Chapter 13 #4
“That’s exactly what I had in mind, Puppet. Thought maybe I’d buy you a drink and pay for a dance first. You know, be a gentleman about it… for old times’ sake .”
“ I fucking hate you!”
“Join the club, Dolly,” I smirk back at her. “By the way, is that stage name an homage, so to speak? Or another slap in the face ? Is it a dig at me, or Keegan? Or have you learned from the… Master …and the answer is all of the above! You know how I love a quadruple entendre … A good mind fuck .”
She continues to glower daggers at me. “ You don’t love anything.”
“Jesus Christ, Dolly!” Some suit comes up to us, the manager of this establishment, I presume.
He grabs her arm and pulls her back. “You can’t assault customers!
” He turns to me, a fretful look of apology on his face as I assess him, refraining from sneering at the thick gold chain and gem-encrusted bunny head pendant hanging from his scrawny neck.
“I’m sorry, sir, can we comp you a dance with someone else? A few drinks? Top shelf, of course.”
“It’s quite all right. No harm done. I’m into it ,” I joke, attempting to diffuse the situation. Puppet scoffs, folding her arms beneath her barely contained breasts, giving them the illusion of enlarging before my very eyes. My dick stirs in response.
The apologetic expression on her manager’s skeevy face morphs into something more neutral. “We’re not that kind of place.”
“Fair enough,” I say, pulling out a wad of cash to entice him. “Nevertheless, I’d like to purchase a private dance with Dolly here. What do you say, hot stuff ? Will five hundred bucks cover it?”
“ Go rot, asshole, ” she seethes.
Rapacious little whore… “ Seven, then?”
The contemptuous expression on her face intensifies.
“ Two grand .”
“ Sold!” Her manager practically shoves her at me.
“Don’t look so disappointed, Dolly . You know I’m a big tipper.”
“Don’t flatter yourself. I’ve seen bigger tips .”
I can’t help but grin as she hurls the innuendo back at me.
Puppet leads me into one of the private rooms. I shut the door behind us and take a seat on the leather sofa.
The room isn’t spacious, but there are mirrors on the walls, backlit in deep blue.
She grabs the remote to the sound system in our private dance room and selects a song.
Pop music fills the atmosphere, and I swear she only put this adolescent shit on to annoy me.
“What the fuck is this?”
“ I Want What I Want , by Lauren Christy,” she replies, as if this bratty racket is something I ought to be familiar with.
She turns to face me again, stepping up onto the small, black lacquered platform between us.
“It’s been three years since you disappeared on me,” she says, slowly slinking around the pole in the center.
“Three fucking years since I saved your ass that night…patched you up and took care of you until you were back on your feet. Then you up and vanished on me, without a goddamned word.”
I watch as she drops her fine ass low. She uses the pole to stand, throwing her long, dark hair back in a fluid motion that has my cock stirring further in my jeans.
“I see you’ve honed your pole dancing skills, as well as developed somewhat of a backbone since I’ve been away.
” I continue to admire her curves. “Anyway, thought I’d switch gears and give that vigilante shit a try.
” Releasing a sigh, I adjust myself as she lets her nightie slip down her body, pooling at her feet.
She slides her lacy thong down her legs next, pulling another confession from me. “I have missed you, Puppet.”
“ Please,” she mutters, stepping out of the skimpy garment and moving from the pole to kneel between my legs. “I thought I managed to change you when I saved your ass that night. But you didn’t come back for me… You came back for that cunt.”
Her words instantly ignite a barely containable rage within me. “ Watch your fucking mouth!”
“ You watch it!” she snaps back, aggressively undoing my belt and fly.
She pulls my cock free and squeezes the shaft tightly in her fist, extracting an involuntary groan from me.
Glaring with disdain, she never breaks eye contact with me as she reaches into the little glass tray of Trojans on the matching black lacquered side table to my left.
The music playing in the room switches to Alice Cooper’s, Poison , and I watch as she tears the condom from the foil, rolling it down my dick.
“Well then, get on with it,” I growl. “ Give Daddy a show . Earn that big fuckin’ tip .”
Scowling, she licks up the length of my cock, tracing a vein. The heat of her tongue permeates the super-thin latex. “You’re just another trick, Legion … My Daddy walked out on me three years ago,” she says, before swallowing my cock.
Even wearing a rubber, the glorious sensation saps the anger from me, and my head lolls back against the leather couch.
It doesn’t take her long to get me there. I haven’t been fucked, or sucked like this since our last time together. The night I viciously cut our ties and left her.
“I did you a favor…and I did try to see you,” I manage to grunt out. “The night of their wedding…”
Her teeth scrape up the length of my shaft, making me hiss at the unexpected, though not entirely unpleasant, sensation.
Before I can say anything, she’s straddling my lap, grinding her bare cunt against my cock.
Her fingers find their way into my hair, gripping me and pulling my head back as she attempts to bring her lips closer to mine.
Despite the discomfort it causes, I turn my face from hers with a sneer. “How many cocks have you sucked tonight?”
“You’re such a prick!” She grabs my dick, guiding it inside her, and proceeds to fuck me hard and fast, clearly eager to get this transaction over with.
I hold out for as long as I can, simply to spite her.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck me. Show me what you’re good for… All you’re good for ,” I taunt her. “Fuck me… Make Daddy proud of the thoroughbred little whore you are.”
Just to piss me off, she runs her hands down my neck, moving them quickly to my chest. I snatch her wrists and yank her arms behind her back before she can touch my abdomen. Securing her wrists tightly with one hand at the small of her back, we hate-fuck the hell out of each other to completion.
Both breathing heavily now, I release her, and she shoves off me, stumbling back toward the pole where she discarded her skimpy outfit.
“You got a man now, Puppet?” I ask, tying off the condom while I watch her shimmy back into her thong. “A sponsor? Someone on the steady looking after you?”
She scoffs, placing a platformed heel up on the arm of the couch, giving me a close-up look at her inner thigh. “After your parting gift? Nobody like you , Legion. And thank God for that.”
I grin at the small, horned smiley-face-shaped scar I left in her flesh. “God? Really?” I scoff back at her. “ What a loving God to have allowed such a sweet girl to ever cross paths with the likes of me.”
“Go to Hell.”
“Was I really that bad?”
“ You’re the Devil .”
“Keep talking like that, and you’re gonna get me all hot and bothered again,” I joke, standing up and tossing the poison into a small wastebasket beside the couch.
She wraps the sheer black robe around herself again as I refasten myself. “May I please have my tip now, Sir ?” Her question drips with sarcasm.
“There she is!” I say with mock enthusiasm, extracting my wallet once again.
“I knew my girl was hidden under all that bitch somewhere.” After peeling off a few hundred bucks, I hold the cash out to her between two fingers.
She steps closer, hesitant to reach out and take it for some reason. She does, after a moment.
“If you had dropped the money on the floor, I would have kicked you in the balls.”
“ And that concludes our business .” I smile, turning from her to head for the exit.
“I thought you loved me...”
Her words halt me. I gently close the door, cutting off the loud, pulsing music blaring through the sound system on the main stage. “That was your mistake.”
“Someday, you will want me to want you, Damien…and I won’t anymore.”
Giving her a wink, I open the door to leave for good this time. “The only thing I want right now, Dolly my dear , is a fucking cigarette.”