Chapter 28 #2
"I don't think so." He carries me out of the room and into the corridor. "What is going on here? Is this the plan you said you had with your friend that you didn't know what was going on?"
"It's just like an acting gig. She wanted to help me out because she knows I want to be an—"
"Dancing on a tabletop in a coconut bra is not an acting gig, Lila." He glares at me, then pushes on a door, steps inside, and closes it behind us. We're in a small bedroom. He puts me down unceremoniously and glares at me. "What is going on?"
"I promised my friend that I'd be a dancer for the day because they really needed someone, and I thought it would be good practice for my acting and…"
He crosses his arms. "Really? And just how far were you willing to go for your acting?"
"I wasn't going to go far at all. I didn't want them to touch me. That's why I got on the table."
"You do realize they could see up your skirt and see your ass; you were shaking it around."
"I mean, I'd rather them see my ass than them touch my ass."
"Who touched you?" he says. "Let me go out there and speak to them."
"No one touched me. It's fine." I pause for a second. "Hold on. You didn't tell me you were going to a bachelor party today."
"You never asked me if I was going to a bachelor party today."
"But you asked me to hang out."
"I did."
"But you had this event."
“And I was going to drop this event for you." He smirks at me. "However, it seems like you were not going to drop this event for me."
"I promised my friend; they needed another dancer, and I didn't know you were going to be here."
"I didn't know you were going to be here looking so fine and sexy in two coconuts." He leans forward and kisses me on the lips. "You look beautiful, by the way."
"You are just saying that because you want to get my coconuts off."
"Oh, I do want to get your coconuts off, but I'm not just saying that," he says, smiling as he touches the side of my face. "I've missed you."
"I've kind of missed you, too. Just a little bit. Even though—"
"Shut up while you're ahead, Lila," he says, smirking. "Sometimes we don't have to say everything we're thinking."
"So, what are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking that I would love a lap dance from a sexy dancer in a straw skirt and a coconut bra."
"Really? But I just told you I don't allow any touching."
"But wouldn't you make an exception for me?" he says in a growl. "I'll pay you well."
"How well?" I say, winking at him.
"I'm not going to give you a million dollars to take those coconuts off, Lila."
"I wasn't going to ask for a million, though it would've been nice if you offered."
"Fine. I'll give you a million dollars to take those coconuts off," he says, laughing.
I shake my head and push him back down onto the mattress.
"So what's next?" he asks.
"You'll see."
I jump on top of him and start gyrating against his pants. I'm pleased to feel his hardness between my legs. He's already horny.
"Someone feels like they've been a big, bad boy."
"You want to call me a dirty daddy?"
"No, I want to call you a bad boy," I say as I pull off my coconut bra.
He licks his lips and immediately leans forward and takes one of my nipples into his mouth. "I've been waiting a long time to do this," he says. "Fuck. You taste just as I remembered."
"I don't know that we should be doing this here," I say. "I’m supposed to be working."
"You do have a nine-to-five, you know…"
"I know I have a nine-to-five, but this is my second job."
"So, now, this is your second job?" He raises an eyebrow in challenge.
I continue gyrating my hips on his lap. "Yeah."
"Well, I'm going to offer you some advice, my dear."
"And what is that?" I say as he flicks his fingers against my nipples.
"I'm going to say don't quit the day job because if your acting is as good as your dancing, you're not going to make it."
"You're such a jerk," I say. "You don't think I'm a good dancer?"
"I think you're okay. But don't make me report you to HR."
"Oh, yeah? I dare you to report me to HR."
I lean down, unzip his pants, and pull out his cock.
"Oh, yeah? I can."
I pull my panties to the side and rub his cock against my clit, moaning loudly.
"Fuck, that feels good."
"How far were you going to go, Lila?"
He glares at me.
"Excuse me?" I say, lifting myself up, then lowering myself down on him.
He grunts as he grabs my ass and brings me closer to him.
"Fuck," I say as he slides completely inside of me.
"How far were you going to go with those other men?"
"All the way," I moan and then glance at him. "Oh, wait. I mean, I want to go all the way with you." I giggle at his look. "What? You've got me so confused right now."
"I've got you confused, huh?"
"Yes," I mumble as I move up and down on his lap, my breasts pushed against his chest.
"Oh, fuck yeah. That's so good. Oh, fuck yeah. Don't stop, Lila," he begs.
The door opens, and the music comes flooding in around us. I still against him.
"What's going on, guys?" Max shouts over the ruckus.
"Hey, is that one of the strippers?"
I'm not sure who's there, and I don't want to turn around and look.
"Get out of here!" Max shouts.
"Hey, will you let us know when it's our turn?"
"Get the fuck out!" Max shouts, and his entire body shudders with the force of his yell. I find that I quite like primal Max.
"Okay, you don't have to hog the stripper all to yourself."
The door closes, and Max pulls me off of him. "You're not working this job again. Do you hear me, Lila?"
"Says who?" I challenge, glaring at him.
I'm still horny, and now I'm pissed off that I'm not even going to be able to come.
"Says me," he says. "I don't know what you thought you were doing, but this was not a good idea."
"I mean, I didn't know what I was doing either, so there’s that."
"You didn't know the guys would be hot and horny and want to rip your clothes off?"
"Well, Skye told me it’d be low-key."
"Not Skye from the office."
I bite down on my lower lip. "No."
"You're a terrible liar. We're leaving, Lila."
"No, I—"
"We're leaving, Lila."
"Fine," I say. "But before we do…"
"I need to fucking finish what we just started or I'm not even going to be able to think straight."
I hold on to his shoulders as he thrusts up inside of me.
"Oh, yeah, this is where I belong. Deep inside of you."
"Don't stop," I whisper as he starts to fuck me hard and fast.
"Oh, I won't," he whispers back.
And as we bang hard and fast I know that this is the second-best fuck of my life.
"You really don't have to take me home, Max," I say. "I'm fine."
I stare at him with big, beguiling eyes, trying to read his mind, because I certainly want to know what he's thinking after everything that's just happened.
"I want to make sure that you get home okay. Plus, I'm still mad at you."
"Why are you mad at me?"
"For putting yourself in a situation like that." He shakes his head.
"A situation like what? You weren't complaining when you were banging the living daylights out of me."
He shakes his head slightly. "It's not about that. It's about the fact that you were in a room full of guys, wearing a coconut bra and a thong, shaking your ass on a table."
"Nothing was going to happen. Skye—"
"Well, I'm going to speak to Skye." He frowns. "Actually, I'm going to speak to Kingston, who's going to speak to Skye, because that's just not a good look for the firm."
"It's got nothing to do with the firm."
"She represents the firm, and—"
"She doesn't represent the firm. She's barely worked there for a couple of weeks, just like me. And she makes good money from this. And I will absolutely hate you if you speak to Kingston and she gets in trouble when he's already not nice to her."
He stares at me for a couple of seconds. "What are you talking about? He's not nice to her?"
"I don't know the full story, but he's kind of mean to her, and I think she wants to…" I pause.
I can hardly tell him that she wants to quit. He does still own the firm.
"What were you going to say, Lila?"
"Nothing. Can we talk about something else?"
He pauses for a couple of seconds and strokes my hand. "I don't know what I'm going to do with you."
"I mean, you could always fuck me again," I say, grinning at him, and he chuckles slightly.
"You are going to get me into trouble."
"Only if you don't get me into trouble first," I say. The cab stops, and we hop out. "Oh, so you're coming up?"
"Yes," he says, nodding.
"I still don't have any furniture," I laugh. "So it's not going to be super comfortable."
"It's fine," he says as we walk into the building and make our way up the stairs. "The elevator's out again?"
"Yeah," I say. "I guess I should be grateful because it's given me more definition in my glutes and calves, but…"
"But you don't really want that definition, do you?"
I look back at him and laugh.
"Yeah, well, I mean… not because I have to walk up a bunch of stairs. I'd rather have it because I was going to the gym, and—"
"You go to the gym?" he asks with a raised eyebrow.
"I don't know what that look is about. Are you saying that I don't look like I go to the gym?"
"No, I'm just saying that when we were at the spin class, it didn't indicate to me that you worked out frequently." His lips tremble.
"You're so mean, Max," I say, slapping him on the shoulder. "You're totally saying I'm out of shape."
"I'm not saying that you're out of shape. I'm just saying that you didn't seem to have a lot of breath when doing the sixty-minute cardio class."
"So you noticed that I was breathing hard?"
"I think the entire room noticed you were breathing hard." He starts laughing.
I can't stop myself from laughing, as well. "You're making fun of me."
"Hey, I like to be honest with you, right?"
"Yeah, I guess I appreciate that," I say as I open the front door. "Come on in. Would you like a drink?"
He shakes his head. "No. What I want you to do is grab your bag and pack some of your stuff."
I turn to him with a frown. "What are you talking about? Grab what bag and what stuff?"
"You're not staying here," he says, looking around.
My air mattress is flat on the ground.
"You deflated it this morning?"