Chapter 12 Gracie Mae #2
Turning around I throw my arms around her. “Thank you for everything.”
“No need.”
I pull back, both of us smiling warmly at one another. Sasha gave me the prime time on the stage tonight and I couldn’t be more thankful.
“One more thing,” I begin.
“What is it?”
“Will you come to my graduation and the party afterwards? Everyone at Vipers MC is throwing me one and I want you to come.” I had learned and was beyond thrilled a couple of days ago that I passed all my finals with flying colors and I will be graduating from college with my major in psychology.
I literally cried in my brother’s arms and he had a box of tissues waiting for me.
Her face gleams with excitement. Overjoyed she hauls me back in her arms. “Yes!” She says excitedly. “Tell me the time and place and I’ll be there.”
“I’ll let you know everything,” I tell her happily.
“I’m so proud of you, cupcake. Intelligent, beautiful and kind. You’re a triple threat.”
My blush deepens and it travels down to my chest.
Before we know it Cindy comes waltzing in the back room.
Her barely clothes body is coated with a sheen of sweat mixed with an over generous amount of body glitter.
Her hair is chaotic and her eyes are tired with bags underneath.
It’s the track marks on her arms that I’m all too familiar with.
And I wish I could help the girl but she doesn’t even want to try.
Pulling away from Sash I give Cindy a friendly smile. “How was your set?”
She ignores me as she walks past me. Then she goes to her locker and opens it up after fumbling with the lock.
Sash and I exchange looks with one another.
“Cindy? Your set?” I try again. I’m ignored again but now I know why. When she’s done searching in her locker she has in her hand a small little baggie filled with white powder.
Cocaine.
Taking the bag she sits in front of the mirror and empties the contents on the counter. With a ten dollar bill from her g-string she rolls its up and places it against her nostril. After quickly lining it up she snorts it. Her eyes roll the back of her head as she wipes her nose.
Sash shakes her head while I only stare at her with sorrow. I wonder what made her start using drugs.
“Aren’t you next?” She asks me before going back for another hit.
I wince as she does. “Yeah, I am.”
“Have fun. Lord knows I am now.” She laughs but it’s a haunted empty sound.
Sash grabs my shoulders and steers me away from Cindy and out of the back room.
We stop once we reach the side exit of the stage. From seeing Cindy snort Cocaine like it was nothing to being barely naked about to put on a show a whole bundle of nerves attacks me.
“I can feel you getting tense. Cupcake, you have nothing to worry about. You’ll do great up there.
Don’t let the men get too touchy. Stay near the pole and when you go on the floor don’t get too close to the edge.
Remember you’re beautiful and powerful. I’ll be here for you right on the side.
If things get to be too much for you do the hand signal and I’ll cut the music. ”
“Thank you,” I say gratefully. She smiles at me, an encouraging one. Shaking out the nerves I then push back my shoulders and stand tall. “Okay, I’m ready.”
With all the bravado I can muster I begin to walk on the stage. The only sounds I hear are the click of my heels and the few but rowdy and lewd comments from the patrons.
I ignore them the best that I can as I wait for my music to start.
I position myself in front of the pole. The cold but smooth metal laying against the middle of my back. My right arm is raised above my head and holding onto the pole as my left hand rests on my thigh. One of my legs is bent and I have my back arched to show off my curves and breasts.
Don’t think about it, Grace. Feel the music and pretend no one is there.
As the music begins I hear the familiar beat of Doja Cat’s Streets come through the speakers. The lights slowly turn on until there is a red light casting over my skin.
Closing my eyes I begin to move my hips suggestively from side to side.
Opening my legs wider each time that I do.
My hand slides to the inner part of my thigh and then I brush my fingers over my pussy.
That earns me shouts and whistles from the men.
Then with my hand on the pole above me I slowly descend until the only thing touching the pole is my ass.
My legs are opened wide and before the men can stare too long I close them shut, turning to the side and sticking my ass out while I rise back up whipping my hair back as I do.
I let the beat thrum through my body like the blood in my veins. I let it control me. And once I do I find it easier as I lose myself in the music.
I set up for the trick, The Fairy as I take my outer arm and bring it across my chest to grab the pole.
Once I have both of my arms placed properly I swing my outer leg in a circle and hook my ankle on the pole.
Kicking my inner leg out I then do The Fairy.
I tilt my head back, my hair teasing the crack of my ass as I do.
Following the beat of the music I go into my next part of the routine.
But then the air changes.
I feel it deep in my bones and in every molecule of my body.
The air is charged with a high energized electricity that only he emits when he’s near.
The back of my neck breaks out with goosebumps as my stomach flutters.
And for the first time since my performance I allow myself to look in the crowd.
In the low warm light I see him.
Suddenly my body comes alive.
For a moment in time it’s like we are frozen. I take him in, with his Vipers MC cut, a black shirt and a pair of black jeans that hug his muscular thighs too well.
His lips are formed in a firm line as his jaw is clenched. With his tense stance and unreadable expression my first guess is that he’s mad at me. But it’s his eyes that give him away. They tell me everything he doesn’t want me to know.
His eyes are burning into my skin. They trail over my body ravenously. It stirs my blood and causes heat to stir in my lower stomach.
Without thinking my thighs clench and I bite my lower lip.
That’s when I see his hand flex on the bar counter before forming into a fist.
And the whistles and catcalls from the patrons breaks me out of my trance.
Now more than ever I want to put on the best performance of my fucking life.
I want to tease him.
I want him to see me like this.
Continuing with my routine but with a whole new confidence and attitude I wink at Oak before turning my back to the crowd.
With both my hands up high on the pole I stick my ass out and move my hips on rhythm to the beat from side to side.
Then I slip my hands down the pole and don’t stop until my hands reach the floor.
In this position my ass despite the thong I am wearing is fully exposed.
Being naughty and going off script I take my hand going through my outstretched legs palm my ass and then run my fingers back along my pussy slowly.
I hear groans from the crowd but their reaction isn’t the one I care about. Working my way back up using the pole for assistance I keep my back to them and look over my shoulder.
Oak’s fists hasn’t uncurled from the bar countertop but his eyes are blown with maddening desire.
And as the final beats of the song come to a close I slowly descend to a split.
I shoot another wink at Oak before the lights come to a close.
On my hands and knees I grab ahold of all the money scattered around the floor. Once I do I gather it in a nice stack in my hand and with shaky legs make for my exit.
As I reach my exit I expect to see Sash there wearing a proud smile but I don’t.
Instead I come to a halt as my eyes meet his glacier blues.
My heart pounds in my chest. The electricity between the small space of us sparks.
Before I can take another step he closes the distance and then unexpectedly throws me over his shoulder.
I squeal and begin to thrash against him.
“Oak! Put me down you crazy man!” I demand. He grunts at me in return and slaps his hand down hard on my ass cheek. I yelp in surprise. “What was that for?!”
He doesn’t answer me so I continue to thrash against him. That earns me another slap on my ass except this time on my other cheek. The sting of his palm on my ass elicits another reaction. Instead of me thrashing against him I begin to squirm with need.
I can feel myself getting wet.
He has to know. It would be impossible for him not to.
Wanting him to smack my ass again I start pounding on his back with my fists.
His hand comes down on my ass. This time it’s much harder and tears press to the back of my eyes. Yet I have to bite my lip to stop the moan from passing my lips. I can’t do anything to hide the arousal that is dripping down my leg.
Holy fuck I’m the horniest I have ever been.
“What the fuck were you doing?” His voice comes out gravelly. The sound of his voice causes me to clench my thighs.
“What did it look like I was doing?” I sass.
“Don’t be a smart ass, Grace,” he warns me in that deep timbre voice of his.
My panties are ruined as I’m officially soaked.
“Don’t be a dumb ass, Oak.”
He slaps my ass again and I don’t hold back my moan. I want him to hear just how much his little spankings are turning me on. His muscles tense and his hand grips my ass harshly.
Someone might be just as affected as I am.
I grin naughtily.
“Everyone out!” He barks his order and everyone disperses from the back room at his command.
Not that I blame them but still.
Wanting to argue with him because I love our banter I say, “You can’t just order people around like you own the place!”
He slides me down his body to where I feel each delicious muscle. I think he does it purposely because when my feet touch the floor he wears a smirk on his face.
He’s so fucking hot.
“But I can order you around can’t I?” Oh god, his voice sounds like pure sex and I would without hesitation obey his every command.
His eyes trail over my body hungrily.
What I wouldn’t do to be eaten by him.
Grasping my bare waist he picks me up like I’m nothing and sits me on the counter where I had gotten ready earlier.
Sliding his hands down they travel down to my thighs and spread my legs apart.
He doesn’t fill the space with his body so that I can feel his erection against my wet pussy.
No, what he does is ten times hotter and makes me twenty times wetter.
He crouches down to where he is at perfect eye level with my pussy. Then he leans closer and takes a long inhale. I try to stay still above him but my heart is beating erratically and I can’t stop my hips from shifting closer.
Placing his hands on my hips he stops me. His eyes are wicked and full of lust as they meet mine. “Don’t. Fucking. Move.”
I whimper as he places a soft kiss on my inner thigh. So close to where I want him but not quite.
He inhales again and a shiver races down my spine. “You smell fucking divine.” He places a soft kiss on the inside of my thigh. “Tell me, Grace,” he begins, tilting his head back to look at me, “are you wet for them or are you wet for me?”
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
For the life of me I can’t formulate one single thought, let alone answer him.
“Answer me, Grace,” he demands before biting down on my inner thigh and then soothing it with his tongue. The bite of pain mixed with pleasure shoots straight down to my pussy.
“Oak,” I whimper.
He tsks. “Not an answer.” Then he bites the skin right above the lace edge of my thong.
I moan loudly and unashamedly. He chuckles darkly.
Ghosting his lips across the edge of my thong he stops when he comes to the strings that sit low on my waist. With his teeth he pulls them back and then lets go, snapping them against my skin.
I hiss from the sting but he lavishes it with an opened mouth kiss.
The feeling of his mouth on my skin is delicious but the feeling of his tongue on my skin is downright exquisite.
“All of your body on display,” he murmurs darkly. “And you were going to let them see this before me? I should have all of their fucking eyes for seeing you like this.”
There’s that hot jealousy and possessiveness that Alice and all the Old Ladies at Vipers MC talk about.
I never thought I would like it. The alpha male who is unapologetically possessive but fuck me I do. My feminism just went out the damn window.
But I can’t help but give him lip back. Arguing with him is like my very own twisted version of foreplay. And I know he enjoys it, too.
“And to think, you can have all of this if you stop fighting us. But I do hope you have fun with your hand tonight.”
His eyes flare. I’ve awoken the beast inside of him. He rises slowly and leans down. The top of his nose skims mine. He licks his lips and says, “Doesn’t mean you still aren’t mine, Grace.”
“Yours? How am I yours?”
“Because your body only craves mine. You hunger for my touch. You’re starving for my kiss.
You think about me when you touch yourself and don’t fool yourself baby, I know I’m the only man on that mind of yours,” he rasps.
His eyes are on fire and I feel the smoldering heat like a branding upon my body. “Want to know how else I know?”
“How?” I breathlessly ask.
“Because deep down inside this fucked up head of mine I know of one thing so fucking clearly. I’m yours.
And yeah, I’ve been denying this. I’ve been trying to fight us but you’re winning, Grace.
You’re taking this dead man and bringing him back to life.
Only you have been able to do that. You’re mine and I’m yours.
And when the time comes because it will, when I finally admit defeat, when you claim your victory, I’m going to ruin you for all men and make sure that the only man you’ll ever want in this life and every life after that is me. ”
My mouth opens wide as I stare at him completely stunned.
“Now, you’re going to get dressed and I’m going to wait for you right outside this door. Once your done I’m going to take your sweet ass back where it belongs. With me. At Vipers MC.”
“You’re very bossy,” I comment still breathless.
“Oh baby, you have no idea.” With a wink and a smirk he then turns and walks away.
I watch the power and swagger in his walk as he does.
Only when he reaches the outside of the door I feel like I can finally breathe again.
My body is on fire, my heart is racing, my pussy is crying for relief and my mind is reeling.
Despite all of that there’s only one thing I care about.
I’m winning.