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I shoot her a wink. “I’ll go back to school when you start trying to get a job that you love.”
CHASTITY
Icould talk to Rooster forever. Is that a bad thing?
At one point, I see Blake’s face pass by the door to the Velvet Room. Her eyes shift inside and she slows down to see if she can spot me, but the security guarding the entrance moves her along pretty quick. She tosses me a little wave before disappearing.
I should go back to the party and hang out with my girls, but I prefer being with Rooster. He is gentle and sweet and he talks to me like everything I have to say is interesting. Sometimes he holds my hand, sometimes his hand rests on my thigh. And for a period of time, I forget about Jason. I hardly think about my fiancé as this handsome, wonderful man bestows upon me all the physical touch I’ve ever dreamed of.
A small part of me thinks that he’s only doing it because it’s his job. The deeper a connection he can make with a client, the more likely they are to tip him well. But then he asks me if I have any siblings and what they do and I see a part of him that isn’t meant for the floor.
“You know, you never did tell me why they call you Rooster.” At one point, maybe twenty minutes ago, another drink was delivered to me with a note. Blake had written in her loopy cursive handwriting that if I wanted him to dance, I just had to ask him. It made me smile, but it wasn’t what I wanted.
Rooster clicks his tongue as he leans back against the booth. “I was hoping we’d avoid that tonight. We were having such a good conversation,” he teases.
I’ve noticed all the men have suggestive names. But how did a man as handsome as Rooster get stuck with such an ugly stage name? “Then what’s your real name?”
He reaches over to pat my thigh and hushes me quickly. “You are very inquisitive. My real name is Robert, but there’s nothing sexy about a man on stage named Bobby.”
I want to tell him that I think Bobby is cute, but that’s the problem. Bobby isn’t a name you yell out in bed; it’s the name of your high school boyfriend.
“When I showed up for my interview, the Hiring Manager said I had the biggest cock in the joint. You can’t really say that in an ad, so she started calling me Rooster. The name stuck and I’ve been Rooster ever since.” He turns to look at me with a lazy gaze. “Does that satisfy your curiosity?”
If anything, it makes me more curious about what’s between his legs. That G-string is starting to look more like a hindrance. “You all have pretty big,” I pause to blush because I’ve never said the word out loud like this, “pretty big cocks,” I tell him with a whisper. “How does she know yours is bigger?”
This sends him into a fit of laughter. “God, you are just as chaste as your name implies.”
The red on my cheeks deepens as I’m embarrassed by his words. I’ve never focused on my virtuous behavior before. To be quite honest, I didn’t think there was much to focus on. I had been kissed and fondled a time or two in high school, but there wasn’t much beyond that, right? Just sex? I’ve never considered myself to be chaste in any other sense of the word. “I am not,” I protest.
Rooster leans over and brings his palm to my cheek, stroking his thumb across the expanse gently. “It’s okay, Chastity. I find it rather sweet. Half the women that come in here are just trying to get me out of my chaps.”
I’d like to get him out of his chaps as well. I want to see if he’s really packing all that heat under there that he claims. When a man tells you he’s got the biggest dick in the building, it makes you want to investigate his claims. “Well, maybe that’s what I want to do,” I announce with a sniff.
An eyebrow raises and one corner of his lips tip into a smirk. “Oh, yeah? You think so?” Rooster leans a little closer and our lips are now only centimeters apart. “Prove it.”
My heart starts beating double time in my chest. It feels like a thin layer of sweat breaks out across my body. Though the AC in the room is blasting, I feel hot all over.
Jason’s face flashes through my head and for a second I see his smiling face. But with it comes all the memories. He doesn’t like to hold my hand. He doesn’t touch my face. He doesn’t do anything to increase the physical intimacy between us. I’m not even talking about sex, I’m talking about the little things. If he put his hand on the small of my back… if he rested his hand on my thigh every once in a while when we were at dinner… if he looked at me with half the intensity that Rooster looks at me… perhaps I wouldn’t be here right now.
I bring my hand forward to touch the leather of Rooster’s chaps. It feels cool and soft beneath my hand as I stretch it higher. “See?” There’s a quaver in my voice. “I’m proving it.”
Without breaking eye contact, he reaches between and puts his hand on top of mine. Slowly, he drags it closer to his G-string until my nails are hovering over his crotch. “You’d really prove it if you touched me right here,” Rooster says in a whisper.
If I believed in heaven and hell, I know where I’d be going after this. I don’t quite fancy myself a one-way ticket to hell, but I’ve never touched someone’s penis before. So I let my hand fall, covering the thin cloth that covers his member. A fever of thoughts overtakes me.
He’s so big.
How does he get that inside someone?
Oh, my god, Blake is going to freak out.
I’m freaking out.
He’s so soft.
Wait, no, I think he’s getting hard.
“That’s better,” he says with a grin. “How does that feel, chaste Chastity?”
