The Infamous Ellen James (Infamous Series) (26 page)

"Shut up, labia face! Leave Bea Arthur out of this!" I flip Amy off with both hands.

"Bea Arthur? As in Bea Arthur from the Golden Girls?" Trent grabs my chin and pulls it toward his face so I am looking directly in his eyes. He's visibly holding back laughter.

"Yes as in Bea Arthur from the motherfucking Golden Girls!"

"I need to hear this story, babe."

"No way. No how. You are not getting the cat story out of me. At least not tonight. Definitely not tonight!" My cheeks flush a little with embarrassment, and I'm just going to blame it on the alcohol and not the fact that the Bea Arthur story is one thing Trent will never let me live down. Amy still brings the cat story up to this day, and I wouldn't be surprised if her drunk ass spills the beans about it at some point during this night of debauchery.

Basically, Bea Arthur was an asshole.

That cat wreaked havoc on my life for three straight weeks before I finally threw in the towel, and decided I'm not a cat person. Bea Arthur seemed to find enjoyment out of knocking random shit over at the most inopportune times. She also loved to hide out underneath my bed so she could attack my legs while I was getting ready for work. That cat scared the shit out of me and I'm pretty sure she was possessed. Bea Arthur was judgy, neurotic, and had a propensity for shitting outside of her litter box. And that's just the summarized version of the hellish period that Bea Arthur lived with Amy and I. I'm not even going to get into the fact that she managed to sneak into my Amish neighbor's apartment and attack his goat…

Needless to say, that goat ambush was the very last straw for the feline bitch that was Bea Arthur. Don't worry, I was nice enough to find Satan's spawn a nice home with a family who could handle her judgmental attitude. And to answer the question that's probably on your mind right now,
yes
, my Amish neighbor may or may not have a goat that lives with him part-time. That's a whole other story for an entirely different day.

After bar hopping around Charlotte, the party bus pulls up to our final destination, Trixie's. This is one of the best strip clubs downtown Charlotte, North Carolina, has to offer. When Amy and I planned Tony's night of shenanigans, we knew this party wouldn't be complete without a trip to a strip club. Tony looks over at me and Amy with shocked delight. I'm not sure why he's surprised; he should have expected nothing less from the dynamic duo.

"Have I told you girls how much I love you!" Tony grabs Rachel, Amy, and me into a tight hug. We're all shitfaced and practically falling over each other at this point. I giggle into his chest as Amy professes her vagina's undying love for Tony and Rachel. I'm not sure why that's another one of her drunk things, but it happens far too often. Amy loves to profess her vagina's undying love for people whenever she gets hammered. And her vagina apparently isn't biased upon gender—she's loves both men and women alike. Her vagina likes food, too. I once saw her make a drunken vagina profession in the middle of Taco Bell. She animatedly told the girl at the counter about her vagina's love for Cheesy Gordita Crunches. Then she proceeded to call her snatch Cheesy Chalupa for the rest of the night, telling everyone in a ten mile radius that she was extra juicy and her special sauce tasted like nacho cheese. Things got a little more than bizarre and uncomfortable
that night…

We stroll into Trixie's and see scantily clad waitresses taking drink orders near high top tables across from the main bar. This strip club is small, intimate, and it only has one main stage with a single stripper pole. There are several open seats near the main stage so we immediately head that way. Trent sits down, grabs my hips, and immediately pulls me onto his lap. I look over and see Rachel and Tony sitting close, visibly enjoying their party. I swear those two are going to be together forever. The moment Tony introduced me to Rachel a little over a year ago, I knew she was the one for him.

An extremely attractive cocktailer heads our way to get our drink orders. She's decked in perfect strip club attire: fishnets, booty shorts, and a tight corset that leaves very little to the imagination. She seductively looks at Trent and asks him what he would like to drink. He orders two beers for us and proceeds to nuzzle into my neck, holding me tight. I hate to compare Trent to John, but this is a perfect example of how different the two of them are. John would have flirted back with the cocktailer, eating up every moment of her obvious flirtation that was directed at him. Trent is so different and it's unbelievably refreshing. He was curt but polite to her while still making sure she was aware he was here with me. How could I not be in love with him for that? Still, thinking the words love and Trent in the same sentence is a little overwhelming, but fuck, it's the god damn truth. I'm seriously in love.

After the devastation John put me through, I wasn't sure if I would ever love anyone again. My feelings for Trent are different. They feel more real, more desperate, and undeniably passionate. This man makes me feel things I have never felt before. It's like he's made me come alive, and I relish in the idea of spending more time with him.

More time?

Shit, we're talking a little over a month and he's going to be heading back to Seattle.

Push that shit down. Way, way down.

We watch as the next dancer comes out onto the stage. She's absolute female perfection. Blond hair, long legs, lean body, huge tits, and an ass most women would kill for. Her stripper heels and suggestive attire only accentuate her irrefutable attractiveness. She begins to sway her hips to the pounding bass of a song I've never heard. She heads over to the pole and begins to prove why her body is so perfectly toned.

"God, I need to put a pole in my apartment so I can see your hot little body give me private dances." Trent's breath is hot on my ear.

I glimpse at Trent to see him staring back at me with hooded eyes. "Mmmm, I'd love to do that for you. But…this is me we're talking about here. I'd end up in the ER with some sort of weird muscle pull to my vagina.” Trent laughs, and then his eyes get serious again, intensity radiating from them.

"How about you get some money out of my pocket so I can watch you pay compliments to this hard-working girl?"

I start to reach towards his pockets, but he pushes my hand away. "No, baby. I want you to kneel between my legs and get this money out of my pockets with your teeth." He gleams wickedly at me.

Oh. My.

My buzz from the alcohol is nothing in comparison to what this man does to my head. He makes me practically euphoric and fills me with overwhelming lust. I'm already wet from hearing him growl dirty things into my ear. His hooded eyes and provocative grin are only spurring my desire for him into an uncontrollable need. I have the urge to straddle his legs and ride his cock right here in front of the entire club. I slide myself off of his lap, making sure to rub my ass on his ever-present arousal for me. I turn to face him and slowly kneel between his thighs. I place both of my hands on his hips and dip my face low, rubbing my mouth right over the very visible bulge of his jeans. I peek up at him as I make my way back over to his right pocket.

"The other pocket," he says breathlessly.

I lock eyes with him and unhurriedly move from his right pocket to his left, paying special attention to the visible strain on his zipper.

"Fuuuuuuck, Ellie," he groans under his breath before he adjusts a little in his seat.

When I reach his left pocket, I notice that he's already got a wad of money sticking out of his pocket. Obviously, this scenario was premeditated.

"Oh my, Casanova. I guess you came prepared." I grab the wad of money out of his pocket with my teeth and deliberately slide my body back up his, pressing my breasts tightly against him. When I'm level with his beautiful blue eyes, I pull the money from my mouth and hold up it for him. He grabs a few bills from the folded wad and hands the rest back to me. I sit back down on his lap and he adjusts my hips so that my ass can feel just how hard he is.

His cock is like steel. Dr. Hammer better give me full satisfaction tonight…

I wiggle my ass a little and feel him groan into my neck.

"Stop that or I'll fuck you right here in front of everyone in this club."

"Promise?" I wiggle my ass again against his straining erection and smile back at him.

"I swear to it. You keep that up and I'll pull your panties down from underneath that skirt and fuck you senseless." His eyes are unwavering and stern with an underlying intensity seeping through.

"What if I'm not wearing any panties?" I softly place my lips on his and then gently nip his bottom lip with my teeth.

He looks at me questioningly before slowly sliding his large hand up my thigh as he proceeds to discover that I am, in fact, not wearing anything underneath my skirt. With his hand tightly grasping my thigh, he swipes his thumb through my folds. I let out a breathy moan and lean my face down into his neck as he begins to rub my clit with small, demanding strokes.

Thank god this club is dark and everyone's current attention is focused on the awe-inspiring pole acrobatics of the current spotlighted dancer or else I'm pretty sure it would be quite obvious that Trent is currently working me over. My breath is coming in short bursts, and my nipples are so hard they are practically poking holes through my bra.

"What are you trying to do to me?" I whimper into his ear.

He growls. He fucking growls in my ear.

"I'm not sure how much more I can take," I whisper as I feel pleasurable clenches with each of his circular strokes on my clit.

"Stand up. Follow me.
Now,
" Trent demands as he pulls his hand out from under my skirt and guides my hips to a standing position. He grabs my hand and quickly leads me toward the doors that lead out of the club. I make eye contact with Amy, who is standing near the bar with a few of our coworkers. She grins at me and waggles her eyebrows like a fucking idiot, and I can't help but to smile back at her.

I'm sure she probably witnessed our little display of public affection…and I'm well aware that's putting it mildly. I follow Trent out of the club and toward the party bus that is parked in front of the strip club. He whispers something in the driver's ear and hands him the money he originally pulled out from the wad of cash I played Go Fish with from his pocket. The driver nods and quickly steps off of the bus before Trent ensures the doors are closed tightly.

"Lie back on that couch and let me taste that perfect pussy of yours."

I shudder involuntarily as I lie back on one of the couches that line the party bus. Trent quickly kneels between my legs, pushing my skirt up past my waist and lifting each of my knees up so they are resting on his shoulders. He starts slowly licking up and down my hot core before placing a light suction on my clit. My breathing is heavy and my moans are becoming loud as I feel him bringing me closer to orgasm. He slides two fingers inside of me as he continues to use his mouth on my sex. Delicious tingles rush up and down my spine as I focus on the orgasm that is building deep within.

I suck in a breath, my body relishing in his touch, his oh-so-perfect touch.

His mouth and fingers continuing to work their magic on me.

"Ah, fuck! Oh my god! I'm so close!"

I can no longer keep quiet as Trent proves his oral skills are
a-fuckin'-mazing
. I fist my fingers in his hair, guiding his face, thrusting my hips into his mouth, begging for my release.

He gazes up at me, his eyes dilated, his mouth wet from my arousal, my nipples even harder from the sight of him. Goose bumps of desire sprout across my body like wildfire as I watch his face between my legs, his mouth, fingers, and tongue pleasuring me, bringing me to heightened rapture.

“Don't come yet. I want to feel you come when I'm inside of you,” Trent whispers huskily as he quickly unzips his jeans and pulls his still-hard cock out. In an instant, he sits down on the couch and has me straddling him. I ease myself down, reaching between my thighs and guiding his thick, rigid shaft home.

And then I saddle the fuck up and ride. I ride his hard cock with one goal in mind.

"Yes. Ride me," Trent says as he guides my hips up and down.

I'm meeting him thrust for thrust, plunge for plunge, and each hard, deep penetration has my pussy tightening around him.

"God you're so beautiful,” he says breathlessly.

That one statement is my undoing and I feel my orgasm take control. Waves and waves of pleasure roll through my body and I can no longer maintain my movements. I melt into him as he continues to thrust hard and fast inside of me until I can feel his orgasm take over. He yells out my name, and I can feel the warm gush of fluid release. We are both sweaty and breathing heavily as he holds me tightly to his chest, my thighs still straddling his.

"Can we stay like this? You feel so fucking perfect around my cock that I don't want to leave."

I laugh lightly into his neck and lean back to look into his eyes. "I think the strip club would frown upon this."

"I don't fucking care." His bright blue eyes are shining with delight.

After I clean up a little in the bus bathroom, we head back into the club hand in hand, our faces probably making our most recent escapade known. Trent looks sated and thoroughly fucked, and I'm sure my expression is mirroring his. Amy and the rest of our crew are seated near the stage and enjoying the entertainment the strippers are providing. I take a seat next to my crazy best friend as Trent heads to the bar to order us more drinks.

"So did you get your fuck on in the party bus?" Amy asks as she places several singles in a stripper's G-string.

I let out a small laugh and give her a demure smile.

"You dirty little slut! I can't believe you and Dr. Thrust Me banged on the party bus! Did you give Ed the driver a good show? I couldn't be more proud of you right now by the way."

"Aw, don't get all emotional on me now, drunky. And no, Trent paid Ed the driver an obscene amount of cash to step off the bus while we 'got our fuck on.'" I emphasize her direct quote with the universal air-quote gesture.