35
BLAINE
EVEN IF I HADN’T TAKEN a dose of Viagra for work, I would’ve been hard as a rock. Damn, Chelsey did something to my cock I couldn’t put into words. I almost came just pressing into her on stage in front of a room full of women.
She felt just as amazing as she did a year before—sweet and soft in all the right places—and completely clueless to how perfect her body was. It was wrong to still want her. It made me a weak man considering how badly she’d hurt me, but I couldn’t help it. She was everything I’d ever wanted.
After my set, I stayed in the back to collect myself. If I stayed in the back, I wouldn’t have to see her face. I was confused by the fact that she was there. I never thought I’d see her face at the banana again.
What was she doing there?
She wasn’t with a group of girls or anything.
Was she there for me?
As soon as the thought went through my mind, I dismissed it. It didn’t pay to start thinking crazy shit. It was over. We were over. She’d made it so the night she went off fucking with Josh, the night my life shattered around me and I needed her.
I wiped at the sweat running down my face and downed a bottle of water. I had to get my head right. I still had a full night of work ahead of me, and Grandma’s new prescriptions were fucking expensive as hell. I didn’t have the luxury of getting off track… even if my heart and mind needed a night to get their shit together.
“Hey, man, you okay? You look like you just saw a ghost,” Marshall said.
He’d just got off stage, doing his football player routine, which the women loved. He was a big motherfucker, with huge shoulders. The football uniform was perfect for him.
We’d grown close since I started working at the banana. Not close enough to hangout outside of work, but he was one of the boys I trusted the most. He was a good guy.
“Yeah, man, I’m good. Just tired.”
“Well, you better put some pep back in your step. You got the back rooms tonight, too. Plus, my girl came tonight. I want you to meet her.” He grabbed my shoulder and shook it. “Well, speak of the devil. Here she is now.”
I looked up and my eyes clashed with Lynn’s. I hadn’t seen her since high school, but she looked exactly the same. Beside her stood Chelsey. Both were staring at me letting their eyes drop to my hard cock. I had on my G-string, but it left little to the imagination. Chelsey had already seen everything I had to offer, it was Lynn’s eyes on me that made me flinch.
“We keep running into each other, huh, Little Doe?”
Marshall’s brow pinched in. “You guys know each other?”
“We went to high school together,” Lynn said. “This is the asshole who broke my best friend’s heart.”
I laughed. She was obviously clueless about the situation. Of course, she’d only know Chelsey’s side, and of course, Chelsey would make herself out to be a fucking saint.
“You think that’s funny?” Lynn snapped.
My eyes moved over Chelsey. Her shoulders were tense and she was digging her nails into Lynn’s arm as if to tell her to shut the fuck up.
“I think it’s funny you believe that bullshit.” I stood. “I have work to do. Women to please. If you don’t mind.”
I walked past them, ignoring Lynn’s glare. Stopping at Chelsey’s side, I bent down and whispered, “Thanks for the ride on stage. I felt how wet you were through your panties. It’s nice to know I still got it when it comes to you.”
Her eyes cut across my face and her lips pinched together.
“Fuck you, Blaine.” Her words shocked me and turned me on all at once.
“Been there done that.”
I left her standing there with her mouth wide open and angry eyes.
Fuck it. Fuck it all to hell.
I spent the rest of the night in the back rooms. Even though it felt wrong, I fucked two women. It was becoming harder and harder to do my job. Especially when all I could think about was Chelsey. It was like I was tainting our memories together or something, which honestly, they’d been tainted for over a year. None of it made any sense to me.
Going in the last room for the night, I found Rosie sitting on the couch waiting for me. She was a big spender, but I just wasn’t feeling it. Still, I gave her what she came for.
“You going to come on this fat cock?” I asked as I fucked her hard and fast.
“Yes. Please make me come, Jack,” she screamed out.
The sounds of our bodies filled the room as I took out my frustrations on her pussy. I kept my eyes closed the entire time. The burn of guilt so strong I felt sick to my stomach.
“Fuck! Your cock is the best, baby. It’s so fucking good. I love it when you fuck me like this. Fuck me like your little whore.”
I pulled her hair, making her gasp at the pain of it, and then I smacked her ass hard, making my palm sting. “You like getting fucked like a little whore? Oh, I’ll fuck you like a little whore. You’re Jack’s little slut, aren’t you, dirty girl?”
“Yes. I’m your slut. I’m your dirty, nasty whore.”
And then she fell apart around me. It was then that tears threatened. I blinked them away as I kept going, fucking her through her orgasm and feeling like the biggest piece of shit to ever grace the Earth.
Then I opened my eyes, and my heart stopped. Chelsey was standing at the door staring back at me. She was watching me with shocked eyes as I fucked another woman. She’d seen me pull Rosie’s hair and smack her ass. She’d heard me say all the vile things Rosie liked to hear… things I’d never dream of saying to Chelsey.
In that moment, I cracked. I couldn’t do this anymore. I’d known for a while it was coming, but I was done. I couldn’t continue to fuck women like this—to have them use me the way the girls in high school used to—the way I believe Chelsey did.
I pulled out, my cock still hard as a rock, and I blushed with embarrassment when Chelsey looked down at my condom-covered cock.
Then she was gone, and the door slammed behind her. Tugging my jeans over my hips, I left Rosie lying on the couch and went after Chelsey.
She was speed-walking down the hallway and I caught up with her easily.
“Chelsey, wait,” I said, grabbing her arm and pulling her back. “I’m sorry.”
I don’t know why I said those words. It’s not like I meant anything to her anyway. I never had and probably never would, but still, I felt so fucking bad. I felt sick to my stomach knowing she’d seen me with another woman. I knew what it felt like. She’d done the same with me.
I should’ve been happy she’d walked in. I should’ve been a lot of things, but I wasn’t. Chelsey hurt me, but I wasn’t so sure I had it in me to hurt her anymore.
“You have nothing to be sorry about,” she said. She swallowed and blinked at the tears that filled her eyes. “You’re a single man, Blaine. You can do whatever you want.”
“But you’re upset. I can tell you’re upset.”
The bigger question was, why I gave a flying fuck that she was upset. She hadn’t cared about my feelings a year before when she was out having a fucking blast with fuck face.
Then she shocked me.
“Blaine, why did we never do it like that?” she asked.
My grip on her arm loosened and I looked down at her in confusion. “Excuse me?”
She blushed and looked away. “You were always so soft and sweet with me. Why? Were you not into it with me like you were with her?”
I could hardly believe my ears. Did this woman not know what she did to me? Did she not know the things she did to my body or my mind?
Of course, I was always soft and sweet with her. Chelsey was soft and sweet, and I’d been her first. I didn’t want to hurt her or scare her, but it never mattered. She was always the best I’d ever been with.
“Is that what you want, Chelsey. You want it rough?” I felt myself lean into her.
She was like a fucking magnet with me. Always a fucking magnet.
“Yes.” Her eyes widened at her confession. “I’m sick of being treated like a princess. I want what that woman had.”
My cock jerked at the thought of fucking her. Giving it to her exactly like she wanted it, but I couldn’t. I still smelled of another woman. I was still sweaty from fucking another. I couldn’t touch her. Not the way I was. Chelsey deserved so much more, and I wanted to give her more.
“I can’t do that with you,” I said honestly.
I couldn’t. Not at that moment at least. Not until I was cleansed of the dirty shit I’d been doing in the club.
“Well, if you can’t, I’ll find someone who can,” she snapped.
Then something crazy happened. I let her see my cards. I hadn’t even realized how adamant I was about Chelsey being with someone else. I knew it bothered me, but I didn’t understand how badly until she talked about another man fucking her senseless. The thought of another man touching her lit fire to my nerves, and I slammed my fist into the wall beside her.
“No one touches you. Got it?” My teeth grinded together, the muscle in my cheek popped painfully.
She pushed against my chest, her angry eyes matching mine.
“Why not? You can do it! You can get on stage and show all those women all your business. You can fuck them until they’re collapsing on the couch, but I can’t,” she yelled, her voice echoing off the black walls surrounding us. “If you can do it, then so can I!”
“Over. My. Fucking. Dead. Body.” I emphasized each word.
And I meant them. I didn’t care what I had to do.
“That’s too bad. Your little sister’s going to miss you.”
Then she tugged her arm loose and ran away from me. I started to go after her, but Rosie was at my side rubbing her hand down my arm.
“Everything okay, lover?” she asked.
I pulled my arm away from her, hating the way her touch felt. “No. Everything’s not fucking okay.”