The lights strobe their hypnotic pattern as the blonde spins on the pole. Fake hair, fake nails, fake name. That’s all these broads are here. Fake.
The stale smell of cigarettes, alcohol, and sex hangs in the air. Forever a permanent aroma. I swear, it smelled the same twenty years ago. I guess some things never change.
My stomach rolls as I down another shot. One more to kill the memories. One more to numb the pain. One more to force me to forget.
I swore I would never come back to this town. I swore I would never go back to that house. The house my best friend left me in his will almost twenty years ago.
Fuck. We were only twenty-one. We had our whole lives ahead of us. I had known that man since we were born. Losing him was like losing a part of me. That’s why I left this town and never looked back…until now.
That horrible morning, I told him not to leave yet. All he had to do was wait until the afternoon and let the stormpass, but that wasn’t what Adam wanted. That wasn’t the plan.
“Gotta get a head start so we can get there early.”
That was always his saying. Even if there wasn’t a fucking time schedule to keep, he always wanted to be early.
One decision that ruined both of our lives. I not only lost my best friend, but his wife and three-year-old daughter as well. Now I’m back here. I couldn’t sell the house twenty years ago. I couldn’t lose the last piece of Adam that I had.
“Do you want a dance, baby?” A dark-haired temptress sits on my lap. My arm wraps around her lower back, holding her steady. She’s stunning. Her long, dark hair hangs down her back. Her lips are plump and only lightly colored with a red-tinted gloss. Her hourglass body is toned, but with perfect curves.
The lights catch in her eyes. Blue. But not just any blue, a silver blue. Like the ocean before a storm, calm but deadly.
Fuck. The same eyes as Angie.
“Not much of a talker, are you, baby?” she asks as she presses her body against mine to whisper in my ear.
Her soft voice and warm breath on my neck has my cock thickening in my jeans. My fingers press into her bare skin as hers run up my chest. She unbuttons the top two buttons on my black dress shirt before slipping her hand beneath the fabric. Her nails drag along my skin, like a predator tearing open its prey.
I should turn her away. Decline her offer like I’ve declined every other woman tonight…But I can’t. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but there’s something about her.
“Sure, doll. One dance.” I growl as she scratches above my heart. Her lips slowly tilt into a triumphant smirk. Fuck, those lips. I can practically see them wrapped around my cock while she’s down on her knees.
She stands, interlacing her fingers with mine as she pulls me to my feet. Good to know that old Jocko still lets these girls do whatever the fuck they want, as long as they’re safe about it. She nods to the bouncer as we pass through the curtained-off area to the private rooms. She opens the second door on the left and clicks on the light. It has a typical setup. There’s a chair, a bed, a mini bar, a pole, and a bathroom.
Here at Badlands, anything goes. These girls are much more than just dancers. I’m not a stranger to random hookups. Mainly because I haven’t really even dated in the last twenty years. No time. I’m too busy running my company. The one that was supposed to beourcompany. Fuck you, Adam.
I release her hand to walk over to the mini bar. As I pick up the decanter of the mysterious dark liquid, I glance at her and tilt the bottle to her. She nods. I turn my back to her as I pour myself a glass, down it, and then pour us each two fingers worth.
My eyes pinch closed as the liquid hits my stomach. It feels like shards of glass shifting inside of me. Cutting me open to bleed out internally. I inhale slowly and deeply, trying to calm the tightness in my chest. Even being back in this place is causing pain. Adam and I spent our eighteenthbirthdays together here, since they were only two weeks apart.
I can feel her walk up behind me. Her hands roam across my back and up to my shoulders. She slowly pulls my jacket off my arms and tosses it onto the chair. Her hands continue to explore my body. My cock thickens, pressing against the tight fabric of my jeans. One more deep breath.
I turn, handing her the drink. She looks up at me with those silver eyes. She seems even shorter now that she’s standing right in front of me. She brings the glass to her lips, downing the drink in one sip. She slowly licks her top lip, savoring the last bit of the drink. My eyes follow her tongue as it catches the last drop at the corner of her mouth. It’s taking everything in me not to kiss those lips. Those plump, soft, fuckable looking lips.
Fuck.
She blushes, as if my thoughts are spilling out of me. But all there is between us is heavy silence. A charged, hot, tense silence. Her eyes leave mine and lower to the floor as the blush creeps down her chest. I take a moment to fully look at how she’s dressed. A lace red bra with matching thong. Black four-inch heels. It’s cute. Even with the heels, she’s at least ten inches shorter than I am.
“So…You got a name, doll?” I ask as I tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear before placing two fingers under her chin. I lift her chin, forcing her to look into my eyes. The silver flashes as her eyes meet mine.
“Lulu.”
I can’thelp but chuckle. Lulu?
“I want your eyes on me, Lulu. I want your thoughts only on me tonight. Can you do that?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
