Page 55 of Taming the Bear
Testing out the new strippers used to be one of my favorite perks of this job. That changed the day I met Chantal. Now all I want to do is push this fly off of my lap and go back to my girl to fuck her in the shower.
My hands grab ahold of this fly on my lap and I’m just about to push her off of me before she flies off. My brain is slow moving due to the weed I just smoked in order to relax, but I see what happened.
My pink haired fireball had done it again.
“You fucking bitch!” Chantal growls at the fly and has her shoulders in her hands while she pulls her to the ground. “You guys just can’t stop, can you? You don’t realize that he doesn’t want your nasty ass pussy rubbing against him? Maybe you should go find someone that likes loose pussy!”
My mouth drops agape while I watch Chantal slap this new stripper in the face. I can’t believe that she’s beating the shit out of her and she doesn’t realize that it’s just a perk of my job.
Or used to be.
I jump to action and jump off my seat to wrap my arms around her waist to pull her off the fly. “Chantal! Baby! It’s okay.”
I know when the fight has left her because her body turns limp in my arms. The fight that was in her had disappeared and now I’m faced with a new emotion that I’m not used to seeing in women. She’s crying.
“Baby? What’s wrong?” I ask her limp form.
Just then, she jumps out of my arms and runs for the door to leave the clubhouse. Fuck me! Does she really think that I’m going to let her walk away after what she just did? It’s obvious that she must have felt something for me and it’s not because I’m paying her to do a job, either.
I can hear the car starting outside of the clubhouse and I look around at everyone that is just standing there watching us. They are enjoying this and I know this because the radio has been turned off and everyone is watching. “Well, uh. Fuck!” I howl out loud and run after her.
She’s starting the car by the time I get to her and I jump in front of it so she can’t drive off. Her eyes are red with tears and emotions that I don’t think she believed she felt for me. I hunch my body over the car and set my hands on the hood to keep her from driving away.
If she leaves here, so much shit could go wrong. It has little to do with the fact that she knows the secrets with the club and everything to do with the fact that I’m actually starting to have feelings for her. I don’t know if it will do anything or if she’s even wanting to be with a dirty biker who sells drugs and guns all along the Mississippi River.
But, I’m about to find out.
Chantal’s still in park but I see the lights change behind her car to show me that she’s switched it to Drive. The blaring of her horn makes me jump and I glare at her daring her to come out of the car. “Come on, Chantal! Get the fuck out of the car!” I yell loud enough so she can hear me.
She lays on her horn and flips me off with both of her fingers. When I don’t move, she guns the engine to make it rev and try to scare me. I still don’t move. If she was going to fucking run me over, she would have done it already.
“God damn it! Get the fuck out of the fucking car!” I yell out loud.
I know that she’s not getting out because of a pride issue but when she throws it in park, I know that I have got her where I want her to submit to me. Slowly, I walk around the front of the car until I’m at the driver’s side window and I knock on the window to get her to roll it down.
“Come on, Chantal. I’m not playing games anymore. Open the damn window. You didn’t see what you think you saw.”
That gets her to open the window and her eyes are glowing red from her crying and frustration. “What the fuck do you mean? I don’t know what kind of shit you do here, but I’m not going to give myself to a man that is nailing all of those whores. I’m not doing it.”
My eyes widen while I listen to her exasperated tone and she has her chin in the air to tell me she’s not going to listen to what I have to say. “As president, I have to make sure that the new strippers are suitable. I don’t give a shit about loose pussy not when I have you.”
That makes Chantal lower her chin and then look at me. “I don’t believe you. I let you have sex with me without a condom a few times. I’m not sleeping with anyone else but… You! You are probably fucking everyone. I can’t believe this.”
I reach in the window and grab her chin to make her focus on me. She needs to look me in the eyes and hear what I’m saying. When our eyes clash, I see her resolve fade and know that I got her paying attention to me. “Baby, I don’t know what the fuck Britney told you, but I’m not fucking every pussy that sits on my lap. My dick would fall off. I don’t want a bunch of girls that have been handed around the club trying to get to me. I don’t care about the quantity of pussy I get.”
“Why do you even want to fuck me? Is it because I’m sleeping in your bed and I’m a convenience fuck? One of those women that you have sleeping in your bed but you fuck everyone else? Is that what it is?”
I’m totally surprised that she’s acting like this and it’s making me pissed off that she’s being so childish. “Look, you’re not one of the bitches that gets handed around the club. That’s why I’m attracted to you. Will you get out of the fucking car and come talk to me?”
I’m pissed off at myself that I’m begging her to come out of the car to come back inside so we can talk about everything. Why am I so twisted over her where I feel like I have to bend over backwards for her?
God damn it. Why the hell am I even worrying about her? There’s a bunch of women out there for me but I want this one. I want this pink haired goddess who is stressing me out more than I can believe but I want her. I don’t want anyone else but her. Somehow… Chantal weaseled her way into my life and now… I can’t imagine her not in my life anymore.
Her hands turn the keys in her ignition and then she pulls them out of it. I see her debate what she wants to do and I can’t help but want to grab her by the hair and pull her out. This is getting fucking annoying and I’m wanting her even more.
Why is the chase so desirable?
Chantal opens the door to her car and then slides out of the driver’s seat. Once she’s standing in front of me, I grab her waist and pull her into my body. I allow the bigness of my body to shield her from everything that could hurt her and breathe in her minty shampoo. I let the big breath expand my chest and I know that she does the same as well because she gulps in air as well.
