Jesus, she’s got muscle and now a fucking mob boss on her side? What next? And fuck him for thinking he can tell me where I can’t look. “What’d Cal want?”
“Hello to you too, Skye.”
Her eyes look around seeing if anybody heard. “I’m Sunny here, got it? Call me Sunny.” She whispers.
Taking a long pull of the beer she brought me I look over her shoulder at the naked flesh on the stage. Not that I really give a shit but she doesn’t need to know that. There’s absolutely no faster way to get an uninterested woman interested, then, showing your disinterest. Trust me works every time. When she goes to walk away I reply. “What’s with the name change?” Her shrug is oddly submissive for such a spirit. “Skye—“
“Shhhh!” Her eyes are back to blazing except it’s from her temper rather than desire. I’d prefer desire, lust, want, take your pick. “It’s just safer to not give out my real name here.”
“What’s your real name—“
She stares at me for second before opening her mouth. “I’ve gotta get back to work—“
“Just answer the question.”
Leaning closer my hand automatically reaches up to tuck a few strands of her hair out of her face.
“Skye, my real name is Skye. Please, don’t use it here.” I was about to give her some more shit but there was a seriousness on her face and something else. Fear possibly? I like fucking with her, firing her up but I don’t want to see fear from her….ever. “Do you want a private lap dance?”
Umm….whaaaaaaa? Took me a second to even realize what she asked. Do I want a private lap dance? From her? Ahh yeah, I did. Fairly certain that would be the only way I could get her alone for a few minutes without Pacino or one of his apes returning I agree. “Why not?” Last thing I wanted was her thinking I was eager.
“Follow me.” Woman had a roll to her hips and a sway to her ass that spoke measures. If Skye moved like that outta bed she’d rock the fuck outta a man in bed. “Right in there. Set your drink on the side table and sit on your hands.” I see her nod to ape number two, I’m pretty sure she called him Charlie? “Two minutes.” Then, she walked away. Probably to slip into something more comfortable. I do as she said and wait. I would’ve never guessed there’d be a crowd waiting for fat chicks to give them a private dance but….then again, here I am waiting. Touche’, Touche’.
Suddenly, the music starts and it’s loud enough that my head pounds with the beat. Only light in the small room are two red lightbulbs on either side of the room. Fucking chair probably had all kinds of std’s growing on it. I’ll bleach my ass when I got home. “Shit!” The blonde that had just been on the stage sauntered in and closed the door behind her. Not who I was expecting….at all. “Look, I thought—“
“Shhh….just enjoy, sexy.” The chick straddled me like I was a fuckin’ gynecologist table and started to grind her pussy on me like she had an itch only my dick could scratch. Fucking ‘A’, I’m gonna have to bathe in bleach. Leaning against my chest I hold my breath as she turned towards me and spoke. “I knew you liked what you saw when you came in. I felt your eyes on me.” Bending forward she put her hands on the floor between my feet and bounced. Fucking bounced. My cock is not a pogo stick, especially for this bitch. Her hot pink g-string left hardly anything to the imagination—not that I was imagining shit about her. That’s when it hit me….the smell of her arousal. C’mon on! This bitch is creaming and my dick is trying to crawl back inside my body. I can’t take it anymore, I just can’t.
“Thanks, but I gotta go.” I slide the folding chair back as she shimmied in front of me basically feeling herself up for my viewing pleasure, I guess. Wasn’t working. I open the door, toss two twenties on the now vacant seat, and walk straight past Charlie.
My seat near the stage is now occupied—not that I planned on sitting there again. I need a fucking drink. Something stronger than a Miller Lite. Walking up to the bar I see her. Time her and I had a little talk. Without so much as a squeak in the floor I cage her body beneath mine and when she jumps beneath me I whisper in her ear. “You think you’re pretty funny, don’tja sweetheart?”
“What are you talking about? Get off of me!”
I rub my quickly inflating cock over the swell of her ass before settling right between her cheeks. “I’ve got no problem getting off on you, sweetheart. You say—“ Crunch! I feel the cartilage in my nose cracking as she slams the back of her head into my face. “Jesus Christ!” In an instant I can’t breathe. I just….can’t….breathe! The damn crazy ass woman has my balls clenched in her hand as she looks at me with clenched teeth and green eyes sparking.
“Don’t you ever—I mean EVER touch me like you can! Do you understand, fuckwad?” Her grip on my nuts tighten and I think I might just pass out. White spots float in front of my eyes and before I even realize how long I’ve gone without oxygen I gasp as she releases her hold. “Get the fuck out of here before I decide not to let go next time.” Then, she simply walks away. Skye? Yeah, the name fits her. Skye blew into my life like a dark storm, fucked me up and demanded I cleanup my own shit while she just moved on to brighter things.
Chapter Three
**Jaden**
“What in the fuck is wrong with me?” Great, now I’m talking to myself. I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore. I left the club, but I only made it as far as my car. I was sitting in my C-class Mercedes Benz, and if I thought it was creepy sitting there watching some chick take her clothes off for cash—I was royally fucking creepy sitting in my car waiting for Skye to come out. The club closed thirty minutes ago and I still haven’t seen her. I should really be running as far and as fast as I could. In one night she’d hit me with her drink tray, had some horny skank grind her stanky-ass pussy on me, and almost made my nuts explode—NOT in the good way either. All of it? Fucking crazy and insanely hot as hell. That’s right, the sick fuck I am got so fucking hard that it’s taken the last thirty minutes for my dick to calm itself down.
Women have always come easy for me, really easy. But, each one was like a clone of the one before. There I was today, a bitch dry humping me in a private room, and I realized that she was like every other woman I’ve nailed in the last four or five years: tall, thin, fake tits, fake tan, and an easy lay. This time, her type hadn’t done a thing for me. Christ, the room reeked of her arousal, she bounced on my dick like it was a trampoline, and I was limp as hell. Trust me when I say I don’t have a single problem getting it up. Skye’s proved that several times today. I wouldn’t be surprised if the chick gave me a stroke soon.
I guess that’s part of my draw to this chick. Okay, okay, I’ve watched her for a while. She’s just so opposite of any of the clones I know. She knows she’s different and she doesn’t give a shit. Her black hair is often piled on her head in these huge curls that bounce with each step…it’s weird; she’s weird. Hello, the woman is working at a strip club in a pair of sneakers. Who does that? The Converse made me smile, but it made my balls tingle too. I own a gym, and I see some of the best female bodies out there. Many of them have no qualms nailing a personal trainer. Hell, it’s kinda the norm with many girls. Hell, it’s the norm for me; well, it has been anyhow.
There she is. Her hair is back up again and it bugs me. I just want to pull out that hair tie and run my fingers through the dark strands and see if they feel as smooth as they look. I roll down my window when she gets closer, half afraid if I scare her, she’ll pull a gun out or something on me. Skye has proven tonight that she’s definitely a badass. “Hey, sweetheart.” Shit! I see her jump and regret hits me hard.