Styx
THE NIGHT IS ALMOST OVER, but the club is packed to the brim with screaming women, waiting to get every single penny’s worth of their cover charge for the night.
I don’t think I’ve ever danced so much in the whole time that I’ve been working at Walk Of Shame. It’s fucking insane tonight and to be honest; I can’t wait to be out of here so I can think straight.
“Over here, Styx!”
“Bring your sexy ass to us and take it off!”
“Huuuurrryyy! Now!”
A group of women over in the VIP lounge, wave their money at me and whistle for me to come over to the couch as if I’m their little pet.
I’ve gotten used to it, but sometimes it makes me wish that I could go one damn night without all the screaming, whistling and groping.
I can’t even count how many times my cock has been groped and pulled on in the year that I’ve been here.
Lowering my jeans down my waist a bit, I straddle the lap of the closest woman in my reach and grind my hips against her, while gripping her hair, like I would if we were actually fucking.
Hands reach into my jeans, tugging in between our bodies, and fighting to shove money inside as close to my dick as they can.
One even shoves her hand in far enough to almost grab my balls.
This has me standing up from the first woman’s lap and picking this new girl upside down to grind my crotch in her face.
She wants to grab my shit, then I’ll pound her face with it and give her a taste of what she won’t be getting tonight.
Squirming in my arms, she grabs onto my thighs and laughs as I gently bite her leg, before turning her around and setting her back on her feet.
Smiling, she places a twenty between her teeth and then bends down in front of me to shove it into the top of my jeans.
Hands grope at my ass and squeeze, my jeans immediately being ripped away, when I step out of them to get down to only my white boxer briefs.
Laughing, Sara, comes up out of nowhere and throws a pitcher of water at me, soaking myself and the women hanging on me.
This causes the crowd of women to scream and go crazy, enjoying the very visible view of my cock through the white fabric, as I fuck the air fast and hard.
Sara lifts a brow and looks down at my dick bouncing. “You can thank my ass later, big guy.”
Shaking my head, I wink at Sara, as money comes flying from all around me, women desperate to get as good a view as they can.
I notice two women come at me at the same time, before I hear yelling and see the taller of the two girls reach for the other one’s hair, yanking her down to the ground.
Kage seems to be too preoccupied with trying to get laid, to notice, so I yank the taller girl away from the girl on the ground and throw her over my shoulder, stalking toward the door.
She immediately takes this as an invite to shove both her hands down the back of my wet briefs and squeeze my ass as I walk.
Lane grips my arm as I walk past him to get outside. “Another female behaving badly or is your ass trying to escape to go get laid?”
I bump him with my shoulder, too annoyed to answer his dumb ass question. I need to get this woman off me so I can get this night over with. “Move,” I growl,” as I walk past him and into the grass.
With quickness, I pull her off of me and set her back down to her feet. She just laughs and reaches for my dick as if I didn’t just kick her out of the club.
She thinks this is all fun and games, but I don’t take someone getting attacked around me as a fucking joke.
I yank her hands away from my dick and help her down to the ground so she won’t fall over. “A cab will be called for you. Sit here and don’t move.”
Her eyes widen in disbelief when she realizes what just happened and that I’m about to leave her here. “Where are you going?” She yells at my back.
“Make sure she gets in a cab,” I tell Lane as I walk past him and back into the loudness of the club.
Taking a second to breathe, I glance over at Kage to see him hold five fingers up. Five minutes. Five more fucking minutes and this night from stripper hell is over.
My ass is about ready to fall over from exhaustion, but these women need to leave here satisfied and ready to come back each week and it’s my job to make sure that happens.
Nodding my head at Kage, I rush over to the other side of the room, where Kash is upside down on a chair, thrusting his hips in some girl’s face.
Picking some random woman that catches my eye, I pull her chair away from the table and pick her up, so that her legs are wrapped around my waist.
I place her hands on my chest and run them down my body, while I move my hips against her to the music.
She covers her face with her free hand, embarrassed.
Not wanting to get mixed up in the crowd again for the night, I focus my attention on the brunette in my arms, until the last song finally ends.