Caught: Contemporary Taboo Romance (11 page)

Kentucky, of all places, was where I found the first woman to fit my list of wants, needs and desires. Her dark, raven black hair and made-up face were beautiful. The plaid skirt and white blouse were icing on the cake. I could see her taking what she wanted in life. More than anything, I wanted to hear her story. I’d paid to spend time with the most beautiful women in all the world already.

Her name was unknown, but that wouldn’t last long. As I watched her move across the stage like a sexual cat-woman, a desire grew inside me. My dick got hard too, but it was the itch in my brain that made her stand out from all the other hot, young women in the club. Big Joe’s was well known locally from what I could tell. The weekend crowd was similar to what I’d seen elsewhere in the Midwest.

I watched her beautiful, bare breasts swing and sway as she floated across the stage and back to that big, silver pole. She clutched it like it was a giant cock. As she twirled herself around, giving me a better view of her from every angle, the men crowded around the stage cheered. I stayed in the back, in the darkness. If I gave her money, it would be for a private dance.

“Can I help you, baby,” a middle aged blond woman asked.

“Yes, you can.” I pulled out a hundred dollar bill. “Get the dancer on stage to come see me when she’s done.”

A frown appeared on her face for a second, but she took the crisp bill and walked away. I lit up a cigarette and waited for her public dance to end. Giving the older dancer such a big amount for a simple task would let all the other dancers know I had money to blow. All that mattered to me was getting the nameless woman on the stage in a private back room to talk to her.

Three

Mia

After my dance, I headed back to the dressing room to get a drink and catch my breath before I tried to talk someone into a private lap dance in the VIP room. It was the only way I could actually make some decent money. The men I’d seen right in front of the stage left a lot to be desired, but I’d do whatever it took to make money.

“You doing good tonight,” Tammy said as she walked into the dressing room.

I didn’t look away from my image in the mirror in front of me. “Thanks.”

“No, I mean you doing really good. Or about to do better. Some guy in back gave me a hundred to tell you to go see him right away.”

Interested, I looked at her in the mirror. “Is he new?”

“I ain’t seen him before,” she said.

I corrected her grammar in my mind. “Okay, thanks. Can you take me to him?”

“Sure. He’s a whale, for sure.”

I stood up and turned to her with a smile on my face – practice for the stranger who wanted to see me. Whoever he was, he’d given Tammy a hundred to deliver me a message, a very good sign. I followed her through the club to a dark corner. When I saw him for the first time, I was surprised. He looked nice, a lot unlike most of the other customers at Big Joe’s Gentleman’s Club.

“Here you go,” he said, handing Tammy another hundred dollar bill.

She grabbed it out of his hand and scurried away. It was probably the most money she’d made in a single night for at least half a decade. Unlike me, she hadn’t planned for the future. From what I’d been able to observe, it took everything she had just to make the bills every month. An addiction to pills didn’t help her. All that left my mind as I concentrated on the man in front of me.

“Nice dancing,” he said. “Have a seat.”

“Okay, daddy,” I said, sitting next to him on the bench.

“Don’t call me that, please.”

“Okay. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault. Do a lot of guys ask for that around her?”

I nodded my head, very intrigued by the man. He was well dressed in a suit. His face had clear features that were pleasant to the eyes. Something about his nose – maybe the shape – drew my eyes to it more than once, but it gave him a sense of character, like the actor Owen Wilson. We stared at each other for a full minute, neither of us saying anything.

“I would, however, like to take you to the VIP room for the rest of the night. Will five hundred suffice?”

“Yeah. Come with me.”

I stood then took his hand in mine. He followed me through the sea of tables and horny men. When we got to the VIP section, Barry, one of the bouncers, moved in front of the door and held out his hand. The mysterious stranger appeared to know the deal.
Has he been to a lot of strip clubs?
I wondered as he pulled out five hundred dollar bills and placed them on Barry’s outstretched palm.

We walked into a nice sized room with a padded bench against three walls. A stereo system was embedded into the wall next to the door. As I closed the door and turned on some music, he moved to the far wall and sat down. When I twirled around, dancing toward him, I noticed how he held himself. His posture was good, but it was his eyes that captivated me.

“Take off your top,” he commanded as he stared at me.

As I took off my blouse, his gaze lowered to my breasts. I was proud of them and pushed out my chest as my top fell to the floor. Slowly, I moved my body in time with the music.

“Come here. Sit on my lap.”

I would normally say hell no and tie up the client with bondage tape so he would stop touching me, but this man was different. His name was still a mystery to me, which made the moment dirtier in a way. I obeyed and climbed onto his lap.

“Tell me about yourself,” he said.

“You want me to talk dirty?” I asked, confused at his request.

“No, tell me about your life. Are you happy? Did you grow up around here? Why are you a dancer?”

“What are you, some kind of blogger or journalist?” I asked, raising an eyebrow as I studied his face.

He laughed. “No, nothing like that at all. I’m just a wealthy man who enjoys the company of younger women – especially when they look as beautiful as you.”

“Aww, thank you.” I was accustomed to getting hit on every single night, but this was different somehow. For one thing, he actually had me captivated. “I grew up around here, and I like to think I’m as happy as anyone else in the world.”

“Good. Happiness is so rare these days.”

“Well, I do have problems, but like I said, I have a plan…”

“Yes,” he interrupted, “Tell me about your plan.”

His hand gently moved up and down my bare back as he stared into my eyes and not at my breasts.

“I’m saving money to get into community college.”

“Interesting. What do you want to study?”

“Well, that’s why I’m going to community college first. I’m not sure what I want to do the rest of my life.”

“It’s not dancing?”

“What? No, silly.” I giggled.

“But you’re happy here?”

“I’m happy right now,” I said, which was the truth.

Uncomfortable with all the questions, I hopped off his lap. A moment later, I bent forward with my hands on his thighs. My breasts hung down in front of his face. He didn’t move, which was different than a lot of the other guys I danced for in the VIP room. From what I’d learned from the other dancers, this meant he had quite a bit of money. He was a refined gentleman.

I stood up and turned around. After slipping out of my short, plaid skirt, I adjusted my red thong panties. Without turning around, I put my hands on his thighs just below his knees and pressed my basically bare ass backward against him. His dick hardened as I rubbed my cheeks against him in time with the music. Then something really surprising happened – he came in his pants as I rubbed against him.

Four

Troy

As soon as I came, I sat up, unable to believe what had just happened. I hadn’t come when dry humping since before college. In all of the strip clubs I’d visited over the last few weeks, it was the first time any woman had been able to bring me to orgasm by simply rubbing and grinding against me. She turned, smiled and kissed me on the cheek. I stood up, my body pressed against hers.

I wanted her badly, but we couldn’t do it in the room with the bouncer outside. She threw her hands around me. Her full, natural breasts pushed against my chest. Even through the thin material of my silk shirt, they were wonderful. I wrapped my hands around her, cupping her ass cheeks. Halfway through the hug, she pulled back a little before kissing me on the lips.

Her soft, wet lips opened, allowing me to stick my tongue into her mouth. The wet spot between my legs was suddenly very embarrassing to me. I stopped kissing her. When her hands dropped to her sides, I stepped back, unable to take my eyes off of hers. She didn’t break eye contact as we studied each other for a moment or two.

“I have to go,” I said.

“It’s okay. It happens to a lot of guys.”

“It’s not that,” I lied. “I have to meet someone at the motel nearby.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Don’t you want to know who?”

“Well, kinda, but I don’t want to be rude.”

“It’s you. I want to see you later after you get off your shift so we can finish this…” I let my voice trail off.

“Finish what?”

“Whatever you want and more. Will another thousand cover your time?”

She nodded, still not breaking eye contact. “It will be late.”

“That’s fine. I want to have a drink and take care of a few things.”

“Can I trust you?” she asked naively.

“Sure. Can I trust you?” I countered.

“Yeah. Totally. I’m not supposed to give out my number, but here you go.”

After I had her digits in my cell phone, I gave her another kiss on the cheek. Well, it started as a simple peck, but I couldn’t get enough of the way her skin tasted. She was special in so many different ways. We were soon kissing passionately once again until the door opened. Before the bouncer walked in to check on us, she pulled away.

“Everything okay?” he asked, looking us both over.

“Yes, it’s fine. Thanks. He’s leaving early.”

“No refunds…” Barry began.

“No worries. She was worth every penny,” I said, hoping the stain between my legs wasn’t too noticeable.

The bouncer left the room. Before she could say anything, I walked to the door.

“I hope to see you later tonight,” I said over my shoulder as I opened it.

“You will,” she said.

On the drive to the nearest motel, I sat in back of the Town Car and thought about the dancer I’d just met. I realized I still didn’t know her name. While I’d manipulated quite a few women over the years, getting them to do my bidding, I didn’t have an urge to screw this young woman over or try to control her. All she was doing was trying to survive, to make her life better.

I wondered what I would have done if I hadn’t been a trust fund baby, if I hadn’t been blessed with advantages over ninety-nine percent of the rest of the population. Those thoughts quickly faded as my mind was invaded by images of her – those perfect breasts and the way she moved. I even loved the sound of her voice, that faint Kentucky accent. I sent her a text message with the address of the motel and my room number. As I waited, I poured a whiskey on the rocks and got undressed so I could take a long, hot bath.

Five

Mia

I arrived at the motel a half hour after my shift ended. As I walked down the hall toward his room, my heart beat faster than normal. Nervousness poured over me.
What if he doesn’t like me? Can I do what he asks?
The questions flew through my mind as I raised my tiny fist and knocked on the door. A moment later, it opened.

He had on a black robe, which was open, showing his sculpted chest and abs. The long, silk pants he had on were the same color. I walked into the room after he stepped aside. After he shut the door and locked it, he turned to me with a smile on his face. Even before he said anything, I could smell whiskey in the air around him.

“I’m glad you made it. Come in. You want a drink?”

“Yeah, thanks. Whiskey and Coke?”

“My kind of lady.”

I watched his body closely as he crossed the room to a makeshift bar he’d set up on the dresser.

“I’m sorry about the accommodations. There’s not a lot to choose from around here.”

“Tell me about it,” I quipped as I slipped to his side.

“You really want to get out of here, don’t you?”

“So bad. I have a plan.”

“You do, do you?”

He handed me a glass full of caramel colored liquid with ice. I swirled the cubes around a few times before taking a sip.

“Yes,” I said, smacking my lips. “I do. And you’ve helped with my plan.”

“I like to help people.”

I smiled. “You do, do you?”

As he nodded his head, I slipped one arm around his waist and placed my other on his chest after splashing some of my drink onto it. He didn’t complain after I set my glass down and licked his skin. Some of the liquid had run down his chest and stomach. I wasted no time moving to my knees in front of him. When I pulled his silk pajama pants down, his impressive cock came into view.