Chapter 59
KC
Darla waves for us to come up to the stage before screaming to the audience, “Let’s hear it for these three lucky ladies!!!”
Ajani and Brittney push their chairs back and stand up quickly. I grab Brittney’s arm, stopping her. “Hey, are you sure Skyler will be okay with this?”
She pauses for a moment and looks between Ajani and me. “I mean, it can’t be too bad if it’s going to happen in front of all these people, right? We’d have plenty of witnesses.”
I start to shake my head. “Fuck, I don’t know. I know he can get jealous sometimes, and I’d hate for this night to turn into a shit show.”
Brittney grabs my hand and drags me behind her, pausing before we take the steps up to the stage. She wraps her arms around me before whispering into my ear, “It’ll be fine. I promise, Kailey.”
Darla walks over to us. “Come on, ladies, let’s get your asses in these seats. Did you bring your ropes?”
We all nod in unison. I don’t even know what’s happening right now.
“Kailey, you get the middle chair.” Oh joy, in the middle, all eyes on me for this performance.
“Erhm, it’s just for one song, right?” My nerves are starting to show through my shaky voice.
“A song? Oh, yes, yes, this is just the introduction to the show, ladies.”
Ajani’s whistle pulls my attention to my right side..
“This is going to be epic! Where’s a cameraman when we need him?!”
“I’m so glad you’re excited for this. What if these men are all oily and reek of sweat?!”
Brittney chimes in from my left side, “Stop panicking and just enjoy this moment. I love you, ladies!”
“We love you too.” Ajani’s and my voice are an echo of each other.
“Alright, ladies, hands behind the chair. Hold your piece of rope in one hand. Someone is going to come from behind you and tie your wrists so you can get the full experience of this lap dance.”
Darla’s voice is a little too giddy for my liking.
I guess it’ll be fine. I try to calm my racing heart by taking deep, long breaths.
One lap dance, then I can finish up my ladies’ night and tell Jared about all of this.
He won’t care… maybe… I mean he shouldn’t…
What could possibly go wrong? Oh, that’s right, Skyler getting angry. That would be fucking terrible.
I can hear heavy footsteps walking up behind me.
This mystery person grabs the rope from my hands and ties it around my wrists, tightly.
Like, no joke, I can’t break free from this.
Once our hands are all tied behind the backs of our chairs, Darla turns to the audience.
“I don’t know, ladies and gents, should we also blindfold them?
” Three black silk blindfolds are dangling from her fingers.
“Yes!” the audience roars.
“Nah, let’s not do that.” I start to panic and look to my friends for support. They’re eagerly nodding their heads, ready to be blindfolded for what’s to come.
Brittney taunts from beside me, “Hey, don’t be a Debbie Downer. This might be your last night of real freedom.”
I wrinkle my nose at her. She knows that’ll whip me out of not wanting to do something. Who needs peer pressure when you have a certain phrase to dare you to do something instead?
Darla leans down, her eyes making contact with mine. “You’re never going to forget this, KC.” She pinches my cheek and places the blindfold on, blocking my vision.
My pulse is dramatically pounding through my ears; nothing is happening yet. The audience has quieted down, and I hear Darla’s heels walk offstage.
“Holy shit, ladies!!!” I yell out, knowing my friends are experiencing this same euphoric excitement.
Senses of touch and eyesight, gone…
Ladies throughout the crowd start to hoot and holler as the intro to “Pony” by Ginuwine flows through the speakers.
I can feel a presence stop in front of me.
It feels like this person is using a feather to stroke my cheek and down my neck.
Instantly, my nipples perk right up, and I have to bite back a moan.
A forceful grip spreads my thighs open. I can’t help the gasp that breaks free from my lips.
A fingertip taps my bottom lips then drums along the inside of my upper thigh, matching the beat of the music.
I can feel a muscular leg straddle each of my thighs, as the stranger’s body grinds against my crotch.
The cheers from the crowd are silenced as my focus is only on him.
Holy fuck, this is nice. Maybe we don’t tell Jared how nice.
His body presses against my chest, and I can feel the heat radiating off of him.
“I’m just a bachelor, I’m lookin’ for a partner.” His mouth shadows my lips, and fuck, his voice and mouth does something to me. My mouth is gaping as heat radiates through me, stopping inside my pussy, aching. That voice…
“Someone who knows how to ride.” He rides me, letting me feel his dick over my jeans.
“Without even falling off.” He tips the chair.
The blindfold is removed. I blink a few times, then I’m staring into emerald green eyes—Jared.
He’s the stranger that’s been grinding on me and singing to me in front of this audience.
“Gotta be compatible, takes me to my limits. Girl, when I break you off, I promise that you won’t want to get off. ”
Jared, hops off of my lap and slides down to the floor. His body is shimmering. He’s wearing his cage-fighting shorts and making love to the stage.
“Oh, my god. It’s Jared!!!” I scream at my friends, but when I turn around, I see that they have their own entertainers, Beau and Skyler! Ajani and Brittney look very happy, so I turn back around and continue to watch my man perform.
When the chorus starts—If you’re horny, let’s do it—Jared turns around, goes to one knee, and does the power pull move toward me. He pushes off the ground and plants his stance with both legs shoulder-width apart, then does the tour pose, arms back and chest puffed out. He looks powerfully sexy.
I. Am. Speechless. And possibly drooling.
Beau and Skyler come up on Jared’s sides.
Each perfectly positioned on the stage, still in front of their ladies.
They all do a body roll, snap, lean with it and rock with it, then finish their dance with pelvic thrusts.
Then they turn and do the same routine toward the audience so we get a good view of their asses and back muscles.
Jared walks behind me and frees my hands. I leap into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Are you real?”
His hand wraps around my hair and pulls, exposing my neck. Jared’s tongue dips out, tracing a line on my neck up to my begging lips. “I’m real, Dimples. I’m yours.” His lips crash against mine, and our tongues tangle against each other’s, fighting for control.
Darla’s voice pulls me back to reality. “Let’s give it up for these men, who asked me for a favor, and who learned a dance together to surprise their women!” She claps along with the audience.
Jared carries me backstage. “I don’t want to share you tonight.” His bottom lip juts out into a pout.
I bite it. “Hey, you crashed ladies’ night. Very romantically crashed it, but still.” I giggle against his bare neck.
“I did this to claim you. So now, everyone knows you’re mine. I was selfishly tired of waiting…” His stare is asking me if I’m okay with what just happened.
“Baby, I was also ready to mark you as mine. You’re just better at it than me,” I admit with a giggle.
He sets me down and pushes me against a wall, holding my arms up and over my head. “Can you repeat that again when I have my phone out recording?”
“Jared! KC!” Skyler’s voice booms through the backstage area.
“Holy shit, they loved us out there!” Beau’s arm is around Ajani’s shoulders as he walks up.
Brittney is on Skyler’s back, her smile beautiful and beaming.
“Uhm, why do I feel like my best friends were involved in this?!” I dramatically point at them.
Ajani and Brittney both do the zipper motion to their lips and start laughing as they throw away an invisible key.
I love them. I’m so fucking happy, and my heart feels full.
“Party at my house! I’ll order the pizza!” Skyler yells over his shoulder as he walks off, carrying Brittney.