Page 16 of Kayden: The Past
“Sure, babe, just come and get me.”
“Ten,” she said with a look of seriousness and want.
“Can I get another Jack and Coke?” I asked the female bartender. I didn’t see the sense in wasting a trip to the bar. Candy walked away, and I turned around, staring at the scene before my eyes. The dimly lit room was filled with smoke. The stage was illuminated in a blue hue to draw your attention. Two girls were each working separate sides of the stage, and girls were moving around the room giving lap dances to the fools willing to pay the extra price to get a hard-on with no payoff.
I stayed at the bar and polished off my drink while I waited for Candy. I didn’t want the guys to make Candy feel awkward or slutty by having to come and get me. My cock grew hard thinking about being inside her. We’d never have a relationship, but the flirting and innuendo for months had been driving me crazy.
I was tired this evening after working all day hustling for a sale, more mentally exhausted than physically. I wanted to crawl into the bottle of Jack and let it soak through my skin, taking all thoughts and memories with it.
“Ready?” Her voice startled me, dragging me from of my thoughts. “Sorry, you okay?” she asked.
“Never better. I’m always ready for some Candy.” I smiled. “Where do you want to go?”
“Backstage to the employee area, come on.” She motioned for me to follow her, and she approached the security guard standing at the door to the employee area. He smiled at her and looked me up and down before stepping out of the way. The hallway was shadowy with half-naked women walking around and bitching about the amount of tips they’d been given for the night. A knockout redhead caught my eye in passing. She was dressed in white lace with white stilettos. She looked up as I walked by, and our eyes locked. She looked familiar, but I couldn’t place her. Candy looked back and noticed my attention diverted away from her. “Kayden, are you coming?” No truer words had ever been spoken.
“Right behind you,” I said as I picked up the pace, not wanting to be left in the dust.
“Let me grab something out of my locker. Give me one second. Wait here.”
The redhead approached me with a look of curiosity. “Hey,” she said. “Don’t I know you?”
“I was just thinking the same thing.”
“I heard Candy call you Kayden. I think you know my boyfriend, Ron. I’ve heard him talking about a Kayden.” she asked.
Ron is one of my best friends. We spoke often, but he had disappeared recently, and now I knew why. He was keeping himself busy with the hot piece of ass in front of me. “Yeah, Ron and I are friends. I haven’t spoken to him in a couple of weeks. Tell him to give me a call when he has a chance. What’s your name?”
“My name is Danielle. I’ll tell him when I see him tonight. Nice meeting you, Kayden.” She said as Candy emerged from the locker room, and Danielle walked away quickly.
“What was that all about?” Candy asked, looking a bit jealous.
“We have a mutual friend, nothing else.” Candy grabbed my hand and opened a black door that could almost be missed if strolling through the hallway for the first time. I followed her into a bathroom, not exactly the location I thought we’d be going to this evening, but I was game for anything.
Candy pulled out a tiny vial from her pocket and twisted off the cap. I didn’t have to ask what it was as she placed a small amount on a metal stick and sniffed it. Her eyes rolled back slightly, and a look of calm and euphoria became visible across her face. “Want some?” she asked.
Nothing was more alluring at the moment than a bump of coke and Candy’s pussy. “Sure, thanks,” I said as she passed me the container and stick. I didn’t think twice or bat an eyelash. I scooped some out and inhaled it quickly.
I felt like my head was spinning as I let the cocaine fully penetrate my brain. I closed my eyes and let the coke and Jack mixture course through my system. The combination was exhilarating and made my heart pound feverishly in my chest. I felt hands against my neck and moving through the collar of my shirt, grabbing my shoulders.
All sensation in my body was amplified. It felt like more than one set of hands caressed my skin. I licked my lips and began to open my eyes as she placed her lips against mine. “I want you here and now, Kayden.”
“In the bathroom?” I asked. I mean, I’d fuck her anywhere, but I wanted to be sure she felt the same. I didn’t receive a verbal response, just that of her lips against mine, feverishly moving and trying to gain access to my tongue.
I responded, the cocaine taking full effect on my thoughts and feelings. I had energy that I hadn’t felt in a long time. I wanted to rock her world and fuck her right through the drywall. I wanted this to be at my pace and not hers. I grabbed her hair, making a fist, and pulled her face away from mine. She stared at me for a moment, confused. “I’m in charge, baby. Just enjoy the ride,” I said and kissed her. Her break couldn’t last very long, but I’d use every minute of it.
I tilted her head, giving me better access as I dipped my tongue inside her mouth. She tasted as sweet as her name, like cherry soda. I kissed her jaw, moving down her neck as I pulled down the straps of her lace fitted bra-like top and exposing her breasts. They were perky and petite and fit her frame perfectly. I bent down and placed my lips on her nipple as I used my hand to pull her body closer to mine. I drew her entire breast into my mouth, moving my tongue across the surface and flicking the hard pebble at the tip. I felt warmth on the outside of my pants as she rubbed my cock. She squeezed my cock, causing it to grow harder. I ached as my cock throbbed to be buried deep inside her, and I didn’t want to waste any more time kissing her.
Reaching down, I unbuttoned her cutoff jean shorts and pulled them down past her knees, making sure her panties went along for the journey south, too. Her movement was restricted by her shorts as I ran my hand up her leg to the inside of her thigh. I straightened my body, returning my lips to hers, and slid my fingers through her folds. She was wet and ready, and I couldn’t hold out any longer.
“Turn around,” I said, using my hands to help her turn her body. She complied and didn’t speak a word in protest. I could see her face in the mirror above the sink as she positioned her body, resting her weight on the sink. Her eyes looked slightly glassy from the coke she did earlier, and the look of anticipation on her face was clearly visible.
I unbuttoned my pants, and the sound of my zipper, Candy’s breathing, and the bass from the club music were the only audible noises in the room. I stroked my cock, pumping it, making sure it would be rock solid when I thrust inside her. I pulled the condom out of my pocket that I’d had waiting ever since Candy said yes to me. I opened it quickly, throwing the wrapper on the floor before rolling it over my cock. With my free hand, I trailed my fingertips down Candy’s back, making her skin break out in goose bumps.
With my cock still in my hand, I placed it against her opening, rubbing the tip through her wetness. It slid in easily as I moved my hand away from my shaft, allowing my cock to glide all the way inside. She moaned from the fullness, and I exhaled at the relief I felt being deep inside her. I gripped her hips with my hands and pumped in and out of her quickly. I dug my fingers into her skin, and her head went limp, falling forward. Her body bounced away from me every time my cock was fully seated inside her. I reached up with my right hand and gripped her hair, pulling her head back and stopping her body from moving away from my thrusts. In the mirror, I could see her tits bouncing from the motion, and her nipples were tight pink buds against her beautiful pale skin.
Her voluptuous ass stopped me from being buried as deep as I possibly could. I slowed my pace and stopped with my cock inside her. I used my shoe to pull her shorts down to the floor. “Step out of them, Candy,” I said to her as I held my foot against the cloth. She moved her legs one at a time and kept her body against the sink to help her balance on her stiletto heels. “Place your knee up on the sink. I want to be buried balls deep, baby,” I said in her ear.
She placed her knee on the white porcelain ledge, spreading her legs wider. I gripped her foot and began to move faster, chasing the release I wanted and needed at this point. The high from the cocaine was fading, and I didn’t have time to waste. I heard cracking but didn’t pay any attention as I thrust inside her. I watched her facial expressions, the ecstasy noticeable—her open mouth and eyes rolled back into her head.
