Chapter 3 #2
Clarke latched onto my arm as we entered the dark strip club.
Several stages surrounded the main one, crowded with mostly men and a handful of women.
Over the years, I’d noticed strippers flocked to the women.
They were a rare sighting in these places, and the men who accompanied them usually tipped better.
Which meant I would pay even more tonight for bringing Clarke along.
But it was well worth it.
I gave my name to a pretty, topless blonde with huge tits and zero body fat. She escorted us toward the back of the club with a pleasant smile. Clarke chatted with the girl, making a new friend. She was a different person when she drank.
In three years, I had never known her to have more than one friend at a time. She was like my sister in that way. The pair would rather stay in the house and marathon Harry Potter movies or follow a lead on a new story than have fun.
Once inside the VIP room, I went straight for the bar, taking Clarke with me.
A pretty brunette who took our drink order greeted us.
She served Clarke with a grin, then handed me a bottle of beer.
Clarke drank from her glass as I dropped a hundred-dollar bill on the bar.
That was one of many I shelled out for my best friend’s last night of freedom.
Clarke leaned against my side, her fingers gripping the wooden bar for support. I held her upright so she could drink without spilling on herself. She was a hot mess but in a good way.
“You gonna let the girls dance on your dick tonight?” I asked Ethan.
“I promised Mia…”
“Don’t pussy out on me.” I gave him a stern look. “I paid a shit ton of money for your last hurrah.”
“I don’t feel like it’s the end of the world,” he admitted. “Mia’s it for me.”
“If she weren’t my sister, I’d call you a pussy whipped loser.”
He laughed. “Whatever, bro. You’re the one who threatened my life if I ever broke her heart. You should be happy about this.”
“I am. But you can get a lap dance without my baby sis giving you shit.”
Ethan groaned, angling his body to look at the strippers entering the room. “Just one. And don’t hold it over my head.”
I gave him a triumphant smile and left Clarke at the bar. She was chatting with the bartender while I talked to the girls who’d just entered the room.
I pointed my finger at Ethan and told them he was the bachelor and to give him the VIP treatment. Three girls sauntered to him, and Ethan shot me an annoyed look as they cornered him.
Smirk in place, I mouthed, Have some fun, old man.
With Ethan and my teammates occupied, I grabbed Clarke by the waist and pulled her into my chest. She rubbed her ass on my cock, shaking her hips to the pop song belting through the speakers. A stripper with small breasts and red hair tapped Clarke on the shoulder.
The girl looked up at me with a smile, then her eyes fell to Clarke’s face. “Is this your man, sugar?”
Clarke was about to say no when I chimed, “Yes.”
She beamed with delight, probably counting the money she’d make from a couple in her head. “I’m Ginger,” she told us, then asked our names.
Ginger? How original?
“Have you ever stripped for him before?”
“In a manner of speaking…” Clarke glanced up at me. “I don’t know. You tell me, honey.”
I almost laughed at her usage of a pet name since she loathed them so much. But I was a good sport, so I played along.
“My girl fucks like a wild kitty,” I said as I sucked Clarke’s earlobe into my mouth, ripping a moan from her lips. “She knows how to move her body.”
Clarke gasped at my confession. For someone so uptight, it was the truth. I loved fucking Clarke. I could have fucked her for the rest of my life without getting bored. But outside the bedroom, we had too many issues to make a relationship work.
I handed Ginger a wad of hundred-dollar bills, and she led us to the couch on the other side of the room. Clarke fell into me, taking us both down, crashing onto the couch in a tangle of limbs. Her hand landed on top of my cock. She gave me a quick squeeze as our eyes met.
I shook my head. “Don’t tease me, woman.”
Ginger danced for Clarke first, shaking her tits in her face.
Last year, Mia dragged all of us to a strip club for a story she chased for The Philadelphia Inquirer.
We broke into pairs, Ethan helping Mia while I fucked Clarke in the champagne room.
She acted like she hated me for most of the night, but the alcohol won out.
As Ginger rocked her body, Clarke slid her hand along my thigh. She held my gaze, her breathing labored as if she were enjoying the dance.
Fuck, this is hot.
I beckoned her with my finger. “Come here.”
Her eyes flickered with desire before she looked at Ginger. “Dance for him,” she ordered. “My man is feeling left out.”
Ginger smiled as she switched laps, straddling my thighs as she moved her toned body. Clarke slid across the couch until our thighs touched, her eyes on me again. Both women worked me in different ways. The stripper with her sexy moves and Clarke as she rubbed my cock over my jeans.
“Give me your mouth,” I said to Clarke, gripping her chin.
She glided her tongue along her bottom lip and continued to stroke me over my pants. “Make me.”
A growl ripped from my throat. “Ride my cock.”
She pressed her lips together, thinking over my request. “Do you mind, Ginger? I think Will wants me all to himself.”
“Sure thing, sugar.”
Ginger stopped shaking her tits and jumped off me.
She smiled at Clarke, and I handed her more money before she walked away.
Clarke climbed onto my lap without hesitation, straddling me with her long, killer thighs.
Nothing was better than having her wrapped around me while I fucked her.
Swaying her hips to the beat, Clarke moved in tune with the rock music pumping through the speakers.
“This changes nothing,” she whispered against my lips. “I still hate you.”
“And I still want to fuck you.”
“That’s about all we’re good at.”
My cock grew harder each time she rocked her hips.
I got lost in the dance and under this beautiful woman’s spell.
Clarke pressed her hands to my thighs, leaning forward as she shook her tits inches from my face.
I grabbed her tits and shoved my face between them.
Clarke moaned when I bit her nipple over her shirt.
The fabric was so thin her nipples poked right through it.
I thrust upward as if I were driving into her tight pussy. If my friends weren’t here, I would have paid the strippers to leave and fucked Clarke on the couch.
I ran my hands up the backs of her thighs when she threaded her arms around my neck. A wave of red-hot pleasure seared my skin. Each touch made me feel alive, out of control. Electric sparks pricked everywhere her fingers touched, igniting a fire inside me.
She grabbed my cock over my jeans, and I growled in response. Clarke knew how to get me fired up. Adrenaline coursed through my veins, my heart beating hard and fast in my chest. Parting my lips with her tongue, she moved her hand and rubbed her pussy against my cock.
She didn’t protest when I slid down her top, sucking her nipple into my mouth. No one could see us from this vantage point. Not like it would matter. All the guys were busy with strippers, not the least interested in us.
After a minute of playful teasing, Clarke shifted her shirt back into place. I took that as a sign she wanted to stop. But as usual, Clarke surprised me. She took my hand and shoved it up her skirt, slipping my fingers into her panties.
“Fuck,” I whispered as I tested her wetness.
She soaked right through her panties, coating my fingers with her juices. I pushed one finger inside her, and she moaned so loud it was obvious what we were doing over there. Still, no one cared. The music drowned out her moans as I added another finger.
She hissed each time I withdrew my fingers.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so wet for me.” She clamped down on my fingers. “And still so fucking tight.”
“You like that?” Clarke asked with a wicked grin.
“No, I love it. And I love fucking you.”
Impatient, she rode my hand like it was my cock. “Make me come,” she whispered against my lips.
“I always do.”
It didn’t take long before she was biting my lip between kisses. Her moans were stifled by my mouth crashing into hers. She settled down after she came on my fingers, out of breath and looking like she wanted more. I withdrew my fingers from her pussy and licked her juices from them.
“You taste so good.”
She pressed her lips to mine, then licked my lips.
“Jesus, woman. I think you’re trying to kill me.”
“Or give you the worst case of blue balls in history.”
“Nah, babe. We’re continuing this later.”
She cocked an eyebrow at me. “How about now?”
I glanced over at my friends. Ethan looked like he was dying to leave, so maybe this was a good time to roll. Shane and Liam were having the time of their lives, each with two girls for themselves.
“Let me grab Ethan. Then we can go.”
She climbed off my lap and fixed her skirt into place. “Just tonight,” she warned. “So you better make the most of it.”
I smirked at her comment. “Oh, I plan on it.”