Chapter 29 Frost
Frost
It's my damn turn with Killer. I have somewhere I want to take her tonight, if she’s not too tired from her date with Trikk.
It will push her boundaries, but that’s the purpose of it. Killer threw down a gauntlet; I’ll be damned if I don’t pick it up.
I decide to check her room first. Knocking politely, I hear movement inside. Killer opens the door in nothing but a towel.
I have to bite my lip to keep from grabbing her and bending her over the bed. Clearing my throat, I face her with a smile.
“How are you after your date? Do you think you’ll have energy for a date with me tonight?”
Killer grins. “I need a nap, but yeah, of course, Frosty. What do I wear?”
“Sorry, love, that’s a secret. Dress as sexy as possible. How does eight p.m. sound? I'll come get you then.”
“Okay, that works for me. I have plenty of time to catch some z’s. I'm excited.” Killer’s face lights up, and she twirls in a circle, adorably.
I can’t help myself. Pulling her to me, I kiss her slowly and passionately. Killer groans into my mouth, and I force myself to step back.
We're both breathing heavy, and I adjust my cock in my pants. “Later, Killer. Save your energy.”
Her eyebrows raise sky-high. “I hope you’ll back that up. I’m craving sexy time with you.”
I bite my fist, making her laugh. “I need to scoot before I ravage you, love. See you at eight?”
“Yep,” Killer says, still laughing as she closes her door.
I'm counting down the minutes.
Feeling refreshed after a shower and nap of my own, I peruse my closet for something to wear. I want to knock her socks off.
Tapping my finger on my chin, I decide to go with skin-tight black jeans that leave nothing to the imagination, a form-fitting, black button-up shirt, and my black motorcycle boots. I'm going commando; though it will chafe, it’ll be so worth her reaction.
I pull my black leather jacket from its hanger, getting dressed in a snap, then head out. I reach her door in seconds.
“Knock, knock, Killer. Ready for our date?”
The door opens, and my heart stalls. Killer looks almost too sexy.
She's wearing a micro-mini skirt in black, and a tight, deep purple camisole with a black leather jacket thrown over it.
High-heeled black boots that reach her knees complete the look.
Her hair is gorgeous. Her red curls hang down her back, with plenty of volume.
She has black eyeliner around her eyes, with a deep purple lipstick to match the camisole.
“Damn, Killer—I know I said sexy, but shit...” I stutter.
“I could say the same, because damn, Frost... you're sex on a stick,” she says, leaning in to smell me. “And you smell edible, too.”
An evil grin spreads over my face. “You ready to go, you vixen?”
Killer giggles, blushing a little. “Vixen, huh? Yeah, Sexy Daddy, I’m ready.”
My dick hardens, which of course, she notices.
“Like that, do you? Wait—are you not wearing underwear? I can see the ridges on your cock.”
I toss my head back and roar in laughter. Blowing her a kiss, I beckon for her to follow me to collect our ride for the night.
I close in on the immaculate black and silver Harley, waiting for her reaction.
“Wait, wait... we’re going on a bike?” Killer jumps up and down.
“You good with that?” I ask.
“Hell to the yeah. I trust you, Frost. But no helmet, please? I don’t want to fuck up my hair.”
I blow out a breath. Luckily, we’re not going far. Still, it’s so unsafe. Killer gives me the innocent eyes, so of course, I cave.
“Fine, but hold on to my waist tightly. Lean when I lean. I'm not going to go too fast.”
“Roger that,” Killer says, then laughs. “Oh God, I was so socially retarded back in The Retreat.” Laughing harder, tears prick her eyes.
“Okay... inside joke?”
“Yep, you could say that.”
I straddle the metal beast, running a hand lovingly over her sleek curves. It's been too long since I’ve had a powerful machine between my legs.
Killer climbs on behind me. “Put your feet on the pedals,” I instruct. “Now hang on tight.”
The throaty growl the bike makes when I start it makes Killer yell in excitement. I slowly get us out of the garage, then hit the gas once we’re on the main road.
“Wooo, yes!” Killer screams in delight.
It only takes about ten minutes to get to our destination. Pulling into a spot, I shut the Harley down and we both climb off.
“Frost? Is this a—?” Killer starts to ask, but I shush her with a kiss.
“Remember how you said you wanted to take every bad moment back and make them your bitch? That's an opportunity I’m giving you tonight. If you’re okay with it.”
Killer chews her lip, then nods resolutely. “Let’s do this. No drooling, though; I don’t want to cut a bitch.”
“I only have eyes for you, love,” I reassure her.
She walks beside me, holding my hand as we enter the dark and loud strip club.
It's a high-end establishment, so it’s classier than a lot of others. I nod to the bouncer, who holds open the rope.
“Mr. Aslanov. Enjoy yourselves.”
Killer makes a sound in her throat once we’re inside. Her eyes are so wide, she looks like a cartoon character. Her head whips around, taking in everything.
There’s a bar at the front, and two main stages right in the center. A curtained-off area sits discreetly in the back, where patrons go for lap dances and more intimate transactions. Half-naked servers move about through the place and there’s a girl on each stage, working the poles.
The men here are more well-behaved, not hooting and hollering. They’re tipping the girls, but aren’t being obnoxious.
Taking Killer’s hand again, I lead her to the bar. “Drink?”
“Um, yeah. Something girly.” she shrugs.
Laughing, the bartender mixes her a cocktail and hands it to her. I grab a bottle of water since I’m driving.
We wind our way through the tables to a prime location at the center of both stages. It's the area for high tippers.
As we take our seats, Killer says, “Whoa. Look at how they move! How do they do that?” She gestures to the pole work the dancers are doing.
“Practice and experience, I imagine,” I answer.
To be honest, I'm not even looking at those girls.
I have eyes for Killer only.
Phoenyxx
I'm absolutely elated that I'm not triggered whatsoever by being here. I'm not even threatened by the gorgeous ladies all around us.
Frost can’t take his eyes off me. I can see the love shining in his pale blues.
I'm excited. The music is pumping loudly, making me want to get up and dance.
I'm watching the girl in front of me twirling around the pole.
She climbs it with her legs, inching to the top.
Once she gets there, she flips upside down, hanging by her ankles, undulating for the crowd.
She slides down quickly, expertly flipping back onto her feet.
I stand up and clap with a grin, noticing I’m the only one to do so. Men congregate at the edge of the stage for her attention, tossing money at her. Some reach into her garter on her leg, shoving cash in there.
“Wow,” I whisper, awed by the woman.
She sees me and smiles. She goes to the floor, crawling her way toward me, never breaking eye contact.
She gets right in my face, saying, “Hi there, beautiful. Like what you see?”
My mouth opens when she shakes her bra-covered tits in my face, then stands back up with a saucy wink.
I whip my head around to look at Frost, who’s doing his best not to laugh.
“What do you think, Killer? Having fun so far?” he asks.
“I love it. The vibe is contagious. I just want to dance.” I flutter my lashes, flirting shamelessly with my Frost.
“You want to stay a bit longer?” Frost asks, but my attention snaps to the stage as a new girl is announced.
“Welcome to the stage, our star of the show. Meet the mesmerizing Mystic,” the announcer says.
Fog is pumped onto the stage, and music starts up. I see a figure emerging, and my jaw hits the floor. She is quite possibly the most attractive woman I’ve ever seen. A gorgeous tumble of glossy, chocolate brown hair hits her tailbone, with sparkling blue eyes, and curves for days.
The woman moves like a snake, swiveling her hips almost constantly. She prowls around the stage, noticing Frost and me. She comes to the edge, sitting down. Leaning close to Frost, she lays back and puts her legs in the air, showing her barely concealed pussy.
I scratch my lip, shoving back the urge to flip out.
Frost just shakes his head, so she focuses on me.
Licking her full lips, she puts out a hand for me. “Come on up, sexy,” she purrs, pulling me onto the stage.
“Uh...” I startle, eyes wide, looking at Frost hoping he’s not mad.
He nods with a smirk, so I just go with it. My heart pounds as every gaze in the room is on me.
The dancer backs me up to the pole. “Put your arms behind it,” she instructs. I hesitantly do as she asks, and she dances so close to my body, I can feel her heat.
She looks at the crowd, then back at me, as she slowly undoes her bra, shimmying it off, tossing it to the side.
I make a squeak of surprise, but Frost is looking at only me still. Holding my breath, I wait to see what she’s going to do next.
Next thing I know, the dancer pulls at my camisole, yanking it up, baring my barely covered breasts to the room. I swallow hard, my heartbeat loud in my ears.
She reaches out, popping each breast out of the bra. My nipples are so hard, they ache. I close my eyes as I feel her mouth latching onto one, and I moan softly.
My gaze flies over to Frost, who is breathing hard, his eyes at half-mast with desire.
The dancer whispers in my ear, “I’d love to give you and your date a lap dance in the back.”
I flounder with embarrassment but politely shake my head. Thankfully, she smiles and leads me off the stage.
Men throw money at me, screaming for more.
“Sorry, boys,” I say. “Please tip the lovely lady on stage instead.” I grab the pile of bills, walking over to the dancer and placing them in her garter. “Thanks,” I mouth to her.
I feel someone grab me by the waist, but I relax when Frost growls, “Mine. My Killer. You ready to go, you sexy beast?”
“Yeah,” I rasp out. I'm so turned on my core is throbbing.
Following Frost out to his bike, I climb on behind him. He starts the beautiful machine, and the vibrations underneath make me jolt.
Squirming, I hold on tight as he takes off.
My arousal doesn’t abate at all. I need Frost, and I need him now.
Feeling brave, I make a split-second decision to move. I slide my body around slowly to sit in front of him, facing him.
“What the hell are you doing, Killer? Be careful,” Frost barks against the wind.
Reaching down and hike up my skirt, pulling my panties to the side so he can see my glistening core.
Frost curses, his cock hardening in his jeans. I reach forward, freeing his massive cock from confinement.
I scoot as close as I can and wrap my legs around his waist. Hoisting myself up a tiny bit, I line up with his cock.
Shoving forward, I feel him breaching my entrance. I cry out, moving to take his entire length.
Frost moans loudly, and the bike starts to slow. “No,” I chastise. “Keep going.”
“Killer, fuck. I can’t resist you,” Frost groans, but picks up speed again.
The road is fairly crowded, even at this time of night. The headlights of cars keep shining right on us.
Feeling even more daring, I lean back into the handlebars as far as I can, showing anyone who looks Frost's cock buried in my soaked pussy.
An orgasm builds quickly, especially when horns begin honking.
Some guy yells out his window, “Damn—go, girl! Look at that pussy!”
That does it. I detonate, squeezing Frost's cock so hard, he curses colorfully. The strength of my release triggers his own. He fills me with spurts of hot come.
I'm still trying to catch my breath when the bike slows, then stops. We're back at the compound already.
Frost holds me tight for another minute. “My Killer is an exhibitionist.”
“What’s that mean, exactly?”
“You like to be watched.”
My cheeks redden. “I suppose that might be true.”
Frost helps me dismount the bike.
We stroll hand in hand through the garage, then back inside. I move toward my room, when he yanks me back by my hand.
“No, Killer. Tonight, you sleep with me.”
It's a statement, not a question.
One I’m more than happy to comply with.