Page 4 of Pink Poison

“Why are you two being quiet up there?” I ask, breaking the silence in the truck.

Stone flips me off from over his head, letting me know he’s just not in the mood for conversation. I wait for my best friend to address me, but his answer doesn’t come. I watch his hands tighten over the steering wheel as we get closer to the shitty building that houses all the hottest strippers in the city.

Shaking my head, I pull out my almost empty pack of Marlboro Reds, knocking one loose to fit between my lips. I pat my sides loudly in search of my cheap lighter, triggering Jameson to grab one of his from the center console. “Don’t fucking steal this one.”

I take the lighter, striking the wheel twice to get a weak flame out of it. “No one would steal this shitty lighter,” I mumble. Lighting the end of my cigarette, I inhale deeply and let the nicotine-filled smoke sit in my lungs for a moment before exhaling.

“You’d steal it,” he snorts, pulling into Mo’s dirt-filled parking lot. “Hop out, Stone. I need to talk to Mack.”

Without a word, Stone pushes the rusty door open and drops out from the passenger seat. I cringe as the door cracks with the resounding slam, sealing Jameson and me together. “What crawled up your ass, Jamie?” I dash the ash from the cigarette on the truck’s floor.

“There’s something you should know before we get in there.” I narrow on his hands again as they white-knuckle against the wheel. “There’s someone working here that you aren’t gonna wanna see,” he warns.

Seriously?That’swhat he’s worried about? Jesus fucking Christ. I thought it was something important, not some bitch I used to fuck. “Idon’t give a shit. I’m here to have tits in my face, not to make conversation with the person behind them.” I laugh, pushing the seat forward to open the door back up.

The crew walks in Mo’s towards their usual spot by the stage with Stone, all hollering and shouting their excitement. A flash of red hair behind the bar catches my attention, driving my need for another drink.

Preferably something strong and with a red-haired chaser.

Walking towards the dimly lit bar, I knock on the smooth wood counter. “I’ll be with ya in one minute, hot stuff,” a sweet voice replies, stirring my dick in the process.

“Take your time, red,” I say distractedly. She can take as long as she wants if it means I get to enjoy the view of her round ass and the tiny red thong that disappears between her cheeks.

A groan grates against my throat when the woman turns around, revealing her uncovered breasts. Saliva pools under my tongue as she gives me a little bounce, making her dusty pink peaks harden. “What can I get you…” She snaps her sultry, green eyes at my cut. “Mack? Like the truck?”

“I’ll take a Jack and Coke, and yeah, something like that.” I thumb my bottom lip as she bends over the well and grabs the bottle of whiskey I requested.

“Like what you see, Mack?” she flirts, shimmying her shoulders.

Grabbing my thickening dick over my jeans, I squeeze hard, willing the appendage down. “More like I love what I—”

A ridiculous display of flashing pink lights cuts me off.

“Next on stage—who you fine gentlemen in suits have requested to see all damn night— Bimbo Barbie!” the DJ announces.

Toxicby Britney Spears blares from the speakers, shaking the bar and tables. Turning away from the bar, my mouth falls against my will.Holy shit.A woman with pencil straight, light blonde hair, clad in nothing but a sheer, bright pink babydoll and matching, tall heels struts on the stage. My drink is easily forgotten as I palm my rapidly growing boner, drawing away from the bar to see more of her.

The closer I get, the easier it is to see her blue eyes shimmer when the strobe lights hit her face. Fuck. She’s drop dead gorgeous. Lowering to her knees, she crawls on all fours along the stage, giving everyone an easy view of her mouth watering tits. They’re huge,and realgiven the way they are swaying from side to side.Goddamn.I’ve never appreciated boobs more than I have right now.

Her eyes flit to the men wearing suits at the end of her stage. She licks her hot pink-painted lips seductively, eliciting a roar from the crowd. Pausing at the end of the stage, she sits back on her heels and teases the hem of her lingerie. Slowly, so fucking slowly, she spreads her knees, flashing her barely covered pussy. My brothers crow and whistle, demanding that she take her clothes off.Fuck. I can’t lie, I want her to take everything off, too.

Precum beads at the head of my cock as she gives a flirty wink before whipping the flimsy cloth from her body, leaving her in the tiny thong. I walk closer to my crew and the suits, needing to see the vixen who will inevitably be bouncing her perfect tits in my face once she’s off shift.

“Take it all off, Stevie!” one of the suits yells, sounding more than familiar.

The haze of lust clears as I recognize the entire table from my father’s business dealings.

What the fuck are they doing here?

“Come on, baby. Daddy wouldn’t pay for college, but I will,” another howls, throwing a stack of cash at the woman who ignores it as she continues her routine on the floor.

I pull my eyes back to the dancer as she stands to her full height with her back facing the audience. Her hair whips side to side, revealing a birthmark I know too well. One I’ve memorized for years, burned into my brain, chased in my dreams.

Stephanie.

My hands move without thought, extracting my phone from my vest. Sliding my fingers over the screen, I click my camera and change it to video. Raising my arms enough to get a clear image, I thumb the red record button, ensuring that I captureallof myfucking stepsisteras she rakes in money from the crowd. Red seeps through my vision as her dance comes to an end, releasing her from the music to gather the bills along the stage. Her glittery hand shimmers under the dimmed lights with each handful, driving me to push the suits out of my way to reach her.

“Looks like the whore daughter doesn’t fall far from the slut mother,” I spit, holding my phone to her face. My cock throbs as her eyes immediately snap to mine, wide with fear. I can almost taste her tears before they even fall, smearing a thick layer of mascara under her eyes.

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