Lost Angel (The List #1) (18 page)

In time to the music, she gradually walks up to
me, one controlled step at a time, swaying her hips again. She walks up to my
right side and moves clockwise around me, sliding her fingertips from one
shoulder across, up the back of my neck with her fingernails and back down. Ah,
those fingernails.

The other girls are already breaking into their
best tacky twerking. You’re peaking too soon ladies.

Moving her hand across to the other shoulder, I
inadvertently zone out the rest of the room.

Having gone full circle she stands astride my left
leg, looking down on me. I can’t read her expression and now I wish I’d kept my
glasses on because she’s got me at a disadvantage. She slowly starts to ripple
her body and wines her trim waistline in beat with the track, she obviously
knows it well, dipping low enough to brush over my quads. I’m immobile so all I
can do is use the opportunity to drink in her body and the way it moves up
close.

I’d take this view over watching a hundred of
those female strippers earlier. Her hips have me in a trance that’s only broken
when she begins to pull the zip halfway down her jacket, she swings her right
leg around so now she’s standing in-between my legs but facing away from me.  

All I want to do is lean forward and sink my
teeth into this enticing peach. My dick woke up the second she laid her hands
on me. I like her hands on me and I’d love to put mine on hers. She carries on with
similar seductive moves but this time she goes lower and puts her palms high up
on my thighs – careful Beth – she goes right down to the ground. When she rises
back up she steps back slightly so that her ass grinds over my cock, whilst supporting
herself on my tense quads. I’m aching for her to press down harder for me.

Now my soldier is standing to attention and
there’s fuck all I can do about it. I start to feel my plan unravelling in my
lap because now I know, she knows what she’s doing to me, which means she’s on
top in more ways than one.
You’ve lost your upper hand Jaxson.

I didn’t think this through properly. I underestimated
her and there’s nothing I can do about it for now. She spins again so that
she’s astride my right leg now, facing me. She ripples her body, like a slow
Jamaican bogle. I have a flashback to some underground dancehall nights I went
to when I was younger.

Beth undoes the rest of her jacket and my eyes
instantly feast on her flawless skin. Flashes of the DJs lights show just how
smooth, tanned and toned she is. I find myself sucking in my bottom lip and
biting down hard because all I want to do now is stroke my lips over her bikini
top until her nipples are hard enough to take them gently in my teeth. Then I
want to feel how she feels skin to skin, inside as well as out, wet and wanting.

Considering I feel like I’m going to break a
sweat, it makes it even more satisfying to see her budding nipples stretching
out the material. Being here with me, like this; it’s affecting her too. She’s
enjoying seeing and feeling the affect she’s having on me. Thinking all this
just makes me harder still and I would kill to rock my cock in between these
perfectly oversized tits to alleviate the pressure.

Beth moves again like she’s stalking her prey,
she stands between my knees but one step away. I look up at her and she mimics
me by sucking in her lip then lifts her leg up slowly so that her foot rests on
the chair between my legs. The tip of her boot brushes against my balls, which
are begging for more room. I look down to see she’s got fucking bad girl bullets
wrapped around her boots. Can she possibly get any more fuckable right now?
This is the girl that was stammering earlier about harmless flirtations only. I
obviously have a positive effect on her so why’s she fighting it? I’ve already
doubled my earlier ways in which I want to make her come.

If I wasn’t sitting on my hands, so help me,
they’d be working their way up this thigh. She unclips the fake gun from her holster,
bends down and slides the end of it from her ankle all the way up to the inside
of her thigh. She rests it on her pussy and her body is still rippling with her
mesmerising moves to the track. I can just about make out her eyes looking at
me and I swear she smirks for a split second. I look back down as she pushes
the gun briefly inside her hot pants. It’s so discreet, she’s made sure it was
for my eyes only. The gun slides up between her tits then she opens her mouth
and briefly sucks the fucking end of it.
Come on, has she been hustling me
all along?

I’m turned on to the hilt of frustration; a
feeling that doesn’t sit well with me. Surely there can’t be much left of the
song now, this is killing me.

Beth drops the gun on the floor. With a swift
confident move she’s stepped forward and straddles me with her hands on my
shoulders. They feel tiny. She leans to whisper in my ear and we’re the closest
we’ve been. I breathe her in deeply and as suspected my lungs fill with a smell
of sweet innocence contradicting the guilty pleasures she’s igniting in me. Then
comes the sultriest voice to compliment it, “At ease soldier—I do believe you
are
carrying a loaded weapon after all—” Nipping my earlobe, she pulls my head back
so our faces are nose to nose. She starts wining again making slow controlled
waves up and down her body but not putting her weight down completely. As much as
my cock would appreciate the friction, I’m also impressed that she’s disciplined
enough not to slip into the slutty
dodgy-public-dry-humping
arena like
the others.

Her tits slightly brush against my chest a few
times and I’m glad she has left her jacket on. I don’t want anybody else seeing
what I see, another intentional move on her part perhaps. She stands up over me
now, still straddling. Without moving her face from mine, she pulls her cap off
letting her hair fall down around us. Now I’m consumed by a coconut scent. Her
hands disappear but she hasn’t stopped moving her body. I feel her doing
something by her hips. The lyrics don’t fail us, because she
is
on top
and I’ve no control so we’ve definitely traded places – Beth with the elusive
upper hand over me. But no time to think of that now as the track is finally
coming to an end.

Beth switches to subtle little moves and flicks
her hair to one side. Her water bottle appears and she takes a sip, swallows
and takes another sip. Putting the bottle back in her belt she returns to my
face pulling my head back again. She slowly lowers her suckable lips onto mine
and in sync we both part our lips slightly and she lets ice cold water trickle
into my mouth. I close my lips, swallow and she licks a drip that’s about to
escape. She wraps her mouth around my bottom lip and sucks gently. She may
aswell be sucking me off because that’s how intense it feels.

The track ends just as she switches to bite
down quickly, then let’s go and let’s out the most innocent giggle. Giving me a
swift kiss and a shy genuine smile she finally removes her glasses – her mask –
I finally get to see her hazel eyes dancing with excitement. She seems proud of
herself and so she should be. She throws her head back and sort of laughs and
screams at the same time.

I’m not easily fazed but she’s broken me with
one fucking dance.

I hear the room go crazy, wolf whistling, clapping
and the men are barking like dogs. There’s no doubt who it’s all aimed at.

I get to release my hands at last, grabbing her
hips and gently easing her down to the top of my thighs, avoiding my obvious
arousal. Just then, the speakers erupt into “My Chick Bad” by Ludacris, which
is completely apt after that performance, Beth was truly badass.
But she’s
not your chick Jaxson.

“Who the fuck
are
you tonight?” I don’t
want her to move, partially because of my raving hard on but mainly because
once she goes, that could be it.

She giggles again, it’s a sweet sound, “Oh just
a rookie soldier trespassing on forbidden territories—” Her voice has a
vulnerable quiver that’s almost as sexy as her biting my lip. Yes, this bundle
of contradictions—who gets me hard on demand but giggles like a virgin—just bit
my fucking lip.

“Angel, you didn’t just trespass on the land, you
nearly fucking conquered it—” We both smile. “—so you’re gonna have to stay
close to me when we walk back over there.” She glances down then winks. “That
is unless you’d rather go somewhere more private Beth?” Without hesitation she’s
already standing up and guiding us back over to the group. It’s like a kick to
the balls with those pointy boots because I know she heard me.

I walk closely behind holding her hand ignoring
the wave of disappointment looming. She means it then, no action for Jaxson.

When we get to everybody I pull Beth back into
me snugly by her waist and I feel her tense up as they start telling her how
fucking amazing she was. This girl is a mystery. I’ve no idea how long this hard
on is going to last, especially considering my cover up is the person causing
it! I acknowledge all of the fist pumps, “You lucky bastard” remarks and nods
of approval.

Eventually I start to loosen my grip around her
waist. She wants to go and dance with the girls, so she does. Feeling deflated,
I want to go home, so I do, as soon as she’s disappeared onto the dance floor.

It’s an irritating anti-climax when the only
fucking I’m getting from the girl I want is a goddam mindfuck. She could have
easily took me up on my offer to go somewhere private but she’s sticking to her
word, she wasn’t even tempted. It’s not on her agenda, she already told me,
it’s just frustrating when she can fuck me up in one song. My brain is telling
me to accept it and forget it. But my instinct is telling me not to ignore this
ridiculous vibe I feel whenever she’s around or when she randomly pops into my
head.

Do I follow brains or gut? Whatever happens I
have to admit to myself that I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anybody
before. Now
that
confession is a fucking head-trip!

I need to shake this off quick. Maybe I need to
call a girl and get laid. Screw out my frustrations on someone that’s easy.

A girl never gets the upper hand over me…
Beth
just did.
Yeah, whilst I sat back in awe and watched. Maybe this calls for
a different type of release, I’ve had enough of playing games tonight.

After a quick word with Craig, I slip away to
the sound of high-pitched squeals as Willow announces the girls as victors.

Saturday 4
^th
April 2015

2:18pm

Beth

T
his morning’s alarm courtesy of Willow, woke me
at 10am with a smile, it was “Lap Dance” by N.E.R.D.

Today was allocated ‘shop til you drop’ day and
I was really looking forward to it. We woke late and ate brunch whilst
recollecting the events of last night. Wills attempting to re-enact my dance
didn’t quite work when she tried to put her foot between my legs and I’m on a
barstool at the kitchen island, which then spins around taking her hopping with
it.

“I’ve got to say it again though, I am so proud
of myself. Number 22 – Do a lap dance, completed!” I sing. “Oh and not
forgetting number 27 – Strip show. Thanks for that lovely surprise aaand for
convincing me to do that dance. I was so nervous, my heart was beating through
my chest when I first got up there. I felt great when I’d done it though.”

“Told you you would!”

“I was loving it. I think I may have gotten
carried away in the heat of the moment though—I bit his fucking lip Wills!”

“You did what? What a hussy!”

“I know right? I don’t know what came over me,
I was running on pure adrenalin by then. Ha, I swear when you picked Jax of all
people, I thought I was going to throttle you—”

“—yeah yeah, we’ve already gone over this last
night, from the second you pair laid eyes on each other you eyefucked the shit
out of each other. It’s lust at its purest. It was the same at Tricks and when
I walked past you in the corridor last night—” Eh? “—yeah, you see, you were so
caught up with each other that you were oblivious to anybody else in the vicinity.
How could I not ask him? He was the perfect candidate to help unleash your
sexiness. Mission complete.”

“It’s that obvious huh?” Wills doesn’t even
bother answering my stupid question.

“I’m glad you trusted me and weren’t offended.
Thankfully it paid off because you killed it. But, I’ve just gotta put this out
there… You do know that Jax is a notorious player, I did tell you this… He’s
rarely seen with the same girl twice. Didn’t you tell me that he wanted to ‘go
somewhere more private’ afterwards?” I nod slowly and shrug, not sure where
she’s going with this. “Look, he’s lovely and I consider him a friend so I’m
not knocking him, but just because he sat in that chair last night… I don’t
want you to read too much into it babe.”

“Okay, for your information
mother
, even
before last night, I’d already decided that I wouldn’t do anything more than
flirt with him because I don’t want to do a ‘
Steve’
and disappoint him—”
My mind wanders back to straddling Jax in that chair. “—But the way I felt when
I had my legs wrapped around him… Jeez I was so fucking horny Wills, I swear to
God it was ridiculous. I’ve no idea, literally, no idea how I remained
composed. So at that point, when I was able to actually do what I wanted
without worrying what other people thought of me, I admit I felt a flicker of
hope that I could actually handle him…
But
when he fucked off at the
first opportunity… His message was received loud and clear. That was nothing
special for him and it was massive for me. I felt shit when he disappeared
after a dance so I can only imagine what it’d feel like after anything more…
Anyway, case closed.”

“Whoa, hold on, hold on; 1. ‘do a
Steve’
,
that’s inspired, I may use that term myself from now on 2. Why the hell would
you disappoint? For all we know, he could be shit and that’s why we never see
him with the same girl twice. Ookay, granted, that’s unlikely, but still, you
can totally ‘handle’ anybody if you let yourself and 3. Who cares that he
fucked off? You got what you needed from that dance, you felt liberated and
sexy and turned on, end of.” Is she right? “Please don’t get this twisted, I’m
not saying he wouldn’t want you
or
that you couldn’t take him. I’m
saying that he doesn’t hang around afterwards. I think you’ve got a soft spot
for him and you’re probably not ready to detach emotions from sex just yet.
You’re likely to get hurt if you did, you know—fuck him.”

I completely agree with the part about him not
being the type to hang around, he didn’t even manage an hour after I’d practically
buckaroo’d him in public! I couldn’t believe it when I realised he’d left the
bar, or maybe I could but I was just gutted. I overheard two of the lads saying
that he had to ‘take care of some business’. Yeah, at that time? Was ‘business’
mancode for ‘girl’?

Did I really want to try for anything more than
friendship? Like Wills said, my heart would be chewed up and spat back out…
That’s
unless
my heart wasn’t invited to the party, which is impossible.
Argh, I’m so confused; I’ve got Miss Sensible screaming that I’m weak and pathetic
and Miss Fierce finger snapping that she’d totally take him anytime.

When he calls me ‘Angel’ it makes me weak at
the knees, as though I don’t want anybody to ever call me that again because
that word belongs on his lips and being said to me and only me.

Aside from the whole lap dance though, when he
had his arm around my waist afterwards it felt so good. Every now and then he’d
bend down and ask me if I was okay. The closeness just felt right—until of
course, I remind myself that the only reason he was hugging me from behind was
to shield his dignity... Yeah, that’s romantic! Grrr, so annoying! It’s true;
I’m weak, I’m pathetic and I’m so unashamedly hot and horny for him. If that’s
not a cocktail for disaster I don’t know what is!

Maybe I could handle just one or two things off
the list…
Noooo!...
We’ll see…

We went out after brunch to meet up at the
shopping centre with one of Wills’ friends-with-benefits. So far, we’ve all
tried on and bought lots of new clothes and accessories. Shopping is so much
fun when you’re not just looking for practical and suitable clothing. I’m
looking at clothes in a different way, choosing bright vibrant colours and
patterns. I’m trying things on that hugs my curves rather than hides them,
flashing some flesh and making me smile with confidence when I parade around
the changing rooms with the girls.

After a good few hours we were all desperate for
a pit stop, which was much needed because my back was really twinging and starting
to make walking uncomfortable. I’ve had a recurring problem with my shoulders
and lower back for a few years now. My mom blames the hours I spent hunched
over my laptop whilst at Uni and ever since. But I suspect this episode has
been aggravated by my recent change in lifestyle.

We grabbed a light lunch at a nearby bar. I had
a small chicken caesar salad, which was delish. In true girly tradition, we
went through our bags as we waited and then whilst we ate, we made our next
plan of attack; three ‘adult’ shops. Two that sell mainly lingerie and mainstream
sex toys and the other shop sells more hardcore sex toys and lots of porn.

In the first of the lingerie shops we spend way
too much! I wonder off on my own as those pair flirt over crotchless knickers
and nippleless bras. I pick out four beautiful matching lingerie sets, stockings,
suspenders and a stunning basque. I pop the clothes behind the counter so I can
check out the toys at the back of the shop, where I find that the girls have
already ventured. I eagerly pick out a new vibrator as promised to myself, courtesy
of Steve. The girls start educating me on the rest of the craziness until I eventually
add some silver weighty balls to my basket, which look suspiciously like the
balls my mom had when I was growing up. She used to rotate hers in her hand,
they chimed and said they were for easing stress?
Note to self: Check
internet to see if such stress balls exist.

The next lingerie shop wasn’t as good but I
bought a couple more pieces and a black silk short robe, the complete opposite
to the thick soft dressing gown I’m used to. I get railroaded into buying a vibrating
bullet, which I apparently lubricate and put inside me like the balls but this one
has a remote control with all sorts of speed and pattern settings. The shop
assistant couldn’t rave about it enough and added a complimentary tube of
strawberry flavoured lube.

Last but not least we’re going shopping for
porn! Now that’s not something you do every day, or ever in my case.

The shop windows are covered so that you cannot
see inside at all. I’m guessing that means it’s going to be pretty risqué.

When I follow Wills in, clutching onto her arm
like a child going in to see the dentist, I didn’t know where to look first.
Not out of shame or awkwardness but out of blatant curiosity and interest. I
soon loosen my grip on Wills and go exploring whilst she waits for a member of
staff to be available. There are whips, floggers, cuffs, chains, strap-ons,
masks… The smell of leather is in the air and incense burning from over in the
corner. That’s when my eyes are drawn to the huge wall that’s been dedicated to
the world of pornography.

Wills asks the bearded dude at the counter
about the latest DVDs that he recommends for a newbie… That’ll be me then! She
may as well have been discussing what fillings he prefers in his sandwiches
because he was so casual in conversation.

I feel compelled to join in considering it is
obvious they’re talking about me and now I start to feel like a child at
parents evening, when their parents talk to the teacher about them while they
just sit there in silence.

I straight up tell them I don’t want to watch
anal, which triggers a bombardment by all three of them. They fire closed
questions at me like they’re fine tuning my sexual desires to an art form. I
was caught in a whirlwind of cock, gay, pussy, anal, oral, orgy... So many
choices, no wonder it’s such a mahooosive industry.

Finally our hairy helper selects two DVDs that are
similar and apparently softcore mainstream. Clearly he doesn’t want to scare me
off and have me running for the nearest convent.

Our wrists and shoulders have indentations to
the bone from our many bags. So with my final purchase of the day hidden in a
dodgy brown paper bag we decide to call it a day.

I’ve had a brilliant shopping spree but can’t
wait to get home and unload these bags of goodies. I really need some Ibuprofen
for my back and a deep hot bubble bath to soak away these achy muscles.

5:16pm

When we get home we throw something quick in
the oven for dinner whilst we go through our bags again but not before I’ve
downed a couple of Ibuprofen. After strutting a few catwalks in the lounge, our
food is ready. I read the instructions for my remote control bullet thingy over
dinner, appetizing!

After we’ve eaten, I clean up the kitchen and
head to my room to get ready for a bath. Wills has just answered her phone and
the conversation sounds serious so it’s good timing to give her some privacy.
When I get to my room, I decide that for every new piece of clothing I have,
I’ll donate an old piece to charity. I make my selections, discarding mainly
baggy and black clothes into a charity bag. I notice a brighter difference
straight away when I hang my new clothes in the wardrobe. I put away my lingerie
and have an underwear cull too, whilst I’m feeling ruthless. I’ve only kept a
couple of boring ‘comfortable’ bras and knickers now. The sexier underwear and
refreshing rainbow colours in my wardrobe inject more happiness into my lovely
day. I cut off the tags, throw my new silk robe across my bed and put my other
little goodies in the bedside table drawers. I may have a drink and watch one
of those DVDs tonight as we don’t have any plans to go out.

I strip off and slip on my silk robe to see how
it feels and it doesn’t disappoint. Mmm it feels so lush gliding over my skin.
Why did I ever stop treating myself to little luxuries like this when they make
me feel so deliciously feminine?

I twist my hair into a messy bun on top of my
head and pick up my phone to locate the sounds of a certain Italian pianist to
join me in the bath. Just then a text from an unknown number appears on the
screen.

Wud u like me 2 drop & give u 50?

Who the…? I don’t remember giving anybody my
number and
definitely
not Jax. I start making my way downstairs to ask
Wills but I can still hear her talking on the phone so I go back to my room.