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Does he know? How can he possibly know? “This isn’t like, the first penis I’m touching or anything,” I lie quickly.
Rooster shakes his head in agreement. “No, of course not. I’m sure you’ve touched plenty before.”
Under the weight of his words, I unravel. “Okay, fine, itisthe first penis I’ve touched. But there’s nothing wrong with that.”
“You know, you’re very cute when you blush.” He leans in a little closer and I can feel the warmth of his breath on my lips. “Tell me, Chastity, have you had a first kiss yet?”
“Of course, I have.” The indignation in my tone reverberates through my chest. I think I said that a little too harshly.
But Rooster doesn’t notice, or if he does, he doesn’t care. Because he just nods his head slowly and says, “Then let this one be the best kiss you’ve ever had.” And before I can process his words, his lips are on mine.
I shut my eyes automatically and drift off into a sea of tranquility. Despite the fireworks going off and Blake screaming ‘yes, queen!’ in my head, I feel like I’m right where I’m supposed to be. His lips move against mine in a sensual dance and it feels unlike anything I’ve ever done before. I feel like I’ve spent my entire life starving for oxygen and I’ve finally taken my first real breath.
Jason’s face flickers across the back of my mind once more, but his features disappear and reform. Suddenly the only man I see is Rooster. My hand is on his penis and my lips are on his. He is all that I need.
A one-way ticket to hell, please, first class.
ROOSTER
I’ve never quite been the type to fool around with clients. When I started working at Stallions, I knew several people who did. Python is one of the biggest repeat offenders, but hey, that’s on him. Crazy, obsessed women have been known to follow him home on more than one occasion.
I keep my hands to myself though. When a client crosses the line, I gently steer them in another direction. If they keep trying to touch me or get intimate, I’ll kindly tell them to stop. If it continues after that, security and Paula get involved. I’ve never caused any problems at the club before.
But today I decide to get a little problematic. It isn’t the sensual music bumping through the speakers or the empty Velvet Room now that Big D and his guest have left. It isn’t how sexy or hot Chastity looks. It isn’t even the fact that her hand is instinctually rubbing my cock through my G-string making me harder than a diamond in an ice storm.
It’s the innocence written on her face in blushes and covert glances. It’s the way she talks to me like I’m a person and not some air-headed male dancer who’s here for the attention. It’s the way talking to her has made me want to leave Stallions this instant, go home, and apply to take the next step in my career. And in a small, almost insubstantial way not even worth mentioning, it’s the way her tongue tentatively drags across my bottom lip as if asking for permission to enter my mouth and fearing that I might say no.
I part my lips and take her tongue in my mouth. She tastes like vodka and cranberry, the tart fruit exploding on my taste buds as I suck on her appendage gently. There’s a small voice in my head telling me to treat her gently because she is more innocent than she lets on, but it’s overtaken by the part that wants to have her in my arms.
I grab Chastity by the waist and drag her onto my lap. Our kiss is broken for a moment and I see a spellbound look on her face as I drape her over my member. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” I whisper to her, desperate to do everything with this girl.
Chastity wraps her arms around my neck and leans down again, our lips colliding once more. It’s been a long time since I simply made out with a woman. I’ve kissed girlfriends here and there, but making out is an act reserved for the youth. But somehow this simple make out session gets me hotter than a midwest August night.
I allow my hands to explore everything within reach. I caress her backside, fingers disappearing beneath the dress until I can feel her skin. Goosebumps dapple her thighs as I trace broad patterns up and down the flesh. She is silky smooth and delicious, the sweetest candy I’ve ever tasted.
Her breath comes in ragged strips as my hands explore uncharted territory. We’re connected at the mouth and she moans soft kitten mewls against my lips. I almost regret starting this here, at Stallions, because there’s no way we can take this further.
It takes a great deal of restraint to pull myself away from her. Her eyes pop open, heavily dilated, and she looks at me as if she has no idea where she is. “We should go,” I tell her urgently. “My house or yours. Somewhere.” Hell, I would settle for the Stallions bathroom at this point; I’m not picky. But I think Chastity is a virgin and I can’t allow her first time to be in a bathroom.
“Your place,” she decides quickly. “Maybe I should say goodbye to my friends.” But she doesn’t take her eyes off of me or bother to get up.
I grip her hips and hold her firmly in place. If I was less of a man, I’d be rubbing my cock all over her center right now. I want to press against her until we’re both panting and unable to hold ourselves back. “Whatever you want, Chastity. I just want to be with you.”
That isn’t coming from a guy who will say anything to get laid; it’s coming from a man who might have found his soulmate and will do anything to spend some alone time with her.
Chastity wiggles her way off my lap and out of my grasp. My lap feels empty without her and my dick is standing straight up. “I’ll text Blake. Take me to your place, Rooster.”
I’ll take her wherever she wants to go. My place, Disneyland, even the moon. Chastity gives me hope, the kind that overpowers every other emotion. “All right, let me get my things from the dressing room first.” I get out of the booth and grab her hand, bringing it to my lips for a chaste kiss. “Come with me. I don’t want to be without you for a second.”
I’m not exaggerating for effect; I truly don’t want her to leave. I lead her out of the Velvet Room and onto the floor. No one pays us any attention when we disappear once more, this time into the dressing room. Paula will kill me for leaving early, but I don’t care. If she asks, I’ll tell her I was feeling sick. She doesn’t want a sick stripper on the floor, right?
“I’m going to put on my street clothes. You can turn around if that would make you feel more comfortable.” Something about seeing a dancer take off his chaps and G-string is far less sexy than watching him dance with it on.
Chastity bites her bottom lip with a smile and turns her back to me. “I’ve never done something like this before, you know,” she says as she stares at the wall.
I pause mid-outfit change to come up behind her and grab her hips. I press my lips to the top of her head and grin even though she can’t see it. “I know, Chastity. And if all we do is go back to my place and chat, that’s fine with me. I just want to be with you.”
She leans into me and releases a comfortable sigh. “You don’t know what it means to hear you say those words.”
