Sarah shrugs her shoulders and grabs for a couple glasses when she notices some girls returning back to the bar with empty ones. “He’s a little tougher to take down if you know what I mean. All I know about Cale is that he doesn’t fuck women. He only pleasures them and lets them pleasure him. I don’t know why. All I know is that all of these women are hoping to be the lucky one that gets him to go all the way. I don’t know. I would definitely take him for a ride. I heard he works wonders with his tongue. I’ve never experienced it firsthand, but the women around here talk. When you’re a bartender, you get all of the latest scoop. It’s part of the reason why I love my job so much. That and those fine as fuck men. I can get off just by watching them. I can’t say that about many men.”
She pushes the drinks in front of the other women, then comes back to us. “All I know is that you don’t come to Walk of Shame unless you’re looking to fulfill your darkest, wildest fantasies. This place is dirty. The boys are dirty; addictive.” She slaps her hand down on the bar top and laughs. “Well, have fun, ladies. Gotta get back to work.”
I swallow hard and look away from Sarah while trying to process everything that just came out of her mouth. I guess when you’re hot as hell and surrounded by a sexual lifestyle, it doesn’t really matter who’s watching or joining in. Slade . . . seems to like sex more than the average male and pleasures like a pro . . . like an addict. Still, the sexiest man I have ever laid eyes on. He’s definitely trouble and I need to keep my mind off him.
“Oh. My. God.” Kayla grabs my arm and starts pulling me through the crowd. “Did you hear her? Hemy must be the other stripper I was telling you about. That’s insanely hot.”
“I don’t know, Kayla. This place seems pretty fucking wild. You heard her. The boys are dirty. You better be careful before you find yourself in a position you don’t want to be in.”
She stops and turns to me. “What? Like you?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.” Pulling away from her, I push through the crowd, just wanting to get away and my heart instantly stops when I lay eyes on . . . him. Slade is standing shirtless with a pair of leather pants hanging low on his hips, holding a water bottle above his head.
His head is tilted back as the water drips down his flawless body and his hand works its way down where it cups his dick while he practically fucks the air. He thrusts and grinds his hips while a couple of women are on their knees in front of him.
His body is slick, sexy and hypnotizing; it’s hard to breathe as I watch him move to the slow, seductive song. I can feel Kayla standing beside me and even her breathing has picked up.
“She wasn’t kidding when she said these boys are dirty and addictive,” Kayla breathes while grabbing my arm and pulling me against her. “Look beside Slade.” I pull my eyes away from Slade to see a very attractive guy with long dark hair, brushed behind his ears. “That sexual predator there is Hemy; totally fuckable and I want to be his prey. I can’t stop imagining him kissing another sexy guy now. Oh man, that would be so hot. I would pay good money to see that. I don’t know why, but it has me turned on right now.”
I focus my attention on Hemy in hopes it will distract me from Slade’s smooth, very wet body. It helps a little. Hemy is very sexy in the mysterious, dark way. His dark hair falls just above his shoulder and he has a beard, but not an overly long unattractive one. It’s just enough to scream that he’s a bad boy with dark secrets, much like Slade. His body is perfectly sculpted and he too is covered in random tattoos. Even his neck has tattoos. He definitely screams bad and dirty.
Kayla and I watch as he moves his hips up and down, grinding in some thick woman’s face. The woman keeps reaching out and scratching at his chest, causing Hemy to thrust her face away with his crotch. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of low hanging leather pants, just like Slade. These boys are definitely killing it with those pants. They don’t leave much up to the imagination since neither of them are wearing briefs underneath. I can tell from across the room. I don’t even want to check on Cale. This is too dirty and sexy.
“You like looking at Hemy,” a deep voice growls in my ear. “If he turns you on that much, I would let him watch as I fuck you. Maybe he could jerk off as you scream for me to let you come.”
Swallowing hard, I pull away from Slade and turn around to face him. There’s no humor in his eyes, just pure want and need. “Yeah. Maybe I do like watching Hemy.” For some reason, I want to tease him; see what kind of reaction I can get out of him. “I can’t stop imagining how hot it must be to see him kiss another sexy guy.” I lick my lips and smile over at Kayla as she lifts her eyebrows, probably wondering where I’m going with this. “It’s definitely got me turned on.”