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“I don’t care about your relationship. I’ll fuck you both, and you will never hear from me again. I just want a good time. Don’t you?”
We drink, dance, flirt, and touch until none of us can wait anymore. I leave with them.
I’m not picky. Pleasure is pleasure.
I look back at him with a smirk. “I’ve already made her come once, better catch up.”
“You don’t have to be gentle. I’m not your girlfriend. Just fuck me,”
No, he fucks me like a stranger—hard, fast, and dirty.
and her fake boobs press against the fabric—a gift from her first husband.
Her ex-husband is selling it, though she tries to claim that isn’t why we are moving. No, apparently I’m the reason.
As soon as I make enough money—which I estimated would be in six months—I am out.
Audition tomorrow night, 9PM. Bring your own outfit. Shake what your momma gave you and impress us. —The girls
It’s even bigger than the last house. I wonder who she had to fuck to get it,
I see the flicker of annoyance at the word sons. Ah, I’m betting mother dearest didn’t know about them and she doesn’t like it one bit.
I whistle and turn to her. “Good pick. He seems nice, lots of money, but three kids.” I shake my head. “Getting sloppy, the money will go to them.”
The house has eighteen bedrooms. Eighteen.
The third door I open is another bedroom, clearly belonging to the last son. There are easels, spray cans, and everything you need for art in one corner
I’m a burlesque dancer. Stage name... Darling.
Meredith has another thing coming if she thinks this city is going to change my attitude and life. If anything, I can tell it’s only going to get worse.
They said they weren’t looking for another headliner, but they made me one anyway.
“I’m happy with getting orgasms from strangers.”
“One day, Blair Bear, you’ll find someone who makes you rethink that decision.
“It would take a hell of a man to make me settle down and keep me occupied... Hell, maybe even more than one man,”
The table is occupied by three men. Usually I don’t notice people beyond their location in my dance, but for a moment, my heart skips and I miss a beat before I recover with an extra twirl. They are beautiful. From what I can see in the dim lighting, they are young, maybe a year older than me, and all kinds of dark and sexy. Their eyes are locked on me and my every move.
One’s dark gaze is filled with a promise as it roams down me in an unmistakable way. Another’s flirty eyes touch everywhere they look. The third man, with light irises, is grinning at me.
and in his hand, he holds a rose.
He extends the rose to me with a smile, and I hear the others starting to leave the stage, so with a wink, I accept
His fingers brush along mine, rough and purposeful as I take it.
and I’m dancing with the man I selected to fuck when I first walked in.
I wink at Faye who is dancing with his friend.
while I’m consuming a breakfast sandwich we made the taxi driver stop for. He has his own on the front seat—bribery at its finest.
“If you want something good to look at, there are three hotties in the corner booth.
They are also the three men from the show last night.
“They were watching me dance last night.” “Of course they were,” she says with a sigh. “You always get the best ones,” she grumbles.
but then he makes a cow noise again, and, well, I lose my shit.
“She’s a clumsy cow. You, on the other hand—” “Oh shit,” I hear Faye curse as I grab the back of his head and smash his face into the table—twice
Turning, I spot Rey next to Faye with his bat in his hand,
I really can’t get arrested again.
Meredith and Money Bags must be out again,
I need to get laid tonight. Preferably by someone with abs like that so I can lick, scratch, and ride.
If one of them looks like a runway model, what do the others look like?
or, more accurately, don’t fuck where you eat.
doodling on a napkin. I snort at the image. It’s a rough drawing of the dancer from the club last night,
We all took a bet to see if we could get into her pants, but she disappeared
She had a tight little body, all curves and muscle. All the better to fuck.
He’s started to zone out more and more, usually when he draws or paints, but recently he’s been doing it when we go out.
If it isn’t ours, whose is it? Bray grabs a bat,
But the woman before me wasn’t what we were expecting, and we all stop, dumbfounded.
“Hello, boys, you must be my new stepbrothers.” Oh, fuck no.