Page 50 of Kayden: The Past
The guys looked like kids in a candy store. There was so much going on around us, and these guys didn’t look like the type who actually had the chance to bang a stripper. They could only stare at them and stuff dollar bills into their panties. I’d had my share of strippers and knew they weren’t as glamorous as they looked on the stage. They were a fucking train wreck wrapped in a pretty package. Tom, John, and Mark could never land a stripper. It wasn’t that they didn’t have the looks, but they just didn’t have the “it” factor. They were frumpy, lacked any kind of skills when it came to women, and they lacked confidence. Fuck, they lacked everything that could draw a woman in besides a wallet full of money.
The bar was on the other side of the room, but I could see Carrie perfectly through the haze of pink lights and people. She sat on a barstool wearing a short skirt and open-back top. She sat sideways on the chair with her back clearly visible, along with the side of her face. She had long curly brown hair and a bunch of it. I thought about putting my fingers in her hair and grabbing hold of her while I fucked her, bumping her ass and causing her body to move from the impact. Her top was white and almost sheer. Her legs were killer with black dagger heels that screamed to be held. I didn’t know where I wanted to put my hands on this girl first. She laughed and tossed her head back, and my cock grew hard wanting to see her on top of me in the same position, her head tipped back, naked, and happy.
I shifted my shoulders and stood up straight—I wanted maximum impact when she laid eyes on me. I couldn’t understand what a girl as hot as her would be doing on a site like Fuckbook, but then again, what the fuck was I doing on Fuckbook? We all had our reasons for the choices we made or the types of relationships we sought. I couldn’t judge her on her choices or her actions. I walked toward her slowly, trying to seem casual. I looked around the room like I hadn’t spotted her yet until I was practically right in front of her.
“Kayden?” she said as she looked me up and down.
I smiled and gave her the same once-over, although I had already done that from across the room. “Yes. Carrie, I presume,” I said as I held out my hand, looking for hers in return. She slid her fingers into my palm, and I closed my fingers around them. Her fingernails were long and red and neatly manicured. I lifted her hand to my mouth and turned it at the last moment to kiss her wrist. It was such a sensual spot. I looked up at her, and she had a glimmer in her eye. I knew instantly she’d be perfect for the type of arrangement I wanted.
“These are my friends, Samantha and Kelly.” Samantha was a brunette with thin, straight hair, a plain face, and simple clothes. Kelly had a little more going on with blond hair, huge tits, big green eyes, and clothes that looked like they were painted on. Samantha was more the type that would go for one of my friends, but I think she had more class than the guys had in their pinky fingers.
“This is Tom, Mark, and John.” I pointed to them lined up at the bar all ordering drinks. “Want to get a table?” I asked.
“We’d love to.” They grabbed their drinks and moved off their barstools. I never could understand how women walked in those fucking shoes, but they did crazy things to my cock. “Just so you know, Samantha doesn’t like guys. She didn’t want to give the wrong impression to your friends.” Kind of made sense to me, but I would have thought she would have gone the extra mile when getting ready in a room filled with opportunity for her.
“No problem. I’ll pass on the word to the guys that she’s not interested.” I gestured with my hand for Carrie to walk ahead. I wanted her to pick the location, and I wanted to watch her ass jiggle as she walked. It had a bounce, and I fucking loved it. Not the bounce of extra pounds, but the idea of some junk in the trunk, something to hold on to while my cock was buried inside her. “Do you and she…?” I whispered in her ear.
“Fuck no, I’m all about the cock, baby. Now Sam and Kelly…they’re another story.” She laughed. I wouldn’t mind a front row seat at that show while Kelly sucked my cock, but I didn’t feel like a group party, at least not tonight.
Carrie sat down, and I took the seat next to her while everyone else sat guys vs. girls at the table. I could see it wasn’t a night for the group to commingle, but for everyone else to watch the ladies shake their shit on stage.
“Drink?” a waitress asked. They didn’t waste any time, and the more liquor in the system, the quicker the money flowed out of your pocket and into the hands of the girls at the club. I knew the game, having been immersed in the scene back in the day.
“First round’s on me. I’ll take a beer, please. Ladies?” I asked Sam and Kelly across the table. They both smiled and placed their drink orders.
“Fuck, we already bought ours,” Tom complained.
“Just order a damn drink. You’ll finish those before she makes it back.” I swear, sometimes their brains didn’t function. A room full of pussy and it all turned to mush.
I turned my attention back to Carrie. Her legs were crossed, and her body faced me, leaning forward slightly. Her body language had a whole lot to say even though her mouth said nothing. She rubbed her legs together and nudged my knee a couple times, trying to find any reason to touch me.
“What’s your story, Carrie?” My curiosity was piqued. What the fuck was her deal? Why was she here and not home with a boyfriend at her side?
“I’m in school and don’t have the time or want the hassle of a boyfriend.” She ran her fingers down the valley of her breasts, and my eyes watched her nails leave goose bumps across her skin.
“So, just no time? You want the pleasure without the bullshit?”
“Yes, I need time to study. I’m on a scholarship and can’t fuck it up. I had a boyfriend freshman year and almost flunked out. No cock is going to ruin my future.”
“Do you do this a lot? Troll Fuckbook looking for cock?” I rubbed my goatee and watched her face carefully. I looked for any telltale signs of lying.
“No, I hooked up with someone a year ago on that site. We met up a couple of times a month. Neither of us wanted a relationship, just sex. He moved away after he was done with school. I’m on the prowl for fresh meat, and you just happened to show up on my recommendations.” Not a blink or fidget as she spoke. “Is it something you do often?”
“Fuckbook? Nope, you’re the first person I’ve met off there. Have I met someone off the internet? Yes. I dated someone I found from high school on there. Total fucking disaster. I just need someone to blow off some steam with. I want to have fun without the heart and bullshit.”
“Dance?” A girl tapped me on the shoulder, and I turned. Her tits were right in my face.
“That’s up to the lady,” I said, looking toward Carrie.
“Sure, I’d like to watch.” She leaned back in her seat and smiled.
I grabbed a fifty out of my wallet and handed it to the buxom blonde. “You dance for her. I’ll be the one watching.”
Carrie didn’t miss a beat or look shocked. “Gotcha, buddy. Whatever you want. I’m Angel, by the way.”
“Just grind on her, honey, make her wet,” I said. Angel moved Carrie’s knees apart, putting her feet flat on the floor. Angel placed her knee between Carrie’s legs, prying them apart just enough to fit her leg in between. She placed her knee in Carrie’s crotch, making contact. She rubbed her tits in her face and against Carrie’s chest. She grinded and rubbed everything against her.
When a guy got a lap dance, the contact was minimal and more about a good show. If they were naked right now, I’d swear to fucking God they were fucking. It was erotic, and Carrie, for all her cock talk, seemed to be interested and turned on. Angel turned around and bent over with her pussy practically in Carrie’s face. She grabbed Angel’s ass and smacked it. It was the best fully clothed porn I’d seen in ages. My cock grew hard and ached to be inside Carrie or any hot piece of ass at the moment. I’d fuck Angel in the bathroom right now if Carrie wasn’t game. The lap dance was slow and sensual, not filled with fervor but a slow, lust-filled assault on the senses. Before Angel walked away, she leaned down and placed a very passionate kiss on Carrie’s lips. I watched as Carrie leaned into her, almost craving the touch and passion. I had her right where I wanted her.
