Chapter Seven — Callum
Every time I think she’s done the hottest thing I could ever imagine, she somehow outdoes herself, like now.
Somehow watching her awkwardly ask the stripper to come into a room with us.
It was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.
Watching her face turn pink as she squirmed and shyly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and then crossed her arms in front of her chest self-consciously when the stripper looked down at her obvious clamps.
Fuck the clamps. I feel my cock stir against my pants. Even though she sucked me off less than an hour ago, I’m already desperate to pound her. There’s something about her innocence, her nervousness that just makes me want to ruin her.
I walk up to her and we follow behind the stripper. I grab her waist and squeeze. She leans into me. And I feel her body warmth. I vacillate between wanting to protect her like a little lamb and wanting to tie her up and do the most depraved things imaginable to her until she can’t walk properly.
Did you explain the game to her? I whisper into her ears as the stripper opens the door. She says, “So that’s a no,” I say. “Well, I warned her.”
She says, “Kind of. What did you say?” I said that we have a game, and that we might do things, and there might be nudity?” She looks up at me. I laugh. “You’re so fucking cute,” I say.
“Do you mind if I tell her?” She nods. “Please.” “Got it,” I say. As soon as the stripper closes the door, I look at her. “So let me explain what’s going on here, if you don’t mind.” I start.
“By all means,” the stripper says. My girl and I have a bet, I say, “about who can make the other one come quicker.” “Oh,” the stripper says.
Her eyebrows shoot straight up. It’s the first time I’ve seen her look genuinely caught off guard.
“That’s a first,” she says after a few seconds. I smile. “Yeah.”
It’s her turn, I say, nodding towards Alex. And since she wanted some privacy, I thought we’d come into one of these rooms. I know that we need a dancer to gain access to these rooms…
“Do you want me to leave?” she asks, interrupting me. I look at Alex and pause. I give her a look that says, “It’s up to you.”
As I’ve discussed with her, she could say no. Or say yes and get the minute head start.
We want you to stay, Alex says. “Okay,” the stripper says slowly. “And what do you want me to do?”
Alex pulls on my sleeve and I bend my head down towards her. She grabs my ear and I feel a shiver run through my entire body as her lips brush against me.
“Can I have a minute and a half head start if she is allowed to help out?” I raise my eyebrows. “Really?” I ask. I look at Alex and her eyes are shining. She bites her lower lip, and it takes every ounce of self-restraint not to rip that dress off of her and fuck her right this very damn second.
I don’t say anything, but I feel like this isn’t exactly a good deal for Alex. I mean, now instead of one person, there’s going to be two. And one of them will be another woman. And who knows a woman’s body better than another woman?
But I’m not gonna say no. Obviously.
Alex nods. “Okay, I say. Alex looks at the stripper.
“Um ‘We’d like you to help out,’ she says quietly, ‘if you want to, of course.’” I reach into my wallet and grab a few other hundred dollar bills and give them to the stripper. “Here,” I say. “You don’t have to do anything, but i’ll give this to you.”
The stripper looks at Alex. “Hell, I won’t say no to the money, but you didn’t even have to give me any. I’m bisexual, actually. And your girlfriend here is a looker. In fact, she’s one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.”
I know I say. Pride flowing through me. I look at Alex, and she’s blushing.
All right, I say, looking at Alex, shall we? Alex nods, smiling shyly.