“Oh yeah, Brooke, baby, take me over the edge.”
“Zay … den,” she starts, her lids fluttering as her body relaxes and her cunt tightens, fingers digging into my scalp, head thrown back into a coil of chocolate dark hair. I cup Brooke's ass tight as I slide into her, watching her expression change from bliss to beautiful anguish. Her orgasm kicks my butt straight to the curb, and I can't hold on a second longer, collapsing on top of her with a pretty ridiculous sounding grunt.
I sound like a fucking wildebeest or something.
But holy hell, it's hot. It's so hot. And I'm not done.
“Brooke,” I start as we both freeze at the sound of a knock on the door. We exchange a look as she shoves me off of her and stands up, fixing her tits and stumbling over to the door to open it a crack.
“Nigel,” she says as she leans out the crack. “What?”
The man outside yanks the door open and finds me stuffing my cock back into my slacks, a used condom tucked in my other hand. I know, it's gross, but what else am I gonna do with it? Leave it on the floor like some fucked up club customer? No thanks. I'll dispose of my own baby juice, alright?
“What the hell is going on back here?” Like he doesn't already know. I raise my eyebrow as I come up to the door and grab hold of it, pushing it open wider so I can stand there and give the short brunette dude a look. People seem to think because I smile and laugh all the time that I'm not really much of a threat. The thing is, I really am six three and I really do workout, sooooo … I can kind of kick a lot of people's asses.
“You're the manager?” I start as the guy gives me a weird look, eyeing my outfit like he's not from Humboldt County and hasn't seen this shit before. “You're the one trying to force Brooke into doing lap dances?”
“Zayden,” Brooke snaps at me, her brown eyes narrowed, but her breath still coming in panting flutters that mimic the movement of her muscles as she caressed and held my cock tight inside of her. I look at her for a minute and then turn back to the manager. “Don't,” Brooke warns, but I can't help it. I'm so … riled up right now.
“Brooke doesn't need this shitty fucking job or your bad fucking attitude.” I take a step forward, but notice the bouncer waiting in the hall behind the small man. Shit. That guy's a little, um, huge? Anyway, I don't plan on actually touching the manager. Punching the asshole dad at the mall was bad enough; I'm just lucky he didn't sustain any permanent injuries or I'd have the cops looking for me.
“I see,” the man says as he looks over at Brooke. “Is that the case? Are you done here? After I gave you a second chance?”
“I—” Brooke starts, but I'm reaching down and taking her wrist, pulling her into the hallway only to find the bouncer dude blocking us in.
“Uh,” I reach up and scratch at the purple stars on the side of my head. “Can you, like, move maybe?”
“Brooke,” the man asks as he peers around me. “Do you want to leave with this man?”
“I, uh,” she start and then nods her head in a decisive motion. “Yeah, yeah, I do.”
The bouncer gives her a long, studying look before he steps aside.
“If you leave right now, you're done here. You're fired,” the manager says from behind us. I pause there and turn to look down at Brooke, my hands shaking with emotion. I stuff them in my pockets to still them. She stares back up at me for a long moment, searching my face for something. I guess whatever she's looking for, she sees, turning back to look at the manager of the Top Hat Gentlemen's Club with pursed lips.
“Okay. I understand,” she says and then turns back to take my hand, dragging me down the hallway this time.
I have to go outside and come around the back to wait for her outside the dressing room, pacing in a tight line, raking my fingers through my hair as emotions war inside my chest.
I just took Brooke's job away. Because I'm a selfish dick.
“Ahhhh.” I drag my hands down my face and drop them at my sides. What if she … she might take this the wrong way or something. And it'll be all my fault. Why did I go charging in there like a bull in a china shop, messing up everything like I always do? “This is … this is not good.”
I kick a pebble with my purple Docs and suck in a deep breath, shoulders rising and falling with the motion.