Back to Salome

Author’s Note: This story is a collaboration with my friend Jim (Mojavejoe420). We both contributed equally to its content and we hope you enjoy it.

We’d also like to thank Harvey for his editing expertise.

Tag: Upheaval and a new beginning.

All characters in this story are 18 or older.

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“What the hell were you thinking? How could you have been so stupid?”

In my 18 years I’d never heard my mother swear. Tears were running down her face and I knew how devastating this was for her, for both of my parents. Earlier that evening the DJ had made an announcement about the Rhino’s new advertising campaign, which featured my somewhat-revealing picture on a giant billboard by the freeway. Tony told me before I left work that he’d rented space on 20 billboards and within a week my image would be plastered all around the Dallas-Fort Worth area. Not that it mattered now, but when I tried to protest my boss snidely reminded me that I’d signed his model release form, giving him ownership of the pictures the photographer took, and I had no recourse in how he chose to use them.

Of course, my father saw the billboard on his way home from work and both of my parents had stayed up to ambush me in the kitchen when I walked through the door at 12:30. I had no idea how to answer my Mom’s questions so I looked down, unable to meet both of their glaring looks.

“For the first time since we’ve moved here you’re going to be honest with us,” my father said sternly. “Was working at Hooters just bullshit?”

Slowly, I looked up. “No, I worked there for a couple of weeks,” I said quietly.

“A couple of weeks, great. So for the last six weeks or whatever, you’ve been … you’ve been …” My dad was so flustered he could barely speak. It was breaking my heart to see him, to see both of them, so angry and distraught.

Mom had to jump back in once Dad faltered. “You’ve been taking your clothes off for money!” The venom oozed from her lips when she said ‘money’ like it was the most vile thing she could think of. “You’re smart, Jenna, so very smart, and you’ve chosen … this as a way to make money? We’ve raised you better than that.”

“You’re quitting that job,” Dad fired at me, finally regaining his voice. “In fact you’ve already quit. You’re not to leave this house without permission. Do you understand me, young lady? I didn’t raise you to become a slut to feed the desires of the perverted masses!”

Mom gave me a withering stare. “Look what you’ve done to your father. Don’t you even care about us? You’re killing him, and killing me too,” she angrily spat.

I had no defense or reasonable retort. They weren’t wrong; I was messing up their lives, embarrassing them to their church friends and probably their coworkers too.

“Did they … did someone force you into this? Are you in trouble of some kind? Jenna, we can get money if you owe it to some Shylock or mobster–”

I shook my head side-to-side. “No, Mom! I don’t owe anyone money, and I wasn’t forced. This was a choice I made. I … took this job on purpose, and … I … I like it. In fact I love it, well, most of it. It makes me feel good, it’s something I’m good at, I’ve made some really great friends, and I want to keep doing it.”

“That’s just great, Jenna.” His sarcasm wasn’t lost on me. “You’ve made new friends. And are you screwing these new friends?” My mom put her hand to her mouth at the suggestion of ‘screwing’. Neither of them had ever used that word in front of me, either. “Answer me!” Daddy shouted.

My hands trembled slightly. I didn’t know what to say. How honest should I be? The kitchen lights felt incredibly bright, almost like I was in a movie, in a police interrogation room where the two cops were aggressively coercing the suspect to confess his crime. I was also incredibly tired, and my nerves were shattered by this confrontation.

“I do kind of have a boyfriend now. He’s a businessman, and he makes a lot of money.” I thought that might please them, that I wasn’t just hanging around with low-lifes.

“Oh, well, you have a boyfriend! When the hell did you have time to meet someone? You met him at that disgusting club?” he sneered.

“Yes,” I whispered.

My father took a deep breath and ran his hands through his hair. “So,” he began, and he stepped up to me and got into my face. “My daughter is now dating a legitimate businessman. Did you hear that, Grace? I’m so relieved, aren’t you? Tell me, Jenna, is he giving you money?” My face must have given me away; I wasn’t expecting a question like that. “So it’s true, he’s giving you money, and you’re fucking him, right? That makes you a whore!”

Having him call me that stung even more than the slap he delivered across my face, but I didn’t like that much, either.

“Joshua!” Mom screamed, and she jumped up to grab his hand before he hit me again. Then she glared at me. “Look what you’ve done! You’ve made your father violent!”

Tears streamed down my face; I didn’t know what to do. In the past he’d never even raised his voice at me, much less his hand. The tips of my fingers slowly glided over my cheek; it was sore and felt puffy, like it was already starting to swell. Somehow, someway, I found my spine and started to give back as good as I was getting.

“I’m an adult, not a child. It’s my life, not yours, and I’m going to do whatever the fuck I want,” I screamed.

He raised his hand again, but I didn’t flinch and I steadied myself for the next blow that I knew was just a moment away. His hand moved forward towards me, but at the last second he caught himself and returned it to his side. He took a deep breath and a single tear ran down his cheek. Then his loving blue eyes turned ice-cold, freezing me out. Pointing to the door, he said one word.

“Go.”

– – – – –

Derek welcomed me into his home with open arms even though it was past two in the morning. He wanted to talk but I didn’t; I just wanted to be held and try to sleep. When I’d left my parents’ house and gotten a few blocks away I’d pulled over to the side of the street and called him. When I told him about the ugly fight with my parents he insisted that I stay with him instead of getting a hotel room.

As I lay there in his bed, being the little spoon, I could still hear my parents yelling at each other while I packed my worldly belongings into two big Hefty garbage bags. They were trying to assign the blame for everything I’d done to each other, and that upset me even more because it wasn’t either of their faults.

Although I felt traumatized by the evening’s events, I also felt liberated. My parents didn’t like anything they’d discovered, but at least now they knew. A somewhat disturbing thought kept nagging at me; even though Derek was like my safety net, I still felt like I was alone.

I woke up at noon the next day and looked around the large bedroom; it took me several seconds to realize where I was. I rummaged through one of the garbage bags of my stuff and found a pair of light blue denim shorts and a Beatles t-shirt. I didn’t bother looking for a bra or thong. After I used the bathroom and brushed my teeth I heard Derek in his office, and I walked in and sat down in the chair in front of his desk.

“Hey sleepyhead, how are you doing?” he asked.

“I’m okay, I guess.”

“Yeah? You were … crying a lot in your sleep.” I shrugged, not sure how to respond. I had a lot of emotions careening around inside me. “God, he really hit you?”

I rubbed my cheek where Daddy had slapped me last night; it still felt warm and a bit swollen. A little tear escaped my eye and I quickly wiped it away. “Yes.”

“I’m sorry, honey.”

“He was really upset, I guess I had it coming.” I reached over, grabbed his coffee cup, and took a sip.

“No, nobody ever has that coming. But based on what you’ve told me about him I can understand his shock. So what’s your plan, have you thought about it?”

“I don’t know, I just woke up, I think it’s all still sinking in.” I looked down at his coffee, and took another sip. Elixir of life, do your thing, please.

“Jenna, hey.” I looked up at him. “I want to be here for you. I’m not pressuring you, but you can stay here if you want.”

My eyes widened. “You’d really let me?” Maybe I should have expected this. I knew he liked me and all, but somehow it still came as a bit of a shock.

“Of course I would, baby. I want you here with me, this is your home now.” He paused for a moment. “If you want it to be.”

This was all coming at me so fast I wasn’t sure how to respond. I checked my phone; there were no messages or calls from either of my parents. “Let me think about it, okay?”

“Sure, take all the time you need.”

I took another sip of his coffee. “Can I make you breakfast?” I asked.

“No, honey, you’ve been through so much, let me make it for you.”

“Okay.”

He was being so kind and considerate. I knew that normally he’d be at work, but he took the day off to be with me. He cooked us a simple breakfast of scrambled eggs, sausage, and toast, and he brought it to the kitchen table where I was sitting.

“Is there any way you could call out today, you know … take the day off?” he asked.

I took another sip of my coffee, from my own cup this time. “No, I think it would be better if I worked, it will help keep my mind off all of this.”

“Ummm … sure … I get it.” He looked down for a moment then back up at me. “He’s really renting 20 billboards?”

“Yeah,” I said shyly.

“So my girlfriend is a celebrity now?” he gently teased.

My face broke into a little blush. That question was disturbing on a couple of different levels. He thought of me now as his girlfriend, not just some girl who stayed over at his house a couple of nights a week. Again, maybe I should have seen this coming, but I hadn’t. Also, I was still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that my image would be plastered over a bunch of billboards in the metropolitan area. Maybe on some level I’d dreamed of being popular, being famous, but I never imagined it would happen like this.

“I’m not a celebrity, or at least … I don’t know … I don’t think of myself that way.”

“I’m sitting in front of the hottest girl in Dallas,” he beamed.

A little smile broke over my face. I really appreciated his efforts to try to make me feel better. “Yeah, you’re eating with the most popular stripper in Dallas, you must be so proud.”

He looked seriously into my eyes and took my hand in his. “I’m very proud, Jenna, very proud.”

“This doesn’t embarrass you?”

“Not at all, baby.”

He was really trying to make me feel better, and somehow it was working. He was being so good about all of this. Being there for me, supporting me, not judging me. I knew he was busy and had a lot to do, but he even took the day off for me. “I don’t have to go to work, okay?”

“Really, you’ll stay home?”

Home. I … I … don’t have a home … anymore.

I quickly pushed that depressing thought out of my head. “For the man who rescued me? Of course,” I teased. He squeezed my hand. Then I got a little more serious. “Do you really want me living here with you? Are you sure?”

“I want that more than anything, honey.”

“Okay,” I acquiesced. “I will.”

A big Kool-aid grin broke over his face, like he’d just won the lottery or something. “What do you want to do? We could go for a swim, watch TV, maybe go out and buy you a new outfit?”

We’d finished our breakfast and I wanted him. “Do you think you can carry me up those stairs again without having a heart attack?” I said saucily.

His eyes lit up. “No promises, but I’ll try.” He stood up and made a little show of stretching out his arms, like he was going to try to carry a couple of bales of hay or something. He responded to my bewildered looks. “Just warming up.”

I giggled. “Oh, my God, I’ll just walk up the stairs, really.”

“Oh, no, I got this,” he said playfully.

“C’mon, then, old man.”

When I stood up he scooped me into his arms. Fortunately we made it upstairs without too much trouble; I think he had been putting in some cardio time when I wasn’t around as we got up the stairs with a lot less huffing and puffing than a few weeks ago. He set me down gently on the bed and I quickly slipped out of my little shorts and t-shirt. After he stripped out of his clothes he slid into bed beside me, grabbed his laptop, and fiddled with the keys. It only took him a couple of seconds and he had one of my videos up on the big screen. Almost every time we had sex now he recorded it so we could watch it together later or I could watch it by myself.

“Mmm, one of my favorites, little darlin’.”

I liked this one too. He called it Alone. He’d purchased another giant 80-inch TV and mounted it right above the headboard, so now there were now two massive screens in the room, one on the wall at the foot of the bed and another at the head. In this particular clip he’d shot a video of me touching myself and having several orgasms. But the special thing about this clip was that I was rubbing my pussy while I was getting roughly fucked on the big screen behind me.

Derek had gotten some awesome close-ups and managed to have the background video images blurred; it was a cool effect. “Look at you, Jenna. You hit the biological jackpot. Your skin is so perfect, so smooth …” The camera showed my face in pre-orgasmic pleasure. “And look how beautiful you are! My God, it’s almost a shame the rest of the world can’t see you like I see you. You put every porn star to shame!”

He said that quite often now and I was slowly starting to believe some of it. We had watched quite a few porn clips together, and while I often enjoyed the pretty porn girls and handsome, inhumanly well-hung guys I also managed to watch them with a critical eye. I noticed when the lighting was too harsh or the camera angle was awkward and didn’t artistically capture the action. Sometimes the girl looked high while others looked bored and were just going through the motions. I also noticed minor imperfections on some of the girls like razor bumps above their vaginas, pimples on their bottoms, and little dark hairs around their assholes. The more porn we watched, the more I thought Derek might be right. I looked better than most of those girls, and a lot of the time my performance was better than theirs, and I was just losing myself in the moment and not really trying.

“Maybe you’re right,” I whispered.

I continued to watch myself on the screen, forgetting about him for a moment. But when his strong, warm hands encircled my waist I instantly came alive at his touch. I felt his hard cock pressing against my thigh and the switch in my mind flipped to on … and the tingles began sparking throughout my body.

We leaned in together and our mouths hungrily met. His kisses were so soft, so loving, and they took all my fears and worries away. Our tongues danced slowly and sensually as his body crushed against mine. His hand gently held my left cheek, the one Daddy had hit, and he lifted his head up a little.

“I’ll never hit you, babygirl.”

I knew he wouldn’t, it just wasn’t in him. “Make love to me, Derek,” I whispered. Maybe I shouldn’t have said it like that, but at the moment I needed to be loved and cared for.

“One second, okay?” He gave me a wink and fiddled with his laptop for a moment. Instantly, the images on the TV screens changed to show live video of us on the bed. We had made a few more purchases since that first weekend I spent with Derek; now we had three cameras. He’d mounted one on each side of the bed and the third was kept as a portable that he liked to use for close-ups. He set the outputs for now to just be the two mounted cameras, so the image on the screen in front of us was from the right camera and the image on the opposite wall was from the left. Wherever we looked we could see ourselves live.

Satisfied with the setup, he rolled over on top of me, and without a word he adjusted his body so his cock found my entrance. My pussy was a wet, hot mess and I was more than ready for him. He pressed forward and that intense, wonderful sensation began, that feeling of his big, hard cock entering me, promising to fuck me well and bring me to orgasm, bring us to orgasm. My legs immediately wrapped around his torso and I locked my ankles together, trapping him deep inside me. His slow but forceful strokes stretched me open and made my clitoris tingle as he bottomed out inside me time and again in slow but powerful movements.

Yes … this is my happy place …

He slowly increased the rhythm to the point where he couldn’t kiss me anymore as he had to breathe through his mouth, his hot breath washing over me. I got this feeling of being trapped by him, his body weight crushing me, trapping me, restraining me as his cock penetrated my very soul … and I loved every second of it.

I arched my back to press my breasts into him, which changed the angle of his cock slightly and threw me into an instant orgasm. I clawed at his back as electricity surged through my body, my orgasm so strong and so powerful it shook me and made me lose my senses for a few moments. I roused myself to find Derek squeezing my breast with what seemed like all his might and his cock began to tremble inside me. I squeezed my pussy walls around his cock and he exploded deep into my womb, his hot semen filling me. Derek and I both grunted and moaned, and my orgasm, which hadn’t quite stopped from the first one, returned with another stunning climax. I didn’t pass out this time, but my whole body jerked frantically and beyond my control. I dug my nails into his back, scraping his skin, and a couple of them on my right hand drew blood.

I released my grip and brought my fingers to show him his blood. Without thinking I sucked my finger clean, the taste warm and coppery. He immediately shoved his tongue in my mouth as he tried to taste it too. We settled into a long and sensuous kissing session as we came down from our mutual highs. His diminished cock eventually slipped out of me despite my efforts to keep him inside me, and he rolled off to my side.

“I love you, Jenna. I really do. I love you so–”

My kiss cut him off as he professed his feelings, which were a little different from mine, to say the least. Love? Shit! I fucked him too good! Why can’t he just like me a lot? Shit, what am I supposed to do now?

– – – – –

It was a Sunday morning and my phone jarred me out of my sleep. I slid back and snuggled closer to Derek, his arm was wrapped around me and my body was spooned tightly against his.

“Is that my phone or yours?” he grumbled.

“It’s mine, I’ll get it,” I said groggily. I reached for my phone that was on the nightstand. Without looking at the caller ID I answered it.

“Hello?”

“Jenna, it’s your grandmother.”

My eyes instantly popped open and I was wide awake. “Grammy … ummm … how are you?”

“I’m fine, dear. Are you available today to come by your parents’ house?” she said in a quiet, sweet voice.

I felt like my heart stopped. It had been three weeks since our ugly fight when my dad hit me. There had been silence during that time as the three of us refused to call or text each other. My parents were just as stubborn as I was and I likened the situation to playing a game of chicken; Neither they nor I was going to be the first one to blink. Did they ask her to reach out to me, or is this her idea? Is she trying to broker some type of peace?

“I … ummm … I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” I said hesitantly.

“You need to talk to your parents, Jenna, you need to work this out with them. We all need to work this out. How about you come over at 1 o’clock, today.”

“Okay,” I whispered, “I’ll be there.”

“We’ll see you then. Bye, honey.”

Over breakfast Derrick asked if I wanted him to go with me, and I told him no. It was a kind offer and I knew he was only trying to be supportive, but I had to face my parents by myself. His presence would only anger them, especially if they saw how old he was. As much as I might have liked him there, he would only make a difficult situation worse.

I was a nervous wreck when I pulled up in front of my parents’ house and my stomach was nervously churning. I was wearing a cute pair of pink sweatpants, the ones that didn’t have Juicy plastered across the ass, a white t-shirt, a grey sweatshirt, and my favorite pair of Skechers. I walked up to the door and reached to open it up, but then I caught myself. This isn’t your home anymore, you can’t just walk in. Slowly, I rang the doorbell, and almost instantly my grandmother opened it and her unsure eyes met mine.

She gave me a big hug, which I returned. “Come in, child.”

Grammy’s warm hug disarmed me somewhat. But when I walked into the living room and saw my parents sitting together on the couch, their hands tightly closed together, it felt like they were trying to present a unified front, or maybe they were just trying to support each other. I sat down on one of the recliners, the one furthest away from them, and my grandmother sat next to her son on the couch.

Wonderful. I thought that maybe Grammy was on my side, or at least neutral. But I see how it is now, three against one.

“There isn’t going to be any yelling, no one is going to raise their voices, and we’re all going to act like adults,” Grammy said sternly.

There were a few moments of uncomfortable silence before my Mom spoke. “Where are you living, Jenna?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“We want to make sure that you’re safe, we’re worried about you.”

I thought for a moment. “I’m living with my boyfriend.”

Her eyes widened and I knew what she was thinking: You’re living in sin. He wasn’t my boyfriend, or at least I didn’t think of him that way; but my response to her question would be much more palatable to them than saying Derek was my lover, or worse, my fuck-buddy.

“How old is he?” my father asked.

My first instinct was to lie, but I didn’t. “He’s 48.”

My father’s face tightened and he clenched his fists. Then he took a deep breath and got himself back under control.

“Does he take care of you? Does he treat you well?” my mother asked.

“He’s very kind, and he treats me really good.” Better than either of you ever did. “And … he’s never hit me.”

Daddy lowered his head into his hands, while Mom quickly averted her eyes. Grammy immediately stepped in. “You hit her, Joshua?”

With his head still lowered he nodded, obviously mortified at what he’d done.

“Well! This does put a different twist on things.” Grammy wrung her hands for a few moments.

“It was just a light slap,” my Mom said, quickly coming to his defense.

It wasn’t just a slap to me, and for the first time that afternoon I was able to go on offense. “My eye was swollen for two days, Mother. It didn’t feel very light to me.”

There was a full minute of uncomfortable silence; it was as if they were all trying to think of something to say. For me, the ball was in their court; I wasn’t going to make it any easier, so I remained quiet.

“Okay,” Grammy began again, sighing heavily. “So both sides have done … some bad things, harmed each other. Joshua, you and Grace will need to have a prayer session with me over this. But right now you need to apologize to Jenna.” She waited a few moments. “Now, Joshua.”

Daddy lifted his head slightly. At first he was unable to look at me, then our eyes met. “Jenna,” he started in a shaky voice, “I apologize for hitting you; it was wrong, and I’m sorry,” he said remorsefully.

I was shocked to see tears rolling down his cheeks. “I forgive you, Daddy.”

“Okay, good, both of you, very good.” My grandmother was a very strong woman and it was easy to see who had the most power in the room. Then she looked sternly at me. “Jenna, why are you doing this? Honey, I’ve known you your whole life, and this isn’t you,” Grammy said, her voice slightly cracking. I could feel her disappointment, I could see it in her eyes, and it was very emotionally distressing.

I’d asked myself this question so many times. Why am I doing this? I knew the answer, or I was reasonably certain I did, but it was never something that I wanted to admit to myself, or even attempt to come to grips with. “I don’t know,” I whispered.

My father spoke up, “You’re making very adult decisions, Jenna, and that’s a child’s answer. More than anything, we need you to be honest with us, you owe us at least that.”

I knew how difficult this was for him, all of it. He was being polite and respectful, unlike three weeks ago, and I tried to give them an answer that they would accept. “I love the money I make working there, I have everything I could possibly want, none of you know what that’s like.”

I was being honest, but I was also holding back. I did love the money I made dancing, but I already had that kind of money with Derek. I knew he loved me and would eagerly marry me at a moment’s notice. He’d already spent thousands on me and he’d never told me no, no matter what I asked him to buy me. I did like earning my own money and I loved the idea of being independent, from him and from my parents.

However, what I loved, what I really craved, was all those men’s eyes on me and the look of lust I saw within them. Furthermore, I loved what I saw on those giant TV screens when Derek made those videos and I watched them with him, or spent hours alone when he was at work watching them by myself. I loved doing all of those unspeakable sexual acts with him, things that my family would never understand. It was more acceptable for my family to think I was greedy instead of admitting to them that I was a sexual deviant.

“Your entire life, honey, we’ve given you everything and you’ve wanted for nothing; is money really that important to you?” my mother asked.

“Child,” Grammy jumped in, “there’s things much more important than money. You know this, you’ve been taught this. This is just wrong.”

They’re ganging up on me now.

“Look,” I said, but I struggled with what to say next. “I … I’m not going to let anything bad happen to me and I need you to trust me. I’m probably making more money than the both of you combined, did you know that?” All three of them looked at me with rather stunned faces. I continued on, because I had to … make them at least partially aware of what I was doing. “I’m not going to do this forever, but I’m young and I can make a lot of money right now. I can set myself up real well for the future.” I paused for a moment, collecting my thoughts. Surprisingly, none of them jumped into the momentary pause in the conversation. “You all have taught me right from wrong. But … there isn’t anything actually wrong with sex. I love you, but this is who I am and I’m not quitting.”

And I stood up … and walked out.

– – – – –

“I’m really sorry about your parents, honey, it sounds like such a horrible fight,” Raven said as we put on our makeup in front of the large mirrors in the dressing room before our shift.

“It got pretty ugly … but you know … I survived, I guess.”

“Tony should have used my picture on those billboards.”

“Yeah, he should have.”

She took my hand and gently squeezed it. “I’m a lot prettier than you, anyway,” she teased.

I giggled. “You think so, huh?”

Her deep brown eyes looked seriously into mine. “You know I’m kidding, Madi. You’re beautiful.”

There was just a hint of longing in her eyes and I could feel my heart beat faster as I squeezed her hand back. “Just like you.”

There were a few moments of comfortable silence and we continued to put on our makeup.

“Derek was okay with you staying with him when your parents kicked you out?”

“Yeah, he really wanted me to move in with him, it was like his dream coming true or something.”

“He likes you, you know that, right?”

“I don’t know, maybe.” She was right, he did like me. He dropped the ‘L’ bomb on me a couple of times but it was nothing I wanted to think about, much less discuss.

“What do you think of him? Do you like him?” she asked hesitantly.

There it was again, that little look of hunger in her eyes. Does she like me? Maybe she does.

“He’s a good guy and he’s done so much for me.”

“Trust me, it’s good to have a Sugar Daddy.”

Is that really what Derek is? I guess so. “I like being with him,” I shyly admitted.

Taking me by surprise, she leaned in and we shared a little kiss.

“We’d better get out there, honey,” she whispered.

“Okay.”

She leaned in and we shared another hot little kiss. Yeah, she’s into me … and … that’s not a bad thing.

– – – – –

Six weeks later

Jesus Christ, don’t guys know they should bathe every now and then?

I had just come out of the VIP room and waved goodbye to my latest guest who didn’t seem to have much knowledge of the personal hygienic arts. I didn’t even want to walk with him back to the main floor, it was that bad. That was probably the longest thirty minutes of my life.

“How you doin’ tonight, darlin’?” Andy was always so sweet and such a gentleman.

“I’m fine now that I’m out in the fresh air, thank God!”

He shook his head in mock sadness. “I thought I smelled him going in, you poor thing!”

“Yeah, I need to take a break and wipe the stink off me. How you been?”

“Right as rain, just like my Gramma always used to say,” he beamed at me.

I swallowed when he said Gramma, thinking that none of my Grammy’s religious sayings really applied here. I wondered if his Gramma knew what he did for a living. I was about to ask him how the Cowboys were doing when I heard a ruckus coming up the stairs. The sound of heavy feet and costume jewelry rattling to announce her arrival, it could only be my friend Raven. My only real friend, she and I had grown much closer together since the fight with my parents.

“Hey, girl!” she squealed as she saw me when she reached the top. “I’ve been looking for you, you’re on break now, right?”

“Yeah, I need to get something to eat, wanna talk in the breakroom?”

She closed the last few feet and gave me a warm hug, our barely-clothed bodies fitting together nicely.

“You bet, and … shit, what is that smell, girl?”

I shook my head and giggled. “Don’t ask.”

We held hands as we went to the dressing room, which got lots of catcalls from the guys we passed. Raven helped wipe down my naked body with a damp washcloth to get the smell of that guy off me. I giggled when she lingered a bit too long rubbing my breasts. “I think I’m going to have to charge you for feeling me up,” I said jokingly.

She gave me a quick kiss on the lips. “You know I’ll pay!”

She sniffed me all over and pronounced me presentable. A new outfit, a little bit of spray perfume, and I was back in business. We headed to the small break room with our meals.

“What’ve you got?” Raven asked. “It looks delicious, girl.”

“I don’t know, I think it’s like some Mexican chicken salad that Derek made.”

She bit into her store-bought sandwich. “How long you gonna let him own you?”

“He doesn’t own me. We’re just hanging out.”

“No, I see how he looks at you. That boy is in love with you, and you know it.”

I took a bite of my tasty salad, which gave me a moment to figure out how to respond. “Well, he has said it a few times, but I haven’t said it back.”

“Yeah, I knew it. How long are you gonna string him along?”

“I’m not stringing him along, I like him a lot and he’s done so much for me. We have a great time together … and … well … you know … when we aren’t fighting.”

Raven shook her head. “You wanted a Sugar Daddy but you got a Lover Daddy instead.” We both giggled at her quip.

“Now me, girl, I got me a true-blue Sugar Daddy. You’ve seen him, Buck?”

Yeah I’d seen him around the club and Raven was his favorite, his girl. Big Buck Alexander. He was like the stereotypical Texas oilman: Rich, tall, somewhat stout but not fat, big cowboy hat, western shirt with a bolo tie, and $20,000 alligator boots. On top of that, his charismatic way just seemed to charm everyone; he always had new friends around him here at the club, and probably everywhere else that he went.

“Yeah, I know him. You hit the jackpot with him.”

I didn’t like to admit this, but I was a bit envious of her. From what she’d told me, she had all of the benefits of a rich older guy taking care of her and none of the bullshit that I had to deal with when it came to Derek.

“I know I’m lucky, and I don’t have to live with him like you do with old Derek there. But hey, you wanna hear something?”

“Sure.”

She leaned closer to me. “He’s been asking about you.”

“Ummm … okay … what’s that mean?”

“He’s been wanting to meet you, with me, outside the club. You know, like at my condo.”

My eyes widened. Her luxury condo in downtown Dallas was just as nice, or maybe even nicer than, Derek’s house, and fully paid for by Big Buck.

“Meet me, huh? And … ummm … then what? We all go bowling? Maybe play some miniature golf?” I teased.

Raven stuck her tongue out and made a face at me. “Careful, he likes saucy women.”

I rolled my eyes at her. “Okay, but really, what’s he want?”

Raven leaned closer as Sugar and Xanadu took seats at a table not far away. “He wants to pay you to come over to my place and hang out one day. Ten thousand cash.”

Ten … thousand dollars, that was outrageous. “You’re shitting me.” Wait, would this make me a prostitute?

“Hand to God, I’m not.” She kissed her hand and held it up to the sky, well, the ceiling. “He wants that pretty blonde girl he sees on all those billboards.”

“So, like, I would have to fuck him, obviously.”

“Obviously, girl. And he’ll pay double for your ass.”

I nearly choked on my salad. Twenty! “And you’ll be there with me?”

“Yes, baby. You and me, we’ll have some fun together, you know what I’m sayin’? He’s sweet, and good in bed, and he doesn’t smell bad like that Stinky McGee you just had.”

I toyed with my food for a moment. “And … Buck is going to expect that you and I … you know …”

“Well, he knows we’re friends. So he does assume we will be very … friendly with each other, yes.”

Over the past few weeks, there was a growing sexual tension building between us. Many times I’d thought she might want to take things further with me and I fantasized about her … being with her … but I did have some concerns about how that would affect our relationship.

I chewed thoughtfully again, weighing my options. “Sofia, I’m flattered but … you’re kind of my only friend and … like I don’t want to mess that up, ya know?”

She reached over and took my hand. “Jenna, we’ll always be friends, okay? This is business, girl. He wants this, both of us, and it will make him happy and keep him happy. He pays my bills, honey, and I need this. I need to keep him interested.” My eyes widened and I didn’t attempt to hide the skeptical look on my face. She smiled and squeezed my hand. “It won’t mess up you and me, we won’t let it, I promise. Think about it, okay? We’re both off Monday, you could come over then while Derek is at work.”

I told her I would think about it. I didn’t really have anything planned for Monday other than lounging around the pool all day and relaxing. I had to admit what she was suggesting sounded a lot more fun, and certainly would be a lot more profitable.

So, technically, yes. I would fuck this guy for money. But it’s a lot of money … and I’m already kind of doing that with Derek … so it’s more like a similar arrangement.

I did think about Derek for a few moments, but he had been getting on my nerves lately and thoughts of moving out had crossed my mind occasionally. This money would go a long way towards that goal.

“Monday, huh? Does Buck work, or what?”

Sofia’s face gleamed. “He works when he feels like it, and he doesn’t feel like it on Mondays. When does Derek leave?”

“Around seven-thirty, usually. They have this weekly rah-rah sales meeting to start off their week. He comes home around five or six.”

“So … you come over about ten, we fuck his brains out, and we’ll get you home by four. Bing bang boom, you’re home in time to clean up for Lover Boy, who’s none the wiser, with twenty large in your purse; how is this a bad plan?”

I grinned at her. “It’s not a bad plan, it’s a pretty damn good plan. I’m in.”

– – – – –

I bobbed my head up and down on Derek’s morning wood, a kind of daily ritual for us. His hips thrust up to meet my downward motions as he fucked my mouth. I loved taking him this way, all the way to the root. I used to think all girls did it this way but Sofia had set me straight on that; very few girls could actually perform what she told me was a deep-throat move. That just excited me even more for some reason, that I was able to do something most other girls wouldn’t or couldn’t.

This morning, however, he stopped short of coming in my mouth and pulled my head up and off his cock. Rolling me onto my back, he gripped his cock in his right hand while his left held the video camera, capturing all the action.

“Look at the camera, baby,” he urgently whispered. I gave the camera a sultry glance, then opened my mouth and extended my tongue. I reached down between my legs to touch myself; sucking cock always got me wet and excited. I even got wet when sucking my asshole boss Tony’s cock.

I looked directly into the camera as I gently rubbed my clit, edging myself while he furiously stroked his cock in front of my face.

“Oh … yeah … baby … I’m there … I’m there,” he groaned.

A few seconds later his semen splashed on my chin, my tongue, my forehead, and then the last couple of weaker spurts covered most of the left side of my face. I smiled into the camera as I swallowed the cum that had gone into my mouth, then I opened up to show the camera my empty mouth.

It took about a minute for him to recover and catch his breath, and then he focused on me. He playfully pushed my hand away and inserted two of his fingers deep inside me and curled them upwards, putting pressure on my G-spot. My fingers returned to my clit; I began to gently rub and my body began to climb.

Of course, he had the camera catching all the action. “Yeah, baby, work that hot pussy, let me see you get off.”

My orgasm hit almost without warning and my body shook and convulsed as waves of pleasure washed over me. Involuntarily, I had closed my eyes, and when I opened them again I found his cock right at my mouth, I sucked him dry of any remnants. Still looking at the camera, I backed off his now-clean cock and used my fingers to push his cum off my face and into my mouth. This lascivious move just made Derek moan, “Fuck,” and he dropped the camera on the bed, kissing me passionately.

“Back that up and play it,” I ordered after we’d both recovered. I wanted to see how it looked on the big screen.

I wasn’t really a fan of facials. It was always easier and a lot less messy to just swallow the cum. However, that kind of made for a boring video and I knew Derek loved the visual. He backed the video up to right where we rolled over and we watched it together.

“God, you’re just so sexy,” he gushed.

It was sexy, especially how the microphone had picked up the little sloshing noises that emanated from between my legs when he fingered me. I could’ve gone again, but it always took him some time to get it back up. More importantly, this morning I just wanted to get him on his way.

“You need to learn to hold the camera still when you come,” I teased. My cum-splattered face did look rather sexy, I had to admit.

We talked for a few minutes, mostly about his work. It always amazed me how animated he got about selling used cars. It was kind of a boring topic, but I always feigned interest and he never caught on that I really couldn’t give two shits about what he did during the day. Finally he shut up long enough for me to get a word in edgewise.

“So when are you going to actually let me go to work with you and see one of these famous sales meetings?”

“Baby, it would bore the hell out of you to listen to me give a pep-talk to a bunch of old used-car salesmen. Also, I need them to pay attention to me; they would just all stare at you if you showed up.”

He was right, and going to work with him today was the last thing I wanted to do. However, I wanted to ensure he was actually leaving so I could text Sofia and tell her our little plan was on.

“Awww … maybe another time, then.”

He leaned in, gave me a little kiss, and then looked at his watch. “I’m gonna to grab a quick shower, honey, I don’t want to be late.”

“You got me up early, so I’m gonna to try to catch a couple more hours of sleep; But you go get ’em, tiger, I’ll see you tonight when you get home.”

“Later, baby.”

While he sprinted off to the bathroom, I grabbed my phone and pulled up Cosmo. About a half-hour later, just as I was finishing a rather interesting article on which exercises best relieved menstrual cramps, I heard his car start up in the driveway and he pulled away. I closed out the article and texted Sofia.

were on girl see u @ 10

A few seconds later, she responded: 😄 KK C U

I was feeling a little guilty. Derek had always been so good to me and I couldn’t help but think that this was some horrible betrayal. Due to his generosity I’d been able to save a lot of money because he paid for everything and I really didn’t have any bills. Nonetheless, it was going to cost quite a bit to move out and get established in a place of my own. I was still a bit uneasy about going to Sofia’s condo and spending the day with her and Buck, but I loved the idea of him footing the bill on my new apartment instead of me.

– – – – –

“Hey, girl! Come on in, baby!”

Sofia gave me a big hug and ushered me inside wearing her purple satin kimono. Buck had said he wanted the girl on the billboard, so I wore my Louboutin four-inch spike heels and the exact outfit I’d worn for the photo shoot, temporarily covered by a short trench coat.

Buck was in the kitchen, his big naked body on full display, and he was pouring champagne into glasses of orange juice. “There you are, beautiful! Mimosa?”

My eyes widened, not knowing what he was asking me. Sofia saw it too. “Buck, honey, she’s only eighteen and doesn’t really drink. Here you go, baby,” and she handed me a tall glass of the drink. “It’s called a Mimosa, a fun party drink.”

Buck held up his glass in a toast. “To beautiful women and new friends. May we all have a … fucking great time!” His infectious laugh made me smile.

“Cheers!” Sofia and I said at the same time as all three of us clinked our glasses together. I was actually really surprised, it tasted pretty good.

“Madi Valentine, you look even better in the daytime!” Buck was fairly smooth, standing there all naked like it was just a normal thing. “But I tell you what, I was hoping you were gonna wear something a little more … you know … hot.”

“Mr. Alexander–”

“Buck, darling! Please call me Buck! Mister Alexander is my father.”

Suddenly, I felt a little overdressed compared to them. I set my champagne glass down, untied the knot in my trench coat, and slowly slipped it off. I looked up and his lustful eyes met mine. “I’m not sure where my father is, Buck,” I said coquettishly as I pulled the chemise down to my waist, revealing my breasts and rapidly-hardening nipples. “Who’s going to be my Daddy?”

I leaned down on the counter in a fair imitation of the billboard picture, my ample breasts resting on my arms and my nipples barely touching the stylish butcher block. I sexily raised my eyes and gave him my best slutty, pouty look.

“Goddamn, there you are,” he said huskily. He grabbed his smart phone off the counter and asked me “Do you mind?”

“Go ahead, Daddy, I’d love that,” I cooed.

I really didn’t like that, my topless pictures on some guy’s phone, a guy I didn’t even know. However, he was spending a lot of money today and I reasoned it was something I’d just have to get over and deal with.

He took several quick snapshots and I gave him a few sexy poses, ones I’d perfected with Derek. Once he was done, my eyes traveled down his very hairy chest to see his cock hardening. Mmmm … it’s nice … really nice. It looked to be about seven inches, nice and thick, and really veiny. I was about to slide my chemise all the way off but Sofia’s voice distracted me and I didn’t.

“Buck,” Sofia said softly. “I know you want her, but I’ve been after this little girl for a long time, so I get the first crack at her.”

Sofia opened her kimono to reveal her perfect naked body. Her firm breasts were more in proportion than my large ones, and her hips and ass formed that perfect hourglass figure that every man in the club desired. She advanced on me with a look in her eyes that was so sexy and determined she almost scared me. She sensually pressed me up against the wall, her bare breasts crushing into mine as our lips met. I felt her fingers dig into the flesh of my ass cheeks and I opened my mouth as her warm tongue slipped between my lips. My eyes traveled to Buck and he began slowly stroking his cock as he watched us.

After just a few seconds I began to relax and enjoy myself. By this time I had performed three VIP dances for various women and they were all fairly enjoyable, but this felt different. I knew Sofia had feelings for me, feelings beyond just lust, and that made all this better as I had developed some feelings of my own for her. My hands wrapped around her warm naked body and I had a fleeting wish that Buck wasn’t there because I wanted Sofia to just ravish me. I’d seen her naked body a hundred times, along with every other dancer at the Rhino, but that was much different. Her kissing me like this, feeling her sexy body against mine, our tongues playing inside each other’s mouths, this was an experience unto itself. Jesus Christ! This girl is getting to me.

We kissed for at least a couple of minutes, and at some point my hand slipped between her ass cheeks and my fingers were lightly teasing her little asshole. But of course Buck was there, and he was paying for all this, and suddenly I felt him push up against Sofia. His cock landed between her ass cheeks, right where my hand was, and I moved it so I could grab his hard, thick cock.

“Come on, chiquitas, let’s go get a little more comfortable.”

We gently disengaged, Sofia took my hand, and Buck led us to her bedroom where her king-size bed awaited us. Sofia released my hand and slid onto the bed but Buck took my hand for a moment, holding me back. “Madi, this has to go,” he informed me. My breasts were still exposed but the rest of the flimsy piece of ‘clothing’ remained in place covering the lower half of my body.

Buck reached out and grabbed the delicate piece of fabric at my waist and gave it a very hard yank. I heard something rip and I put my hand on his chest to steady myself from the sudden jerk. Next, he used both hands and ripped my chemise like it was paper, tossing it onto the floor and leaving me totally naked in front of him. Derek had always been so gentle and courteous with me, and Buck’s contrasting caveman approach shocked me. It also made my pussy dampen in anticipation of what might come next.

His right arm reached out and pulled me in close while his left grabbed a handful of my hair. Pulling slightly, he tilted my head back to expose my neck, which he attacked voraciously. Oh, fuck, this guy has style! In what, twenty seconds, he has made me his, I’ll do anything he wants.

“I’m the only Daddy you need, babygirl,” he stated, looking hard into my eyes.

I withered under his stare. Every shred of my willpower and dignity had departed and I now felt like I existed only for his pleasure. My pussy ached and I desperately wanted to be fucked. “Yes, Daddy. Take me, fuck me, I’m yours.”

But Sofia had slid to the edge of the bed and she pulled me away from him onto the bed. “You’re mine now, baby,” she purred, and we exchanged another hot, long, passionate kiss. She moved on top of me, sensually crushing me under her weight. She started slowly kissing my neck and then sensually moved down my body, planting kisses on my breasts, and then she took my hard nipple into her mouth and began to gently suck.

“Yeah, honey, that feels so good,” I moaned. A minute ago all I wanted was for Buck to fuck me, now I just want Sofia to take me. My lust knows no bounds.

She planted little kisses on my stomach and then she nestled between my legs. “Oh, look at that little hot wet pussy,” she cooed. She’d begun licking the secretions from the inside of my thighs when Buck slid into the bed next to me. He ran his hand through my thick blonde hair and then pushed his cock up to my lips. I opened my mouth and took the head inside just as Sofia sank her tongue deep inside me. Suddenly I found it very difficult to concentrate on him.

I leaned into him and took him deeper into my mouth and started to slowly move my head back and forth. ensuring my mouth stayed warm and wet.

“God, girl, you have a hot fuckin’ mouth,” he groaned from above me.

Sofia wrapped her arms around my thighs and thrust her tongue deep inside me repeatedly, and my body began to climb. After a few moments she withdrew her tongue from me.

“She can deep-throat, Buck, this girl is talented, just watch her.”

Now that I didn’t have her distracting me quite so badly, I relaxed the muscles in my throat and took him all the way down to the root, slowly bobbing my head back and forth. I loved hearing his moans and grunts from above me. Then, taking me by surprise, Sofia inserted the tip of her finger into my asshole, attached her mouth to my clit, and began slowly sucking and alternately licking. Within seconds she had me on the edge. I leaned forward and kept Buck’s cock lodged deep in my throat as the waves of my orgasm violently crashed into me. When I began to come back around, Buck had slid back and his cock had been removed from my mouth. It was all wet and shiny and my saliva was dripping off it.

“I gotta get me some of that fine young pussy,” he said huskily.

I wasn’t really sure at first which one of us he wanted because Sofia was only a couple of years older than me. But when she moved away from me and he took her place between my legs, my unasked question was answered. He took his cock in his hand at the base and then moved the tip up and down the lips of my vagina, splitting them. When he found my aperture he pushed himself inside me, and I let out a low, deep moan.

Sofia moved beside me and took my large breasts in hand and began to gently knead them. She moved closer and we exchanged another long hot kiss. Baby, don’t stop kissing me. Buck kept moving forward and our bodies rested together and I knew he was fully inside me. Slowly he began to rock in and out of me as Sofia pulled and gently pinched my nipples.

“God, you got such a tight little pussy,” he said as moved in and out of me. He was going slow, taking his time and enjoying every second of our coupling.

She looked between my legs. “I love how you look, honey, it’s so sexy, your pussy lips are gripping that big cock.”

I’d never experienced anything like this before, a man fucking me while a woman was telling me how sexy I looked as she watched. In that hedonistic moment, the only thing I wanted was more.

“Sit on my face, pretty girl, I need to taste you.”

Her lips split into a big smile. She moved and straddled me with her pussy only a couple of inches above my face. I extended my tongue and she lowered her hips and impaled herself on it. She tasted amazing, just a little sweet and mildly tangier than the other women I’d been with in the VIP room.

Buck had picked up the pace now and was moving in and out of me just a little faster. I let Sofia take control and I just kept my tongue extended, keeping it long and flat, and let her move her hips, directing me where she wanted it to go. Buck took control, wrapping his arms around my thighs and pulling my bottom up about a foot off the mattress, rutting inside me at a fevered pace. Sofia had moved forward just a bit and the tip of my tongue was now sliding over her asshole. I had never licked anyone there before and it seemed so … naughty. But I knew how good it felt on the receiving end so I licked her the way I liked it, slow and sensual. I heard Buck’s breathing change and I knew he was getting close. Lifting me up had adjusted the angle; his thick cock was now caressing my clit and I felt my orgasm begin to build somewhere deep in the pit of my stomach.

She’d lowered her hips and my tongue was now buried deep in her asshole. She moved her hand down and began furiously rubbing her clit while my tongue probed deep within her musky bottom. I love doing this to her.

Buck sank himself deep inside me one last time, and just as I felt his thick jets of semen squirt deep into my womb my body began to shake and convulse; my orgasm overwhelmed me and my world went dark for several seconds. When I began to come back around I felt Buck’s cock slip out of me, and he collapsed beside me on the bed. Sofia had slid back and was sitting on her knees as she tried to catch her breath.

“Jesus, girl, that was amazing,” she gushed.

“Did … did you come, Sofe? I kinda blacked out there for a few moments.” My face was sopping wet, and it had to be from her, but I just wanted to be sure.

“Yes, baby, omigod, so hard! Your tongue in my ass, it sent me over the edge, baby.”

“I’m so glad, I loved it, honey,” I said while using my hand and cleaning some of her secretions off my face.

Buck was still breathing a little heavily but after a minute or so his powers of speech had returned. “Are you two girls trying to kill me?” he teased.

“I told you she was a little firecracker, didn’t I, baby?” she quipped. My face broke into a little blush. “You wanna see me do something really sexy, Daddy?” she cooed.

“What are you going to do, nasty girl?” he responded.

They exchanged places and he moved beside me, where he had a good view between my legs, and she crawled in between them. She kept her eyes on his and I could tell she was trying to put on a good show for him and please him. She locked her lips on my vagina and I felt her give me a few hard sucks, and my body gently tingled. After about a minute or so her mouth was filled with his semen. He was paying me a lot of money to be there and I wanted to give him a good performance too.

“Your mom taught you that it’s polite to share, right?” I said saucily.

Her mouth was full so she couldn’t say anything but a big smile broke over her face. She crawled up my body, lay on top of me, and we exchanged a long open-mouth kiss and transferred his semen back and forth several times before we both swallowed. I wrapped my arms around her tight and we exchanged a few more little kisses while I held her in my arms.

Just feeling her close to me, her body sensually crushing mine, felt so erotic and taboo. I really didn’t expect to have the sudden rush of emotions that suddenly hit me. Since the first day I met her she took me under her wing, guided me, and treated me like a little sister. I knew early on that without her help and encouragement I would’ve never made it through my first night at the Rhino. We’d always been close but I’d worried about how us being together and sharing this intimate experience, especially in front of her man, might negatively affect our relationship. But after looking into her eyes and seeing all that passion she had for me I knew that it would only pull us closer.

“Come here, you two,” Buck beckoned. Sofia and I snuggled up on each side of him and she kissed him hard. Then he turned to me and I kissed him deeply. I wanted him to know how much I appreciated his generosity and his kind but slightly rough way.

We must have kissed for a little too long because I felt Sofia’s lips and cheeks against mine as she came in for a three-way kiss that slightly edged me out.

This is her man, silly, back off gracefully!

“Are you guys thirsty?” I asked. “I’m parched.”

“I’m as dry as a dead armadillo myself.” I smiled at Buck, he was just so, so Texas. “I’ve got bottled water in the fridge, or there’s champagne and beer, too.”

We decided on just water for now and I padded out to the kitchen to go get them. I was a little concerned that I might have been hogging her man; I didn’t know the etiquette of a threesome and I hoped I wasn’t overstepping any boundaries.

I handed them their waters and we all took a few sips for a minute or so. I then snuggled up on Sofia and hugged her very tightly. I was … a little bit overcome with emotions. I buried my face in her neck so nobody could see me.

“Mmm, baby, you were so good,” she cooed as she stroked my hair. I stayed where I was and nodded my head against her but didn’t say anything. I felt that if I spoke the dam might break. “I hope you had a good–” and she stopped talking. She probably felt a little wetness on her neck.

“Honey, Jenna, are you alright?” She pushed me back slightly to look at me. I’m sure my blue eyes now had tints of red and I knew they were leaking. I looked back at her and lost it. Everything just seemed to well up inside me at once; I was so embarrassed to have Buck see me like this.

Sofia held me close and I felt Buck’s big warm hand rubbing my back. They probably think I’m a nutcase, crying after sex like a dumb teenager. But that’s what I am.

After a minute or so I calmed down enough to talk. “I’m so sorry, I just … this was so amazing with you both, but then I blew it and I have so much going on and I’m … I’m sorry–”

“Blew it? You didn’t blow anything, honey. What do you mean?” she asked.

“I was kissing … kissing Buck for too long and I don’t want to make you mad or–”

“Jenna, babygirl.” She cradled my face in her hands and kissed me tenderly. “Buck and I are fine, you can kiss him all day if you want to. I love you, girl. Okay?” She kissed me again and relief washed over me. “There’s nothing you could do today that would piss me off.” I snuggled up against her happily. “Are you okay now? Anything else?”

“No baby, as long as we’re good, I’m good.”

But there was something else. Being with Sofia like this sparked something in me that I didn’t quite understand at the time. The sex was fine with Derek, and it had actually been okay with my old boyfriend Dave also. But it was missing this, this emotional component that I felt with her. Being in her arms, having her hold me after such intense sex, I just felt at home and I wanted more of this feeling.

“Okay, girl, now kiss Buck again and don’t worry about it!”

I kissed her, then slid over on top of Buck into his welcoming arms. My breasts pressed into his chest as I looked into his warm brown eyes for a moment before I kissed him deeply. Where Sofia’s lips were so soft and supple, his were drier, maybe a little chapped from being outside more. Nonetheless, he had his own masculine style that also drove me crazy; it was difficult to know who I liked kissing better.

“I want you to be having a good time, baby,” he spoke softly. “Is there anything I can do for you, anything you need?”

For being so rich, he really was very sweet. “I’m wonderful now, but I kinda want a quick shower, is that okay?”

“Of course, babygirl.”

I rose off of him and took Sofia’s hand. She giggled as we walked to the bathroom, but I stopped us at the doorway and turned back to Buck. “Ain’t you gonna come watch, cowboy?” I teased.

“Hell, yes!” He scrambled out of bed.

Sofia and I tied up our hair so it wouldn’t get wet and we stepped into her large shower. The hot water felt glorious as it splashed on our bodies. Since I had such great privacy at Derek’s I had developed a very nice all-over tan that was nearly as dark as Sofia’s Latina skin.

Taking me by surprise, Buck stepped into the shower between us and I scooted forward under the shower head so the water could cascade down onto him. I turned around to face him and he pulled me up to him and we shared a long, hot kiss.

“You know, ladies, I could really get used to this, we might have to make this a weekly thing,” he joked. Sofia and I both giggled, but in all honesty, if he was going to pay me this much for a few hours of my time, I would have been all for it.

She handed me a loofah and some body wash and we scrubbed Buck down together. Then he moved to the side and we made a little show of washing each other. Once the three of us were rinsed off, he took his place between us again and I could feel his erection pressing into my stomach. He pulled me to him again and we exchanged another long, deep kiss and I felt his tongue slide into my mouth. When he broke the passionate embrace, I looked up into his hungry eyes and I knew what he wanted.

“You want to feel my mouth on you again, Daddy,” I purred lustfully.

“Oh, yeah, little girl, put that hot, slutty mouth on me again.”

I slid down onto my knees and gave his erect cock a couple of slow gentle pulls, and a dark dollop of pre-cum oozed from the tip. When I looked up, Sofia was running her hands across his chest and stomach, and I knew he was enjoying all of the attention we were giving him. I opened my mouth and gently began sucking on the head, and he let out a low, deep moan. Just as I was beginning to work him deeper into my mouth, Sofia slipped down onto her knees too. I couldn’t really tell what she was doing from behind him but his groans were getting a lot louder now, so whatever she was doing he loved it. Then what he said next kinda gave it away.

“God, that feels so good, my little senorita, get that tongue all the way up my ass.”

I relaxed the muscles in my throat, and after a couple of deep plunges I was taking him all the way down to the root. Sofia reached between his legs and began kneading my breasts and gently pinching my nipples, which only added to everything that I was doing to Buck. I picked up the pace and started plunging him rapidly in and out of my mouth, and her hand slid down my stomach and she began rubbing my clit. Instantly my body began to tingle, and I heard his breathing change so I knew he was getting closer.

“Yeah, Jenna, just like that, baby, get me there,” he moaned.

Sofia was cupping his balls and furiously rubbing my clit while I held him deep in my throat. Just as the waves of my orgasm hit me, long powerful spurts began filling my mouth. When I began to come back around, his cock was beginning to lose rigidity and I let it slip out of my mouth. I gave him a few moments to somewhat recover and then he looked down at me. I opened my mouth to show him his semen. Then I took a little breath, shot him a little smile, and swallowed.

He helped me up to my feet and Sofia got back onto hers. He pulled me in and we exchanged a deep passionate kiss. I loved that he was just like Derek and didn’t have a problem kissing me after he’d just come in my mouth. Sofia wrapped her arms around both of us and we all kinda held each other for several seconds.

“You two ladies are amazing, and you know I’m gonna want a lot more of this, right?” he gushed.

We both giggled again and soaped up his cock one more time. After we had him rinsed off, we turned off the water, got out of the shower, and dried each other off.

After our shower, none of us got dressed and we all slid back into the bed. It’s difficult to explain, but I felt very comfortable and it was liberating, not wearing clothes around them, even after spending quite a bit of time naked when I was on the stage. It really was a feeling that I wasn’t expecting.

Buck and I propped some pillows up against the headboard and rested our backs on them while Sofia laid her head on my breast and I gently ran my hands through her long black hair.

“Sofia tells me that you’re not happy with your man, Jenna,” Buck said.

My face broke into a little blush. “He’s okay and he takes care of me,” I shyly admitted.

“If you’re looking for a change, maybe I could help.” My eyes widened and I patiently waited for him to continue. “I’d be more than willing to set you up in a condo in this building, little girl. I’d buy you a car, and take care of you, give you whatever you wanted. The only thing I’d ask in return is to stay over a night or two a week with you.”

He was making me a good offer, a really good offer. I knew he was serious and he had money, a lot more money than Derek. I ran the tips of my fingers over Sofia’s beautiful face and her pleading eyes met mine. It was obvious that his request took her by surprise and she didn’t want to share her man with me.

“I love spending time with you, Buck, both of you, and I’d love to do this again, whenever you want. But when I decide to make a change I’m probably just going to get an apartment of my own.”

“I understand, little darlin’, just know that my offer is on the table if you decide to change your mind.” He paused for a moment. “I’m more than willing to take care of you, just like I do with Sofia.”

“I’ll keep it in mind.”

“I gotta hit the head, ladies, and I’ll get us a few more bottles of water.” He slid out of bed and left the bedroom.

She reached up and gently slid her hand through my long blonde locks. “Thank you, honey. He really likes you, and it means a lot to me, you refusing him.”

“I’d never try to take him from you, and I’m not your competition when it comes to him, you know that, right?”

“I know, baby.”

“I’d never hurt you, Sofia.”

“I know you wouldn’t.”

There were a few moments of comfortable silence as we held each other tight. “Are you really going to leave Derek and get a place of your own?”

“I think so, I’m just not sure when.”

“You could always … you know … move in with me.”

“Would you really want that?”

She looked seriously into my eyes. “Yes, I would.”

Another very tempting offer. Being with her like this, sharing this experience with her, I was quickly developing feelings for this girl, and I knew now that she was also thinking of me as more than a friend. However, I also knew what moving in with her would mean. This was Buck’s condo, not hers, and if I moved in with her he’d then be paying my bills along with hers, and he’d be expecting everything from me that he expected from her.

Then my thoughts turned to Derek. I really appreciated everything he did for me. I loved how he took care of me and bought me everything I wanted; but I was also beginning to understand that everything he gave me came at a price. I was making very good money now and I was growing tired of being dependent on him. Letting Buck set me up in a condo, or even moving in with Sofia, would only be a change in geography, replacing one Sugar Daddy with another. She was really into Buck and especially everything that he did for her; but maybe as our relationship deepened she’d be open to us getting a place of our own and lessening our dependence on the men in our lives.

“We’ll talk about it more, honey, okay?” I said.

She moved up my body and we exchanged a slow, deep kiss. “Yes, baby, we will.”

It was about noon and Buck informed us that he was hungry and he’d ordered barbecue for lunch. When our takeout arrived we spread it out over the bed and ate the delicious food. I have to admit it did weird me out a little that neither of them bothered to put on their clothes before we ate. I just assumed that staying naked was just something they did when they were together and I just went along with them. It did make it more fun when I dripped some sauce on my breast and Sofia licked it clean.

Once we’d finished the food Buck informed us that even though he’d taken his Cialis he’d still need some time to get “Lieutenant Dangle standing up at attention again,” as he put it, and since he’d brought his laptop he decided to get some work done. Sofia and I talked for a few minutes and then cuddled up in each other’s arms and slept for a while.

I woke to find her spooning me, her arm protectively around me and her hand clasped in mine. Buck had thoughtfully thrown a sheet over us to protect us from the air conditioning. I wiggled out of bed and went to the bathroom to freshen up. When I came back into the bedroom she was stretching and yawning and trying to wake up, and I slid into bed next to her and we exchanged a little kiss. It felt so good feeling her naked body against mine, it was something that I couldn’t get enough of.

“Are you still letting Derek make those videos, pretty girl?” she asked.

My face broke into a deep blush just as Buck walked into the bedroom. “Did you say videos?”

I had no idea how to respond to either of them. Sofia and I were very close and we both knew a lot of intimate details about each other; but now, especially in front of her man, I wished very much that she would have kept that very private information to herself.

“Every now and then, we do,” I shyly admitted. That was definitely a lie. Derek and I had maybe a hundred hours of videos, and he’d taken more pictures of me than I could count. It had almost become a compulsion for both of us, but it certainly heightened the arousal level for both of us. In fact, I pretty much needed the cameras on to get into it anymore with him.

“Damn, little girl, that’s sexy as hell, what I wouldn’t pay to see some of that,” he said huskily. He stood naked by the bed, his closed laptop in his hands. He tilted his head and raised his eyebrows at me.

My eyes widened. Sofia had promised me an additional ten-thousand if I was willing to let Buck do anal. Even though the thought of letting him see one of my little video clips made me nervous, it was also very arousing and a perfect way to push the rest of the afternoon with him in the direction that I wanted it to go. I decided I didn’t want to squeeze any more money out of him but I did want the extra ten grand.

“Would you really want to see one?” I said shyly, dropping the bait.

“Hell yeah, baby, that would be hot as fuck.” I inwardly smiled. Hooked him.

“Well… I could show you one, I suppose. Do you want to crowd around my phone?”

“Darlin’, what kind of phone is that, an iPhone, right? You can mirror the screen onto the TV right over there and we can all watch it together.”

I thought about it for just a moment. I certainly didn’t want him to have my password, but mirroring would just play the image on his TV and not allow him to capture any actual keystrokes or anything. He showed me how to access his TV, then I logged onto my private cloud account.

“Okay, this is the first one we ever did. It’s a little … amateurish, I guess you could say, but it’s also got a lot of raw emotion and it’s one of my favorites.”

Buck crawled over Sofia to lie between us on the edge of the bed. We were like little kids all lined up, lying on our stomachs, anxiously waiting for the movie to start. I fiddled with my phone and it began playing on the large TV that was mounted on the wall across from the foot of the bed. I’d watched this one hundreds of times, so I was more interested in watching them as they viewed it.

“Jesus Christ,” he said as he watched the screen while I stepped out of the pool in my little green bikini. Water was slowly dripping off my body and my breasts gently swayed as I walked in slow motion up the steps. Sofia just stared in rapt attention as Buck reached between his legs to adjust himself. His hand then rubbed the back of my thigh as the screen showed my nearly naked body stretching on the chaise.

“God, baby, you’re so beautiful,” Sofia cooed. I slid my hand over Buck’s body and gently ran my hand over her ass. She was so engrossed in the screen I didn’t think she even noticed.

Then we got to the part where I lowered my bikini bottoms, exposing my asshole to Derek.

Buck’s jaw dropped open. “Holy mother of fucking God.” I couldn’t help but smile; I was proud.

The next sequence showed a long string of saliva dripping down onto my asshole and then Derek sliding his finger inside.

Buck gulped, swallowing hard. “I’ve seen my fair share of porn before, but this, Jesus Christ. Jenna, you’re a natural. I mean, look at you, the way you interact with the camera, it’s so … raw and … I can almost feel your emotions. It’s incredible … just fuckin’ incredible.”

There was a little break when Derek dropped the phone, but the next part showed his cock plunging in and out of me. Even though I was getting very aroused, I was also a little embarrassed when they heard me talking dirty to him. The final frames showed him pulling his cock out of my obscenely gaped asshole and his semen starting to ooze out and run down the inside of my thighs. When the clip ended, there were a few moments of stunned silence, then Buck rolled over onto his back.

I moved closer to him and took his rigid cock into my mouth. In one motion I took him all the way down. He groaned loudly as I bobbed up and down for a few strokes, then came back up to find Sofia’s lovely face right next to mine. I smiled and pushed his cock over to her, and she went down on him too. I pushed his legs apart and took his balls into my mouth, making sure to get them all nice and wet. I sucked his left ball and looked up between his legs to see Sofia plunging his cock in and out of her mouth in long, deep strokes.

I moved back up so both Sofia and I could kiss the sides of his cock, letting it slide up and down between our wet lips. By this time, when we got to his tip, pre-cum oozed out and our lips met each other in a salty kiss. We forgot about his cock for a few moments as we let him watch two beautiful girls enjoy a loving kiss. Reluctantly, I broke the kiss and returned to his cock, wrapping my lips around the base while Sofia bobbed up and down on the head. I slipped my hand down to fondle his balls again. Derek had taught me that the boys often get forgotten in all the excitement but they are a wonderful erogenous zone if managed properly. I carefully sucked both balls into my mouth, loving the feeling of power it gave me to suck those musty things.

“Hey, girls, easy now,” Buck chortled. “I don’t want to be coming just yet. Jenna, what else have you got to show us?”

“Yes, baby, put on another one,” Sofia encouraged as she smiled at me. She seemed to like my video almost as much as Buck did.

I scrolled through and found one about twenty minutes long that we entitled Fucking Whore, where I started off the video wearing a very tight red tube-top and a black leather mini-skirt with no underwear. We had found a little-used corner of an industrial area and Derek followed me as I walked through the parking lot; the camera started following my feet in my five-inch heels, then slowly tracked upwards and stopped about thigh-high. Derek then tilted the camera up to show my ass and the camera looked up my skirt as my hips swayed back and forth. In the bright sunlight you could plainly see my pussy and could catch occasional glimpses of my asshole.

“Fuck … me …” Buck groaned, meaning it as an exclamation. But Sofia took him seriously.

“Okay, big Daddy!” She crawled on all fours to the middle of the bed and assumed the advanced doggy position, putting her ass up but keeping her head down on the bed. She still faced the television, she made sure of that. Buck slithered around and got ready to fuck her, but I intercepted him and spit on his cock.

“For luck,” I told him. Then I engulfed his cock with my mouth, depositing more saliva on him. After a few deep plunges, I let it slide out of my mouth and it glistened in the afternoon light. He pushed forward slowly, his cock splitting Sofia’s pussy wide open. He slowly fucked her back and forth an inch at a time, sinking deeper and deeper inside her. Being my first threesome, I had never been this close to people actually fucking, and I loved it. Smelling her pussy, hearing the squishy noises, watching his cock plow into her and knowing how it felt, my juices were now dripping on to my inner thighs.

I need to come, but I don’t want to interrupt them.

At that moment Buck pulled his cock completely out, and I could see Sofia’s white secretions streaking his member. I looked up at him. “Go ahead,” was all he said. I quickly took him inside my mouth, tasting her wetness as his head penetrated into my throat.

Jesus Christ, that tastes good … cock and pussy at the same time.

He withdrew from my mouth and fucked Sofia again in one hard stroke. I looked at her on the bed and I decided there was enough room for me in front of her. I crawled around and slid up to her on my back, presenting my pussy to her.

“Yes! Let me taste that hot box, baby,” Sofia mewled.

When I lay down fully my head and shoulders were hanging off the end of the bed. But I found I could watch the TV screen that way, even if it was upside down. Sofia extended her tongue and drove it deep inside me. I pinched my nipples hard, adding to my arousal, as she fucked me with her tongue in hard rapid succession.

On screen the scene had changed to the inside of Derek’s Escalade where I was bent over the back seat in that same empty parking lot, his cock ramming in and out of me while I screamed a long string of obscenities like I imagined a whore would. Hearing me say those words that I never say made me blush even now and my body began to climb.

Buck’s body was slamming violently into hers and on each downstroke her face pushed hard into my pussy, sending her tongue even deeper inside me. She groaned on every plunge and the vibrations from her mouth only added to my excitement. Slapping sounds were now echoing off the walls of the bedroom as he brought his hand down on her ass while continuing to rut inside of her.

Don’t come yet, Buck, please.

“Sofe, don’t stop … you’re making me …”

I let out a loud ear-piercing screech, it was something I’d really never done before. Her mouth and tongue literally sent me over the edge. I knew I thrashed a lot when I came, but I didn’t expect to actually fall off the bed. When my senses returned I found myself on my back in a heap on the floor with Sofia laughing hysterically at me.

“You are too much, girl,” she said, still trying to catch her breath after her orgasm.

I peeked over the edge of the bed and met both of their eyes. “I’m okay,” I assured them. As strong as my orgasm was, and it was a top-five moment, I was also a bit disappointed in losing my ten thousand as I really didn’t think he could get it up again before the day ended. But life is full of surprises, and I got one from Buck that day.

“Get up here, little girl. Get next to Sofia.”

I crawled back up onto the bed and saw his dripping cock still at full hardness. He hasn’t come? Hot damn!

“You want that extra ten grand, don’t you, baby?”

I nodded quickly. “I’ve got lube in my bag if you let me–”

He shook his head. “We’re going natural, baby.”

Oh … ummm … I ‘ve never done that. Derek was always concerned about my safety and about cleanliness. Like, before I went to Sofia’s that day, I’d performed an enema to clean myself out. And we always used the best lubricant, not some cheap knock-off brands. I was still very hesitant, but if this was what he wanted I was not going to tell him no.

“Go slow, please, Buck?”

He wiped his cock along my asscrack, putting down the first base layer of lubricant as Sofia’s juices now coated my asshole. His thumb came next, and I could feel that it was wet and he began gently working it into my asshole.

“Yeah, that feels really good, Daddy,” I cooed.

Keeping his thumb inside my ass, he slid forward and pushed his cock inside my wet pussy. He worked his cock in and out of me for about a minute, ensuring that it was coated in my juices. Even though it was only his thumb, I still felt very full; being simultaneously penetrated was something that Derek and I had never tried.

He pushed his shaft into me to the hilt and then extracted his thumb. I felt his hot saliva dripping onto my ass as he kept me lubed up. He pushed his spit into my ass with this thumb while his cock continued to slowly penetrate me. Then he extracted the digit and another long string of saliva hit my asshole, and I knew I was beginning to open up because I felt some of it slip inside. It felt so forbidden, so taboo, letting him do this to me, someone I’d just met.

Buck pulled entirely out of me, wrapped his arms around my thighs, and pushed his tongue inside my ass, and I let out a long, deep moan. As he was packing my asshole with his saliva I slid my hand between my legs and began rubbing my clit. He eats my ass better than Derek, damn!

I felt my body begin to climb and I backed off and slowly edged myself as he continued to pack my ass full of his saliva. He used his other hand to scoop up some of my secretions and wiped them on my asshole again.

“You ready to do this, girl?”

“Give it to me,” I whispered.

He placed the head of his cock at my rear entrance and pressed forward ever so slightly.

That’s it … just a tiny bit … okay, good … oh, fuck, that’s the head … unh … okay … oh, God.

He eased forward again and there was a sharp little jolt of pain that felt like it was radiating from deep in my stomach. “Wait,” I called out and Buck stopped immediately. “Just give me … a moment.”

I took another deep breath and tried to relax more; the natural lube seemed to be working. I nodded to Buck and he started in again. Sofia had crawled back there to help out by dripping her saliva on his shaft, the part that had not yet penetrated me.

“Okay, more.” I looked up at the screen to see Derek taking my ass hard while he pulled my hair and I was loving it. I rocked backward on my knees, forcing the second half of his cock deep into my bowels. I screamed at the sudden sharp pain but it subsided quickly as my fingers strummed my clit again. I looked back as far as I could. “Fuck my asshole, Daddy. Fuck me good.”

Slap!

He spanked my ass cheek hard, but the sting felt good as he pulled his cock almost out and slammed it back inside me.

“Fuck me … fuck me … fuck my ass, Buck … fuck me!” His powerful strokes jackhammered into me over and over and I climbed quickly, the tension rising deep inside me. Occasional flickers of pain only seemed to magnify my pleasure. Buck grabbed my long hair and pulled my head back, mimicking what was happening on the screen.

“Take it all, bitch!” he grunted as he roughly slapped my ass several more times.

Own me … I am your bitch … fuck me harder … oh, God, I am that fucking whore on his TV … fuck me … almost …

I felt his rhythm change and his cock quivered inside my ass. His hot cum spurted inside me, I could feel it filling me as it spread. I exploded in a series of powerful orgasms that shocked me with their intensity.

When I’d somewhat recovered I collapsed on the bed. He was lying on top of me and I could feel his sweat dripping onto my body. His softening cock slipped out of me and he rolled over onto his back.

“That was so fuckin’ hot, I’ve never seen anything like that before,” Sofia said in amazement.

I flipped over onto my back and she slid on top of me, and we exchanged a long, passionate kiss while Buck was still trying to catch his breath.

“He’s going to have to leave pretty soon, honey, do you think you could spend the night with me?”

At that moment I wanted to stay with her more than anything. However, I knew that was an impossibility. “I can’t, baby, I have to get home to Derek.”

She leaned in and whispered into my ear. “Think about moving in with me, okay?”

“I will.”

I was able to take a quick shower, and after I dried off and got dressed I discovered that Buck had already left.

“Don’t worry, hon.” Sofia smiled at me. In her hand was a large thick manila envelope. “I counted it, twenty thousand, all for you.”

“Is this … okay with you? I mean, I’m not taking money out of your pocket, am I?”

“You are so sweet to think of me!” Sofia gushed. “Don’t you worry about me, he gives me a lot of money each week. But I wanted to ask you something else.”

“Okay,” I answered as I gathered up my few belongings.

“I just wondered if you wanted to come over during the day, like before we go to work.” She slipped her arms around my waist.

“That is something that will definitely happen, Sofia.” And we lovingly kissed for a full minute or so before I had to leave.

– – – – –

I got home a couple of hours before Derek was due. I needed that time to freshen up and try to reorient my brain and my emotions. So much had happened with Sofia that I was still processing the implications of it all. I did get a frozen lasagna going in the oven that would be ready when he came home.

I was touching up my makeup when a thought came to me, What if he wants sex tonight? I’d engaged in some really rough sex with Buck and I didn’t know if I could do it again so soon with Darek. He knew when I had my period so that wouldn’t work, but maybe I could fake a little headache or something.

Or … is this my guilt talking? Do I just not want to sleep with Derek anymore? Shit, shit, shit … I need to get a grip. Too much happened today for me to try to hide it all.

Then I thought of telling him that Sofia and I worked out earlier and it got a little out of control. Perfect, and I’ll just leave Buck out of the story. Yes, most of the guilt will be assuaged. I looked at my reflection in the mirror again. You aren’t fooling me, sister. I know what’s in your heart. I shook my head to clear my thoughts and kept making preparations for his arrival.

The lasagna was cooling on top of the stove when Derek came home and I met him at the door with his Dalwhinnie and rocks. I kissed him softly and he was very happy to see me.

“What smells so good?”

“I made lasagna!”

“By yourself?”

“Well, I had a little help from the frozen food section, yeah. It needs about ten minutes to cool down and then we can eat.”

“Perfect, baby. Let’s sit down for a sec.”

We eased over to his big easy chair where he sat down and I slid onto his lap like usual. I kissed him again, tasting his scotch on my tongue.

“How was your day, sweetie? Did you work on your tan or what?”

I ignored his little dig. “It was pretty good, how was yours?” I hadn’t decided yet just when I was going to tell him about Raven. He didn’t even know her real name was Sofia. It might turn him on or make him mad, I wasn’t sure. We’ll just see how it goes.

“It went great, sales are up in most of my locations.”

“That’s good news, I’m happy for you. Maybe those morning meetings are firing up your guys.” I took his glass and sipped a bit of whisky.

He smiled at me and I gave his glass back and he took a sip. “You know, when I went to college, my favorite class was marketing. It was a really interesting course and I learned so many new things, it really helped me push my old beat-up cars on people,” he gently teased.

Nice, Derek. Subtle, real subtle. “Well, it sounds like you had a good time in college,” I said patronizingly.

“The deadline for registering for the spring semester is coming up soon, Jenna, have you decided on what classes you want to take?”

There it is, I snidely thought. “No, I haven’t yet.”

“Well, I let you slide on the fall semester because of your parents. But you know what? I have my laptop right here, let’s get you going, we can choose your classes together.”

I wasn’t in the mood for this, any of it. “Oh! You let me slide, how kind of you. If you’re so interested in college and taking classes, maybe you should get your ass down to the admissions office and sign up,” I said sternly.

He took a deep breath. “When we met you told me you were a college student and dancing was a temporary summer thing; it doesn’t feel like that anymore.”

“So you’re my father now, telling me what to do, ordering me around?”

“Well, you do call me Daddy.” He immediately saw that his lame attempt at humor went nowhere, so he changed his tack. “Look, I only want you to be happy, honey, to have a fulfilling, productive life, and you’re so intelligent you could do so many amazing things.” He paused for a moment. “You didn’t think I wanted to spend the rest of my life with a strip–”

He wisely caught himself and didn’t finish his sentence, but he’d said enough. I harshly cut my eyes at him as I got off his fucking lap. Well, at least I don’t have to fake a headache now, I’m getting a real one. “You can do whatever the fuck you want, I’m going to bed.”

– – – – –

I told the DJ, a new sleazy guy named Mick, that I wasn’t going to dance on stage tonight. He reminded me of my obligation to the club and of the fines that would be imposed. I reminded him that I didn’t give a flying fuck, just don’t call my name.

However, I did need to make money, so I wandered out onto the main floor. Ever since Tony launched his ad campaign that featured my picture on those billboards the club had been packed, even on weeknights. I scanned the room and a bunch of guys noticed me and tried to wave me over, but one caught my eye. Unlike the rest of the men, who were seated, he was actually standing up, and he looked like he was desperately trying to get my attention. He was wearing a very sharp, expensive-looking three-piece business suit, which of course spoke of money. He looked to be in his early thirties and he was reasonably handsome. When our eyes met, I walked over to him and he sat back down.

“How are you doing this afternoon, honey?” I cooed.

“I’m well, Madi, how are you?”

“I’m doing great, just looking for a lap to sit on. Yours looks nice and comfy …”

“I don’t want a lap dance, but I would like to take you out to lunch so we can talk business.”

Jesus, another one of these guys. A couple times every shift there was a guy or two who wanted to take me out or tred to get me to go to his hotel room. Most days it felt like I needed to wear a sign that said I’m not a prostitute.

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, that’s not going to happen, but thanks anyway, enjoy your day.” Just as I was about to turn and walk away he stopped me.

“How about an hour in the VIP room? Are you up for that?” he said drily.

I’m always up for that. “Now you’re talkin’, baby, let’s go.” When he stood up I tried to take his hand but he quickly pulled it away from me; it was something that no man had ever done. “Ummm … right this way,” I said while trying to keep the bewildered look off my face.

We walked to the back of the club and approached Terence’s station. Again this guy was all business. “An hour,” he said curtly after pulling out his credit card.

Terence ran his credit card, the guy signed the receipt, and then he carefully folded his copy and slid it into his wallet like he’d be needing it again for some reason. It struck me as odd because most guys just stuffed them into their pockets or threw them away.

“I’ve got you in room one, Madi,” Terence said.

“Thank you.”

Without even waiting for me he proceeded to the stairs and I managed a quick-paced walk to try to catch up with him. He blew right past Andy, who gave me a surprised look. I just shrugged my shoulders and held my hand up as if to say I don’t know and I followed him into the first room. He sat down at the small table in the corner. Nobody ever sits here. What is going on?

“You’ll enjoy this a whole lot more if you sit on the bench over by me,” I purred as I sat down on the cushioned bench, patting the space next to me.

He used his foot and slid the other chair towards me. “Have a seat.”

“Ummm … okay.” I stood up and reached behind my back to unlatch my little pink lace bra, and he stopped me.

“Leave it on, have a seat,” he repeated.

My eyes widened and I sat down in the chair and crossed my legs. What the hell is going on? I’d taken quite a few guys into the VIP room, but none of them ever acted like this.

“My name is Atticus Davis and I’m a talent scout and manager from Los Angeles.”

I tried to keep the skeptical look off my face, but I’m sure I didn’t hide it very well. I’d heard this tired line about a million times as well, “I can make you rich, I can make you famous,” but my breasts were in their faces when they were saying it.

“It’s nice to meet you, Atticus, just what is this about? You’ve got … fifty-eight minutes.”

“I work for a company called Premier Talent.” He pulled a fancy-looking little leather case out of the breast pocket of his suit, pulled out one of his cards, and handed it to me. “My boss saw the Rhino’s ad campaign and he sent me here to talk to you.”

I laughed. “Do you know how many times I’ve heard this little spiel? The card’s a nice touch, though, it looks really fancy,” I said with a touch of sarcasm.

He thought for a moment. “Maybe this will help prove my bona fides.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

I instantly cut my eyes at him. “You’re not taking any pictures of me. I can have that big guy out there in this room in two seconds and he’ll beat your ass right before he throws you out into the parking lot,” I said sternly, “with your broken phone.”

His eyes widened, and for the first time there was a little look of fear. “I won’t take any pictures of you, but may I show you something?”

“Okay,” I said hesitantly.

He hit a couple of buttons on his phone and held it up to my face. “This is my company’s website.”

I had to admit it was a fancy webpage. It looked professional, polished. I’d seen enough shitty websites to know that this one hadn’t been haphazardly thrown together. He hit another couple of buttons. “This is my picture, you can see that it’s me, right?” I looked at the picture and then his face; the two images were nearly identical.

Could this guy be legit? “Let’s assume for a moment that you are who you say you are. What do you want?”

“My company would like to represent you and bring you to Los Angeles. We represent all the major gentlemen’s clubs in The Basin and they pay us to find new talent.”

“The what? Basin?”

He smiled. “The greater Los Angeles metropolitan area. L.A. is ringed by mountains, but … never mind that.”

“I … I’ve … never been out of Texas,” I shyly admitted. Los Angeles … Hollywood … hmmmm.

“We also represent … other interests, but we don’t have to go into that now.” He paused for a moment. “I wanted to talk to you yesterday, but I got here too late and the club was packed. I tried to get your attention several times, but you were always with other men.”

What he said was true. We’d been slammed every night since Tony launched that ad campaign and I remembered one of the security guys telling me that there was even a 45-minute wait to get into the club due to the long line at the front door. I pushed that thought out of my mind and focused on him. “Why would I want to go to California? This is my home and I’m happy here.”

That was a white lie, or maybe even a bold outright lie. My relationship with Derek was deteriorating, even if I didn’t want to admit it. The more time I spent with him, the more I realized what we had together had run its course. He was pushing me so hard to stop dancing and enroll in college; ending things with him wasn’t a matter of if, it was a matter of when. A couple of times I’d even looked at rental sites on the internet to see what I could expect to pay for an apartment of my own.

“It’s much more lucrative to dance in Los Angeles. It’s the second largest city in the country, and much bigger than Dallas; more men means more money.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” he said enticingly.

“It just seems … you know … so far away.”

“It’s a three-hour flight, not far at all.”

My head was spinning, this was all coming at me so fast. “I … I need some time to think about this.”

“I’m leaving tomorrow morning for New York and then Miami. There are a couple of girls that I need to speak to, but I’ll be back in Dallas in a week.”

“Okay.”

“I know we’ve just met, and I’m not trying to pressure you, but I’d like you to consider something before I go.” I nodded my head and he continued. “All of those men out there, all of the money they’re spending, all of the revenue that’s being generated for your co-workers and the owner of this club, came from one place.”

My jaw dropped as the realization of what he was telling me hit home. “Me,” I whispered.

That photographer took photos of both me and Raven, together and separately; both of our pictures were on his website, but the only image on all those billboards was mine.

He smiled. “Yes, you. My boss estimates that your ad campaign has already generated over half a million dollars of revenue for this club in only a few weeks.” He paused for a moment. “How much of that money have you seen?”

“None of it.”

Of course, just like the rest of my coworkers, I was making more now because the club was packed, even during the weekdays, but I’d never actually been paid anything to let Tony use my likeness.

“It’s your image on all those billboards, and had I been representing you I would have demanded that a percentage of those proceeds go to you. You may not see it, but you’re incredibly talented and I can make big things happen for you; all you have to do is let me.”

My head was still spinning, but I attempted to respond coherently. “We’ll be in touch, okay?”

He stood up. “I look forward to hearing from you.”

– – – – –

Traffic was light and I actually made it to work a little after 3:00. It was actually nice outside now that the temps had gone down and the humidity had vanished. A few dead maple leaves blew by my feet. Autumn is here.

I was relaxing in the break room for a few minutes and sipping my bottle of iced tea when Sofia walked into the room. Her cheeks looked inflamed and her eyes were red and puffy, like she’d been crying. Immediately, I stood up and rushed over to her, and she melted into my arms and we held each other tight for several seconds as I tried to comfort her.

“Baby, are you alright, what’s wrong?” I said gently.

“My brother called me a couple of hours ago, my Mom slipped in the bathroom and hit her head. She might … she might not make it … and if she does, she’s going to need a lot of long-term care.”

I gently wiped some of the tears off her cheeks. “I’m so sorry.” I took her hand and we sat down at the table and I took both of her hands in mine.