Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
Callum
I’ve decided to join Magic Nights Chicago. I know Moira’s not thrilled about it. All the guys call it a dance company, which makes me laugh. Because okay, sure, we dance…we just dance with minimal clothes on.
“So you’re sure you’re okay with starting tonight?” Celestino asks me.
“I should be okay. I ran through a couple of pieces with your choreographer. And she said they were good. I just hope that I remember them when I’m up there.” I laugh.
“Yeah, the first few shows were the hardest for me too. Not so much remembering the dances, but trying not to drop or step on the women.” Rónán chuckles.
“Holy shit, I didn’t even think of that. Fuck me. Now I’m even more worried.”
“You can always take Moira up, that way if you step on her, she might not get as mad.”
“Says who?” Moira says as she joins all of us. “I don’t want to get stepped on. Have you seen his feet? They’re huge!”
“Isn’t that supposed to be a good thing?” Aodhan laughs.
I look down at my feet, then back up at Moira and smile. She’s laughing as she watches me.
“What time do we have to leave?” I ask.
“We try to be at the club around three. The doors open at five, first show’s at six. Second at eight,” Francesco says to me.
“Are you all coming?” Celestino asks.
“We come to every show,” Luciana says as she rolls her eyes at her brother. “Tonight all the women are coming. Mancini, Athanasiou and Nikolaidis too.”
“It’s going to be an interesting night.” Lorenzo laughs.
“When all the women are at our shows, it’s always interesting.” Celestino laughs.
I hold Moira as we watch our family. I always wanted siblings, and now I have them.
At the beginning, I worried because this is Francesco’s family.
And when I first met him, I hated him. He’s the one that had Maeve’s heart.
But the more I got to know him, the more I realized that he didn’t hurt her on purpose.
When he left her, he wanted to come back, but didn’t know how.
I can see how that could happen. So in the last year, we’ve become like brothers.
And I’m truly happy for both of them. Saoirse still calls me ‘Da Callum’ and I hope she never stops.
I know I’m a lucky man to have Moira, she understands my situation with Saoirse. And she loves her as much as I do.
My Lake Renegade family is the kind of family that people dream of. They protect and support each other no matter what the situation is. It’s a rare thing to find.
Moira
I have mixed feelings about Callum stripping tonight.
Trust is not the issue here, my issue is the women.
I’ve seen what they do and it can be a lot to deal with.
My other option is that I could stay home, but I think that would be worse.
Plus, I’ve always gone to the shows. I’m not going to stop now.
“You look concerned,” Luciana teases me.
“I feel like I need to apologize to you.”
“Me? Why?” She frowns.
“Because of when we first met Rónán and you said you had issues with the dancing. I was like, WHY. It’s your club and there’s no way he’d do anything to hurt you. But now? I get it. I’m dreading watching those women putting their hands on my Callum. Ugh.”
Every one of my girls are snickering at me. Even Maeve. Sweet, innocent Maeve…is snickering. I squint at each of them. And flip them off.
We decide to all head to the club together.
Luminescence is owned by the Bastianini and Mancini families.
It used to be a regular bar club. But about six years ago they changed it to a club with strip shows.
They do it more like a burlesque show, but with men performing.
Earlier this year they did a night with women and it went over just as well.
So they’ve decided to do one night a month with both men and women shows.
“So I looked up what a guy version of a burlesque show is.” Quinn grins. “It’s ‘bro-lesque.’”
We all laugh.
“We should market that. Brolesque.”
“What the fuck is ‘brolesque’?” Celestino asks as he comes out to the stage area.
“It’s the male version of burlesque.” Luciana giggles. “We’re going to market your show with that.”
“Um, no,” Francesco says as he joins us.
“Why not? It’s perfect. None of you like it when we say strippers. Brolesque dancers sounds exotic enough.”
I’m trying not to bust out laughing just from the looks on the guys’ faces.
“Baby…” Rónán says as he raises an eyebrow at her.
“Yes?” she smiles innocently at him.
“You’re fucking with us, right?” Francesco asks her.
“Nope. We all agreed on it.” Isabella smiles triumphantly.
“We get a vote in this too, you know.” Celestino frowns at his sisters.
“Sure. Vote away. All in favor of ‘Brolesque’?” Luciana smiles as ten of us raise our hands.
“We win,” Isabella says.
“Wait. Not all the guys are here to vote,” Francesco huffs.
“Too bad. We still win,” Isabells says.
The guys grumble as they stomp off to get ready for their brolesque show.
Francesco always starts the night off and tonight Callum is right after him.
He walks over to me and takes me up on the stage with him.
Most of the guys take their women on stage for their first night.
But he didn’t say anything to me, so I had no idea he planned to have me up there with him.
The women are screaming as he does his routine.
Holy fuck, he’s good. I don’t know how I feel about him doing this with other women.
This is going to be a hard one for me. And wait till they hear his accent.
He’s mine and my body is asking for him to rip my clothes off.
Callum
I’m so fucking nervous when it’s my turn to get on stage.
I head straight for my girl, there are other women who are trying to grab onto me.
And screaming for me to pick them. The guys were explaining that usually what happens is women pay a little extra to be chosen to come up on stage with us.
They can choose which dancer they want or leave it up to us.
Since it’s my first night, the four times I’ll be on stage, I get to take my Moira up with me.
It definitely helps my nerves, but it’s making other things… hard.
My problem now is I want her so fucking bad.
The way she’s watching me is making my cock really happy and I need to figure out how to keep him down.
Or I’m going to have a nice surprise for her when I have to strip down more.
I can see now why the guys don’t always pick their wives or girlfriends.
This would be a lot easier if it wasn’t my love.
When we get off the stage after my first routine, I drag her into the dressing room they gave me. I pin her to the wall and kiss her as I rub myself on her.
“Fuck, Callum,” she moans as she grabs my ass.
“Holy fuck, I want you so damn bad.”
Moira pulls the towel off me and starts stroking my cock.
“Holy shit, baby,” I moan as I bite her nipple through her shirt.
“I need to feel you,” she gasps.
“Are you sure?” I ask her as I look at her.
“Yes,” she says as she kneels down and takes the head of my cock into her mouth.
I brace myself against the wall as I watch her. Holy fuck, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever fucking seen. I pull her up and lift her skirt, then slide a finger into her.
“You’re so fucking wet,” I growl.
I slowly circle her clit as I feel her orgasm growing.
“Callum,” she moans as I replace my finger with my cock.
I slowly push into her as I lace my fingers with hers and hold her hands flat on the wall. I pump into her faster as I feel her pussy starting to squeeze my cock.
“I’m going to come, baby,” I moan as I reach down and pinch her clit.
I feel her pussy squeezing my cock even more as she grips my hand.
“Fuck.”
I hold her tight as I come. I don’t want to pull out of her just yet, this is where I’d like to stay forever. I finally pull out of her and reach for the towel on my chair. She takes it from me as she’s smiling at me.
“I think I’m going to like being with you when you’re dancing.” She chuckles as we clean up. Luckily there’s a bathroom connected to each dressing room.
“You’re so beautiful. I love you.” I smile as I watch her get her clothes straightened up.
She comes over to me and kisses me.
“I love you.”
The rest of the night goes by fairly quickly, I was able to keep my cock from taking over my brain until the last dance I did. I pull her back to my dressing room.
“We don’t have time,” she says as she strokes me through my towel.
I look over at the clock and see that I need to be out and ready to hang out with the customers in ten minutes. Fuck.
“Just wait till I get you home,” I moan.
I reach under her skirt and slide a finger into her. Her moans are driving me fucking crazy. There’s a knock on the door that makes us both jump.
“You get dressed, I’ll get the door,” she says as she gives my cock one more stroke.
“Tease,” I say to her as I go to get dressed.
I hear Luciana talking to her, letting her know that Celestino’s almost done closing the show. And we need to be out there soon.
We spend the rest of the night mingling and hanging out with everyone. It’s been one of the best nights of my life. And I still get to have my girl when we get home. I can’t fucking wait.