She asked nicely, so I guess I have to fucking oblige - I push her thong to the side and turn her over before grabbing her ass cheeks and pushing her down. My cock slides inside her in a flash, a long moan pouring out of her lips. She starts jumping up and down on my cock, clawing at my chest with her long fingernails.
“My God…” She moans. “You’re… huge.” I guess she didn’t believe the rumors, or watch the television, since she sounds so fucking surprised. Well, all the better for her.
I thrust at her as hard as I can, my eyes wandering down to the dance floor below past Marta. Nothing better than fucking a tight pussy while you can still appreciate an army of perfect strippers down on the stage.
My thrusts have her screaming her head off. Her body quivers and her pussy tightens around my cock as her whole body starts to tremble in ecstasy.
Great. She’s cumming. I hope she doesn’t stop because I’m still too far away from my own fucking climax.
That’s when I see her. There’s a woman I’ve never seen before among the other strippers - she’s probably one of the new girls, but there’s something in her that makes me unable to look away. I’m not sure if it’s the innocent look on her face or the perfect way she moves across the floor.
I grit my teeth harder, grabbing the stripper and holding her down as my cock starts to spasm violently. I’m not ready to cum yet. I want to watch this girl on stage dance. But just looking at her is doing it for me like nothing else. I can feel my balls begin to fucking tighten up. I don’t want to lose myself so quick.
I slow down my thrusts and feel myself start to get control back. Marta looks back at me. “Why’d you slow down, Sire?” she asks.
But I’m not paying attention to Marta. My eyes are focused on the main stage. At the beautiful woman who’s dancing. I’m timing my strokes to her moves. She looks up at the private room and for a second I think she can see through the one-sided mirrors.
Fuck.
5
Alicia
Okay, can I just say for my own self-defense that when Samantha Scar, the District Attorney for New York State walked into the offices of The News of the Times, I never really thought that sitting in on the meeting would lead me to getting ready to go on stage at a strip club.
I mean, come on, hello, can we say surreal? This just happens to be the day that I just caught my asshole boyfriend, sorry ex-boyfriend, cheating on me.
But actually, you know, I've got to be honest with you. If I can't be honest with you, there's really no point in this, is there? :)
And if I'm being honest with you, the truth is that I'm really not that sad because of Jake anymore. There's only one thought going through my head right now.
Revenge. Not on Jake. But on Derrick Blaine.
Derrick is the reason why Jake is the way he is. People like Jake look up to people like Derrick. He makes using and losing women look sexy and cool. He made tormenting me look like the popular thing to do.
So when Samantha walked in, I was all ears. I was sitting in Mike’s office. He had also invited Danielle Marlowe, the CEO of the paper to join us.
"We're going to take that man down," the District Attorney said. "And this paper is going to help me do just that."
I was curious at first how this was going to happen, but she just looked at me. "You're the reporter that grew up in St. Livy, right?" she asked. I nodded with a startled expression. She'd done her homework. "Alicia Bayer, right?"
I nodded again, too surprised to even speak.
“Alicia is one of our smartest up-and-coming employees," Mike said. "She regularly writes on Page Eight."
I rolled my eyes. I'd just drafted my first draft of a Page Eight piece that morning - about the antics of Prince Blaine, but I guess that meant regularly when talking to the District Attorney. To date, I could count on one hand how many times I'd been allowed to land on Page Eight - but hopefully that luck would change. People in the industry looked to Page Eight as the gold standard for career launch pads – everyone in the newspaper wanted to be there.
"What are you writing about what happened this morning?" Samantha asked me, her eyes sharply descending on me.
"Well," I said taking a deep breath. "I talked to some people. I'm still waiting to hear back..."
If I bring charges against him, he could lose his visa and be deported from the country," Samantha said, cutting me off. "I want you to include that. Tell them you got it from a source."
I gulped. That was a little extreme, wasn't it? I didn't like him at all, but to kick him out?
"Okay," I mumbled and took down some notes.
"But," Samantha continued, not even paying me any attention, "Before I can deport him, we need to really get some dirt on the scumbag," she said.