Chapter 35 Dirty Deeds Done Skirt Cheap
Dirty Deeds Done Skirt Cheap
I probably shouldn’t have gone. I should have gone straight home, taken a cold shower, and only re-engaged with Hudson when I was ready to start my EEG experience fresh. When I could be sure that what I felt for him couldn’t be blamed on the desire I felt.
But…how could I refuse? The threat of sex with him lingered in every syllable and full stop of that text message, and God, did I want him.
This strip club was one of those places that didn’t have unified washrooms. Instead, tucked away at the back of the building was a hallway lined with doors, each designated with a painted sex signifier and each its own individual, private room.
I approached the first men’s room, checked that the coast was clear, took in a deep breath, and walked in.
The black-painted walls were illuminated only by a single neon sign over the oxidized mirror that read YOU’RE SO FUCKING SEXY. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust.
“Was that fun for you?”
I startled at the low rumble of Hudson’s voice. He slinked out of the shadows, leaning against one of the dark walls to observe me.
The elevator eyes took me in from my kitten heels to my swollen lips. He assessed my body like it was an enemy combatant he yearned to pillage.
When our eyes met, he tipped his head to one side. He was all calm. All control. Almost flippant in his intensity. I, on the other hand, felt like prey, shivering in his thrall.
“I asked if that was fun for you,” he repeated.
“A strip club wouldn’t have been my first choice for a girls’ night out,” I said. “But I didn’t hate it.”
“Yeah, I imagine you’re right. I bet you loved knowing I was there, watching you get toyed with by those two beautiful fucks.”
The words were harsh and crass, especially coming out of his usually adoring mouth. But that only turned me on more. He stepped forward, closing our gap until I was pressed against the wall.
“Hudson—”
He lorded over me. “Didn’t you? You liked me being jealous.”
“Is that what you are? Jealous?”
Taking both hands in just one of his own, he pinned them above my head.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about you all day.
You’re everywhere, Scout. You’re in my work, you’re in my head, you’re in the empty spaces between my fingers.
Then I come here because your friends lured me, and I had to watch two strippers turn you on and kiss you and touch you, just like I’ve wanted to do since you vanished out of our bed this morning. Yeah, I’m fucking jealous.”
He dipped his head to my neck, nipping down at the soft flesh. My knees threatened to buckle. Especially when his thumb brushed my nipple—a frustrating sensation through my bra. I wanted more.
“I had to work from home this afternoon so I could jerk off to the thought of you. And here you were, getting felt up by strangers. I bet you loved being worshipped while I was in the other room, forced to watch someone else bring you so much pleasure. Am I wrong?”
It took too much focus to keep breathing and standing. I didn’t have the capacity for coherent thought anymore, just fuck me fuck me fuck me.
Hudson quirked an eyebrow. His hand abandoned my chest and slipped down, down, down, until it toyed with the waistband of my skirt.
He descended further, slipping beneath my underwear until he cupped my mound.
“Why don’t we see if I’m wrong?” His fingers hesitated for a moment. “Or do you not want that?”
Instead of answering with my words—I couldn’t find any—I merely rolled my hips forward. My cunt fit perfectly in his hand. He dipped one finger between my folds and shuddered.
So did I.
“You are so fucking wet,” he murmured. Powerful. Triumphant.
I nodded. My agreement came out more like a whimper.
He pulled his fingers away. Then, eyes never leaving mine, he licked them clean.
“After last night, when you weren’t in bed this morning, I worried that I’d scared you off,” he whispered.
A note of vulnerability struck a minor chord in the melody of his words, but then vindication brought him back to a major key. “But you still want me, don’t you?”
“You already answered your own question.”
He chuckled, but it wasn’t Hudson’s usual chuckle.
It was darker, headier. I’d never considered that my romance-skittish departure this morning would scare him, but it made sense.
And I would give anything to reassure him again.
Including my pussy in this bathroom. He returned his hand between my legs, toying with the idea of splitting me in two with his fingers.
“Yeah. I guess I did. But I need you to say it.”
“I still want you,” I assured him.
He slipped one finger inside me to the knuckle. My clit ached for attention. “That’s not good enough. You left me in bed this morning after fucking me all night. I want more from you.”
“Please,” I said.
His thumb hesitated over my clit. “Beg.”
It wouldn’t take me long to cum. A few choice words and his focused touch on my center and I would be a goner—right here, shamefully, in a strip club bathroom.
That was how much I needed him. That was how much I’d been missing him.
“Fuck, Hudson, I need you. I’m sorry—please. Please fuck me. Please make me cum.”
Without a word, he ripped his hand from my core, wiped my slick idly on my skirt, marking me with the evidence of my own desire, and started giving orders.
“Take your toy out of your purse.”
I blushed. “What?”
“Don’t play innocent with me,” he replied. He ripped his belt off in a single snapping motion. “I know you too well, you dirty thing. Take your toy out of your purse. Any of them will do.”
We talk a lot in today’s age about the horrors of being seen. But it was even worse to be seen when the person you were was a fucking slut with multiple sex toys in her purse and a pussy aching to be filled by some man in a bathroom stall.
I had no shame, did I? The cock was too good, and the orgasms too close.
Besides, I liked this new Hudson. The one who wasn’t afraid to demand what he wanted from me.
Frantically, I dug through my purse for the first toy I got my hands on.
A tiny tube of mascara that, when opened, revealed a brushlike wand capable of delivering small but intense vibrations.
When I had it in hand, Hudson could no longer hold that simmering lust back.
He snapped my head between his hands, kissing me and tearing at my clothes like a man possessed.
Gone went my shirt buttons. Out popped my tits from my bra.
He was all over me, dominating me with his rough hands and even rougher mouth. He seemed to be everywhere at once. My waist, my hard nipples, my sensitive neck, the heights of my thighs.
And when he had trouble accessing my pussy, he gave my skirt the same treatment as my shirt.
He simply tore through it until it could be dispatched carelessly to the floor.
Finally, he wrapped his hands around my ass, picking me up until I had no choice but to wrap my wet-pussyed legs around him, exposing my cunt completely to his whims.
I’d always worried about being too heavy for stuff like this, but Hudson apparently had super-lust strength, because he carried me with ease and set me on the edge of the sink.
Breathy, he tipped his forehead against mine. “I’m going to fuck you now. And you’re going to cum around my cock, screaming my name.”
“What if someone hears?”
He whipped out his cock. It slid along my wet entrance, mixing our matching pre-cum. “Then they’ll know you’re mine, that I’m yours, and that you’re a dirty fucking slut who needed to be punished with my cock.”
And then he was inside me. Fast and hard and, true to his word, completely punishing. Balancing on the edge of the sink, I brought my vibrator to my clit and let it work on me—turning it to the highest setting, higher than I’d ever used it before.
Hudson fucked me like a dirty girl. I felt like one. And soon my orgasm was blossoming as he filled and stretched my cunt.
I gripped at his shoulders, fingernails digging in. I couldn’t catch my breath. I couldn’t get him deep enough. I couldn’t stop seeing stars—
“Hudson! Hudson, I’m yours!”
I came, pulsing around his cock, tightening time and time again, riding the thrusts of his cock until he, too, came in a roaring climax.
He filled me to the brim as he rode out the final aftershocks of our combined orgasm.
When he withdrew from me, he helped me off the sink and set me back on my feet. I immediately felt his slick cum slide from between my swollen pussy lips and down my legs. I reached for a napkin—
“Don’t you dare touch that,” Hudson said, his voice low and dangerous.
I chuckled. “But I’ve got to walk out of here.”
He didn’t join my laughter. “I know.”
“What if someone sees?”
“We already talked about this. Then they’ll know just what you are. Mine.”
My mouth went dry. I was his. And I wanted to be. Smelling like him, slick with him…I had been marked, and I liked it.
Returning my tits to my bra, I managed to salvage my shirt—at least most of the buttons. My skirt, however, was not going to make it without some serious alterations. Maybe I had a pin in my purse…
“You really did a number on my clothes, didn’t you?”
Hudson shrugged. “They were in my way. I’ll buy you some new stuff. Here. You can have my coat.” There it was. That smirk that turned me on and comforted me all at the same time. “I’m not done with you.”
When I hesitated, he added, “Unless you’re done with me, that is?”
Always the gentleman. Always asking for consent in a still-sexy language we both understood.
He requisitioned my skirt and abandoned it in the trash can. Whatever I decided, I’d be walking home with a pussy full of cum and and wearing only dirty underwear and a ripped top.
“I’m not going anywhere, Hudson,” I said. “I promised you that, and I meant it.”
I slipped into his coat like a familiar hug and snuck out of the club with him right by my side.
Later that night, Leelah texted me the complete data set from our experiment.
Whatever happened after your experience in the Platinum Room, the EEG went nuts. Wanna see?
I didn’t open it. I didn’t need to. I knew the truth.