at the moment. Oh, Remy was my kind of evil.
“Let’s go somewhere there’s none of these alleged children,” he purred into my neck.
“Music to my ears.” My eyes closed, I nodded. “Fuck her and the horse she rode in on.”
We unfortunately didn’t have time to make good on what we started, but the mental image stayed with me up until we arrived at Mama Loca.
“You really ready for this?” Remy asked, brows wrinkled in concern.
“Yes,” I lied, assembling my bag with the outfit and makeup. “I got this.”
In no way did I have this! I was so fucking nervous. I could handle being a stripper up until we actually pulled in and it became real.
How the hell was I actually going to do this?
He saw right through my false bravado. “You’ll do fine. I’ll be in there with you.”
He was right. The time for backing out was gone. The only way I was getting out of this now was to make a break for it and run away. Granted, running away right now seemed more and more appealing, but I knew I would never be able to live with myself.
Remy needs you. You can’t let him down.
The dull, thumping bass I heard inside threatened to blow out my ears once Remy opened the door. It was amazing how loud it was. How did the dancers even talk to their… their what? Customers?
Jesus, I didn’t even know any of the terminology. This’ll be tough.
I scolded myself for not doing my research online back when I was a broke college girl. I was a timid, angry, little thing back then who’d never even fantasize about going to a strip club, let alone dancing at one! I forced myself to breathe.
I was too fucking nervous.
We strode through the first door into an ID check hallway and were met with the wafting aroma of stale cigarette smoke, spilled drinks, and old sweat. It was the scent of despair, and I could feel it seeping into my pores.
A fat, Hispanic man in a black “Staff” shirt was sitting on a high stool and was giggling over something on his smartphone. “Heh, heh, fucking Jimmy Kimmel, man! Heh. Oh, man... Fucking kills me.” He glanced up at us, wiped his eyes, and popped out his one earbud. He was all smiles. “IDs, guys?”
Oh, shit! I didn’t have my ID! I had no idea where it was. At the gas station? Maybe my room at aunty and uncle’s house? If I had left it there, it was gone now. I shot Remy a worried look, but he didn’t acknowledge it, probably in an attempt to avoid suspicion.
“My girlfriend wants to dance.” Remy took my hand, raised it, and turned me around in a circle so that the bouncer could look me over. “Who do we talk to about that?”
“Damn, man. You be lucky.” The bouncer jovially slapped Remy on the shoulder then leaned into the club to flag down one of the girls. “Cocoa! Tell Ginger we gotta new girl! She looks aright!”
“You tell her yo self, you fat ass, mothafucka! I’m busy.” Cocoa flipped him the bird and walked away to go sit on some customer’s lap. Her whole demeanor shifted to that of silk and honey as she talked and laughed with the man who had a fist full of ones out and ready.
“Fucking cunt. Aright, come on. I’ll take ya to the house mom. Ya gotta watch out for selfish bitches like Cocoa. They’ll—oh, hold up! Gotta search ya.”
Remy put his hands up and allowed the bouncer walk over to him.
“Ya ain’t her pimp, right?” the bouncer asked as he patted Remy down.
“I look like a fucking pimp to you?” Remy’s voice was razor sharp.
“Sorry, man. They make me ask.” The bouncer threw his hands up then turned his attention to me.
I swallowed hard.
If he looked in my bag, he’d definitely spot the gun.
“You nervous, huh?
“It’s my first time dancing.” I managed a weak smile and nodded despite the fact that everything about this place made my skin crawl.
“Is cool. Relax. You’ll do aright. A girl like you’s gonna make a fucking killing in here.” The bouncer smiled and motioned for me to walk in, not bothering to check my bag.
I exhaled silently in relief, wondering how long my luck would hold out.
Remy squeezed my hand lightly as we all walked. His touch immediately calmed my nerves a bit. I wasn’t alone. I just had to trust him. I could do that. He placed a hand on my lower back, and we followed the man in the black shirt around one of the several bars.
An artificial freshener blanketed the air, yet it couldn’t hide the smells. Instead, it created this noxious, sickly sweet cocktail that almost made me gag. I did note the club’s two circular stages were connected in the middle by a thick catwalk and surrounded by plush, shoulder-high, semi-circular chairs and round wooden tables. The walls were lined with dimly lit booths for the lap dances.
The bouncer took us to the DJ who was a thin man with a button-up shirt rolled at the sleeves and a loose tie. He seemed really young, but I think he just had that kind of face. The bouncer was about to ask him a question but then saw who he was looking for and escorted us over to a woman near the bar instead.
“Ginger, we got a new girl. This is— Wuz ya name?” the bouncer asked.
Ginger, a tired woman in her mid-forties, raised an eyebrow at me.
“Uh, Star,” I blurted. God, I hated being put on the spot like that! Was he asking for my stage name or my real name? Shit! I shouldn’t have told them my real name anyways! I wasn’t there for an actual fucking job. What was I thinking?
“Already got a Star,” Ginger replied callously, fishing beneath the bar for something. “Pick another name.”
“Huh?” They already had a Star? I was a little offended by that. My name wasn’t a stripper name!
Was it?
“I’ll put you down as a Roxanne. We haven’t had a Roxy in a while.” Ginger waved off the bouncer and started filling in the new hire paperwork, then slid the sheets over to me. “Alright, here you go. Just fill in the marked areas. We have an extra outfit if you need it. When you’re done, go get dressed in the bathroom and talk to Jimmy. He’s the DJ. He’ll explain how all the fees work and set you up with a song. You lookin’ to start tonight, or you just gonna audition?”
Fortunately, Remy saw the uncertain look on my face and interjected before I had to answer. “She wants to start tonight.”
I nodded in agreement.
“Go get dressed, Roxy. I’ll wrap this paperwork up for you.”
Remy pulled me close for a kiss. It was abrupt, but it was nice even if he was only playing up the role of the supportive boyfriend. He slapped me playfully on the ass as I walked by then turned away and started asking a few questions of his own to Ginger. “When’s Gino coming in? One of his old friends is swinging by tonight. Wanna say hi.” Remy’s words were devoured by the music the closer I came to the DJ and the bathrooms.
Just before I entered the bathroom which doubled as their changing room, I spotted Remy unrolling a wad of cash.
In response, Ginger promptly threw away all my paperwork.
Yeah, this place had to be connected to organized crime somehow.
The bathroom was beyond disgusting. Everything was clean enough, but I was shocked that it was in such a state of disrepair. Two of the stalls didn’t have doors, the mirror had words and symbols scratched into them, one of the overheard lights flickered, and a few others were just out. There was a girl cursing in Spanish washing her skirt under one of the shower heads. I think someone tossed a drink on her… or worse.
The thought of “worse” gave me another shiver.
I changed as quickly as I could. The girls didn’t notice me unless it was to glare at the new girl horning in on their business. I didn’t know if that was the situation, but they were all so intimidating. I had so many questions, but I kept them to myself. A few girls looked me over, said something in a different language, then laughed and walked off.
This sucks, I decided. I hate it here!
When I finished putting on my outfit which was far more revealing than I realized when I picked it out, I went over to the DJ and had him pick two songs for me. I honestly couldn’t care less what he played. The type of music wasn’t going to make me any less nervous. There was already a good amount of men there when we showed up, but since I’d changed, the club really started to pick up. The place was packed now.
I searched for Remy but couldn’t find him. Panic began set in to the point of being queasy, as I felt unbelievably vulnerable. Poisonous thoughts infected me.
Had he left me there like he did at the convenience store?
Standing shyly out in the open, wearing practically nothing I was so—exposed.
I smiled at a few of the girls that bothered to make eye contact with me, hoping that someone would come over and give me some words of encouragement. That probably wasn’t happening. So I fought to keep my shaking under control with deep breaths. It was painfully obvious that this was my first time.
None of the girls ever came over.
This could’ve been a nightmare that I would’ve woken up from in cold sweats. It was on par with a dream about being late to class, then realizing you were completely naked and the teacher was asking you to stand up and give a presentation.
Then the house music faded, and Jimmy called the next dancers to the stage.
“Please welcome to the stage the delicious Roxy-liiiiiiicious in her debut set here at Mama Loca!”
Roxy-licious? You had to be fucking kidding me. What the fuck was that? Was that supposed to be me? I started for the stage and looked around, but nobody raised a finger to join me. All the dances I’d seen since we walked in had at least two or three dancers. Did I have to do this all by myself?
This couldn’t get any more worse.
“That’s you. Get up there!” If Ginger hadn’t shown up behind me and physically shoved me toward the stage, I would’ve been too afraid to move.
The blinding white of a spotlight trapped me like a deer in headlight and highlighted my way up on stage. The music suddenly blasted. It felt like everyone’s eyes were boring holes right through me. Where I was a little chilly standing out on the floor, up here I was absolutely melting. Men hollered at me, and it took all I could muster just to keep myself from collapsing in a sobbing wreck.
Remy, where are you?
I couldn’t believe that it was so much worse here than being on Muse’s bar. I think because at Muse’s, I didn’t have a choice. It was either dance or… whatever Top was going to do to me. That was a surprisingly easy decision to make. I was able to lose myself completely and let my survival instinct take over. I’d even tried to seduce Remy because I thought he might help me if I gave myself to him.
Here, though, it was completely different. I was being crushed by self-consciousness and embarrassment. I wasn’t pretty enough. I couldn’t dance right. My tits were too small. No one liked a girl with glasses. Everyone was yelling at me. The men told me to strip. Ginger just wiggled around or something to show me, but I couldn’t move. It felt like I was dipped in hardening concrete.
Then I saw him.
Oh, thank God! My stone encasement immediately crumbled. Remy was by the payphone, watching me the whole time. He’d just hung up, bought a beer off the waitress, and was walking over. He hadn’t abandoned me after all.
“I’m here,” I read the words off Remy’s lips as he sat by the stage. “Don’t worry.”
I could do this.
I exhaled then to gyrated my hips, feeling a bit better. Keeping as far away from the men watching as possible, I strutted to the pole. Every one of them looked gross in such differing ways. I found myself just kind of sashaying around and emulating what I’d seen the other girls do. I certainly wasn’t dancing, but the song was finally winding down, so I figured it wouldn’t matter.
I had my eyes only on Remy the whole time.
When the song ended, I immediately turned to walk off the stage. I hadn't made one greasy dollar. Had I even gone near anyone, I’m sure I would’ve, but I just needed to get the fuck out of there. But I didn’t make it a few steps down before I saw Ginger pointing harshly at me to back up. She mouthed that I had one more song before I could run away in shame.
God, why won’t this end?
My first song bled into the next—alone, exposed and embarrassed, I stood on the empty stage. Then my eyes unexpectedly found Remy sitting in an area where it was fairly empty. He smiled and held up a dollar in encouragement. I forced myself to inhale a few cleansing breaths and force myself not to run over to him so he could save me from all this!
“I’m gonna lick you till your cunt falls off! Let me see that pussy!” this male-pattern balding guy yelled as he followed me over and sat next to Remy. He was ogling and reaching for me like crazy.
Remy scanned about for security, but they didn’t care. I didn’t know if he was going to protectively intervene because it was very important for him to keep a low profile. I gritted my teeth and willed myself to tolerate it if I had to. Apparently, Remy wasn’t willing, though. That dangerous look in his eyes always sent a shiver down my spine.
“C’mon, sexy! Give me a little rub, why don’tcha?”
When the balding creep lunged for me again, Remy clamped a hand around the man’s balls and yanked him back into the seat next to him. He was so fast that I didn’t fully catch what happened until I looked once again. Tears immediately came to his bulging eyes as the bald man squeaked and squirmed, his face contorted grotesquely in pain.
With his other hand, Remy slid a finger down my abdomen and tucked one of the bald man’s dollars into my thong. Then he beckoned me with a curling finger. I leaned in closer, sparing a disgusted glance at the writhing man to his right. The creep drooled, his eyes crossed. The pain he was feeling must’ve been maddening.
“Dance just for me, Star. We’re the only two people in this room.”
Even close enough to feel the warmth of his breath; Remy’s voice was nearly drowned beneath the roar of the music and cheers. But I didn’t need the full sound of his voice to bask in his beautiful words. I carefully read every deliciously deliberate syllable off his sexy lips. It made my thighs quiver.
I stood back up and obliged.
With unforgiving eyes, Remy returned his full attention to the creep, whispering something to the man that made him emphatically nod, empty out all the cash in his wallet onto the stage, then start screaming out apologies to me. When the bald creep’s face turned an acceptable shade of vein-popping red to Remy’s liking, he released the man.
The jerk doubled over and tumbled to the floor onto his knees, dry-heaving. Eventually, he found his footing and staggered away.
Good, I thought as I watched the prick find his footing and stagger away. That’s what you get, asshole. Being with Remy made me felt protected in a way I’d never had before. It was an intoxicating sensation, one that I selfishly never wanted to lose.
When I danced for Remy, everything else fell away. The men, the lights, the other dancers – all of it vanished. There was only Remy and a bass-line, and I was wearing entirely too much clothing. My hips pulsed easier. My slender shoulders worked in smooth opposites. Dipping and grooving with the music, I untied and shrugged off my top.
A slow twist showed Remy the long unclasping of my white, virginal bra. Over my shoulder, I could see him there. Leaned back in his chair, as he studied my every curve. I watched his eyes follow the jailbait cotton bra’s fluttery tumble to the floor. Arms crossed, I turned back to face him. I slowly lowered into as much of a forward split as I could do and splayed out on my stomach before him.
He leaned on the end of his curved seat and pulled off my glasses. A flip of my head sent dark hair cascading atop him like a waterfall. When I gazed upward, his hard eyes stole my peripheral vision. There were no frayed edges in my range of sight, not even the thin panes of my glasses. Just him and nothing else.
I didn’t know or care what the club’s rules were about touching were. I propped myself up and kissed him. Our tongues trespassed and intertwined.
When Remy pulled away, I hadn’t realized it but my song was long over, and I was kind of surprised that no one told me to get off the stage. A round of applause went out as I stood fully up and grabbed my discarded top and bra. A modicum of my shyness returned as I hastened to cover myself and scoop up all the money left by that creep.
Jimmy introduced another batch of girls, and everyone just continued on like nothing ever happened.
“So much for inconspicuous,” I whispered when I got off the stage and met him on the floor. I still couldn’t help feeling a little embarrassed that I kissed him like that.
“These people have short memories.” Remy scanned the crowd with dangerous eyes that made me ache for him. He gently brushed the hair from my eyes and slid my glasses back onto my face. “We have some time to kill. I’ll get us some drinks.”
I found myself biting my lip in his brief absence, thinking about the care in which he returned my glasses. Remy had this hold over me that made my head swim like I was under his spell… What was I thinking? He was magic.
Remy made his way back from the bar with a bottle of something. The guys, even the ones who had been talking to dancers, took the time to pat Remy on the back or give him a thumbs up as he passed. The girls weren’t too happy about that and glared hatefully at me. I certainly wasn’t making any friends here.
Fine by me. Fuck them.
“Fifty dollars says that you’re mine for the next half hour.” Remy placed a ticket stub on the table.
“Just fifty?” I coyly acted disappointed. “Last time you gave me a hundred.”
“Looks like you’re going to have to earn the rest of it.” He touched the icy bottle to the back of my thigh and spurred me forward.
That cold felt so good after those hot lights.
As we walked upstairs, Remy gave the bouncer stationed there the ticket and an extra fifty. The man told us to have fun then clinked the purple felted rope chain closed behind us then strolled a little further down the stairs so he was out of eye-shot.
The “Private Dance Rooms” were a wall of numbered, crushed red velvet, curtained-off alcoves. Remy pulled back the faded curtain divider of one so that I could walk in. Residual music was loud enough to dance to but also soft enough that we could actually talk to one another.
With a wicked smile, I dropped my purse and shoved Remy onto one of the pillowed benches that lined the wall. I kept just outside of arms reach and danced, slowly peeling layers of clothing off. His breathing became subtly heavier. Oh, he was hungry for every square-inch of smooth flesh I gave him. With every piece of clothing that fell, I dared him.
“Come here,” my eyelashes called to him.
How bad did he want it?
I wondered which of us would lose control first.
Remy hunched forward. No smile on his lips, just budding determination was written all over those strong, tattooed arms. It was spelled out on his every corded muscle. He would have me.
Down to just bra, panties, and heels, I flicked open the button on his jeans and slid my hands up under his shirt. They climbed over every hard ridge and valley, through the course patch of his chest hair before, arms raised, he let me pull his shirt right off. I discarded it and poured over him, blanketing him with kisses. I slid my thighs over his jeans and straddled his lap, facing him. My hands lightly massaged along his ribs before plunging to his waist.
He caught them both as I reached the metal treads of his zipper. “I told you to work for it.”
His deep voice shook me deeply. My restrained arms were wrapped behind my back as he effortlessly drew me closer. My legs now reflexively wrapped around his waist. He bit me hard on the shoulder and ground my body into his. The sensation skirted the cusp of pain enough that worry and thrill leap-frogged through me.
It dawned on me that he was actually letting me in. That was a huge deal! If we survived long enough, I’d bear witness to the heights of his potential and the depths of his depravity. What hidden depths was this man truly capable of?
When we fucked before, it was in-the-moment. Raw. Death loomed just yards away in every direction. It was the desperation of a final embrace. Some warmth before the cold, dark end.
This was another thing entirely.
“Would you like me to show you?” Remy cooed in my ear.
I’ve never met a man who could sharpen his smile into a knife like Remy could. Oh God, would I be able to handle all of him? Not just his cock, but his full attention? His love?
“Yes...” I moaned. I needed to know like I needed air. The darkness inside me wanted him to ruin me. The words I had hoped to be only thinking betrayed me and slipped out between my clenched teeth, “Tear me apart.”
To my great sadness, the pressure around my wrists vanished. For the briefest of moments, I was worried that I misjudged him and would be left wanting. I immediately felt the scratch of his fingernails closing around the straps of my bra, followed by the strain of fabric being tugged.
Remy tensed, and the clasp abruptly exploded.
My eyes went wide. Like a flash of lightning, one hand clenched my neck, dramatically restricting my ability to breathe, while the other tossed the wasted garment across the room.
That need for him became a raging inferno.
I’d have fallen backwards had he not had me by the throat. I only played at control, but he could truly do whatever he wanted. I was completely at the mercy of that monster inside him.
We have some time to kill, his words echoed in my head menacingly. Could a damaged man like Remy only be truly sated with brutality, the rending of bone and meat? Or did it crave a carnal pound of flesh as well?
What would happen if he used me all up?
Remy’s free arm cradled my ass and hoisted me up. Together, we careened into the padded wall. I was floating. The pressure on my neck, although intense, still allowed me to draw in a ragged breath. He slammed into me, the plush red wall at my naked back, and crushed me against his brutal body. My head jutted upwards, I could only watch him via the mirror on the ceiling.
He had so much power. I should’ve been terrified but didn’t really know why I wasn’t.
His teeth traced the length of my collarbone, dragging between my breasts to threaten each and every rib on my side with a bite. I was made of glass. Had he bit down hard enough, I might have shattered.
My arms draped atop his thick, scarred shoulders – purely ornamental. I barely noticed where they were. My eyes locked onto him through the smoke-yellowed mirror above.
Remy kissed around the stem of my breasts but ignored them otherwise. His stubble grazed by the tip of my swollen nipple which hardened into a cut diamond. He had them so hard, I was certain they would scratch his cheek as he passed. Then he leaned back to take me in fully.
My face reddened, body stretched out, stomach quivering. “More,” I mouthed, unable to spare the air for any actual sound.
He released my throat. I gasped and flooded my lungs with oxygen as he had me stand on the bench. A great hand found my chest and pinned me against the wall. He jerked down my damp panties. I then saw a thin thread of my juices stick to his finger as he snapped them down.
Fuck— I was soaked!
I had never been turned on this much before. I was ready for him in a way I didn’t think was even possible.
I wanted to ravage him, but he cruelly kept me at bay, only allowing me to watch. The bastard. His tongue drew circles over my hip bone and followed the panty-line to my crotch.
Just a little further...
Reading my mind, he hovered over my freshly-shaved pussy and toyed with me. I could feel every merciless exhale over my sensitive lips as my hips bucked for his touch. He then pulled away, his eyes running up my body, meeting mine.
“Please,” I mouthed. “Kiss me.”
Those dark orbs of his flashed wickedly as he obliged, then he dug his teeth into my thigh instead.
“Fuck!” My eyes rolled back. Pleasure-tipped pain coursed through my veins with electric current. My goosebumps had goosebumps. This must be what it was like to grasp live power lines. It made me so wet that if he ate me out now, he’d drown.
His fingers parted my wet lips. My tender hood quivered at the path of his exploring thumb. The very tip slid along the ridge of my inner walls, making promises only to dash them by pulling away. He bent my lower back toward him so that my body curved like the letter C – my shoulders, head and feet touching the wall.
Remy plunged his slick thumb into my mouth as his tongue stabbed at my clit.
I frantically licked and sucked on his thumb, appreciative that he gave me anything at all to do while he turned my pussy inside out. He oscillated his tongue with the tenacity between a last-death-row meal and passing disinterest.
My vibrating body was on fire!
His thumb was savagely ripped from my mouth just before he carelessly tossed me onto the bench, sending my glasses flying from the impact. I lay there, having no idea what to expect next. That was when he parted the teeth of his fly in the longest unzipping of my life.
At Muse’s, he had broken composure first and ravaged me. It was fast, messy, and thrashing as we generally smashed about. I think we even dented the car hood! This time, he emanated absolute control. It was almost like I was being fucked by a different man wearing Remy’s handsome skin. There was so much more to him than anyone could possibly know.
Those black jeans could no longer contain him. He burst out as the denim scooted down his chiseled thighs. Impulsively, I lunged for the bulge in his screamingly taut briefs.
Work for it, his words echoed in my mind, bringing me to a halt. I think my emerging composure surprised him as I was pretty sure he thought he had me pegged. I lightly glided my fingers over his lower back to his hips, hooked the elastic band, and dragged the briefs to his knees.
Now free from its cotton prison, Remy’s veined, rigid shaft sprang up. He fisted it, driving his hand back and forth down its length just for me as the darkened head bobbed behind his knuckles. He knew I wanted it. He easily read that in the way I bit my bottom lip, but I wouldn’t break.
Fuck me! I screamed internally. I knew if I said it out loud, he would have withdrawn to torture me more. I moaned, closed my eyes, and focused on picking out just his scent. I bathed in it, let it invade every pore of my body, and etched itself in that reptilian part of the brain specifically devoted to the pheromones of one’s mate.
Both hands grasped my hips. Finally! I swooned as his cock plunged inside of me. My pussy devoured him. I was insatiable! Every muscle in me contracted, flexed. I was a python crushing him, strangling his cock like he had choked me earlier.
Each thrust set every pink, wet cell of this body on fire. Ecstasy on an atomic level.
In a feeble attempt to steady my machine-gun heart, I fisted my hand over my left breast, smearing a few beads of blood transferred to my wrist from my shoulder.
His bite marks sang across my flesh, declaring to all his ownership.
It felt so fucking amazing.
I screamed and screamed as Remy shoved harder, grinding my body against him. His thrusts, along with the sight of my own red, bloody flecks, awakened a strength I didn’t know I had that would help me survive in his dark world. Somewhere deep inside, that shadow version of me rejoiced.
All concepts of time eluded me. The experience came in swells, rising and falling. So, too, did my orgasms and the waves of spasms that followed. My pussy pulsated, but that sensation was everywhere! And the heat… God, there was so much heat! Inside and out, I radiated like my soul was a stoked furnace.
Remy’s face tightened in concentration. It was clear he was on the verge of coming. I kicked off the floor and bench to slide off him completely. He almost fought me but then decided to release me and see what I was up to. I swung myself over and slid my lips around his soaked cock.
I took it deep enough to choke on it.
It slithered and flexed in my mouth. My tongue lapped his shaft briefly before giving his swollen head my full attention. My mouth was a wellspring of sweet, slick friction and pressure.
Remy came. The base of my tongue felt his seed firing like a shotgun blast down my throat without stopping. Burst after burst, I swallowed every hot, salty drop. Both my hands massaged his spent shaft and balls. I practically purred, greedily wanting everything.
It felt so good.
With a handful of my hair, he pulled his cock from my lips which culminated in a smacking sound, as I didn’t want to let him go. He sat behind me, his cock softened, but still very much turgid. I laid my head on his hard thigh, careful to give his sensitive member a little space to relax. He brushed the hair from my face so I could lie more comfortably, and a crazy, wonderful feeling washed over me that took me by surprise.
This was home.
Not just the sex, but the hard-won intimacy. I had a place with Remy. Home didn’t have to be a building or town. That sense of belonging didn’t have to come from a community or a biological family. I felt more love, tenderness, and understanding in the strokes of his hand through my hair than with anyone I’d ever known.
Sometimes love was being naked in a dirty strip club with a man you’ve just met.