Strip for Me (5 page)

Chapter Four

“Hi, I’m Rett.” She held out her hand to Amelia. “It must be a nightmare keeping this place clean.”

Amelia was surprised. She hadn’t expected this woman to speak to her. Most of the women who worked at the strip club seemed oblivious to Amelia’s existence. “Um, yes, sometimes.” She took the hand that reached for hers. The handshake was strong and firm.

Amelia’s father had always told her you could tell a lot about someone by their handshake. A strong grip indicated a strong character. “How long you staying on in Resort City?” Amelia needed to formulate her plans.

“I’m not sure. Probably until the end of the week. I just need to get enough money to get home.”

By the way she was fucking every man in the club, Amelia would have thought she would have had more than enough. “No one at home who can send money?”

“My sister, but she’s not happy with me.”

Amelia flinched. There were many times she and Meg had argued and she wished she could change that. “Why not?”

Rett grinned. “I’m the dreaded black sheep of the family. You know, the ne’re do well.”

“I’m sure she loves you.” Sisters had to put up with a great deal sometimes.

“Hmm, possibly.” Rett looked doubtful.

“You and the boss seem to be hitting it off.” Amelia turned the conversation in the direction she wanted it to go. “You like him, don’t you?” Knowledge is power.

“I do.”

Amelia could see the sparkle in her eyes. Meg had looked like that. “Maybe a little more than like?”

“Between you and me?” Rett dropped her voice down. “It’s crazy and way too fast, but I think I may love him.”

Silly fool. “Yeah, and how about him?” Was the look Amelia saw in his eye genuine?

“He loves sex.”

“All men do.” Amelia snorted in disgust. “They use women for it.”

Rett glared at her. “He’s not using me.”

So you think. “Well, that’s nice. I best keep cleaning.” Amelia moved on. The time to make her strike against Hamish Clark was close.

****

Rett watched the mousy-haired woman go. “Weird little person.” At first, she seemed shy and Rett had felt a little sorry for her. But then any pity she felt dissolved when she basically started telling Rett that Hamish was using her. What was that about?

“Who?” The man in question came up behind her.

“Amelia,” Rett responded, sinking back against his body as Hamish’s arms wrapped around her waist.

“Who?”

“The cleaner. Don’t tell me you pay no attention to the staff?”

“I only have eyes for you.”

And a lovely, hot dick pushing against my ass. “Do you?”

Is it important that I do?”

Rett was silent for a moment. What do we have here? What do I want? Am I wanting to believe in something that’s not real? “You have to do what makes you happy.”

“You make me happy.”

Maybe that’s the most I can ask for.

* * * *

The next day Rett stood in Hamish’s office. “He wants to what?” Yesterday had worn her out. What Hamish was explaining was bizarre.

“He has a foot fetish.”

“Licking feet? That’s weird.”

Hamish laughed. “It’s a sexual turn on to some and he’s paying top dollar.”

She looked at her own feet. They were average. Two toes were crooked from being broken and her nails weren’t polished. They were hardly the stuff wet dreams were made of. “Seriously?”

“Yes.”

“And I don’t have to be naked?”

“No.”

“What’s the point?” Am I missing something here?

“It’s not about what we think is normal, sweetness,” Hamish explained. “It’s about what the man craves.”

“Toe sucking?”

“Yes.”

Rett giggled. “Okay then.”

****

When the man sucked her big toe inside his mouth, Rett almost laughed. That was until she reminded herself this man was serious about what he did and was paying good money for it. And, all in all, someone’s lips sucking her toe wasn’t too bad. It was actually relaxing. She looked down at his balding skull. The man had said nothing to her other than direct her to a chair. So Rett sat and allowed her toes to be sucked.

She thought about all that had happened to her since she had arrived in Resort City. It had been a wild and exciting ride. Between hard, crazy sex and Hamish, it was an unforgettable adventure.

Another toe was sucked inside his mouth.

Hamish. What do I do about him? She had to leave. That was a fact. It wasn’t just the money. She had a visa for a specific time and that time was running out. She couldn’t stay. But how do I leave Hamish? The next toe in line got the same treatment. She closed her eyes and willed herself to come up with an answer to the predicament she was in. Hell, I don’t even know how Hamish feels. Maybe I’m just getting myself worked up over nothing.

“O-h-h-h…” Rett’s body jerked as familiar sensation started to surge through it. She looked down at the man. He was making her horny just be tonguing her flesh. This truly is a sexual odyssey. Rett had learned more about others and herself than she though possible.

Her hands moved to her lap. She wore nothing but a thin, pink, satin robe. Her fingers pushed against the fabric, covering her clit as he sucked. Rett zoned out and gave in to the pleasure of his tongue and the subtle pressure of her fingers.

Ten well-sucked toes and minutes later, the man looked up at her. “Did you enjoy that?”

Rett looked down at him. His dick was tenting in his pants.

“Oh yes, but—”

“Put your feet around my dick.” He kneeled and unzipped his pants.

Seriously? Rett had never done that before. “Um, well, you see—”

“Please.”

The needy look in his eyes convinced her. “Okay then.” She lifted her legs and clumsily clamped both feet around his dick. The man sighed. Rett smiled and did her best to rub the turgid flesh between. He groaned and closed his eyes. She wanted to laugh but that would be wrong. What another found pleasurable was not for Rett to question.

“Stop,” he growled, his hands stilled her feet.

“No good?”

“No, you’re perfect.”

He dropped her feet and fisted his cock.

Rett watched in fascinated as he masturbated until he came, jets of cum spurting from his dick.

Hmm, go figure.

****

“How do you feel?” Hamish came in after the man left.

Rett took off her robe. “Horny, actually.” She needed Hamish and she needed him now.

“I noticed on the camera you were getting excited.”

She looked at his hand. “What’s that?”

“Lube.”

“I’m already wet.”

Hamish laughed. “I can see that, but I want to fuck your ass.”

The straight-out way he said it made her jump. Rett had been ass fucked before and had enjoyed it. That Hamish wanted to do that to her…

“Yes please."

“Bend over the chair, sweetness.”

“Yes sir.” Anything this man wanted he could have.

“‘Yes, Hamish’ will be fine. Now, spread your legs and stick that luscious ass out.”

Luscious ass? “Yes, Hamish the Delusional.” She shivered when his hand slapped her ass. “Do that again.”

“Nope, I have other plans for your ass.”

She turned her head. “No condom,” Rett ordered. She knew what she was doing and what she needed.

“What?” Hamish hesitated.

“I want to feel the rush of you inside me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, please, Hamish.” Rett watched as he squirted lube onto his hands and worked his way up his cock making it slick and greasy.

She licked her lips in anticipation.

“’Done this before?” He moved in and positioned his dick between her legs, shoving one finger into her anus.

“Yes.”

“’Enjoyed it?”

“Oh yes, but I don’t your finger. I want your dick.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, sweetness.”

Hamish was the sweet one. “You won’t.” Rett pushed her ass out at him. “Now, fuck it.” The first thrust always hurt as muscles reacted against the sudden intrusion, but once past that, it was easy.

She sighed as the heat filled her body and pushed back for more.

“Okay?” Hamish whispered in her ear.

His hot breath on her neck may her whole body tingle. “Yes.”

She closed her eyes and gave in to the long, deep thrust.

“Ever figure you’d get turned on by a foot fetish?”

Rett smiled. “I was thinking of you as he sucked.” She sighed as Hamish began to thrust harder.

“I’m always thinking of you, sweetness.”

Her heart beat erratically. What did that mean? “Are you?”

“You know I am. We need to talk.”

That sounded ominous. “A good talk or a bad one?”

“A necessary one.” Hamish’s hand moved around to tease her clit.

Rett sighed and smiled at the sound of his balls slapping against her ass. “I need it faster.” What with the toe sucking, teasing fingers, and a hot cock, Rett wanted to come.

“I need slow.”

“But I need to come.” She knew she sounded whiny but didn’t care.

Hamish kissed her neck and held her close. “You’re a hard woman.”

“And you’re a very hard man. I like it and want more.”

Hamish chuckled and ramped up the pace. “What am I going to do with you?”

Love me. “Make me come, Hamish.”

“That’s a given, sweetness.” His fingers worked her clit hard.

Rett cried out. Her whole body shook. Her fingers were white knuckled as she gripped the back of the chair and ground her ass back against Hamish for more.

“I wanted this to last longer,” he growled as he pummeled her ass.

“When we’re old and gray we’ll go slow.” Rett smiled as the first blast of cum shot up her ass. The heat and the possessive intimacy made her head drop back against Hamish’s shoulder.

He kissed her throat and rode her ass until he was empty.

“You’re adorable, sweetness.” Hamish’s arms wrapped around her body.

And I love you, Hamish.

Chapter Five

“Sweetness, I know you don’t do women, but this lady will pay a lot of money to just touch you.” Hamish thought about the client who came to him. She looked familiar but he couldn’t place where he’d seen her before. And the way she looked at him? It was a little odd. It was like she expected something from him. Hamish suspected she was uncomfortable at naming what she desired and wanted him to understand without her having to say it in so many words. But then, some people were like that when it came to sex.

Hamish had learned that since taking over the club. What he thought he knew about sex had been expanded at The Howl and Pussy.

“I don’t want a woman,” Rett sounded definite on that.

“I know, but the money will get you home and this will be your last client.” Even as he said the words, Hamish flinched. I don’t want Rett to go. He loved the way she took hold of life and went for it. That she loved sex and understood the give and take of it was exciting and beautiful to Hamish. Rarely did anyone seek anything but their own pleasure. Rett wasn’t like that. Hamish understood her need to experiment with other men. At first he’d found it fascinating.

That a woman made no pretence of her enjoyment of dick was exhilarating, and Hamish had wanted to let her experiment. But now?

If he was honest, he was glad a woman was going to be her last customer. If Rett wants dick, it’s going to be mine. While he understood her need to go home, Hamish knew it would be extremely hard to let her leave. He had fallen in love with Rett.

* * * *

Rett recognized Amelia straight away. “I know you.” Hamish may have been oblivious to who his staff members were, but Rett never forgot a face, despite the disguise. The cleaner from The Howl and Pussy wore a dark wig which covered her mousy brown hair, and she carried a large bag. “Amelia right?” Rett tightened the tie around her waist. “What’s going on?” This was too weird even for Rett.

“Unfortunately, I have to teach Hamish Clark a lesson and you’re the means to do it. Amelia reached into her bag and pulled out a large knife.

Rett gasped and jumped back from her. “What the fuck!

Lesson? What lesson?” She knew all the rooms were equipped with cameras just in case a client got out of control.” Please be watching, Hamish.

Amelia walked to the door and locked it. She then jammed a chair under the handle for good measure. “I know about the cameras.

I want him to watch as I cut you.”

You fucking what? “Why?” Rett looked around the room. She needed an escape. If she backed away any farther, she’d hit a wall.

“He killed my sister. I have to kill someone he loves.”

Uh oh. “Hamish doesn’t love me.” Wanting someone was not the same as the reality of love.

Amelia snorted. “You’re blind. If he had loved my sister, she’d be alive today.”

Her sister? “What happened to her?” Talk to the woman, Rett.

Come up with a cunning plan to save your ass, girl.

“Meg was depressed after he rejected her. She took a drug overdose.”

“Oh God, I’m sorry.” And Rett was. But the thought that both sisters were delusional kept her on her guard. Never feel sympathy for a crazy woman with a knife.

“Meg loved him but he just played with her emotions.”

What the? Her sister loved Hamish and she killed herself in a fit of unrequited love? Rett couldn’t imagine Hamish being cruel to anyone. She also couldn’t imagine why Hamish wasn’t kicking the door down to save her. “Um, I understand that you’re upset over the loss of your sister —”

“You can’t possible understand.”

Bugger. Bad choice of words. Understanding only came through knowledge and Rett had none on this situation. “No, you’re right, but how is cutting me going to help?” Where are you, Hamish?

Please rescue me.

“He needs to feel pain,” Amelia howled. “I’ve watched the way he looks at you.”

There was furious banging on the door. Yay! The cavalry.

“Open up!” Hamish yelled. This was followed by the sound of a door being kicked.

“Amelia, they’re going to be in here soon. This can end with you putting down the knife and walking away, or it can end with you in jail. How is that going to help your sister?”

Amelia ignored the banging on the door. “It doesn’t matter what happens to me. I just need to make him understand how I suffered.”