She smiles like she’s won a prize and begins to strut forward. Her curves swaying in my direction, lust burning hot in her eyes. From the moment she walked through the doors, she was eyeing me up, vying for something more than the job. In all honesty, I may not want to give her up. I may want to keep her for myself this weekend.
“Yo, Deuce!” Roller calls from the door right as Portia stops before me, giving me one hell of a view of those heavy tits. Her hard nipples are poking through that scrap of material she’s got on. Tight and ready to go. “Another girl just showed up. Said she’s here to audition.”
Damn. Usually, I don’t tolerate tardiness, but I may need to find another option for Hemsworth. This one’s got my dick caught on her hook. I can think of a few fantasies I wouldn’t mind working out with her this weekend.
“Send her in,” I call to him before bringing my attention back to the pretty girl before me. “Need you to hold that thought, doll. Why don’t you go out to the bar and get yourself a drink while I finish up here? As soon as I’m done, I’ll come find you.”
She doesn’t look too pleased by the interruption, but I’ll make it up to her as soon as I’m done.
“Don’t make me wait too long, Deuce. I’m feeling awfully thirsty.” Her eyes drop down to my dick and my seed spills fromthe end, smearing in my pants. Maybe I should have her suck me off while I watch the next audition. I’m so hard, I’m not going to be able to concentrate.
But I have to. I can’t let my dick screw up our deal. Which means… I need to find Hemsworth a girl. That’s my top fucking priority.
“Don’t worry, doll. I won’t be too long. Now, go on out and tell the bartender your drinks are on me. I’ll be there shortly.”
Her fingers run over my cock before she turns to leave, and my dick wants to stop her and fuck her up against the wall. As soon as I’m done here, I’m locking myself away for a few hours and releasing all this pent-up stress on that wicked body. I could go rounds between those ruby red lips.
Portia opens the door and her entire body stiffens.
“What are you doing here?” Her voice has grown cold. “I thought you were too good for this kind of thing?” She must not be a fan of the new arrival. I just hope that whoever is in the hall will be a good match for Hemsworth, because I want to keep Portia for myself. Play with her until my dick grows tired.
“Lola thought I would be perfect for the gig,” the girl in the hall responds, her voice boasting with confidence. We’ll see about that. Portia’s going to be a tough act to follow. Although, my dick is throbbing so hard, I’m ready to hire anyone at this point so I can go slake this need.
“Yeah, well, we’ll see if you’ve got what it takes,” Portia says. “Good luck, prom queen. May the best girl win. Oh, and try to be quick about it. I have a date with that man as soon as you’re done.”
Portia thinks she’s a shoo-in for the job, but I have a different job in mind for her. I’m sure as long as I pay her what I promised, she’ll agree to be mine for the weekend. I gulp down the last of my drink and wait for the new arrival to get situated with her music, checking my missed texts in the meantime.Roller’s gettin’ shit ready for Fight Night next week. Wants to know if I’m in. I could definitely use a round in the rink, but I think Torch is up next.
Me:Check with Torch first. But I’m game, if he’s not up for it.
The lights go dim and the music starts to beat through the speakers. That’s my cue. I close out my screen and focus my attention up on stage. This one’s not as tall as the long-legged beauty who just left. Even in those five-inch pumps she’s got on, she looks on the shorter side. Her legs are toned though, definitely the calves of a dancer. And her ass—damn. It’s fucking perfect. She’s got a nice little rump with two round cheeks that would fit right in the palms of a man’s hands. Curvy hips. Narrow waist. A pretty back—the perfect playground for a tongue.
But… she’s a dirty blonde. A complete contrast to the last girl, and to Hemsworth’s type. I’m not going to rule her out just yet though. I could always get her to dye her hair if I needed to. Use some of that wash-out shit for the weekend. We’ll have to see what the front looks like. If it’s anywhere as near as good as the back, she’s got the job.
I sit forward as she starts to move, waiting for her to turn so I can see her face. She grinds down to the floor, taunting me with that perfect ass, tempting me with every sway of her little hips. Damn, I hope she has a pretty face. She’d be perfect for Hemsworth. Maybe even a better match considering how petite she is. All of his wives have been short.
Honestly, I like my women petite too. I like to manipulate them into any position. It makes me feel powerful. Dominant.
She kicks her leg out, sliding it along the pole, doing a complete split against it. Now my dick is as hard as that steel pole. She hooks her ankle and then spins, and I’m mesmerized by her flowing curls as her hair whips around her. I’ve alwayshad a thing for dirty blondes. They seem more authentic than the bleach blonde bombshells who remind me of porn stars. I like classic. Chic. More girl next door than playboy centerfold.
But Portia… I’ll make an exception for her. Those lips were made for sucking dick. And I’d get to squeeze on those fake tits as I sunk into the back of her throat.
Damn. I just need to see this one’s face, so I can hire her and go work out this need.
Finally, the girl stops spinning on the pole. She’s facing forward and my eyes go straight to her chest. A perfect set of tits. Nowhere near as big as Portia’s, but these are real. A rarity in Vegas that’s for sure. It’s usually the first purchase a girl makes when she gets here, especially if she’s working at a topless bar. But not this girl. Her little boobs are soft and sweet, making her look innocent and young. Classier instead of whorish. I think she’s perfect for Hemsworth.
My eyes travel up the rest of the way, hoping that she’s a knockout, because she’ll be hired on the spot if she is. There’s no need to finish the audition. I’ve already seen enough.
Fuck me…
It can’t be.
The past slams into me like a fist. She stands under the dim light. Her face glowing under the spotlight, and every perfect feature is illuminated. Bright blue eyes. Plump pink lips shimmering with gloss. That beauty mark right below her left eye.
It’s her. Fuck. I’d recognize Lauralyn Prince in a crowd of a thousand people. Her face is ingrained in my memories. All the times she reminded me that I was no better than the trailer I grew up in. She walked the halls looking down her nose at everyone who was beneath her. Us boys who grew up in the double-wides didn’t deserve to breathe the same air. Wecertainly weren’t worthy of her attention.Low-life trash. Stupid, dirty thugs who won’t amount to anything.
She made her opinions known, didn’t she? Told me exactly what she thought of me the day I asked her to homecoming. From that point forward, there wasn’t a single person I despised more. She and that asshole boyfriend of hers can kiss my ass.
Her eyes finally lift from the ground, and her entire body stiffens, freezing in place. My name ghosts across her lips. Looks like she hasn’t forgotten me either.
