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“I see you got a Lily,” Skip added. “Defense, defense!” he yelled.

“Yes I did, and no, not because of The Lily Room, Skip,” The Lily Room is a special room for VIP members at Nostalgia, where I work. I am the most sought after pin-up princess in Vegas. It is my room. I named it due to the fact my mother who had passed away loved Lily’s. That part of my life is true. Well, actually, everything I have told Vice about me is true. I have told him about my entire life and he more than likely knows me better than I know myself… except for where I work and the fact that my brother is Chase Miller. I was anticipating him asking me what my brothers name is, but to my surprise and utter happiness, he has never asked. If he had, I would have told him the truth then.

“Sure, sure,” he blew me off.

I elbowed Skip in the ribs making him wince. “I was kidding, just kidding. I believe you, Harlow, fuck!”

“Kay,” I nodded once, then heard the bathroom door open.

I watched the hallway and within five seconds, Vice came down the hallway to the living room in his tight black t-shirt hugging his biceps and faded blue jeans, his hair messy and wet from his shower. He is one of the most gorgeous men I had ever laid eyes on and he is mine, all mine… well, that is if I can play my cards right.

“Mmm, sexy,” I muttered under my breath.

“What was that?” Vice asked, taking my hand and pulling up from the couch, bringing me back to his lap on the chair.

“You’re sexy,” I touched his cheek with my fingertip.

He wasn’t supposed to hear me, but he did and I wasn’t going to lie when he asked. It is definitely my goal to get him naked. I will see where all those tattoos lead to. It has been a fantasy of mine to trace every one of them with my fingertip.

“Thank you,” he smiled against my lips, wrapping his arms tighter around my waist as he kissed me. I could never get sick of him.

After all of the lying I have had to do for the last four years, I just want to tell him nothing but the truth. I looked him in his dark brown eyes, holding his face with my hands.

“Do you know how long I have had a crush on you, Mr. Vice Jackson?”

He smiled. “I do not, Miss. Harlow Jean,”

“Four years,” I held his gaze, studying him for some kind of reaction.

“If only you knew I felt the same way four years ago. We wouldn’t have wasted so much time,” he caressed my cheek softly, I closed my eyes.

Why does he always have to be so perfect, and say all of the right things? Why can’t he just kick me off of his tattoo table, or his lap and out his door?

After the next few hours of watching the guys play PS3, Chode and Vinny left the apartment. Skip, Vice and I decided on watching a movie and ordering pizza. When the evening finally started to calm down, Vice turned the living room lights off and we settled in on the leather lounge chair. I was beginning to get that the chair was claimed as Vice’s, it made me laugh inside. Like Vice was the king and the chair were his throne.

“Are you comfortable?” Vice whispered in my ear adjusting the plaid blanket over the both of us. It was either too hot without air conditioning, or it got too chilly with it on. In Vegas, you never win... literally.

I nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine,”

I was more than fine. I was fucking fantastic wedged between the arm of the chair and Vice’s hip. I was nestled nicely with my head upon his chest and my right hand on his thigh. My left hand which was underneath me was becoming quite numb, but I didn’t care. Being this close to Vice felt natural, I felt safe. I haven’t felt that way in five years since I had moved in with my brother and started working at Nostalgia. Even though this was the first time Vice and I have hung out outside of Mad Tatter, it feels as though we never skipped a beat. Like this was something we had already grew accustomed to.

I squeezed him closer feeling the sense of home, and security making me smile. He stared at the flat screen all the while running his fingertips up my arm to my shoulder, then back down. Tingling and goosebumps, my skin was reacting. My body was on overdrive.

Most assume that us girls in The Lily Room are whores, hookers, call girls, escorts, whichever term they wish to choose. I suppose some do what they do, but myself, I haven’t had sex since I have met Vice. He is always on my mind, and to me, no guy compares to him. Even before I met Vice, I never slept with clients, ever.

Without noticing, while deep in thought, I was lightly rubbing Vice’s thigh. I immediately felt a sense of warmth travel from below my belly button to my core, soaking my panties. I suddenly became nervous, yet excited at the same time. His fingers still caressing my arm, making the sensual sensation become stronger between my legs. Throughout the evening he has been a perfect gentleman not even attempting to get into my pants. Leave it to me to try and get into his.

I slowly turned my head, placing a soft kiss on his chest. His eyes still on the television, he turned placing a kiss on my forehead making me smile. I was rubbing his thigh a little more, and in between his legs. He exhaled slowly, slouching more into the chair, squeezing me tighter against him.

I looked over, Skip’s eyes were fixed on the flat screen. He wasn’t even paying attention. I took full advantage. I moved my hand from between his legs, up his thigh, and over his crotch only to discover a raging hard on. My core throbbed, I bit my lip and continued to rub him over his jeans.

He pressed his hips upward toward my hands motion and I felt an urge to touch him. I traced my fingertips beneath the waist line of his boxer briefs and jeans, I took him into my hand. I felt my heart skip a beat at the size of him. Okay, so… a giant, raging hard on. I stroked him gently, rolling the pad of my thumb against the wetness of his precum. I uncontrollably groaned against his chest.

Without warning, Vice was up and out of the chair, picking me up and carrying me to his bedroom. I watched Skip’s expression as I was draped over Vice’s shoulder. Skip had a smirk on his face, his eyes still on the television. We disappeared down the hallway.

Vice set me to my feet as we entered his room, he shut the door behind him.

“Fuck, I want you.” he whispered, grabbing the back of my head, pressing my lips to his. He kissed me hungrily with much need.

I wanted to take my time and trace every inch of his ink with my fingertips, but not tonight, not now. After four years of no sex, I was starving. I gripped the hem of his black t-shirt and raised it. He quickly threw it off and tossed it to the floor as I unbuttoned his jeans. My hands wrapped around his waist and down his ass. I pushed his jeans and briefs down to his ankles, he kicked them off.

I took his girth into my hands stroking upwards, bringing more precum to the surface. I continued to stroke him with his own lubrication. He kissed me hard, letting out a growl against my lips as he unbuttoned my jean shorts. I wasted no time dropping them to my ankles and kicking them off while ripping my tank top off, next… my bra.

I felt a little insecure to the uncertainty of how he would feel about my fake D cup breasts. It Didn’t matter, if he was into me, he would be into the implants, too. His hands traced my ass, across my torso, then up to my breasts. I felt him throb in my hands as he took my nipples in between his fingertips.

“Holy shit, Harlow,” he seethed. “You’re fucking perfect,”

No uncertainty there. I smiled against his lips. “Lay down, Vice,”

His brown eyes stared into mine the entire time he moved, he slowly laid onto his bed and continued to stare at me. Normally one would think it was an embarrassing moment, like you are under the radar. I wasn’t uncomfortable by any means. I could see it in his eyes that he liked what he saw. That made me feel like I was the prettiest woman in the world.

“Come here, beautiful,” his voice was deep, and husky. He gestured his hands out for me. I wanted to run and pounce on him but controlled the urge, and quickly yet gracefully walked to the bedside without seeming as eager as I truly was.

I knelt down on the black and blue striped bed, crawling my way to Vice. I straddled his hips, wrapping my arms around his neck. I pressed my lips to his, grinding my core on his hardness. I moaned loudly into his mouth. I felt how wet I already was against him, between my legs sliding back and forth against his hardness with ease. Vice placed his strong hands on my hips, pulling me down upon him harder as I rolled my hips in a circle.

“You are so incredibly wet,” he growled. “Holy fuck,”

He quickly released his hands and grabbed a condom from the bedside drawer. I grabbed it from him, opening the gold Magnum package with my teeth. I sat up, rolling the latex over his already wet erection with a slow, patient touch. I looked up at him, Vice’s eyes were closed waiting for my impending heat around him.

I planted my feet on either side of his hips and slowly lowered myself, the sore skin of my tattoo stretching making me wince just a little, as it lacked Goo. It suddenly went completely unnoticed. I would take care of it after wards.

I felt the tip of Vice straining at my entrance. I pressed down farther, and farther until I felt him stretch me, filling me up fully. He fit me perfectly.

“Mmm,” I moaned as I started to work my hips up and down, becoming even wetter for him.

His hips began to buck faster, meeting my rhythm. I could feel the impending orgasm building deep in my core. He grabbed my hips to still me, pumping from underneath me. My core throbbing with each noise our bodies made as they made contact.

“You feel so good, Vice,” I cried out, my hands gripping his chest with his hips moving faster, his erection going deeper.

“Cum on me,” he demanded between breaths.

“Oh, God, yes,” I screamed out pressing his hips to the bed so I could take over. I went to my knees, bucking my hips faster, up and down, his hands squeezing my ass.

“Watch me,” I whispered against lips, planting a soft kiss.

I went back to my feet quickly, feeling myself on the verge of bliss. I had a surprise for Vice, one that I was hoping he would welcome. On my feet, I pumped the tip of him faster.

“Watch, Vice,” I cried as my body began to tremble. His thumb reached my tender, swollen nub, circling in delightful motion. With one last cry out, I felt the heat, my heat coming with a force… I showered him with my sex as I pumped slowly.

“Holy shit,” he moaned loudly, eyes still on our bodies connection. I felt him throbbing inside of me, I knew he more than welcomed my gift of showered appreciation.

I buckled on top of him, resting my head on his chest as I was trying to catch my breath.

“What the hell was that?” he asked, his breathing matching mine. He ran his fingers through my hair, holding me tighter against him.

“That, was a little taste of Harlow Jean,” I laughed.

Chapter Three

Vice

Harlow… Oh. My. God. The woman is perfect. Watching her perfect body working over me. Her perfect D cup tits bouncing as she rides me. Truthfully, it is a beautiful sight to see.

“Watch, Vice,” she cried out, her body was starting to shake. I immediately brought my thumb to her clitoris, making her orgasm that much more intense.

I kept my eyes between her legs, watching her take me in halfway and back up again, repeatedly in steady rhythm. Then, I felt it… I felt the heat I had felt earlier today when my finger was inside of her, now around my hardness. I kept my eyes on our connection. Within seconds of feeling the heat, it happened. Harlow’s sex happened all around me. As the heat continued to flow, I looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed, her bottom lip between her teeth as she moved ever so slowly. That was when I lost it. I lost my heart, and myself.

“What the hell was that?” I asked her, not quite understanding the feeling in my chest. I was trying to catch my breath as I ran my fingers through her silky, blonde hair.

“That, was a little taste of Harlow Jean,” she said breathlessly, then laughed making me smile.

If that was a little of her, I can only imagine what all of her would do to me. I held her tightly to my chest for a few moments until she rolled beside me, our breathing now steady. Her leg draped over mine, her head and left hand on my chest.

“That was amazing,” she sighed, entwining her fingers with mine.

“You’re amazing, Harlow,” I squeezed her hand then kissed her on her forehead. She was amazing in ways she would never know.

For the next few days, Harlow and me were pretty much conjoined at the hip. She called in sick at the flower shop, letting her brother know that she would be back to work on Thursday as she needed to 'get well'. Unfortunately, I had to carry on with work. Harlow hung around the shop, helped us out quite a bit at the register, answering the phones setting up appointments, and made our clients as comfortable as possible while they waited.

I watched her with a smile on my face, I could get used to seeing her around everyday. But, eventually she was going to have to go back to work, and I know that seeing her constantly was going to be difficult. But, I had her now… I will take what I can get.

“You should quit the flower shop and work here, Harlow Jean,” Skip said over the buzzing of his gun. “The clients like you,”

I could hear the multiple “Hell, yeah!” coming from the clients as she was bent over in her short white shorts and a low cut top, picking up a wrapper from gauze that had fallen to the floor. It made me laugh, though I continued with my work.

It was now Wednesday and it was my longest day at the shop so far this week. I just got done working on a huge back piece for a friend of mine, it was his fourth session on this one tattoo. He is in the army and unfortunately, a few of his fellow soldiers were kidnapped and tortured in ways one could never imagine. The piece was a memorial for his friends. It was just as important to me as it was for him.

“It looked amazing, Vice,” Harlow said from behind me as I was cleaning up getting ready for my next client. “His story was so sad,” Harlow had cried as he told her the story.

“It is, but... unfortunately it's life,” I wiped the table down with disinfectant wipes. She stayed quiet for a moment. I was sure she was thinking about her mother.