“Did you find a piece of paper that may have fallen out of my jacket pocket?” He asks hesitantly before climbing back onto the bed and running his fingers up the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. Glancing up at him, I swallow hard before answering flatly, “Yes. I threw it away because I called her and found out it was some chick you used to dick. I made sure she knew that you were married. Honestly, I shouldn’t have had to be the one to say this to her. You should have.” Sighing, he looks away into the corner of the room before he replies in a whisper, “I have always thought that there was something else she wasn’t telling me. When I found out she was pregnant, I needed to know. However, I will never completely know the truth now because I can’t contact her without that number.” Angrily, he looks down at me and then asks while sounding disgusted, “Why didn’t you just wake me up and ask me? Don’t you trust me? I mean, so many men touch you on that stage. The way you acted la
“Dani. Can you please come here for a second?” My mom says with a worried tone to her voice from the next room, as I wash the mud out of my plaid mini skirt.Today, I had gone on my first date with Kelley, and it ended horribly. We were riding along the path, when suddenly the horse reared up violently and I fell off. I looked like I had never ridden before. "That’s what I get for trying to ride on her sideways." I murmur under my breath while walking out the door.If I had gone with my instincts and straddled Jane like I usually did, I would have been just fine. Of course, it all ended with me on my ass in the mud and feeling embarrassed about it. Of course, it had to happen on my 20th birthday.Remembering the hungry way Kelley looked at me, I find myself shaking my head in disbelief. I just can't believe that he helped me up afterwards and then leaned forward to kiss me hard on the lips. When he did, he grabbed my breasts and then said in a husky voice, “Dani, I want you.”
After a long night in the hospital waiting room and several cups of coffee later, a doctor in his fifties with silver hair and glasses, finally walks out and tells me what is happening. “Are you Dani Robinson?” He asks in a very flat tone, while he checks his watch for the time.I raise my head and glance at him over the magazine to say, “Yes. Why?” In an apprehensive voice.“Your mother has had a heart attack and will need to stay in the hospital for several weeks if not longer. We had to open her chest and there is always the risk of reoccurring heart attack, stroke, or infection. The question is who will be paying for this? Our insurance department has informed us that she does not have any.”My heart sinks when I hear the news because there is no way I can come up with thousands of dollars. The only money I have is from my part-time job at the creamery down the street from here. If they made me a manager, maybe I could swing it, but otherwise not in a million years. Frown
On the drive home, I think about everything the doctor said. Is that really the only way? Should I do it?It goes against everything my mother has always instilled in me, and yet there is something intriguing about what he suggests. So intriguing, that I am willing to investigate it further and possibly even pursue it. The only thing that bothers me about stripping, however, is the fact that so many men think that you are willing to do anything to be paid. That is simply not the case for me.If I go down that path, I must make sure to not keep going into the abyss. Because once you take that step, you never return. I remember one time a while back, I had to go into the city at night for my mother’s medications. There were women lining the streets with their pimps in the bad parts of town. As I drove by, I saw cars pulling up to the curbs, and then the women flocking to them. That is what pops in my head, when I think of strippers and what it all leads to afterwards. Pulling
Rolling my eyes, I turn to see an extremely handsome man with short, styled, black hair staring back at me. His eyes are so dark brown that it appears that they are black. Even though I usually don’t like men with a beard and mustache, he looks so hot with it, that I would melt in his hands if he touched me. This man oozes sex from every pore of his body. So much so, that when he accidently brushes my cheek with his hand, goosebumps instantly form on my arms. When I continue to stare at him, I notice that he glances down at my dress and just stares. Realizing why, I try to fold my arms across my chest, but he is standing so close, I can’t move without touching him. Admittedly, the reason why he is staring at my chest and licking his lips, is because my nipples are so hard that they are poking through the thin fabric of my dress. That I can’t help right now, because he has this strange effect on me and if he keeps standing there, I may do an audition right here for him. I must
“Wow, sugar you look as sweet as candy. Hey, that’s what your stage name will be, Candy Cane. Every time you walk out onto that stage, I want you sucking on one. You will lick it until all the men are so hard that they practically want to jump you the minute you step foot out there.” Mr. Knight says while the rock-hard erection in his pants salutes me.It’s hard to not look down and stare at it, but I take one quick glance before I hear Trinity walk in and then Mr. Knight rushes out of the room. Trinity is a tall bleach blonde in her thirties, with long legs and short hair. Her boobs are so perky that I want to punch her, because mine have never been that way. I mean honestly, they must be fake for sure. I’m hardly anything to look at compared to her, with my long chestnut hair and my brown eyes. Matter of fact, I look like every other girl out there. That’s why I find it hard to believe that men find me attractive. They never seem to notice me any other time unless I reall
Not knowing what to think, I find myself too busy worrying about having to walk out onto the stage and strip for a whole mess of perverts. So, as soon as the music starts, and I hear the rhythm and blues of Aretha Franklin, I strut my stuff out and start to do my thing without even thinking about it. It’s scary, but this comes so easy to me.While hearing “Today I Sing The Blues” In the background, I swing my body around the cold steel pole and straddle it. Then I grind my core against the slick metal up and down, till the man directly to the right of me cries out, “Oh, God baby. Let’s see it all. Please take it off.” By now, I feel numb enough to everything, that I stop thinking and just go on instinct.Rewarding the man with the jean jacket on and red hair for his attention, I slip down onto my knees and slide across the floor on my hands painstakingly slow. As I inch towards him, the other men start to yell, “Oh fuck no. Your mine and I have more money, baby.” While fanning
Hearing my phone in the next room, I briefly remember stumbling in last night after one of the worst nights of my life. Not only did Trinity prevail, but I was booted off the stage by Mr. Knight and now he feels bad for me. That isn’t something I ever wanted him to do. Matter of fact, it is the last thing he should be feeling for me after his lips almost touched mine.If Macy and Trinity hadn’t been there, God knows what might have happened. I could have ended up on my knees with his dick in my mouth. Or even bent over the couch in his office, waiting for him to fill me completely and take my virginity. Possibly, he could have even knocked all his things off his desk with one swipe of his arm. Like they do in all those seedy romance novels I used to read as a teenager.Will I become what I am afraid of? Or somehow will I manage to keep my morals? It is too early to tell. Judging by last night though, it makes me wonder if I was a good girl in the beginning. Or if I was a wo
“Did you find a piece of paper that may have fallen out of my jacket pocket?” He asks hesitantly before climbing back onto the bed and running his fingers up the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. Glancing up at him, I swallow hard before answering flatly, “Yes. I threw it away because I called her and found out it was some chick you used to dick. I made sure she knew that you were married. Honestly, I shouldn’t have had to be the one to say this to her. You should have.” Sighing, he looks away into the corner of the room before he replies in a whisper, “I have always thought that there was something else she wasn’t telling me. When I found out she was pregnant, I needed to know. However, I will never completely know the truth now because I can’t contact her without that number.” Angrily, he looks down at me and then asks while sounding disgusted, “Why didn’t you just wake me up and ask me? Don’t you trust me? I mean, so many men touch you on that stage. The way you acted la
Waking up in Brandon’s arms, I find myself wondering how I am going to balance between being Mrs. Knight and yet still stay true to myself. After all, I have found out that my needs have changed, and I often wonder if I am not becoming a completely different person because of this stripping experience. Could it be that it has changed me beyond what I initially thought it had?While I lay here, I listen to Brandon’s soft snores before I climb out of bed to go to the bathroom. On the way, I glance at the mirror and am shocked at my appearance as I scamper past in hopes of making it to the bathroom in time. I must have drunk so much last night that I didn’t remember the rest of the night. Either way I look like hell and admittedly have even lost some weight over the last several weeks.As I rush to the bathroom, I stare at a small piece of paper poking out of his jacket and it makes me curious. So, after I finish my business and wash my hands, I tip toe back out and look over to wh
After watching the first girl go on while sitting next to Macy, I decide to find Brandon and ask something that has been bugging me. Remembering back to when I found a box in the back of the closet with another woman’s name on it, I couldn’t stop myself from wondering if there was another woman in his life? After all, why would he keep a box hidden in the closet? I can’t let it go or it will eat me up inside. Especially, after the display tonight.Walking up to the office, I hear him on the phone, so I quietly open the door and enter before shutting it behind me. Looking up from his desk, he fakes a smile as he begins to yell at someone on the other end, “How dare you? I paid for that. How can you just not deliver something I have already purchased and paid for?”I can already see the upset look on his face as he squints and then runs his fingers over his furrowed brow. Saying one more thing before he slams the phone down, “Just get it here, now!” He glances up at me and state
After what seems like hours, Macy finally spills the whole thing. “So, you met him here two weeks ago?” I ask excitedly to find out about her mystery man. “Well no. I met him here a couple months back when he handed me a couple hundred-dollar bills and asked to fuck me out in his car. I quickly turned him down and said that it is not how things work around here. Afterwards, he kept coming around every night and watching me like I was his prey. It was creepy, but I enjoyed his generous tips. Three weeks ago, he stopped coming around completely. I had briefly wondered what had happened to him, but when he pulled up next to me while I was walking home from work about two weeks ago and offered to give me a ride home, I finally accepted. After all, it was downpouring. That night, I asked him in for coffee and then one thing led to another, and we fucked. Well, I may or may have not forgotten to wear a condom.” She says with a guilty smirk on her lips and then runs her fingers o
“Dinner tasted so good. Thank you, sugar.” He says sweetly after we clean up the table.“Thank you. I think the goulash tasted especially tasty tonight.” I remark as I glance over at him and wonder if he really meant what he said earlier.Knowing that this is something to not be taken lightly, I tread carefully as I ask, “Did Macy say how far along she is?” While secretly wondering if there was something she didn’t tell me.Shaking his head, he replies hesitantly as he puts the remaining contents of our meal in the fridge, “No, why?”Running my fingers over the dark wood of the top of the chair, I state, “Oh, nothing. I just wondered how long we would have to wait to find out the sex of the baby.”Shrugging his shoulders, he states, “Well, lets go find out. I left my phone up in the bedroom. Shall we?” before gesturing for me to go ahead of him.Turning to him, I slide my hands up the length of his chest as I wait for him to lean down and kiss me on the lips. Gazing down at me
When I finally wake up after such a long nap, I realize that it must be dinner time because my stomach is growling so loudly that it wakes up Brandon. “Woah there.” He jokes as he sits up and rubs the back of his neck gingerly.“I feel like I could sleep for several more hours, but I am famished.” He adds before smiling like a Cheshire Cat and looking me up and down.Now I don’t know if he meant that he wants food or more of me. Unsure, I ask hesitantly, “What exactly are you hungry for?” as I wink at him.Cocking his head, he seems to think about it for a moment until he leans forward and whispers in my ear, “You of course, but my stomach begs to differ.”Giggling as he runs his fingers softly across my inner thigh, I move quickly towards the robe that is hanging on the closet door. As I climb off the bed, he firmly grasps my wrist before he pulls me to him and kisses me hungrily. Eventually, he lets go after a minute so I can make dinner.Watching as I pull the white, plush rob
After bringing me inside, he ascends the staircase to take me to the bedroom. On the way, I wrap my fingers around his neck and begin to plant soft kisses on his jawline while matching every step he takes. He has such a serious look on his face that I can only imagine what he is really thinking at this moment. When we get to the bedroom door, he kicks it open before he carries me into the room and then throws me down on the bed with such force that I nearly bounce off the side. “Whoops.” He says quickly as I recover my balance and sit up on the edge of the bed.Watching him move as quickly as possible like a thief in the night, he hurries to unbutton his white dress shirt and unzip his black pants as he stumbles around and nearly trips over his own feet. Laughing, I wait until he is done before asking sarcastically, “Did you enjoy yourself? I know I did.” As soon as I say it, he cocks his head as he gives me a dirty look before pulling his boxers off and exposing his substantia
A few minutes later, as Brandon turns me around to kiss me, I feel his phone buzzing in his dress pants pocket. “Perfect timing.” I state under my breath as he pulls it out and looks to see who it is.Showing me, he asks curiously, “Why is Macy calling me?”Shrugging my shoulders, I watch as he answers the call and then hear her talk when he turns the speaker on. “Brandon, is Dani alright? She hasn’t been answering any of her calls from me and I am worried right now. I need to talk to her.” She says quite frantically while the tone of her voice rises higher and higher.“Macy, she is right here. Hold on. Alright?” He states flatly with a hint of sarcasm, as he rolls his eyes at me.Not knowing what is wrong, I clear my throat before stating sadly, “Macy we are at my mom’s funeral. What can be so wrong?”“Oh, damn. I have the perfect timing, don’t I? I guess this can wait until later then.” She says as I hear the disappointment in her voice.“No, just tell me. We are standing
On the day of my mom’s funeral, I stare out at the rain while the water slides down the windowpane constantly like a river that is never ending. Standing behind me, Brandon has his fingers laced with mine as his arms hug me tightly and he lays butterfly kisses down the back of my neck softly. I close my eyes for a split second to try and stop the tears from flowing because I know damn well that if I don’t, my mascara will run. It is bad enough that it is time, but when I found out two days ago that I am completely barren, my whole world was turned upside down. Apparently, as the good doctor said it, “Your female productive organs are almost nonexistent.” is the nice way of putting that I am so messed up inside a baby could never be conceived.From what I understand, the reason why my period disappeared is the fact that I have no eggs to reproduce with. “Sugar, we must go. This is something we should not be late for.” Brandon states softly in a saddened tone of voice as he releas