peaks tightly—one-hundred percent real. How could a chick be this hot? The throbbing desire in my pants was ready to explode. I pinched her nipples and Nicole moaned softly.
Fuck! I was too close! I couldn't blow my load in my pants. Not yet...I had to have her first.
I lifted her ass off of me and set Nicole down. “Let's go back to my place,” I whispered.
Nicole stared into my eyes and smiled. “I'm sorry but I don't go home with customers and I definitely don't sleep with them.”
No girl had ever refused me before. The blood was pounding in my pants, reminding me of my desperate need. What was so different about her? She didn't seem like a normal stripper.
I was tempted to ask her to finish the lap dance so she could take me to to end. The pain in my balls was growing. I needed to unload fast. I grabbed a couple hundreds out of my pocket and smushed them in her hand before leaving through the curtains.
I looked around the room for another stripper that would fuck me or blow me—anything to take away this desire. The other MC members were all getting lap dances from various girls. Maverick needed two girls to fill his entire lap. It was too late to find another girl. I ran to the seedy bathroom to find my release.
Chapter Three
Nicole
Why did I tell him my real name! It just came out. That was such a rookie mistake. The girls backstage would be shaking their head at me now.
His leather vest looked so good on him, showing off his big muscles. His patches on his left breast stated: Dark Steel MC and Sgt-at-Arms. I wasn't sure what that meant but it sounded badass. I grinded against Ash, rubbing his giant erection right between my cheeks. The blood in my veins boiled as his hands touched me all over. I'd been with so many customers before but this one was different. He was strong, confident, and so god damn sexy. Desire pooled between my thighs. I got lost in the moment as he grabbed my breasts. I'd never wanted a man more than now.
Suddenly, Ash pushed me off him. I didn't want to stop. He wanted me to go home with him. My brain struggled with the decision. I so desperately wanted him to take me right there in the booth. All I'd have to do was bend over and keep my mouth shut as he pounded me. Nobody would find out.
But that was wrong. I didn't want my first time to be in this strip club. In the end, I was always a good girl. I told him the same thing I told every customer—I couldn't go home with him. Ash handed me two-hundred dollars and bolted out of the booth.
Two-hundred dollars. The lap dance was only thirty.
I ran out to tell him thank you but he was already gone. I looked for him everywhere and eventually found him coming out of the men's restroom.
“I wanted to give you my number before you left,” I said, handing him a scrap of paper with my digits written on them. Another rookie mistake.
Ash looked down and his eyes flared. “I'm really going to call you.”
My cheeks flushed. “I hope so.”
The motorcycle club left and Nautilus was almost completely empty. I went backstage and changed back into normal clothes.
“Nicole, who was that last customer you had? He was so dreamy.” Cherry asked.
“One of the guys from the motorcycle club.”
“Did you get his number? I'd love to ride a piece of meat like him.”
“Sorry Cherry, I didn't.”
I decided to leave out the fact that I gave Ash my number. Cherry was beyond beautiful and this biker was going to be all mine. I said my goodbyes to everyone at the club and left for home.
—
I pulled up to the tiny blue townhouse that Jenny and I rented. It sat at the end of a row of houses that all looked exactly the same with bars on the windows. We weren't in the nicest area but rent was cheap and the landlord let us do whatever we wanted.
I opened the front door to discover Jenny sitting at the breakfast bar, nursing a glass of
Fuck! I was too close! I couldn't blow my load in my pants. Not yet...I had to have her first.
I lifted her ass off of me and set Nicole down. “Let's go back to my place,” I whispered.
Nicole stared into my eyes and smiled. “I'm sorry but I don't go home with customers and I definitely don't sleep with them.”
No girl had ever refused me before. The blood was pounding in my pants, reminding me of my desperate need. What was so different about her? She didn't seem like a normal stripper.
I was tempted to ask her to finish the lap dance so she could take me to to end. The pain in my balls was growing. I needed to unload fast. I grabbed a couple hundreds out of my pocket and smushed them in her hand before leaving through the curtains.
I looked around the room for another stripper that would fuck me or blow me—anything to take away this desire. The other MC members were all getting lap dances from various girls. Maverick needed two girls to fill his entire lap. It was too late to find another girl. I ran to the seedy bathroom to find my release.
Chapter Three
Nicole
Why did I tell him my real name! It just came out. That was such a rookie mistake. The girls backstage would be shaking their head at me now.
His leather vest looked so good on him, showing off his big muscles. His patches on his left breast stated: Dark Steel MC and Sgt-at-Arms. I wasn't sure what that meant but it sounded badass. I grinded against Ash, rubbing his giant erection right between my cheeks. The blood in my veins boiled as his hands touched me all over. I'd been with so many customers before but this one was different. He was strong, confident, and so god damn sexy. Desire pooled between my thighs. I got lost in the moment as he grabbed my breasts. I'd never wanted a man more than now.
Suddenly, Ash pushed me off him. I didn't want to stop. He wanted me to go home with him. My brain struggled with the decision. I so desperately wanted him to take me right there in the booth. All I'd have to do was bend over and keep my mouth shut as he pounded me. Nobody would find out.
But that was wrong. I didn't want my first time to be in this strip club. In the end, I was always a good girl. I told him the same thing I told every customer—I couldn't go home with him. Ash handed me two-hundred dollars and bolted out of the booth.
Two-hundred dollars. The lap dance was only thirty.
I ran out to tell him thank you but he was already gone. I looked for him everywhere and eventually found him coming out of the men's restroom.
“I wanted to give you my number before you left,” I said, handing him a scrap of paper with my digits written on them. Another rookie mistake.
Ash looked down and his eyes flared. “I'm really going to call you.”
My cheeks flushed. “I hope so.”
The motorcycle club left and Nautilus was almost completely empty. I went backstage and changed back into normal clothes.
“Nicole, who was that last customer you had? He was so dreamy.” Cherry asked.
“One of the guys from the motorcycle club.”
“Did you get his number? I'd love to ride a piece of meat like him.”
“Sorry Cherry, I didn't.”
I decided to leave out the fact that I gave Ash my number. Cherry was beyond beautiful and this biker was going to be all mine. I said my goodbyes to everyone at the club and left for home.
—
I pulled up to the tiny blue townhouse that Jenny and I rented. It sat at the end of a row of houses that all looked exactly the same with bars on the windows. We weren't in the nicest area but rent was cheap and the landlord let us do whatever we wanted.
I opened the front door to discover Jenny sitting at the breakfast bar, nursing a glass of
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