The Logan Brothers - Books 1-4 (EXPOSURE, CRASH, TWIN PASSIONS, and ADDICTED TO YOU!)

Chapter 26





My time with Mrs Jones was becoming increasingly talky. To put it another way, we spent a lot of time talking and less time actually 'performing' and dancing.

“It gets  to a point where you know all you need Alice, and then instinct  takes over,” she told me when I pressed her on the issue. “You're  there now, you don't need to learn any more physical moves. That  part will take care ofitself.”

She'd taken to asking me how I  felt about everything, and continued to try to instill in me this  desire to perform, this need to break further out of my shell and  explore my sexuality to its fullest extent. She would always talk  about my body as being a gift, a powerful tool to use to make men  quiver, to run their wallets dry.

The more time I spent with her,  the more I was indoctrinated to her teachings, to her philosophies.  She taught me to enjoy the process, to throw myself into every  performance. What had once shred my nerves now enlivened my senses.

I began to relish the prospect  of undressing for a man, of seeing him lose his cool and empty his  wallet into my thong. Sometimes my tips would outweigh the money  Kyle was officially paying me for the job. It struck me how in such  a short space of time I'd gone from being destitute to falling to  sleep at night, my high heart rate and anxiety no longer a problem,  my bank account swelling by the week.

I'd taken to sitting by the  phone, constantly glancing at it in the hope that it would ring,  that I'd be sent off on another job. The thrill was unbeatable, the  feeling of sexual liberation I felt infiltrating me completely.

And then there was Kyle. As I'd  expected, he'd never called me, never got in touch. If ever I was  given a job it was via a middleman, a messenger. I hoped every time  I stepped into the car that he'd be behind the wheel, watching over  me, keeping me safe. I wanted him to care, wanted him to be there.  But he never was - the window was always down, the driver always  visible. It was never him.

It was coming to the end of  term when Tess was nominated to plan a party for the people on our  course. It wasn't anything official, but that was college - any  excuse for a party. She, of course, enlisted me to help her out.

It surprised me how she'd  barely spoken about that night down at the club. I thought she'd  really push it further but she hadn't. She'd only asked me about  things in passing and never dwelt on it all. Perhaps it had finally  sunk in that I didn't want that side of my life mixing with my life  at college.

She planned for the party to  take place at the main social room of our halls, filling the large  space with decorations and ordering in enough alcohol to fill a fuel  tanker. Her seemingly bottomless credit card must have taken a real  hit, but I helped to share the burden with my newfound ability to  actually pay for things. Giving her a few hundred dollars for a  party was something that would have been laughably inappropriate -  nay impossible - only a few months ago. Now it barely made a scratch  on my bank account.

What started as a party for our  classmates quickly escalated into a free-for-all. I suspected as  much might happen, what with the party being held in our halls. As  people stumbled upon it they couldn't help but sneak in for a cup of  free punch. Soon half the campus had descended upon us.

I didn't care. In fact, I was  happy for it. A lot of our classmates were boring as sin. At least,  that's how I saw them now. It occurred to me that I'd actually quite  liked them before I started dancing. I guess it was me who'dchanged, not them.

I saw Tess' eyes linger on Tom  as he turned up. I knew her disinterest in him wouldn't last long,  and so it had turned out. “I thought you didn't like him anymore,”  I said as she followed him across the room with her eyes.

“What - oh  him, God no, I was looking at someone else.”

I laughed. “Sure.”

“All  right, fine. He's f*cking hot, OK. He may be an idiot, but that's  not gonna change. Nothing wrong with a bit of window shopping.”

I giggled as she stormed off to  refill her cup. I swear, nothing was ever normal or easy with her.  Always a drama of some kind. It had been like that since we were  kids, mainly about boys. She was always the first - the first tokiss a boy, the first to go to second base, third base, hell, all of  the bases. Sure, I was the first to strip for money, but I imagine  she'd probably done so as an amateur many times before!

It took until the end of the  evening for Tess to finally pluck up the courage to talk to Tom. She  was so vivacious and confident with everyone else - but with him,  she always seemed to close up, retreat a little bit into her shell.  That's how I knew she liked him a lot - it's what she always did  when she liked someone.

I saw her flirting with him  from across the room, the alcohol in her body providing ample  lubrication for her words to slip from her tongue. I saw her gesture  over to me as she spoke, with Tom's expression going wide with  surprise. It always unsettled me when I knew someone else was  talking about me, especially now.

“After-party  time!” Tess said as she stumbled towards me, leaving Tom behind  her. I could see him excitedly shuffle off through the thinning  crowd to find his mates.

I kinda liked the sound of it -  an after-party.

“Where?”

“Tom's  frat house babe! We've been invited into the lions den!”

I dreaded to think of what went  down in there. “He invited us to his frat house?”

“Yeah,”  she said hurriedly, “come on, let's go.”

I hesitated slightly at the  thought. Tom's frat house was notorious for specializing in a  particular type of after-party - the type that I wasn't so keen on.  Yeah, I was a stripper, but that's where I drew the line.

I couldn't say no to Tess'  begging expression, though, her eyes yearning for me to say yes.  “Fine, but if it gets weird I'm off!”

A smile cracked across her  face. “I'm counting on it,” she said naughtily.

....

Tom's frat house was as I'd  expected it to be: large, luxurious, and filled with dicks. We sat  around in the main living room on old armchairs, a fire blazing in a  centerpiece fireplace, several girls draped over guys' laps. I could  feel where this was going, and I wanted no part in it.

“When are  they getting here Tess?” It seemed Tom had finally learned her  name.

Tess looked over at me as if  she'd done something wrong. “Any time now.”

“What's  going on,” I whispered to her as she sat on the arm of my chair.  “Who's coming?”

Her face screwed up as it  always did when she'd been naughty. “Babe, you're gonna hate me  for this, but...”

Before she could finish her  sentence there was a loud knock at the door and Tom looked up  excitedly. “Tess,” he said, nodding her towards the entrance.

Tess glanced  at me sorrily before pouncing towards the door. What  the hell was she up to.

She opened it up and my heart  dropped in anger as Tatiana walked through it, flanked by a couple  of the other girls from the club that I didn't know. They walked in  with large coats on as the guys began to whoop and cheer.

“Hello  boys,” said Tatiana, throwing a wink in my direction as she flung  her coat to the floor to reveal a sexy nurses outfit.

I looked in fury at Tess as she  crept back into the room behind them, mouthing 'sorry' to me as she  did. The other two girls discarded their coats as well to reveal  their own sexy gimmicky outfits, perfect for this bunch of hooting  monkeys.

I had to get out of there. This  was way too close for comfort.

I stood quickly as Tatiana  launched into her routine, the guys all roaring and high-fiving each  other as they scrambled for their wallets and drew out notes. I  walked round the back of my chair, doubting my sudden disappearance would be noticed, when the commotion suddenly stopped and Tatiana's  voice carried across the room to my ears.

“You not  going to join us Alice?” I turned to look at her, her mouth curled  into a conniving grin. “How about you show your friends what  you've been learning?”

Every eye turned on me, wide  and unblinking, mouths falling open. Tom spoke first, his words  spilling out in amazement. “Alice, are you - are you a stripper?!”

I could see the smile widen on  Tatiana's face as I stood there, dumbstruck and unable to reply,  unwilling to reply.

“Oh, did  they not know Alice. I am sorry.”

I turned quickly before they  saw my tears and ran from the house into the cold, my breath quickly  engulfing the freezing air. I could hear Tess behind me calling my  name but ignored her, her voice fading with every step.

I ran and ran, the alcohol  heightening my emotions and forcing the tears from my eyes, warm  against my cold cheeks. I stopped under a bridge, shaded from the  fierce breeze, and sunk to my knees, my weeping uncontrollable.

My world had been broken, the  facade I was holding up crushed. My two lives had suddenly come  crashing together as one, my secret life as a stripper revealed to  the most untrustworthy and shallow people on the entire campus. I knew it wouldn't be long before the whole f*cking college knew, and  it was all Tess' fault.

I heard her voice once more  growing close as her silhouette appeared against the night sky in  the distance, following after me. I stood and look on as she  approached, her face swollen in guilt, her breathing heavy as she  slowed in front of me.

“Alice,  I'm so sorry....I had no idea that would happen.”

I said nothing. I just stared  at her in anger.

“I just  wanted Tom to like me, I thought that would work. I never thought  Tatiana would bring you into it. I'm sorry, I didn't think...”

“That's  just it isn't it Tess.” My voice was scathing, boiling over. “You  never f*cking think, not unless it's about you. Do you have any idea  what you've done. I could get chucked out of college when people  find out about this.”

The gravity of what she'd done  dawned on her, her voice growing in remorse as she continued to  apologize. “It's OK, I'll go back, I'll tell them not to say  anything, not to tell anyone.”

“You think  they'll listen, you think they'll give a shit. They're all as  f*cking selfish as you.” I threw the words at her violently,  hoping to inflict damage.

“You've  ruined everything Tess, everything,” I continued. “Thanks -  you're such a great friend.”

With that I turned from her and  carried on walking away, hearing her sobbing behind me and calling  for me to come back. I didn't stop. I didn't turn. I kept walking,  not knowing where my feet would take me.





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