Grit
Tearing down the Vegas Strip on his bike, Grit couldn’t believe that Honey was still on his mind. It’d been weeks since the Vandals had enlisted her help, and though she’d been meeting up with Razor and Putt, she was still as fresh in his thoughts as she’d been the night of that first meeting the private room at Fantasies.
Stay fuckin’ focused, Grit, he thought, the neon of the city passing on his sides in a multi-colored blur. More important shit to worry about than some chick. Even a chick who looks like that.
But he knew it was easier said than done. He’d scolded himself in the same way just about every day, whenever Honey danced her way into his thoughts, distracting him from everything else.
After turned off the Strip and heading west, he pulled into the parking lot of Connor’s, one of the dive bars in town where he and the rest of the Vandals liked to drink. Stepping into the place, he spotted Stone, his VP, at the bar.
“There’s the man,” said Stone, getting up and slapping Grit on the shoulder as he arrived. “Another beer for the boss.”
The bartender nodded and poured Grit a tall glass of golden beer. Grit snatched it off the bar and drained about half the glass in a single swig.
“And a shot of whiskey, too,” said Grit.
“Damn,” said Stone. “Someone’s not fucking around.”
“Just got a lot on my mind,” said Grit, sliding into the seat next to Stone.
“No kidding,” said Stone. “You been keeping tabs on this shit with Fantasies?”
“You bet your ass I have,” said Grit. “Still nothing solid, but our contact’s been painting a pretty clear picture with the little bit that she’s been noticing.”
“Yeah,” said Stone. “Locked-off basement, secret deliveries—it’s looking like some kind shady shit’s been going down. And you hear the news about Rhino?”
“No, what?” asked Grit.
Rhino was a member of the Elders, one of the MCs in town that the Vandals worked with from time to time.
“Dead.”
Grit raised his eyebrows.
“You’re fuckin’ kidding me,” he said. “What happened?”
“Drugs. Another fuckin’ OD or poisoning or something. He wasn’t even a hardcore user; just bought a little something to the party last weekend and it ended up killing the poor bastard. Two of the other Elders who got into the shit got off easy—they’re just in the hospital.”
“This is getting’ bad,” said Grit. “We gotta get this shit sorted out pronto.”
“That girl better come through for us soon,” said Stone, raising his glass to his lips. “This shit’s just gonna keep killing.”
Grit knew Stone was right. He was sure that Honey was doing her best in a tough situation, but the slow trickle of information that she’d been bringing them just wasn’t enough to make a move. Fantasies was owned by some powerful people, and if they pulled anything and ended up being wrong, Grit knew that there’d be hell to pay.
Before he could say another word, Grit’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He slipped it out and saw that it was a text from Honey.
“Huh,” said Grit.
“What’s up?”
“Speakin’ of the fuckin’ devil,” he said. “Just got a text from our contact.”
“Yeah? What’s she got for us?”
“Not sure, just says to meet her at the usual hotel room.”
“Good,” said Stone. “Hopefully if she’s asking to meet with you personally that means she’s got something good for us.”
Grit nodded in agreement. He hated waiting around like this—he preferred action, and sitting around hoping things happened just wasn’t his style. Tossing back his shot and draining the rest of his beer, Grit got up from his seat.
“No rest for the weary,” said Stone. “See you later, boss. And keep me posted—you’re not the only one eager to crack some skulls.”
Grit gave him a knowing nod and headed out. Back on his bike, he thought about the meeting ahead. Against his better instincts, he couldn’t help but feel a little excited. There was a strange tingling in his stomach that reminded him of being a kid spotting a girl he had a crush on during school.
Goddamn, he thought. What the hell’s wrong with me? This shit’s business, nothing more. I’m gonna meet this girl, get the info, and send her on her way. The sooner we get this drug situation sorted out, the sooner I get her back to her normal life.
Grit pulled up to the hotel and headed inside. Once at the designated room, he gave the door a rap.
“Come in,” spoke the familiar voice of Honey from inside.
Grit opened the door and stepped inside. He couldn’t believe what he saw.
It was Honey, all right. But she was dressed to kill. Sitting on the chair in the corner of the room, the window behind her looking out onto the city, she wore nothing but a thin, red satin robe that showed off just about all the skin that Grit could want to see. Her legs were crossed seductively, and a naughty little smile played on her sensual lips.
Fucking Christ, thought Grit.
“Yo,” he said, stepping into the room and taking a seat on the bed. “Let’s get down to business.”
“Sure thing,” said Honey. “Something to drink first?”
“Fine,” said Grit. “What you got?”
“I was feeling a little … festive today,” said Honey, getting out of her seat and walking towards the mini-fridge with slow steps, her round ass passing right in front of Grit’s eyes.
She reached into the fridge and pulled out a bottle of sparkling wine and two chilled glasses.
“Bubbly, huh?” asked Grit. “I’m hoping this means that there’s something to celebrate.”
“Don’t need something to celebrate to have a little fun.”
Honey gripped the corkscrew and pulled it open, the pop sounding through the room. She poured two glasses and handed one to Grit. He took it from her and raised the glass to his lips.
“Not yet,” said Honey. “We have to find something to celebrate first.”
Grit smirked.
“What you got in mind? ’Cause I’ve got plenty to worry about, and not much cause for celebration these days.”
“Well,” said Honey. “How about you’re celebrating that tonight, at least, you don’t need to worry about any of that? You can relax, sit back, and enjoy some wine and good company.”
Grit knew right then and there that this meeting was more about pleasure than business. He felt his cock harden a bit in his jean as his eyes move up and down Honey’s body.
“I guess that depends on how good the company is,” said Grit.
“Hm,” said Honey. “Let me show you.”
She took a slow sip of her wine, her eyes fixed on Grit all the while. When she was done, she set her glass down, stood up, and walked over to the stereo. Bending over, her ass pointed right at Grit, she flipped the stereo and turned it to a sultry R&B station.
“So far, so good,” said Grit. “Now, let’s see what else you got in mind.”
“Oh, I’ve got plenty,” said Honey, turning back towards Grit. “Mostly, though, it’s you that I’ve been thinking about.”
“That right?” asked Grit.
“Mhmm,” said Honey, stepping towards Grit with a sensual, hip-swaying walk. “Don’t know what it is about you, but I just can’t concentrate on anything these days. Makes doing my job pretty hard.”
So, thought Grit. We’ve both been thinking about the same thing. Nothing wrong with that.
Grit’s sense of duty, the fact that he knew there were a hundred different things at the moment that all begged for his attention, pulled at him. But seeing Honey standing in front of him, her body looking absolutely killer, he didn’t care about anything else.
“Just get comfortable,” she said. “This one’s on the house.”
Honey began moving her body to the rhythm of the music, moving closer and closer to Grit by the second. Once she closed the distance, she turned, placed her ass right on Grit’s lap, and began rubbing back and forth. Grit’s cock went stone-solid right away, the feeling of her body pressed against his driving him wild. Honey moved her ass up a bit, letting the thin fabric of the robe move up, giving Grit a peek at her full, round ass. Grit could barely contain himself as she rubbed up against him; he felt as though he was losing control by the second.
Then, Honey stepped back, flashed Grit another sly smile, and slowly undid the sash of the robe. With a slow, fluid motion, she pulled the robe back over her shoulders and let it drop to her feet. Grit took in a slow draw of breath as he looked at her naked body. Her breasts were heavy, yet pert, her stomach was toned and smooth, and her pussy looked good enough to eat.
But she seemed to have a little more teasing in mind.
Continuing to move to the music, she straddled Grit, letting her breasts hang right in his face. Grit couldn’t help himself—he reached up, taking one of her breasts into his hands and bringing her pink nipple into his mouth. But before he could give it too much attention, Honey gave his hand a gentle slap.
“Now, now,” she said. “You know the strip club rules: I can touch you, but you can’t touch me.”
Grit smirked.
“Fine,” he said. “I’ll be a good customer.”
Honey flashed Grit another sexy little grin and went back to her dancing.
Grit’s eyes devoured every bit of Honey’s flawless body, and though he was fine playing by the rules for now, he knew that he only had so much restraint. A girl like Honey moving her body like that in front of him; it was almost too much to bear.
But just when the tension began to build to a boiling point, Honey decided to take things to the next level. Standing in front of Grit, she placed her hands on his solid, thick chest and slowly moved her body down until she was on her knees in front of him. Her hands followed, moving down his chest until they came to a rest on the outline of his cock through his jeans.
“Hmm,” Honey said. “Someone’s eager.”
“Girl, you have no idea,” said Grit, running his hands through her hair.
“Ah-ah,” said Honey. “Remember the rules.”
“Such a stickler,” said Grit.
“What can I say?” said Honey. “I’m a real professional.”
Honey moved her hands over Grit’s crotch, dragging her fingertips over the outline of his prick. Just when Grit thought he wasn’t going to be able to take any more teasing, Honey went to work. With deft movements, she undid his belt, followed by his zipper, then she finally reached into his boxer briefs and withdrew his fully-hard cock.
“Damn,” she said, holding his prick in her hands and admiring the size and thickness. “Not sure I’m gonna be able to handle all this.”
“Didn’t you just say you’re a professional?” said Grit, eager to see his cock enveloped in her gorgeous little mouth.
“I did, didn’t I,” said Honey. “I’ll just have to give it my best shot.”
Honey started by stroking his prick slowly, moving her hands sensually up and down the length. Grit grunted as she stroked him, the waves of pleasure shooting up his body already. She handled his cock with expert skill, rubbing him just under the head with one hand as she jerked him with the other. Finally, after flashing another devilish little glance in his direction, Honey opened her mouth and began licking his head, moving her tongue along his head where she’d just been teasing him. Then, after a little more of that, she opened her jaw wide and took his head into her mouth.
The warm, wet feeling of his cock in Honey’s mouth was beyond compared. And as she held him in her mouth she kept at it with her tongue, licking him as she formed a tight seal with her lips. Next, slowly, she moved her lips down his length, taking inch after inch of his thick member into her mouth. Grit watched her eagerly, wondering if she was going to be able to fit the whole thing.
“Good fuckin’ girl,” he said once her mouth reached the base of his prick.
Honey said nothing, instead making a sensual “mmm” noise, the vibrations running up the length of Grit’s prick. Once she’d reached the bottom, she moved her mouth back up towards his head, letting her jaw rest for a moment, her first pass complete. Then, she picked up the pace, bobbing up and down Grit’s cock, the wet sounds of her lips and tongue at work blending with the music on the radio. Grit was just about at his breaking point. The pleasure was so intense that he felt at any moment he might explode in her mouth, shooting his hot load right down her throat.
But he had other things in mind for Honey.
Grit was just about done with the “no touching” rule. His cock fully down Honey’s throat, Grit slipped his hands under her arms and raised her to her feet.
“No touching,” she said, her mouth still sensual and crafty.
“Fuck the rules,” said Grit.
Before Honey had a chance to respond, Grit shot up to his feet, grabbed Honey by the hips, and spun her around. Wrapping one arm around Honey’s waist and pushing her with the other, Grit moved Honey towards the bed, shoving her onto it so that her perfect, heart-shaped ass stuck right into the air. Grit knew that he was losing control by the second. Some beast deep within him was taking over, and all he could think about was the wet pussy right in front of him. He couldn’t ever remember feeling this taken over by a woman before; at that moment he didn’t want anything else but her.
“You gonna fuck me now?” asked Honey, turning her head around and looking into Grit’s eyes.
Grit decided that the time for talking was long over. Bringing his hand up into the air, he brought it down hard on her round ass, the sharp crack of his hand on the ripe flesh ringing through the room. Honey let out a little squeal that was at one surprised, pained, and pleasured. Grit watched as she shoved her ass into his crotch, begging without speaking. He could tell clear as day that she wanted it just as badly as he did. And he was more than willing to give it to her.
Taking his cock by the base, he placed the head right at the opening of her sex, savoring the feeling of her wet pussy. Once he decided that he could no longer take the tension, Grit placed his free hand on her shoulder held Honey in place and shoved his cock deeply and fully into her.
A long moan sounded from Honey, a pleasured cry that ran through her body. The arch in her back flattened, and she let her face drop into the bed sheets.
“Goddamn, you’re so fucking tight,” said Grit, composing himself as not to cum right away.
“Oh, you fill me up so good,” said Honey. “You feel perfect.”
Grit clamped his hands down hard on Honey’s hips as he began bucking into her. His pace was steady and relentless. Looking down, he watched the flesh of Honey’s ass shake with each impact of his hips, and took sweet pleasure in the sight of his cock entering her over and over again. Honey was tight all over, from her body to her pussy, and Grit knew from that first minute of fucking that he just might get addicted to this girl.
Honey squirmed and moaned as Grit drove into her over and over. Reaching up, Grit took a handful of Honey’s hair, wrapped it around his hand, and gave it a firm yank. Another girlish squeal shot out of Honey’s mouth, and Grit couldn’t help but grin at her enjoyment of the little bit of pain that he chose to mix with the pleasure.
After fucking her from behind for a time, Grit grabbed Honey by the hips and flipped her over. Once turned around, Honey wrapped her legs around Grit and pulled him close. Remaining standing in front of the bed, Honey spread out before him, Grit entered her once again. By now she was wet beyond compare, and her eager pussy accommodated his cock with ease. He pounded her relentlessly, watching her heaving breasts shake with each penetration. Honey’s face was contorted into a grimace of pure pleasure, and Grit could tell that she was on the verge.
“You gonna come for me, baby?” asked Honey.
“Fuck, yeah,” said Grit, his voice an animal’s snarl. “But you’re gonna come first.”
“Oh, God,” she said as he drove into her over and over. “I’m so close, I’m gonna—”
A look that was something like surprise crossed Honey’s face. Then, her body was wracked with a seizure of pleasure. She moaned and screamed as she came, reaching up and grabbing hard onto Grit’s arms to hold herself steady. Watching Honey cum was about the sexiest goddamn thing that Grit had ever seen, and he knew right then and there that he wasn’t going to be able to hold it in any longer. With a grunt, he came, unloading himself deep into Honey. He held her hips hard as he exploded in her, the ecstasy shooting out from his crotch and into the rest of his body. He’d never cum quite that hard before.
His pace slowed, and soon came to a stop. Once they’d both finished, Grit pulled his cock out of Honey and fell onto the bed at her side.
Then, he pulled Honey close, their sweat-slick bodies both warm and cool at the same time.
I might’ve just done a really bad thing, thought Grit, holding Honey close and staring into her grass-green eyes. But damn did it feel good.
But as they lay together, Grit couldn’t help but wonder if he’d made this whole situation more complicated. He’d lost control and stomped over the barrier between the two of them. There was no going back.
Grit knew he’d possibly just opened himself up to a world of trouble.
One way to find out, he thought, his eyes drifting to the glow of the evening city outside of the window.