King
I shouldn’t have done it.
Giving in to Christy’s seduction had basically confirmed to her that she could break me. The sex was still on my terms, though—carnal and dominating like I’d intended. Christy took it like I knew she would, reaching orgasm several times. The way she’d screamed out that she was my slut over and over again was more satisfying than expected. Just thinking about it got me horny.
But she’d clammed up soon afterwards. Not because of embarrassment or humiliation, but more because she knew, as I did, that any relationship between us was sure to end badly. Christy still wanted me, though. I could tell by the way she moaned into my mouth during our parting kiss.
Fuck, I wanted to get between her legs again. Or inside her talented mouth. As many partners as I’d ever had, not a single one had responded to me the way that she did, or had been as turned on by a blowjob as I was. Even as she gagged on my cock, her moans told me she was getting wetter in between her thighs. It was the kind of thing that fantasies were made of, but nobody expected them to be true, especially with someone like Christy, who was undoubtedly the entire package.
I stopped my train of thought then and there. What was I doing? I didn’t need anything complicated in my life now, or ever. My life was too complicated to involve anyone else in it, especially someone like Christy. One look at her and she immediately gave off the vibe that she was carefree on the outside and high maintenance on the inside. I knew, just knew, that nothing would ever be simple with her. Even if Christy was the most carefree woman in the world, she was still a woman. I knew enough from experience that there was no such thing as ‘uncomplicated’ when it came to the opposite sex.
No, it was better to steer clear of Christy, like I knew she was going to do to me. She’d had the right idea straight after sex, backing away from what she’d done and retreating into safer waters. It seemed to be working for her, so maybe I needed to give it a shot.
# # #
A week of working at Diamond Castle had taught me many things, some of which were entirely expected and others that threw me for a complete loop.
First, drunk men and beautiful women were a bad combination. This was one that didn’t surprise me, though the extent to which it was true was highly alarming. The number of times I’d had to stop a guy from going after any of the girls or just starting a brawl with another guy for no reason was maddening. It was probably made worse by the fact that the type of customer to frequent Diamond Castle was not the kind of customer to take instructions well.
Secondly, every single girl that worked in the club had a complete lack of sense when it came to anything even remotely dangerous. Before working at the club, I didn’t know a danger radar was something that some girls came built without. It was a bizarre sight to see so many females making flimsy excuses in clearly dangerous situations. Not even ten minutes earlier, one of the girls had admitted that there was a man who’d snuck backstage to hide behind a curtain and watch the girls. She’d gotten rid of him when she’d found him, thankfully, but managed to end up describing the incident as just a man being perhaps a little too ‘eager.’
Third, and perhaps the most surprising of all, Christy had been impossible to get out of my mind.
“King, have you seen Christy?” Jasmine asked.
Wow, even when I tried not to think of her, a stray thought or a mention of her name, and I was back to my fantasies.
I shook my head without looking at Jasmine. Somehow, she took that as a sign to continue.
“She’s meant to be on in five minutes, but I can’t find her in any of the back rooms, and, as far as I know, nobody’s booked her.”
“Rossi?” I asked. Her face cleared of its worry, and she let out a bright smile. Jasmine was one of the only ones I ever bothered to communicate with at work, besides Christy and my boss. It was partly because she had never tried hitting on me and partly because she accepted my one-word answers without hesitation.
“Good idea. I’ll check with Jarren. Thanks, King.”
Jasmine walked off, and I was left with Christy on my mind again. What was it about her?
She was definitely sexy and magnetic, but I admired her, too. She was always motivated and focused, more than the other dancers were, anyway. It was clear that most of the girls used the job as a means to an end, taking advantage of their body and looks. Christy was different. She actually liked the job and liked entertaining others.
Yep, I spent way too much time watching her.
“Christy! There you are. You’re on in two!” Jasmine was dragging Christy behind her by the wrist, while Christy struggled to keep up with the other girl’s long legs. It was almost comical the way she staggered behind her.
A moment later, the club music changed into something a little jazzier, as Christy appeared on stage with no dancers to accompany her today.
She was electric, and I wasn’t the only one who noticed the difference from her usual routines.
“She’s on fire tonight, isn’t she?” Rossi said from beside me, ogling her with lustful eyes.
I had a sudden urge to bring my fist into his face.
“Too bad the bitch doesn’t know her place the rest of the time, right?”
Luckily for my job, he left before I had the chance to do or say anything that would get me in trouble.
When Christy finally finished her set, she came down to work the floor, like she usually did. I caught her arm as she walked by and pulled her over into my corner. It had been days since we’d spoken, and I knew she was slightly wary and confused.
“What were you doing with Rossi earlier?”
“What, why?” she asked.
“Was he giving you a hard time?”
“No, Jesus. It’s just Rossi. He’s harmless.”
I shook my head at her. How could she be blind to the looks of contempt he gave her?
“Maybe a little sleazy, but still harmless,” she continued.
So, she noticed him eyeing her up like a piece of meat, but not the hateful glances? Christy was going to kill me.
“I think you should stay away from him.”
“And why would I do that?” she said indignantly.
“Because I said so. I don’t want you near him.”
“He’s my boss. How do you suppose I manage that?”
I almost growled at her. “I don’t know. Find a way.”
“All right, big boy,” she patted me mockingly on my bicep. “I’ll be sure to do that.”
And then she walked away, not a care in the world, ass swaying like it always did.