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I wasn't joking when I told Nikki I was no good for her. Every relationship I've ever had turns to shit because the women get jealous-as-fuck about what I do for a living. Lacey being the last and, shockingly, longest relationship I had. Even when I was still stripping, she had been there, but for whatever reason, things at Dirty made her more jealous--but for fuck's sake, my clothes stay on there. Even if I wanted something more than casual, I can't bring another woman close only to have them start their bullshit about my job or them--because if a woman can't support what I enjoy doing, she isn't worth my time.
My phone chimes from across the room, and I toss the covers back before climbing from my bed and over to where I tossed my pants earlier. Swear to God, this had better not be Libby with more bullshit for me to clean up. Or worse, Lacey.
Unknown: I just made myself come thinking about you.
"What the fuck?"
Me: Who the hell is this?
Unknown: Ouch. Guess that wasn't as memorable of a kiss as I thought it was.
Me: Nikki?
Unknown: Got it in one, starboy.
My lips form into a smirk at the stupid-as-fuck nickname. I back out of the text and quickly store her number, walking back to my bed before replying to her.
Me: Didn't think you would be this quick, cherie.
Nikki: Oh, I wasn't. I made sure and played with myself for a long while before I finally came.
Me: Jesus fucking Christ.
Nikki: Yeah, I think I might have said that a few times, too.
Me: You're playing with fire.
Nikki: Good thing I prefer my fun hot.
Nikki: Tell me, what would you say if I had a mutually beneficial offer for you?
Me: I would still say you have no idea what you're getting into, but I'll hear you out.
I lean back and watch the stupid fucking dots dance at the bottom of the screen while she types, reading back her words while stroking my hard cock with my free hand. Jesus, I bet she did fucking get herself off too. She had been seconds away from coming in my arms earlier and I hadn't even gotten my hands past her hips and ass. My hand speeds up, and I lean back against the headboard while I wait for her to respond, my mind bringing up an image of her from earlier. Long blond hair cascading down her back, her angelic face free of the heavy makeup most women who come to Dirty wear. The black skirt she had on so fucking short if she would have bent over, I bet I would have gotten a perfect shot of her pussy. Her heavy tits straining the black top she had on, some kind of lace shit that showed her skin and the fact she was only wearing a red bra underneath.
And those shoes. They had been the first thing I noticed. All I thought about during that dance in front of her had been what those heels would feel like digging into my ass while I pounded into her.
I was so lost in my mind that when my phone went off, it surprised the fuck out of me, my orgasm just seconds away, retreating briefly.
Nikki: I'm in the need of some help getting rid of a little problem I have, and judging by the chemistry we so clearly have, I think you're just what I need, Shane. You pretend you can't get enough of me, we enjoy some fun between us, and hopefully that little problem gets a clue. The mutual benefits come in terms of you fucking me so hard I forget what my name is. All I could think about while I came all over my fingers was how much better it would have been with that hard cock I felt earlier. So what do you say? A little role playing?
"Oh, fuck." My abs clench as I come, thick jets shooting from my cock and all over my stomach from just her fucking words alone. "You've got to be kidding me," I tell the darkness around me as the thick load starts to roll from my body to the mattress. I drop the phone on to the bed and jump up before I get my own fucking come all over my bed. I'm not against sleeping in sheets wet from a release, but only when it's a woman I've been working over for hours, not my own shit stickying them up.
When I get back from the bathroom, my stomach clean from my release and my cock finally going down, I almost choke on my tongue when I see the numerous texts from Nikki.
Nikki: Maybe I shouldn't have had that bottle of wine after I left Dirty.
Nikki: Or the one after that.
Nikki: Oh, son of a Bieber, you probably think I'm nuts.
Nikki: Can you just forget ... all of that?
Nikki: Can you unsend texts? I should just stop. And Google. OMG. I swear, I'm not crazy.
Nikki: Just one more question. Is your cock as big as it felt?
Nikki: Oh, holy Hanson. Forget that too. OMG.
Anddddd there goes my cock again. I look down, seeing it standing at full attention again, and groan. Without thinking about it, not even giving one fucking shit if this is a good idea or not, I turn on the light next to my bed and bring up the camera on my phone, snapping a picture of my cock and sending it to her all in mere seconds.
Nikki: OMFG. Is that ... if your last name was Princeton instead of Kingston, I could have a lot of fun with the jokes over that piercing. Hey, how do you fit that monster inside your man panties?
Me: What the fuck are man panties?
Nikki: Boxers. Briefs. Whitie tighties. Banana hammock. Man panties. Whatever!
I roll my eyes and laugh despite the corny as shit temptress.
Me: I don't wear them.
Nikki: I'm going to die. Scratch that, I think I AM dead.
Me: Exactly how drunk are you, Nicole?
Nikki: On a scale of what to what?
Me: From meaning what the fuck you're saying to me and forgetting this conversation happened until you wake up and read it back in the morning.
Nikki: Somewhere in the middle, but closer to the meaning what I'm saying. Definitely closer to meaning what I'm saying.
Me: You want my cock?
Nikki: Are we sexting now?
I laugh, deep belly laughter that booms through the silent room.
Nikki: Am I supposed to send you a picture too now? Is that how this works?
My cock jerks. God, she's refreshing.
Nikki: I'm not sure if I can get a picture as good as yours, though. You don't even have to work at it, do you? Just pull that monster out and snap a pic. I have to contort my body to get all my jiggly bits in there and then it's just not hot. You know what is hot, though? Me after I take a million pictures just to get ONE good enough to send back.
Me: God, you're a nut, Nikki.
Nikki: Plus, you're an ass man. I can't exactly take a good picture of my own ass.
Me: I'm a man, cherie; there isn't a single part of a woman I love more than the other.
She doesn't respond. The little dots don't appear. Shit. I read back my words and realize she might have misunderstood me. I sound just like the slut Nate was accusing me of earlier. She isn't wrong, though; I'm definitely an ass man. But I'm a legs man, a tits man, a sexy brain man ... there isn't a part of a woman I don't enjoy the fuck out of.
I was just about to text her back when she finally responds. Only, this time she really does suck the wind right out of my lungs. I don't even look at the keyboard as I type back, my eyes riveted on the screen.
Me: You're getting my cock. Fucking hell. Now I just can't decide if you're going to get it in your pussy or between those tits first. I'll be at your house at lunch, and we'll discuss how much we're going to mutually enjoy these benefits.
She doesn't respond, but I wouldn't have paid any attention if she had. I was too busy looking at the picture she had sent. Lying against her gray sheets, she has one dainty-as-fuck hand between her legs with her fingers buried deep. Her bare and full tits just begging for my attention so powerfully my mouth waters.
All I can do now is pray that she meant what she said because, one way or the other, Nikki Clark will be mine.
"UH," EMBER SPUTTERS.
"Uh, what?"
"Did ... uh ... Nikki!"
"Jonas on a stick, what is wrong with you?" I question, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and starting to climb out of her deep-set couch. Bam, her huge beast
of a dog, grunts when I move over him to get off their couch. "Move, you hulking monster."
Quinnly squeals her happy baby laughter when she sees me from her spot in the middle of the living room surrounded by toys.
"Hey Quinnie-Q-Moosie-Moo," I sing to her, gaining an adorable smile as she drools all over herself. "How the heck did I end up on the couch when I went to bed in your guest room?"
"Nikki!" Ember yells in a high-pitched squeak.
"It isn't normal that you can even get your voice that high! Do you not remember polishing off that bottle of wine last night? Chill yourself, woman."
