1 comments/ 66626 views/ 4 favorites Back Room Ch. 01 By: deathlynx He was bored. The club wasn't his thing. The women parading themselves on stage were all far too big for his tastes, and their tans a little too dark, too fake. His friends were having a blast, and he was able to gain some vicarious enjoyment through their antics. He didn't understand how they could enjoy themselves by watching women who they would never hold, never even know. Each one would undoubtedly go home and masturbate to a mental image of one of the strippers they watched tonight. The waitress came over and dropped off a new pitcher of beer for the table before moving over by him with his soda. With so much female skin showing in the club he didn't even think to try a surreptitious glance at her body as she leaned low to speak to him. "Designated driver?" He nodded. "This a bachelor party?" He shook his head 'no' and finally turned to look at her. She was attractive, but still not his type. She was probably also a dancer, simply spending her off time waiting the tables. "How'd they manage to drag you here then? You don't seem to be enjoying yourself? Someone at home who wouldn't approve?" "No one. This just isn't my thing." He shrugged. "It's not my day to choose the activity and I guess they hadn't been here in a while." The waitress nodded in understanding before moving off to get other patrons their drinks. He checked his watch, they'd only been there for an hour and a half. "Great, another hour." It wasn't really a bad place, just a little boring and frustrating. His heart nearly stopped when she walked out on stage. She was nothing like the other dancers, she had a little more 'meat' on her, her breasts were d-cups at best and she was a little on the pale side. In other words she was all natural. He hair cascaded down to her shoulders as she lithely moved to the center of the stage. The music started, much slower and softer then most of the preceding stuff, as she began to dance. No one would ever think to call her a stripper. She was an exotic dancer, or rather an erotic dancer. She seemed to flow across the stage, curving and draping herself around the poles as she moved from one end to the other. He was still leaning back in his seat but his eyes were locked on her. Every subtle shift of her body caught his eye. Every flick of her hair distracted him from the previous boredom. Not once did she remove her already limited clothing. Suddenly he understood why his friends liked to come here. Somehow she wove the spell on him that the others had cast on his friends. He felt like she was dancing for him and him alone. Most of the other patrons were drinking and talking quietly. Then she was gone. It was too quick! He checked his watch to discover she had only been on for a couple of minutes. He looked around at the other patrons. It was clear she went on as a filler, someone to allow the guys time to catch their collective breath and come down from their erections slightly. The thought was confirmed moments later when the place exploded in reaction as the next dancer came on stage. She was more of the same tired body, but the guys were even more excited after the previous dancer. This one was the "big name" advertised on the marquis. She probably insisted on a 'regular-looking' girl going on before her in order to make her look even better. He slumped back in his chair, depressed by the thought of the previous goddess used in such a blatant and degrading psychological ploy. He looked over at his friends. They were drooling over the new one where the goddess had been nothing more then a chance to drink. The waitress was whispering something in his friend's ear, causing his friend to glance at him briefly before grinning and nodding vigorously. His friend dug into a pocket and handed the woman a bill, she stood up and walked over to him. She leaned forward to talk quietly to him. "Your friend thought you might enjoy a private dance a little more than this. If you'll follow me." She started away even before seeing his startled nod. He got up and quickly dodged a few tables to catch up shortly before they reached the back wall and the small nondescript door. She opened the door and told him which room to enter, closing it again behind him. There was a bouncer just inside who explained the rules. The man was bored and big, not a good combination to piss off. He nodded at each rule and added a verbal acceptance just to be sure. A basic dance had been paid for, an additional lap dance would cost extra, price to be determined by the performer. He was to sit there no matter what she did, for she could touch him all she wanted apparently. No reaching for the girl. NO TOUCHING! If he wanted to masturbate that was his business but there was an exorbitant fee for cleaning up his mess. The bouncer almost looked human for a moment as he suggested using a condom while pointing at a dispenser behind him. Finally the man motioned to a small TV and explained the establishment would know if he broke the rules. Explanations finished he was ushered into the appropriate room. The room was surprisingly comfortable looking. He'd been expecting dark bare walls with a single folding chair and a small boom-box. What he was looking at had fancy wallpaper, a nice stereo and what appeared to be a hand carved wooden chair complete with cushions. There weren't any arms on the chair, but he supposed they would be counterproductive if the dancer was trying to give a lap dance. At least he'd be comfortable. The door opened almost as soon as he sat down. Even before the door was half open the stereo had kicked on by remote. His brain barely registered the slower tempo when his heart skipped. His woman was standing there, framed by the doorway. He wondered how they determined who would dance these private sessions but however it was done he was ecstatic by the results, unless of course she suddenly thought less of him for it. Then again her opinion of him couldn't be too high considering he was in a strip club to begin with. He had to stop thinking, fortunately she slid sideways into the room in time with the music, completely banishing any thoughts from his mind. Her arms snaked up her naked sides as her hips swung slowly back and forth in time with the sultry music. Finally her hands reached her head and locked behind her in hair slightly mussed, providing a carefree look. The music picked up tempo slightly as she began to move slowly towards him. Her body undulated back and forth, starting at her elbows, moving to her breasts and finally ending with her hips and slightly parted knees. He felt his pants growing tight as he watched her body shift underneath her scant clothing. She was wearing a matching bra and panty set, in black. The bra was cut very low, barely covering the nipples clearly defined by the thin, form fitting fabric. The panties were nothing more then strings for sides. The front of the panties was only a few inches wide at the top with a sharp curve inward until it was less then an inch wide where they disappeared between perfect legs. His heart was racing as his eyes tried to focus exclusively on any one of the arousing aspects of the creature sliding towards him. He wanted to take in her full beauty while still examining every sensuous detail, from the slightly upturned breasts to the impression of a crevasse between her legs. His hands gripped his thighs. He was uncomfortably aware of why the bouncer had emphasized the rules so thoroughly. Every part of him wanted to reach out to this nymph. His body screamed for even the simplest and most innocent embrace. She was now little more then a foot from him, his eyes staring straight at her navel. He could no longer take in her whole body with a single glance so his eyes drifted up and down in time with her motion. As they drifted over her body, the softer light of the room revealed that her underwear was actually fairly transparent! The bright lights of the stage masked the fact, but as her hips inched closer her clothing revealed her slight mound at the front of soft lips, and pert nipples surrounded by areola the size of half dollars. The sudden revelation abated his frustrated confusion. When presented with the option of watching visible nipples or the taboo, sensually and partially-obscured, instinct drove his eyes downward. Back and forth snaked her luscious mounds. Her knees bent as her body undulated downward, now no more then inches from his legs. His gaze was forced upwards as her descent completely obscured her treasure behind his legs. His eyes finally met hers. There was a twinkle residing in them that he hadn't seen reflecting from the eyes of any of the dancers on the stage. There they were simply working, here she was truly performing. His pants grew tight as he realized she truly was dancing just for him. Unable to meet her gaze in his embarrassment his eyes drifted down slightly. The smile on her lips wasn't the forced facade of a professional but the genuine article. It was almost a smirk, as if she knew something he didn't and the secret was hers to reveal as she saw fit. He was amazed by her balance as she managed to slide forward even while fully crouched, her arms still locked behind her head. He felt her knees press against his calves before sliding further forward so her inner thighs squeezed his legs. Her body arched backwards as she began to rise once more. His eyes left her face once more as her breasts, thrust forward by her new position, strained against her bra. Pain erupted between his legs as he became fully erect, constrained by his pants. His gaze shifted down to his own crotch in response. As he began to look back up he realized her legs had risen to once again reveal her precious treasure. With her legs straddling his there was no obstruction. He had a clear view not only of her mound and lips but vaguely the sweet depths, all visible through the sheer fabric. His member pulsed painfully as he was mesmerized by her. A small part of his mind pondered the rules as her hips slid forward while her shoulders continued backward. Her lust pressed against his stomach as she lay back on his legs. They hadn't discussed the additional cost of a lap dance. Her hips lifted (somehow) to rub herself against him. His hands were at his sides, carefully gripping the chair to keep from the appearance of reaching for her. Her hands finally released from her head, sliding down her sides, then to his legs to finally press against his knees. She shifted slowly, rubbing her barely clothed form down until their passions met through layers of fabric. Even constrained through denim she had to know the effect her ministrations were having on him. His heart was racing as she shifted forward then back, rubbing her clit over his contained member. One leg straightened next to his head before leaning against his shoulder. His eyes traveled up to hers. She was grinning wildly. Up came her other leg as she leaned heavily back on her arms and against his knees. Her ankles crossed behind his neck as she continued to rub against him. His hands trembled with barely restrained need. She had passed beyond seduction and was actively taunting him. It was as erotic as it was frustrating. One leg dropped quickly after the other, following on the same side. Without seeming to pause her arousing caress she spun facing away from him, her legs once again on either side of his. Slowly her hips lifted, continuing to press against him. Her lust slid upwards against his stomach. His hands flicked open in confusion as she continued to rise. He was vaguely aware of the warmth of her breasts pressing firmly onto his legs. Finally his hands discovered the secret to her 'levitation', she stood on panels extended from the sides of the chair. He suspected her legs weren't even fully extended yet. Moments later his suspicions were confirmed. Her groin continued to press against his chest and finally his neck. She leaned forward just as her perfect ass reached his chin. No longer pressing against him she straightened her legs fully, her glory an inch from his eyes. His breath caught, his eyes flew wide, as he discovered the truth; the transparent fabric was soaked. She was doubled over, her chest pressed against him, her head inches from the pain filling his pants. Her hands were at his waist for additional support. Suddenly her hips thrust backwards as the full aroma of her lust filled his senses. She gasped as his nose entered her slightly and her clitoris pressed against his mouth through the thin fabric. His pain increased, but he didn't care. He was in heaven. He struggled to restrict his reaction to that between his legs. The pain disappeared in an instant. She opened his pants, releasing his engorged organ. She kissed its side as she roughly forced his pants to his knees. Her hands flew down his arms to reach for his. All strength gone in his confusion he felt her bring his hands awkwardly to her hips. She pressed them against her even as she pushed herself harder against his face. It was clear what she wanted. All rules forgotten his arms snaked around her hips to pull her closer. A finger shifted the moist fabric aside. His tongue darted out and he was rewarded with a very loud groan. His face was quickly covered with her moist lust as he lapped, licked and sucked at her juices. His arms snuck under her legs. He lifted her off of the blocks, supporting her full weight on his shoulders. Her constant moans turned to screams of pleasure as he pulled her tighter to him. He drew her passion in between loose teeth. Holding it in place his tongue flicked across it until he finally relented, allowing it to slide from his mouth dragging across his teeth. His breath, already threatened by her incredible smothering form, stopped when she silenced herself by taking him into her mouth. She covered only the tip, but allowed her own tongue free reign around the sensitive ridge of his penis, even as she sucked. He felt a fresh wave of juices flow across his face. Her own actions were arousing her further. She was shaking and shuddering with ever flick of his tongue. The pressure that had grown inside his groin was overcome by flames the instant she switched tactics, briefly taking his full length deep into her mouth. She pulled back and free, feeling him pulse wildly. Her legs pressed against his shoulders quickly as she launched herself forward. With a feat of acrobatics she was kneeling between his legs. She leaned forward, taking the head of his member in her mouth once more. She sucked, drawing it painfully hard, larger then he had ever been. Quickly he discovered what her hands had been up to by the floor as she reached up to unroll a condom on him. Patience deserted her. Even as the condom was only half unrolled she was moving into place. The moment it was on her hands grabbed his, pulling them behind him in a constrained embrace. He couldn't move as she impaled herself on his organ, throbbing with anticipation. Roughly she lifted herself off of him entirely before plunging back down. She was screaming in ecstasy even before she began to pull herself off once more. Her arms wrapped tight about him, still holding his hands, as she repeatedly thrust him violently into her depths. Moments later her muscles tightened around him. A single constant scream erupted from her lips. Fire raged through his body. She may be finished but he was not. With all of the tension she created within him his primal need insisted on punishing her through constant, unbearable, pleasure. His hips thrust back, pushing against the cushion before thrusting deeper within her. Her hands released his as her arms shifted to enfold his shoulders. Her pleasure stripped control from her, relinquishing it to him. His hands moved to her hips. He lifted her almost entirely free of him before thrusting his hips and hers together. With each thrust he pushed deeper within. Now he was vaguely aware that the music had changed. The soft sensual beat she begun with had been replaced by a pounding rhythm. He used the timing to thrust faster and faster, each time pushing deeper. She screamed louder, her hands clawed at his back. She slumped against him, unable to control her own body. The pressure built in his testicles. He was close, but he held himself barely in check. Her exquisite suffering had not quite repaid the torment she had inflicted on him. As he thrust her muscles quivered, squeezing tight around his shaft. Instinct drove her body to pull him farther then he was capable of in an effort to milk ever drop from an organ not yet released. As he pulled free her tight lust gripped him, resisting his actions. The pressure built to unbearable levels when he finally felt the muscles gripping him release completely. She was completely spent. Fire raced from his loins erupting from his tip, only to be caught by the latex sheath. His body rebelled. His hips thrust quickly but only shallowly as he lost control. Finally he slumped back against the soft chair. She lay against him, still engulfing his lust. They were entangled, enjoying each other's warmth. Their breath was shallow. Every nerve in his body tingled with numb energy. Vaguely, he was aware of her pulling herself off of his still hard member. She donned the panties he never noticed her remove and threw on a robe. His breath was finally beginning to return to normal as she leaned over him and kissed his cheek, almost at the corner of his mouth. As he watched her retreating form he realized she had pressed something into his limp hand. As the door closed he looked at the business card, turning it over to understand its hidden meaning. On the reverse side was a phone number and a single word. "Coffee?" Back Room Ch. 02 When she got home that night there was a message waiting on her machine. The two spent the night on the phone. When she'd seen him in the crowd something sparked within her. He had been bored, that much was clear. When she got on stage his eyes lit up, but not with the same base lust as everyone else she'd seen. There was an honest wonder in his eyes. He'd inspired her to dance rather then just strip that night, in fact she was afraid he'd think less of her if she'd removed anything. When her dance was over she discovered the waitress had already grilled him. He'd seemed nice so she took a chance. She sent the waitress back out to plant the suggestion in his friend's mind. After that she watched while he stumbled after her. She knew the bouncer would give him the standard scare treatment. Too bad, but at least it would allow her to catch him even more off guard. Once he slipped into the room she slipped into the hallway and quickly gave the bouncer the "do not disturb" signal. It had been arranged between the dancers and the bouncers but she'd never used it before. In theory it included no video, as some of the women were picking up extra money for more then lap dances, but she never knew for sure. If he had been watching she hoped he enjoyed the show. She shuddered with delight merely thinking of the heights he'd brought her to that night. That had been two days ago. Now she sat in a café, hoping he would show up. She was nervous. Would he show? If he did was he just looking for more sex? It had been incredible but had that been simply because of the novelty of it all? She'd gotten out of work at Midnight and they'd spent until long after sunrise simply talking on the phone, but even that faded with time. She needed to know if they had more then just sexual chemistry. He walked in, exactly as she remembered him. He was a little taller then average with long hair, tied back. She remembered the broad, strong shoulders fondly, blushing at the memory. But most of all it was his blue eyes to which her gaze always returned. There was an innocence to them, but she knew well the hunger and mischief that could quickly appear. He scanned the room, finally spotting her, and those eyes locked with hers. The warmth formed simultaneously in her chest and loins. He was smiling as he walked over. There was none of the hunger now, just the same gorgeous wonder that had first drawn her attention. It was as if he couldn't believe she would be interested in him. In truth she wondered why he'd been so drawn to her! He sat down, ordering a specialty tea absently, and just stared at her smiling. His tea was brought quickly and they launched into the small talk. He seemed so perfect. They enjoyed the same things and agreed on current events. He had a dry sense of humor but was free with his laughter. Her heart was beating faster the longer they simply sat talking. There were butterflies in her stomach, but they didn't quite mask the rapidly growing warmth even lower within her. She wanted to spend the day with him, in order to make sure they would still have things to do after some of the passion died. Her body had other intentions. A foot flicked off her sandal, quickly crossing the space under the table. She traced her way up the inside of his jeans to his knee. Through the fabric it wasn't going to be very effective, but it was more of a promise of what she intended. She leaned back slightly and let her foot trace its way up his inner thigh to rub against his lust. She curled her toes to add a little pressure and was rewarded by a slight pulse through the fabric. His eyes widened and the conversation faltered. After their previous encounter she didn't want to seem too forward and scare him away. With an act of will and embarrassment she reigned in her body's desire. Conversation quickly returned to normal as they ate pastries and drank tea. Her attraction for him grew with each little revelation, as her heart reached out. With the growing pressure in her chest came an equally strong presence lower. She still intended to keep this date, for she finally decided it qualified, plutonic unfortunately her body was just as determined it wouldn't be. Finally they left the café. As he held the door open for her she brushed against him while squeezing past. The simple touch sent chills racing out from the point of contact. On the sidewalk they laughed and joked, occasionally she would reach out and brush a hand down his arm or across his chest. Anything to sample the thrill that raged through her. She told herself she was simply testing the waters of affection but she knew she was losing the battle against her desire. They reached the park and began winding through the trees. She hadn't intentionally led them here but knew she had lost the final battle when she realized the two were once again truly alone. He sat down in a small clearing and slipped off his shoes and socks to enjoy the grass with his toes. Her sandals were off a moment later as she sat down next to him, leaning comfortably against his side. An arm shifted and he was holding her close to him. Her stomach and heart churned in chorus while the pressure, which had never fully subsided since the café, returned with a frenzied warmth. His hand was rubbing absently up and down her arm sending fresh tingles to her chest. He inhaled deeply and commented on the fresh air. She made a show of inhaling and was suddenly overcome by his scent. She couldn't describe it, but the effect it had on her was instantaneous and obvious; her heart stopped and the warmth in her groin shifted to an inferno. He was looking at her when her head snapped around to drag him into a deep, passionate kiss. She used her weight and his precarious position, to drag them both to the ground without breaking the bond. He ran his hands greedily across the skin of her sides, underneath her shirt. Sparks were flying across her nerves, but she noticed he would stop the moment he realized his proximity to her bra, hands retreating once more to her hips. Desperate for more she grasped at his shirt, untucking it and rasing it as far as she could until he finally, reluctantly, released her to raise his hands and allow her to remove the offending clothing. When he didn't immediately reciprocate she allowed herself to begin playing with his chest. He wasn't overly muscular, even had a little extra weight, but his skin was smooth and the short light hair scattered across his body was soft. She felt him gasp, mid-kiss, as her hands ran across his nipples. She smiled slightly and pressed her mouth tighter to his. She felt his heart racing as she began to actively play with his sensitive chest. This finally spurred him to action as his hands flashed upwards, roughly pushing her arms with them, in order to frantically pull off her shirt. Shaking hands cupped her breasts and squeezed lightly. Warmth flooded outward from the sensation. He wasn't very experienced but the intensity and passion she felt from him was making up for much of his lack of skill. She jumped from the pleasant jolt when he pinched at her hard nipples. His eyes widened and he began to pull hands away but she quickly grabbed them and returned them to her chest. They had gone too far for her to allow him retreat. The moment his hands pressed against her once more she began to feel her body preparing for him and she was glad to be wearing a skirt. Her eyes closed and she enjoyed his, now more careful, pinching and twisting of her nipples. Each change in direction sent a fresh jolt racing through her straight to her moistening lust. The inferno spread quickly, endorphins flooding her body with extra sensitivity. She lavished in his firming grasps as she pawed at his chest. Previously there hadn't been time for foreplay, this time she intended to enjoy every minute of it. Her heart was racing underneath breasts massaged by hands desperate for contact. Periodically they each had to break the kiss momentarily to gasp for breath before the other would lunge forward in order to regain the bliss of contact. She nearly jumped away when she felt his hand slide up and his thumb slip under the offending fabric of her bra. When she didn't resist as his thumb brushed against a bare, erect, nipple he grew bolder. Both hands moved to the bottom of her chest and quickly slid the cups up and out of the way, revealing her breasts to him. She allowed him to finally break their kiss in order to lean back and gaze at her as he fondled her. They still had yet to see each other naked and his previous performance had earned him time to gaze, the wonder amplified in his eyes. She gained some measure of revenge by playing more forcefully with his own nipples, causing a visible shudder to run through his body. His head darted forward before she had time to react. He took one of her breasts into his mouth even as he continued to pinch and twirl the other. Her head flew back and a moan escaped her lips as his tongue darted out to flit across very sensitive skin. She shook from the electricity coursing from one breast to the other. Her heart beet erratically as he took he nipple between his teeth and playfully tugged at it. All of her effort was required to keep from clawing at his chest as her forgotten hands rested against the warmth of his body. After an eternity of sucking, nipping and twisting his head pulled back. Her breathing was heavy. Her head felt light. The pressure and heat had spread throughout her body. She needed him inside of her. She began to reach for his belt and pants when he lunged forward once again to repeat his torture with her other breast. Her breath completely failed as she screamed in pleasure. Her body sought release from the unbearable. Her traitorous arms were pushing at his chest as she was caught between warring desires for him to continue and stop so she could fulfill other needs. He ignored her feeble resistance and continued to take her nipple into his mouth only to release it suddenly, his tongue darting out to caress it. Immediately he was back, his mouth wide to suck a large portion of her breast in. The warmth of blood forced into her nipple combined with the inferno raging within and sent a shockwave throughout her nerves. She switched tactics, frantically grabbing for his belt. He offered no resistance as she undid the buckle and began work on his button and zipper. He pulled his head back slightly even as he sucked, teeth dragging along tender flesh sending more shards of sensation through overwrought nerves. When his teeth reached her areola her body shook furiously. He reached her nipple and her body froze, her hands pushing against his erect member in an effort to push his pants clear of the obstruction. His tongue shot out to tease her captured nipple. The torment he caused in their previous encounter was nothing compared to the punishment he was inflicting now. That had been the ecstacy of continuous orgasm, this was the frustration of denied release. She groaned in satisfaction as she felt movement return to her body. She screamed in pleasure when she discovered the reason for the freedom, his free hand found its way between her legs. As his hand pressed against the cotton barrier she discovered (probably just as he did) the fabric was completely soaked through. Wet cloth pressed against her mound, shifting it left then right. Her body shook as she screamed in constant pleasure. She made one last effort at his pants, forcing both jeans and underwear roughly over his organ, before she lost the last of her muscle control. She heard nothing but the rush of blood through her veins and her own screams. Her eyes were screwed shut against the force of the purely internal sensation. The pressure was unbearable, seeming to push outward from her very womb, but he maintained a rhythm just slow enough to prevent her from release. His head tilted, twisting her captured breast and sending another shock throughout her body. Her hands gripped at the turf as her body writhed against and with his ministrations. She was in a heaven of ecstatic torture. She could no longer determine the source of any individual sensation but she supposed a soft breeze must be drifting between his body and hers, causing the slight drop in temperature. She writhed more frantically as his fingers played across her bare clit, lifting it slightly to drag against the underside. Her constant screams began to grow horse as breath deserted her. Still he somehow prevented her release. Realization dawned for the briefest moment. The drop in temperature had not been a slight breeze but the shifting of her skirt to uncover her legs and lust. The twist of his head had been a shift in position to bring him on top of her. Her legs had parted instinctively an eternity before when he began his torment and now he was poised between them. All of that flashed through her mind in an instant. The next moment she felt his organ press against overly sensitive lips, push past clenching muscles, and thrust deep into nerves numbed and inflamed by excess of stimulus. Blessedly his head lifted free of her chest, a small conciliation when her body exploded. Fire flowed through her veins as he slowly pushed deeper. There was no world beyond the exquisite penetration as the pressure flooded from the single point between her legs, only to be thrust quickly back by him. His hips pressed against hers forcing her legs apart and up. His stomach slid forward pressing hard against her mound sending fresh waves of ecstasy through her. Her body rocked on muscles devoid of strength, her arms lying feebly by her as her head lolled to one side. The only strength she could muster was stolen from her by the force of her screams. Barely, she felt his hands traveling down her legs as he merged himself deeper with her. When he found her ankles he lifted them, bringing her legs up and together, tightening her where she no longer could. The pinnacle she had imagined she was at proved to be nothing more then a small step compared to the heights his engorged organ pushed faster and faster deep within her before pulling virtually all the way out. His stomach continued to rub and caress her fiery lust. As the world began to fade she finally felt his thrusts become wild, felt the thick member trapped within her pulsing wildly. A final powerful thrust and the world turned black. The world returned slowly. Every muscle in her body was relaxed. Every nerve numbed. The only sensation was his warmth pressed to her side, half lying on top of her still. He was asleep as she had been. They were both naked, lying still in the clearing. She smiled, wondering what the second date would be like. Back Room Ch. 03 "Dude! You should call her over and have her dance for us!" There was a chorus of resounding cheers and jibes from his supposed friends. He wanted to lay out the ringleader flat for that crack and it must have shown because most of the group lapsed into uncomfortable silence. "Cummon. We've had strippers, hell even whores, over before. What's so different now?" "I'm dating her. That's what's different." "So we wouldn't even have to pay her for it!" The stupid fucker was grinning ear to ear and suggesting that his girlfriend come over and give them all lapdances. The bastard couldn't get himself laid so he was probably even hoping he could finagle a deal for that too, like he had with strippers at private parties before. His arm cocked back, fist clenched, muscles tense. Every other face looked horrified by the idiot's latest attempt. Jokes were alright but he'd gone too far and they all knew it. All except the dumbass himself. He took a deep breath, held it and released it slowly, letting his arm remain prepared to strike. Finally he relaxed it with a disgusted wave as he stormed out the door and into the warm night. He'd had it with his supposed friends and their perpetual immaturity. Either he needed to find some new ones or break with her insistence that he spend at least one night a week 'with the guys'. Most nights he sat at home on his computer, watching TV or some similarly antisocial behavior. He understood the club's rule that boyfriends (and girlfriends for some) were permitted only a single night every week as patrons. They even tried to encourage this attendance on amateur night, the night their girls wouldn't be dancing, simply waiting tables. Unfortunately he was growing more and more distant from the pastimes and simple pleasures of his friends. She adjusted her schedule to make sure she had at least one night off a week. The club hadn't liked that one bit but she insisted. He'd tried to talk her out of it briefly, insisting that her job was far more important than an evening with him. After all they could spend so much other time together. It took her a few days of explaining and assuring before he finally accepted and understood that she had needed a day off anyway, his presence simply being the catalyst that inspired her to stand up for herself. She asked him once, after the wonderful first date, if he was uncomfortable with her dancing. He shrugged and admitted a little with private dances, but he trusted her implicitly that's all they were. Besides, a little jealousy was good for the soul. It helped to remind him of all he had to lose in her. He even went for another dance in the back room, although the two had to wait until after she got off work to vent their tension. Apparently the owners knew about the 'do not disturb' signal and insisted it never applied to boyfriends. More than one dancer had been surprised by a jealous, rather than horny, boyfriend and been injured on the job. He swore that the sexual tension coursing through her only strengthened her dance that night. During the predictably, and insultingly, short dance some of the regular patrons had actually noticed her and tipped her as she danced, writhed and slithered across the stage and squirmed around the poles. Near the end of the dance he'd tipped her well himself and was surprised to find her thong soaked through and her muscles quivering from contact with the various poles. That had been another of their seemingly endless incredible nights together. He smiled as he looked up and realized he was just about to pass her building on his way home. He decided to stop by. Likely she wouldn't be home, or at best was just about to head out to the club. Either way didn't bother him since he had nothing but time to kill and loved every moment, however brief, basking in her beauty. He was up the stairs and into the building in moments, admitted by a resident on his way out. He started up the stairwell when the sight of her stopped him in his tracks. She veritably floated down the stairs in her short, forest green dress. With her hair pulled up, the sleeveless dress displayed her soft shoulders before dipping low to emphasize her perfect breasts. The design was cut such that he couldn't see her slight belly, but he didn't mind, his brain added all of the delightful details hidden underneath. She stopped floating and stood at the top of the stairs staring back at him, her expression a mixture of the wondrous joy he felt upon seeing her and panicked concern that he wasn't where he should be. For a moment he feared she was cheating on him but the simple happiness he felt radiating from her disabused that notion. One thing was certain, that wasn't what she wore to work. Usually she threw on jeans or sweats and a t-shirt over whatever pair of lingerie she selected for the evening's dance. Everything else she needed was already at work. This was clearly party attire. Before his beauty-addled mind could form words she succeeded. "What're you doing here? I thought tonight was 'guy's night'?" A direct question, the best way to crack through a testosterone induced fog. "It is. I mean it was. Well, technically still is." Her arms crossed her chest unconsciously propping up her breasts. She tapped her foot, a bemused expression creeping onto her face. He still found himself babbling around her as his mind had done that first night when she entered the back room. He sighed and tried again. "It really isn't for me anymore. Hasn't been for a while now." She smiled gently, as if humoring a child. "And what were they thinking of doing tonight?" He couldn't meet her eyes, deciding on a half truth rather than the brutal facts. "They were talking about hiring a stripper." "Or maybe a prostitute who sidelines as a stripper?" "That wasn't exactly discussed but I got the feeling it was hoped for. Some of 'em at least." The end of his sentence turned into little more than a growl as he contemplated the bastard trying to paw and take advantage of her. He wasn't exactly the type who liked to hear 'no'. He finally looked up to bask in her smile once more. Embarrassed he added, "you know I never particularly cared for their idea of entertainment where women were involved." Her smile turned mocking. "You seemed to enjoy it the last time they dragged you along." His eyes widened in shock. He tried to bluster a response but she burst out laughing, only making him more confused. Her smile returned to pity. "You're always so easy to fluster, love." He blushed, looking away for a moment before he realized she was floating down the stairs to him. It was a sight he couldn't refuse. He loved her graceful movements, the way her curves seemed to flow back and forth with every step. She embodied the element of water, he realized. He couldn't help but think of making love with her, at times she rolled smoothly with his movements and sometimes she broke upon him, writhing and crashing in against him until he felt as if he'd never breath again. Her hands came up to cup his heated cheeks. She leaned forward, the extra stair giving her height equal to his, to brush his lips with hers. His stomach knotted still, even after weeks with her. He still couldn't believe she found him interesting. Before he knew it she pulled away and was talking to him. "The club called. They wanted to try out a new girl tonight. So she can go on before the headliner. After all no experience is almost as good as a gut and no chest so they can afford to give her a short slot as an audition." He cringed. He suspected the placement of her dances before the big name act was intentional, even guessing the reason, but it hurt to hear her put it so cruelly. "Love, you are gorgeous. You are real while they're nothing but pretense." She waved it off, not looking the least bit upset. "I'm not belittling myself really. Just stating their business strategy. Every couple of months they find someone brand-spanking-new who 'just has to try' so they plug her in my spot. Unless she has skill it's a couple of minutes during which guys get to go to the bar. If she's got skill?" She shrugged. "Most of the porn-stars-pretending-to-be-dancers end up leaving in a huff one way or the other anyway. At least this way they discovered talent out of it." She looked him up and down, eyeing his faded jeans, mangled 'rock band t-shirt' and torn trench-coat. "We'll stop at your place on our way so you can change." He started to ask where they were going but she grabbed his arm with both of hers and dragged him down the stairs and out the door. He wondered if he simply missed the cab sitting out front in his excitement or if it arrived while he was sputtering inside. She pulled him in and gave the driver his address. "I figured you'd be out with the guys so I called my girl friends to find out what they were up to. Turns out my best friend was throwing a party at her place. Since you're free after all, so much the better. I can show you off." She added a wink to the last. She curled up, feet pulled under her in the back seat, as she clung to his arm and nuzzled against his skin. He smiled, feeling her silken cheek and leaned back to contemplate his outfit. Being honest with himself there really was very little selection to choose from. Were it not for her weight anchoring him to the seat he would have jumped. He failed to notice when one of her hands slipped away until it absently massaged the slight bulge between his legs. He looked down in surprise to see her eyes closed in contentment as her hand seemed to caress him of its own accord. He pulsed once and his body shuddered with the unexpected sensation, causing her to open her eyes in surprise. She noticed where her hand rested and looked accusingly at him. He shook his head vigorously. Her eyes widened briefly before she began to laugh. Her hand began to move with more determined intent as she continued to clutch his arm. He knew the game. They played occasionally on busses or in other public locations. The purpose was to see how worked up they could get each other before they got home at the end of the date. After the first date the two never repeated their 'public performance'. He still remained slightly embarrassed about that and hoped no one had stumbled upon them as they slept naked. His hand began to snake under her to torment her hidden breasts. She released him long enough to slap his hand away lightly. Her eyes came up to meet his, a playful twinkle dancing within. So this was her game? Torment him mercilessly without any recourse or revenge? He returned her gaze with a lopsided smile. The night was young and he knew many ways to return the favor. He would have his turn discreetly antagonizing her where she could not reciprocate. A few minutes later he thanked his luck that he lived close by as the cab pulled up to the curb. He strained so painfully against the fabric of his jeans that he practically jumped out of the cab before it stopped completely. She laughed at the sight as he leaned over to hand the driver some money through the window, carefully concealing the obvious bulge. When he started towards the door to his apartment building and she didn't follow he assumed he needed to be quick in changing. He had to adjust himself numerous times, while traveling up the two flights of stairs to his apartment, as he began to shrink from lack of attention. As the strain began to lull he noticed a new discomfort. It was as if the blood draining from his length flooded his testicles building an unbearable pressure within. "Oh, she is SO going to pay for that." By the time he reached his apartment he was breathing heavily from the psychological strain. Throwing open his closet door he quickly gathered his formal looking denim pants, a button-up shirt and a gold tie that caught the light perfectly against the rest of the black ensemble. In a minute he was changed and flying back down the stairs ignoring the pressure pounding against his frayed nerves. With that as a constant companion it was going to be a long night indeed. Outside, she was leaning against the cab holding her arm up to track his progress on her watch. When he finally appeared she started tapping her foot. While her expression was dour there remained a playful twinkle in her eyes that let him know she wasn't serious. He stuck out his tongue in response as he skipped every other stair in his haste. As he slid past her, ducking into the car, she whispered in his ear. "Don't stick it out unless you intend to use it." This time he stuck it out and held it defiantly, eliciting a laugh. "I'll remind you of that later!" They settled back into the uncomfortable seat and she gave the cabby the address. As she returned her attention to him a small whimper escaped her as she discovered his flaccid state. He growled out, "all the pressure went elsewhere!" She chuckled, either at his discomfort or the joke he wasn't sure but he glared at her lack of compassion. It was all her fault anyway. As an apology, or perhaps an attempt to erase his frown, she leaned in to kiss him. His stomach fluttered and his heart raced as every ounce of passion shifting between them flooded into the kiss. He drank the warmth of her mouth, reveled in the press of her sweet lips and rejoiced in the dance of their tongues. When she pulled back, far too soon, she leaned in to whisper in his ear again. "I love it when you dress up." "Same to you. That dress is absolutely stunning on you." She blushed. He leaned forward for another delicious kiss when she stopped him short. His breath caught again as she held then began to message him once more, more vigorously than before. Frozen as he was by the sudden turn he couldn't resist when she lightly pushed him to lean back against the seat. His heart and lungs began working an eternal instant later but she once again held the strength of initiative. In moments the strain against his pants rivaled the earlier pressure still built within his need. He closed his eyes to focus all his concentration on resisting the impending explosion. "Stop. Please, stop." Slightly to his surprise she did. He waited, letting his breathing and heart slow as he slowly avoided the messy consequences of her torture. Basic functions under control at last he felt himself pulse with the first frustration of fresh shrinking. Then her hand was there, and worse only a single layer of fabric resisted her. He was fully, unbearably, hard in an instant. His eyes flew wide to see her reaching inside the zipper she discreetly opened. Before he could protest her hand slipped under the folds of his boxer-briefs to clutch his length. The warmth of her hand brought him closer once more as the unbelievable roller-coaster of hormones she inspired soared back upwards. He yelped quietly as his flesh scraped against the rough zipper when she brought him through the various layers of fabric. He was panting in time with her slow, gentle strokes. She knew him well enough now to draw forth his lust and keep him near the edge without bringing him closer. Her weight shifted until she knelt in the wells between the back and front seats. His eyes flashed in horror and embarrassment to the rear-view mirror only to relax slightly witnessing the driver's concentration deliberately on the road ahead. She set this up while I changed! The realization struck suddenly, sending him even closer to the edge. She looked up in surprise grinning. She leaned forward and he shuddered in anticipation. Although she took him into her mouth frequently, as her preferred method to torment him hard, she had never finished him with the method. He often speculated the only reason guys sought it as the end-all-be-all of sex was because so many woman preferred not to do it. A kiss at the very tip of his head brought him crashing back to reality. She pulled away and began to unroll a condom down his length. His confusion grew as he noticed the wrapper, standard not flavored. She reached the bottom as his lust fogged mind came to the inevitable, if unbelievable, conclusion. Her body lifted quickly, knees sliding across the seat to press against his hips. Her hips crashed forward, sending her knees up his sides slightly as she thrust herself around him. The pressure surged within, sending a wave of sensation cascading throughout his body. Somehow she managed to pull herself free in the awkward position to throw herself onto him once more. She pushed against him, her weight preventing him motion as she began to beat a fierce pleasure into his body with her hips. In moments he was at the edge pulsing and twitching beyond restraint or control. Nothing could hold it off. She pulled herself free, her head flying forward to capture him in a desperate kiss, and sheathed him once more in her warm glory. Time, thought, motion, sensation, all ceased. For the brief instant he floated in eternity. The world crashed back as she pulled herself free. Every muscle in his body cried out in desperation as she mercilessly rode him. He was beyond caring, beyond needing, he simply was as he became nothing more than a mass of stressed nerves singing in ecstasy. He lost track of how long she rode him past his pleasure into the state where it became too much to handle. Euphoria merged with torment once more as he begged her to stop. She grinned and pressed on harder, riding him into and through a second orgasm even before the first fully subsided. Finally as he whimpered, nerveless and weak on the seat, she slowed and stopped. As she collapsed against his chest he noticed her breath only slightly sped. She never came close to her own finish but drove him ever onward through it all. He had to know. He barely managed to whisper, "why?" She leaned forward, intentionally clenching the muscles that held him still and causing him to writhe again in aftershock. "You promised me later. I just wanted a guide mark for you to shoot for." She bit his earlobe before leaning back. Suddenly her expression turned serious, almost sad. "Besides, sometimes I feel the need to remind you what I have to offer." He breathed deeply with no way to respond. He still couldn't understand what she saw in him. Back Room Ch. 04 He got out of the cab first and leaned over to pay the driver through the window. She leaned back, enjoying the site of his firm butt. She loved the look of his body. He wasn't perfect but it was his very imperfections that made him more approachable, more enjoyable, more human. He was drastically overpaying on the tip. She laughed silently thinking how much their show must have been worth. She shook her head and followed him out of the car. A few of her friends were renting a house in the student quarter, a lease grandfathered from their days in college. She still hung out with them on occasion but these days the most contact she had was over the phone every couple of days or so to catch up. Of course any time she needed to vent or consolation she'd call too. They were still her best friends despite the distance estranged professions placed between them. The other dancers at her club treated her well, but the obvious insistence the bosses placed on her lesser status translated directly to the attitudes of those she worked with. The rumbling bass of the music could be heard clearly as the approached the front door. As it got later the police would inevitably arrive to order the party finished but, unless the attitude of the neighbors had changed greatly in the past couple of months, that remained hours away. Now the lights were low, all replaced with colored bulbs or simply muted by draped fabric. There would be a keg for the general guests and a private stash of something harder for friends like her. She turned to him as the cab sped off. He looked hesitant to go in, not a surprise since he'd already had to deal with negative group dynamics once tonight. She had known by his expression that something more than simply suggesting strippers as entertainment had upset him. At a guess they suggested her specifically, possibly impugning her virtue in the process. She wasn't positive, but he was the type of man to become hostile to those kinds of suggestions and the anger had been clearly written on his face. She clutched his arm with both hands and practically hung her weight on him. He barely noticed so she began to direct him forward. He gained confidence as they approached the door until she could finally just hold him, comfortably possessive, by the time they knocked. The woman who answered the door stepped aside instinctively although her expression seeing him was mixed confusion and interest. He was unknown but worth investigating. She couldn't help but cling tighter to his arm as mild jealousy flowed through her. The action brought Patience's attention to bear, her face lighting up with recognition. "I didn't think you'd make it! You always have to work or else you're off with the guy." Patience looked back up at him understanding registering without removing the interest. Another tiny flare of annoyed jealousy flashed in response to the arrogance. As if she didn't matter, as if some time he would be free of her long enough to swoop in and claim him. "I can't fault you for the distraction." Although the words were directed at her the gruff purr of her voice was entirely meant for him. Pushing past and into the party she called over her shoulder. "I called to find out what everyone was up to. I wasn't expecting to be able to bring him but things turned out perfectly." Patience tried to pitch her voice low enough not to be heard. "It certainly did." She heard anyway and bristled. The one among her friends she didn't quite trust had apparently decided he was worth investigating at least. She could only hope for nothing further since the two shared so many physical qualities he enjoyed. Unfortunately her 'friend' carried them slightly better than she did. She hurried into the kitchen, discreetly tossing the tied and used condom into the trash on her way past. Depositing him by the keg to acquire them both beers, she moved into the crowd in search of her best friend. Claire was easy to spot, wearing the most flamboyant dress imaginable. The woman's philosophy was that if people were going to stare at her for her weight she might as well attract attention in any way she could. She laughed and waved. Claire returned the wave enthusiastically hurrying through the crowd to reach her. "I'm glad you could come! Sucks about the club tonight but it's business I suppose. Besides I won't complain about a chance to hang out with you for a night." Her smile was tired but she couldn't do anything but agree. Suddenly her smile brightened and she took her best friend's hand, dragging her towards the kitchen. "On a bright note I have a surprise to show you." Claire looked confused but delighted by the upbeat attitude. Slowly the two worked their way through the crowd and into the kitchen. She knew when her friend spotted the newcomer, 'fresh meat', but couldn't bring herself to be jealous. A spark of pain hit her heart that she could be so insensitive but she simply couldn't see Claire as a threat. The woman was the kindest, most gentle person she ever met, and knew from the occasional boyfriends that she was incredible in bed. It shamed her that some part of her still could not overcome judging her friend's appearance. Her best friend looked over from him to her standing next to him and the connection dawned. Claire's eyes lit up and she enfolded the confused man in a giant hug. "It's so wonderful to meet you! You can't believe the changes you've made in our little girl here! She's so much happier, much more relaxed, and I haven't even gotten a single late night phone call in a month and a half. I can only attribute that to you taking extra care of her!" He blushed and looked away, trying to mumble something appropriate. She smiled and had pity on him, interlacing her fingers with his. "This is Claire." His eyes lit up as he finally understood. Now he returned the hug with all his strength. "She's told me all about you. It's wonderful to meet you too." The two were going to get along wonderfully. "I was afraid her inviting me might be uncomfortable since no one knows me." Finally Claire released him. His arm slid comfortably around the small of her back resting where it had in the cab and drawing her tight to his side. The familiar flush of excitement coursed through her at the blessed contact. "Nonsense. Look around," she waved a hand at the crowd, "we couldn't possibly know all of these people. It's almost more of a block party than anything. That's why we never get noise complaints, everyone from houses around is here." The two couldn't help but laugh. If she wasn't entirely accurate it certainly seemed close enough given the packed rooms. "Besides, you'd have been more than welcome if it had been close friends only." From Patience that would have sounded like innuendo but Claire said it with nothing but honest truth. "But I thought he couldn't come?" "Plans changed. It was 'guys night' but I just didn't feel comfortable around them anymore." It was all she could do to keep from jumping in surprise as his hand slid lower to first cup, then squeeze her butt. As the slight tingle faded she almost regretted initiating their torment contest. He now had a distinct advantage with hormones no longer flooding his system. Worse, her inspired actions in the cab only made her more horny while relieving all of his discomfort. She contemplated relinquishing the victory this night to drag him into one of her friends' bedrooms and insisting he follow through with his promise to pleasure her. Claire looked at her rather than him. "Growing up a bit is he?" She laughed. "He started that way. He's just lost patience with them." She couldn't keep her leg from twitching as his finger pressed lightly into the crease between her cheeks. The action itself was safe but it hinted at torment to come. The simple suggestion sent a pulse of desire through her body, jumpstarted early by their fun in the backseat. Calm as can be he handed her a beer he'd placed on the table pushed against the wall. There was a twinkle in his eyes that betrayed the intent of the subtle shift of his hand. Claire sensed something occurring but could find no sign of foul play, failing to notice the slight tension in the material covering her hips and lust. Claire simply smiled a knowing smile and shook her head. "I'll let you get back to enjoying yourselves." She snickered slightly before continuing. "Find me later so we can catch up. K?" She nodded in response. "I will." With a final smile her best friend wandered off, leaving her at his mercy. His hand squeezed once more, this time tugging at her flesh just enough that the skin pulled against puckered muscles and caused her to gasp. She smacked his chest with the back of her hand and he laughed. He knew he was going to win the night. She tried to look annoyed but devolved into a grin as she considered what he would be doing later. Her imagination proved as effective as his taunts when a shudder raced through her body. His grin widened, showing he knew his every taunt held a secondary aftereffect that she could never match against him. She shifted, sliding her body across his slowly in order to look up into his eyes. As she pressed against him their bodies concealed her free hand. Slowly her hand descended, rubbing against the flaccid bulge she treasured. Slowly she caressed, pushing only slightly to excite, rather than overwhelm, the sensitive nerves. Her voice dropped to a growl full of promise. "Remember, you might have an easier time exciting me, but yours is harder to hide." She ended by cupping and squeezing the entire package and was rewarded by the cruel pulse of life within. She stepped back, satisfied with his mollified look of defiance. The bulge, noticeable under any circumstances in his tight pants, had indeed grown slightly. He wasn't so large that anyone but she, who now knew his body intimately, would recognize the beginnings of his condition. It was only the faintest of starts and he would need a lot more work before he was ready for a second round but the night could prove a long one for him if she set her mind to it. She smiled cruelly. Did it matter if he actually finished a second time? After all the longer he stayed hard the more fun her ride, especially if he fulfilled his promise first. His jaw dropped in shock as he stared at her, almost as if he read her thoughts. Of course he probably did know what her smile implied, their senses of humor being so similar. She tried to hide her mouth behind her cup only to burst out laughing when he, for the third time that night, stuck his tongue out. Her traitor body responded to the jibe by clenching deep muscles even as she laughed. He took his own beer and the two merged into the crowd to enjoy the party. She enjoyed watching the living currents as people flowed around each other, going for more alcohol, to the bathroom, or to dance in the unofficially designated corner. He wanted to bring her to dance but a single cocked eyebrow reminded him it was her day off. He laughed and wandered off to the corner. Over the next hour she hung out catching up with friends as he alternated dancing and returning to refresh their frequently empty drinks and press his body to hers. Where he could he would play; a slight brush against her nipple here, a squeeze of her butt there, even the occasional caress pressing her dress between her legs. The meticulous buildup was beginning to drive her nuts. She gave as good as she got but somehow he seemed to burn off the sexual tension as he danced. It was an amazing ability of his. If she didn't manage to get him right to the very edge, or fairly close to it, his frustration would slowly fade. She'd never known a man who didn't suffer 'blue-balls' before. On the other hand she was just about ready to drag him away. She knew the house well and could probably discover an open bedroom. Her mind set she looked to the dance corner and discovered him missing. Her smile began to fade as she realized her cup was empty. He hadn't been through to get her drink so he hadn't gone to the kitchen. It was possible he'd gone to the bathroom. She wandered towards the hall, determined to molest him the moment he left the bathroom, as fire raged deep within her core. As she wandered past the dining room her blood froze. Every trace of alcohol and lust seemed to burn from her body as rage consumed her. There, where the couch had been moved from the main room, he sat. His hands wrapped firmly around the tight stomach of Patience. The slut's hips ground against his lust as she straddled him. With her miniskirt hiked to her waist the world could clearly see the piece of string she tried to pass as a thong as it slid between quite visible lips. Her shirt twirled above her head causing her barely covered tits to sway hypnotically inches from his nose. Was this how he'd managed to calm himself all night? She tried to look up, past the dazed smile, but she couldn't bring herself to look into his beautiful blue pools. She didn't know whether she feared to see his enjoyment or his deceit. "Shit!" Even as she spun she heard him starting to rise, dumping the bitch from his lap. She was halfway to the door when he started calling her name, Patience calling his in turn. She stumbled in her heels, the many rounds of beer affecting her balance despite her apparent clarity. She knew he was catching up so she kicked off her shoes and rushed for the door. In moments she was free into the night air, heading down the street toward the cab stand. His hand latched around her elbow not thirty feet from the cabs. She stumbled as he spun her to face him but he caught her surely in a vice grip on both her arms, holding her steady. His grip relaxed instantly, assured she regained her balance. "It wasn't what it looked like!" "Sure it wasn't! That's why that," she smacked the firm bulge in his pants causing him to flinch in pain, "is so calm!" She had known he was hard the moment she saw the two. She loved his equipment, the way it felt, the way it reacted to her, and often saw him first by it. Now it had betrayed his true nature. "Maybe you should have called me earlier. I could have gotten one of the other girls to come along and made some money. That way you could have sowed your oats without trying to hide it. Hell, maybe I should go over there now!" The pain was replaced by a look of utter horror as she aimed her words as defiantly as her hand. Perhaps some part of her even meant it. Even through his frustration he flagged one of the cars, its engine roaring to life in response. "Look I didn't do anything." Intense pain echoed in his voice. She was glad. She hadn't intended to hit hard enough to hurt him but she felt no remorse. "I was coming back from the bathroom when she found me in there. Before I knew it she'd pushed me onto the couch and climbed on top of me. I was trying to push her off when you got there." There was more than pain in his voice, there was desperation. Of course he might simply not want to lose his sure lay but she thought he was being honest. She'd been fooled before though. The cab pulled up and he held open the door for her. She got in but he waited outside watching her. She could pull the door closed and leave him standing there or let him ride with her. That was the decision he left open to her. She could afford the cab home but it would be much easier to split the fair. She figured she could deal with him as far as his place so she grudgingly nodded him in. The relief in his eyes as he smiled feebly and climbed in tugged at her but she resisted, remembering how well men learned to lie with their eyes. When the driver asked for the location he looked to her and she gave his address wanting the last leg alone to gather her thoughts. As the cab barreled through the streets she pressed against her side and noticed that he sat near the other door. His body language was conflicted. His head kept trying to turn to watch her only to be recalled before he could. His legs and hips kept inching closer before he caught it and pulled back. All this she saw in the meek reflection of the window. If he was pretending he was a maestro, playing every little tick and tell of the concerned lover and none of the guilty. Of course she expected no less if he had been playing her the whole time. As the cab pulled around the corner a block from his building her phone rang. She fumbled about her bag desperate to grab it before whoever was calling hung up. Finally she got it out flipped it open and, seeing Claire's cell number hit 'send' to accept the call. She was barely into the greetings when the car came to a stop. "Look, I'm sorry about what happened." He got out and leaned through the passenger window to pay for this leg of the trip with tip. "It wasn't your fault. I should have known what would happen. I should have realized what he's like." He flinched but she ignored him, just as successfully as she ignored his tight ass walking away, or the defeated slump of his shoulders. Oh, he was a master all right. From the first moment in the club! "What? He encouraged it? Did he admit that or something?" The confused questions startled her out of her reverie of watching him slink away. "What? No, not really. But isn't it obvious? He was holding her for Christ's sake. His face was practically buried in her tits! And he was certainly hard from her grinding!" "Where to now lady?" "Oh love, it's not like that. Really." Claire paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "Mary saw the whole thing. He was on his way into the kitchen when Patience cut him off, pressing against him. When he tried to back away she pushed him back onto the couch. Apparently he'd had a bit to drink and she, watching the door, was sober so it was easy. She was on top of him instantly and pulled off her shirt before he could react." The cabbie repeated his question but she simply held up a finger indicating a moment. "He pushed her off and then bolted for the door. That's all we knew until someone mentioned they saw you storming out." There was another heartfelt pause. "Baby, I knew I shouldn't have invited Patience but she's been calm recently. I'm sorry it had to happen, but even more to you. Please don't hold it against the rest of us?" She was stunned. "Of course not." It barely came out. "Look, I think I handled it way wrong on my end. I really gotta go. I'll give you a call tomorrow?" "Sure. I know you'll be able to fix this, whatever it is. He seems like a good guy. I'll talk to you tomorrow." She heard the click from the other end and dropped the closed phone back in her bags. Tears blurred her vision as she looked at the expectant driver. She handed him a couple of unseen bills as a tip for waiting before hurrying out of the cab and to the front door. The door remained open until eleven so she passed through without difficulty and hurried up the two flights, pausing outside his door to collect herself. She wiped away the tears, took a deep breath, pulled back her shoulders and knocked. There was some shuffling inside but no motion towards the door. She knocked again. "One moment." She waited, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed as he neared the door. When he opened it he wasn't even looking, so focused was he on the phone in his other hand. "I'm so sorry! I honestly don't know what happened. It seems like one minute I was about to get a beer and the next she was practically on top of me!" "She was on top of you." His voice stopped as hers registered. He spun to face her, the phone dropping to his side. With his eyes wide and mouth open in stunned silence she fought to keep her face calm, to keep from bursting into laughter at the cliched expression. Instead she nodded towards the phone. "You should probably hang that up if it's to my machine." Of it's own accord his thumb keyed it off. Back Room Ch. 04 She pushed past him into his comfortable livingroom. As she neared the couch she kept her voice even. "Are you going to stand there with the door open while we talk about this?" She always hated watching women use psychological ploys against their men. She knew she was doing it now, her calm facade an imitation of anger, but she couldn't help it. It had hurt too much to see him like that and she needed him to understand that before she could go on. It hurt even more to find out she hadn't listened to the truth when he told it and she couldn't face that. Not yet. He closed the door and moved over to crouch in front of her, inches from her knees. "I'm so sorry. I had no idea what was going on until she was already on top of me..." She cut him off. "I know." He looked confused. "You know? But I'm not just trying to make excuses. I really didn't realize she was into me or whatever." The pain in his eyes broke her resolve. She couldn't follow the ploy to the end as much as part of her wanted to. The part that wanted to make him hurt for causing such anguish, and for her own pain as she turned on herself, could not bear to look into those eyes. "No, love. I know because Claire told me what happened." She found it hard to meet those turbulent blue pools but she forced the connection to remain. "I should have listened. I should have believed." A tear escaped to roll down her cheek. "I should have looked past the hurt and into your eyes. I couldn't even look to see if you were lying." More tears quickly followed. His thumb found the first and brushed it clear. He stopped trying to catch them as more and more flowed after, instead he leaned forward, shifting her head to his shoulder for support. As she cried he slowly maneuvered to sit beside her on the couch, never breaking the physical connection as she cried away her frustration and fear. His strong arms encircled her, protecting her. The warmth of his body enveloped her comfortingly. His presence a barrier against the pain, against the world. Finally her eyes slowed then stopped. She felt drained, almost empty, but free of the worry. His words were soft as they brushed into her ear from inches away. "I still have a promise to fulfill tonight." Confused she began to look towards him when his hand shifted slightly until it covered her stomach and she remembered his promise. Her body clenched in anticipation. It would be a wonderful end to a troubled day.