Page 69 of Hell & Back

The sound of the door opening drew his attention to the attractive dancer entering the room. She quietly closed the door behind her, not needing to lock it because it automatically locked. A momentary frown appeared at seeing it was him before it quickly disappeared. Sherry was one of the dancers who’d been here the longest and she knew the ins and outs of Bottom’s Up. She knew what happened at the strip club, stayed there, especially if it happened in a VIP room. Her dark hair was piled on top of her head and she was dressed in a soft pink silk robe with a belt that cinched around her waist. The high heels she was wearing matched the robe and highlighted her long, slim legs. Her eyes were still done up from her last dance, and the lip gloss on her bright pink lips shone in the low light like a beacon. He’d fucked her in the past, on more than one occasion. Given their past, he didn’t have to worry about Kylie finding out about what was about to happen.

“Hey, Darren. Haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Yeah. It’s been a while.”

“Lisa said you wanted me?”

Lisa. That was the waitress’s name.

“Yeah. I need you to do something for me.”

“Sure. Anything you want.” She sank her teeth into her bottom lip and looked up at him through her lashes.

“Drop to your knees and suck me off.” His voice sounded gravelly and strained.

“Really?” Although she would normally expect whoever was waiting for her in the VIP room would want to have sex, she still felt the need to clarify his request.

“Yeah.”

“Are you sure? I thought you were with someone now.”

“Are you gonna suck my cock or not?” His patience was wearing thin and what little control he had over himself was quickly slipping. If she didn’t want things to get rough, she needed to drop to her knees and get to sucking.

“Of course. You know I love sucking your big, hard cock.”

His shaking hands went to his zipper, the sound of it being drawn down loud in the room. “Just wanna make sure you know that what happens here, stays here. If I ever find out you told anyone, you’re out of here. Understand?” See, his control was almost gone. He normally didn’t talk to the Bottom’s Up women like this, threatening their job.

“Yeah.” Her smile faltered. “I got it.”

Reaching into his jeans, he pulled out his cock. The feel of the fabric brushing against his super sensitive skin had him gritting his teeth. He pointed it her direction and a drop of fluid leaked out. He glanced at Sherry and if he wasn’t so fucked up he could have come in his hand the way she licked her lips. The deep breath he took was almost as shaky as his hands. Fuck. “Take your clothes off.”

Her hands drifted to the belt and worked the knot loose, letting it skim down her body to pool at her feet on the floor. Her eyes never left his cock.

“Knees,” he growled again. His hands fell away from his cock as her small soft hands replaced his. “Fuck me,” his head dropped back on a sigh at the first feel of her tongue swiping the underside of his cock. It felt like heaven. He reached out with one hand and cupped the back of her head, focusing on the way she worked her magical tongue up and down his cock.

He didn’t think he would last long and he hoped to God he didn’t. He wanted to get off so badly, his knees almost went out beneath him as he felt her tongue work around the tip of his dick. She licked away the fluid and hummed her approval around his cock. He felt the vibration all the way to his balls. Speaking of which, one of her hands left his throbbing dick and cupped his balls, gently kneading them at the same time her mouth slid down to the base of his cock. He felt her throat swallow around him right before she pulled back. His hand tightened in her hair, helping her move up and down his length the way he needed. It felt fucking amazing. No matter how he worked himself with his hand, he never got the same feeling or release as when he was buried inside a woman.

He watched her ample tits bounce with each of his thrusts, going deeper each time. He reached down and pinched one of her nipples. She groaned around his dick and worked him faster. The guilt he felt for even coming here and for getting a blowjob from Sherry quickly faded as her mouth worked its magic. The more his mind shut off and his body took over, desperately reaching for a release, the closer he came to finding it. His gaze dropped to where her hand worked her pussy with her fingers. It appeared the more excited he got, the more excited she was getting. The scream he felt around his cock as she came pushed his release over the edge. He threw his head back and roared through clenched teeth, the muscles in his legs and lower stomach tensing to the point of pain. He came long and hard just like the fucking drug intended. His chest heaved as he slowlypulled himself from her mouth. He’d come so hard, she’d been unable to swallow all of him down. She wiped at the edges of her mouth and then swiped the back of her hand across her chin where some of his cum escaped.

He shoved his still semi-hard cock back in his jeans and zipped up. He offered his hand and helped her to her feet, then bent to retrieve her robe and handed it to her. She had a satisfied smile on her face that he wasn’t entirely sure had to do with him. He pulled a one-hundred-dollar bill from his pocket and handed it to her. “Remember, no one knows we were in here. Got it?”

She nodded her head. “Yes. I got it.”

He started for the door when she added, “If you ever need me to suck you off again or need someone to fuck, just let me know.”

He slipped out the door without responding. The guilt immediately crashed down around him. He exited down the back stairs and out the back door as fast as his feet could carry him. The plans for the rest of his evening consisted of going back to the clubhouse, grabbing a bottle of something strong and taking a shower, then passing out if the good lord was willing.

He hopped on his bike and cranked it up. Backing out and aiming for the parking lot exit, he wondered if this was what his life had become. Living for the next orgasm just so he wouldn’t feel the pain anymore? The sad thing was it might help with the physical pain temporarily but it didn’t begin to touch the pain in his chest that haunted him afterward.

14

DARREN

The pounding on Darren’s door matched the pounding in his head. He really should have stopped at half a bottle of Crown last night, but he hadn’t been close to passing out yet. Someone was yelling through the door and if they didn’t move away from it soon he was going to throw something at it.

“Darren? Get your ass up! We have church in thirty minutes!”

That’s it. He reached blindly to the floor, came in contact with his boot and sent it sailing toward the door. It landed with a loud thud. The sound of laughter had him reaching for the other boot until he heard the chuckling bastard disappearing down the hall. Fucking Jed. If he hadn’t made such a racket, Darren could still be sleeping. It was the only thing that kept him half way sane. The more time he spent asleep the less time he had to think about the state of his dick. And he was soooo tired of his dick ruling his life. He hadn’t been this horny since he wasa teenager. If that fucker Crockett hadn’t decided to mix EZ Lay with something else he wouldn’t be in this mess.

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