Neon lights flashed across the car park, their glow reflected in the shiny puddles. I got a sense someone was watching. It was probably a perv, I thought, as I pulled my beautiful breasts out of my vest. The smoking shed door was open. Anyone could see.
“Show me what your mouth does, baby. Open it wider, come on, beautiful,” Rat grunted. He gasped as I licked his bellend. Groaning as he wanked his medium-sized cock, he shot white creamy cum on my cheek. My saliva dripped off his foreskin.
Kneeling appealingly in front of Rat, I squeezed my 34DD breasts together. He might be a tough guy, security manager at The Lust Lounge to everyone else, but he turned into a cuddly giant bear cub as soon as I got my mouth around his hard dick.
“Thanks, Jez,” he smiled at me as he put his dick back in his flies. His pants looked crusty; I could taste pussy on his cock. I guessed a lot of the girls looked after Rat. He held my face for a second. I opened my eyes wide, licking the hot semen from my plump pink top lip.
Rat passed me a tissue. I smiled and wiped my face in the smoking shed near the club’s back entrance. The door was open, but the car park was still quiet.
“I told Lee I would look after you while he’s inside. I’m a man of my word, sugar. You know you are out of his league,” Rat said as he helped me up off my knees.
When Rat said Lee’s name, my tummy did a somersault. Rat had got me this job dancing at the Lust Lounge lap dancing club because Lee asked him to, and now I felt like I owed him.
I was pulling up my sheer black booty shorts and panties when I noticed Kira was standing, glaring at me from the doorway. It was dark, but I could recognise her.
“Can we help you,” I snapped and glared back. Jealous bitch.
“Rat, I thought we were hooking up,” Kira said, barging past me. I heard her whining as I walked away, tottering on my dancing heels.
Jealous. Ugly. Bitch.
~XXX~
I was having a fantastic time. No one was going to ruin it. Anywhere is a step up from the street corner, being fucked over a bin for £70. I had told myself I would stick to just dancing, but I’d already fucked a few club patrons on the side. I’d discovered guys paid a lot more to fuck a dancer than they did to fuck a whore on the street. Now I had Rat firmly on my hook. I felt secure.
Then, on my first night showing what I could do on the pole, I met the guy who changed my life.
“Tonight is biker night,” Geri announced. “They’re a great crowd and spend a lot behind the bar, so shake some titties and sit on some oily laps and get them buying by the bottle, girls.”
A murmur went up from the other girls. I felt excited, and it would be a change from the usual fat, sweaty businessmen who came to the club.
Geri, the bar manager, a big red-headed lesbian, was in charge of which girl got a turn on the pole. Competition could get fierce between the girls. Kira, the skinny girl lost a fight to a patron’s wife, and got put back to waiting on the tables, topless.
So tonight, that bitch’s loss was my gain. I was getting my first go on the pole.
By nine, the bar was full of rowdy bikers. Rat was grabbing guys all over the pace. The smell of grease wafted backstage, mixing with the usual aroma of cigarette smoke, stale beer and piss.
I heard the rev of big engines outside and the loud laughing and shouting. I couldn’t wait to get out there.
Admiring my tiny red sequin dress with Velcro straps for easy removal, I put on a red glittery choker and huge red platform stilettos. I looked good as I brushed some bronzer on my cleavage and pouted in the mirror. Geri put her arm around me.
“I’ll see you tomorrow. We’ve got an appointment, babe, midday, my office. Don’t forget.” She wiggled her tongue at me and licked my neck. I smiled up at her. How could I forget?
“Can’t wait, darling,” I giggled as she stuck her hand up my dress in front of the other girls and felt my bulging pussy lips under the little glittery red thong.
Kira, the lanky, skinny bitch glared at me. I’d taken her man Rat, her spot on the pole, and her spot as Geri’s pet.
Rock music started, and I couldn’t hear Geri after that, but I could feel her spit on my neck.
I couldn’t hear the motorbikes anymore, either, but I could feel the engines vibrating the walls.
~XXX~
The bar was smoky and smelled like two-stroke oil. I heard a crosser revving as the joke box changed songs. My pussy tingled with anticipation.
The topless waitresses were walking the room and getting groped by the rowdy bunch already. Rat was already telling a guy with a patch on his back politely to back off from Kira. Guys with a patch got a courtesy warning. I suddenly felt a bit nervous. I only had three songs on the jukebox. I needed to make it count.
Then it was Showtime.
Confidently stepping out onto the stage, I spun around in my high heels. A few guys started paying attention to my voluptuous curves instantly. I was concentrating on not falling over. A slip meant an instant ban from the pole for life.
Effortlessly, I kicked my legs up in the air, gripping the pole with my thighs. I leaned sideways, and the pole spun me slowly as I pulled my velcro dress straps, exposing my large 34DDs. As I slid down the pole onto the floor, swinging my long blonde curls over my shoulder, a randy guy in leather tried to grab my ass.
Rat was on him in an instant, dragging him out. A few more guys were starting to watch me.
Spinning out of my dress and dropping onto all fours to get my breath back, I noticed a guy with long, curly black hair watching me. He had a red bandana on, so he stood out amongst the crowd in the smoky gloom of the Lust Lounge. I would have known him anywhere.
Our eyes met as I did a sexy body roll, my big boobs exposed to a man who would spit on me. If he knew who I was.
Gracefully flicking into a handstand and back onto the pole in just my red glittery thong. A few more bikers gathered around my pole, but it was like the rest of the room had vanished. I was dancing for the big tattooed patched biker in the red bandana.
I pulled my thong off as I leaned sideways, spinning the pole. I slid down, letting go of the pole, and into the splits, my bare pussy lips touching the rubbery black stage. Sticky patches of beer stained the floor.
It felt so good being nude in front of the guy in the red bandana. I didn’t care about the dirty floor. I rolled over, holding my legs wide apart, just to give a glimpse of my smooth pussy, before a final spin on the pole.
As the third song finished, a few guys gathered around and clapped.
“You looked great up there, a natural.” Rat held his hand to help me off the stage. I noticed a few notes on the floor, picked up my thong bra and dress, and grabbed the notes, too. As Rat led me out, the guys were saying thanks and holding out notes.
I felt like I’d died and gone to heaven.
Backstage, I counted up, and there was £270. I stuffed it in my pink makeup case as I blotted my sweaty forehead with a cloth and put some more black eyeliner on.
Kira was giving me dirty looks. She could kiss my ass.
I fluffed and backcombed my big, blonde curly hair and pulled my little red glittery panties back on. I was ready to work the tables and get a lot more cash. I thought I’d done great, but it was up to Geri if I got another go on the pole.
I stuck some little red glitter heart-shaped pasties on my nipples. Geri was smoking a cigarette in the corner and leering over the girls getting changed. Like a shark circling seals. Rat whispered in her ear, and she grinned at me.
Geri beckoned me over. I weaved between the other girls, getting ready to work the bar, huge breasts and buttocks nudging into me. I was ten years younger than the other girls, giving me a considerable advantage, which they all resented. They were all jealous bitches.
“You’ve got a fan. He wants you to go straight to his table with a bottle of Hennessy. If you get him to buy another bottle, you get a bonus, sweetheart. And do everything he asks you, okay,” Geri said loudly enough for Kira to overhear and glare at me.
Before I even had a chance to say anything, Rat had grabbed me by the arm and was walking me out of the dressing room.
I knew whose table it was going to be.
“I’m here, babe, don’t worry. If you need me, yell. This guy’s top of the food chain, but I can handle him,” Rat whispered on the way out.
“Thanks, Rat,” I smiled at him and fluttered my eyelashes.
The man in the red bandana smiled at me as Rat dragged me over to his table. His teeth glinted, surrounded by a back beard.
“Jez, this is Tombs,” Rat said and shoved me at the red bandana guy.
I stumbled on my red glitter stripper heels, and Tombs stood up and caught me. He was tall, and his long, black, curly hair smelled of expensive hair oil. His massive arms were covered in tattoos.
Tombs stared into my eyes, not down at my exposed 34DD breasts. Although the other bikers at his table had gone quiet, I didn’t notice them staring. It was like it was just me and him there, in the smoky bar. I felt a connection between us like I hadn’t felt with a man in a long time. Like I hadn’t felt forever. It was magnetic.
“Come and sit on my lap, doll,” Tombs said, his deep voice booming. He looked me up and down and exhaled loudly.
Tombs sat down, and I climbed on his lap, his keychain cutting into my thigh. He wound his giant muscular arm around my waist and talked like I was an accessory. Which I probably was.
The other guys paid attention to every word Tombs said. The big scar running down his left eyelid creased when he laughed. There was a big ugly burn scar on his right arm. I winced, looking at it. His knuckles had BURN tattooed on one hand and the four playing cards on the other. He was pretending that I wasn’t turning him on in front of the guys, but I could feel I was. My pussy was wet, too.
“Yo! Another bottle of here! Drink up, guys!” Tombs called out as the guys drank a few more shots of the Hennessy each. The bottle was depleting nicely, and I was contemplating a big fat tip, sexually from Tombs and financially from Geri, for selling another bottle. He winked at me. He knew I’d be on commission for every bottle.
“Let’s go outside for a smoke, just me and you, doll,” Tombs said, lifting me off his lap.
I knew what that meant, and I was ready to prove myself.
~XXX~
I was back in the little shed next to the back side door where I’d been with Rat earlier. I felt like I hadn’t come as far from the street corner as I thought. It had wiped clean benches on either side. There was always a roll of toilet paper handy. I knew the score.
Tombs sat down and offered me a cigarette. As I leaned over for him to light it for me, he brushed one of my heart-shaped glitter pasties with his hand and smiled.
“Do they come off?” Tombs said, grinning at me. His brown eyes shone in the dark.
“For a price,” I giggled.
“So now it’s just you and me. Are you going to charge me for a quick fuck and not include it as part of the service? After I bought two bottles?” Tombs asked me, raising his scarred eyebrow. His tattooed, scarred hands rested on his big thighs.
“A quick fuck? Is that all you want?” I said, biting my lip and fluttering my eyelashes.
“I’ve seen it all already. Take it all off again. Just for me,” Our eyes were locked onto each other, and I knew Tombs had been putting on a macho tough guy act. I could play games too.
“What kind of a girl do you think I am?” I said, pretending to be surprised. I leaned back on the bench opposite, opening my legs and blowing smoke in his face, giving him time to appreciate the view of my body.
Gently, I peeled my glitter pasties off. I felt a tingle in my pussy as Tombs smiled and the wrinkles next to his eyes furrowed deeply. He was about fifty-five now but still looked as good to me as he always had. I knew he didn’t remember me. I hoped he wouldn’t.
“That’s a lot better. You’ve got fantastic tits, babe. I think you’re my kind of girl. Have you got a man?” Tombs said matter-of-factly.
I smiled and then laughed loudly.
“You don’t know me very well yet. I’m a bad, bad girl,” I said.
“Maybe I want to get to know you better,” Tombs said, flicking his cigarette on the floor.
A chilly summer night breeze blew across the car park, and the neon lights flashed outside. They were attracting the nighttime revellers like moths. My nipples hardened. I knew he didn’t remember me, but I was nervous.
Tombs inhaled loudly, staring at my body. He unzipped his black jeans and pulled his big thick dick out. He nodded at me to get on my knees.
Feeling incredibly turned on by the manly way he ordered me onto his big cock, I had to obey. I crawled across the floor on my hands and knees like a sexual panther. Staring up at him, my eyes felt like they were bulging out.
Tombs pushed his big hard cock forward as I crawled between his legs. Spitting on his exposed bellend end, flicking the tip with my tongue till he groaned and closed his eye. Gently, I began to French kiss the tip. Massaging my spit into his cock slowly. He grabbed my head and grunted as he pushed his cock deep down my throat.
Tombs gasped as he felt me swallow his dick in one smooth movement and gag.
A feeling of being suspended in a suffocating sexual ecstasy washed over me as my air cut off for a second. My pussy soaked my red glitter thong. A vast heave from deep inside me forced Tombs cock out of my throat with a flood of saliva.
I licked my dribble off his hairy balls as he pulled his tight black jeans down around his ankles. I was rubbing my hands on his hairy thighs as I worked him hard, sucking my cheeks in and licking his shaft hard, staring up into his eyes.
“This is amazing, but can I fuck you,” Tombs groaned, reaching down and feeling my tits. His big hands sank into my vast orbs.
Climbing onto his lap, I straddled Tombs, my knees just about reaching to the bench on either side of him. I hooked my stilettos over his thighs and pulled my thong. The velcro straps peeled apart, and I threw them onto the bench next to me as he rubbed my breasts, twisting my nipples. He smiled and gripped my round, soft buttocks, pulling me down onto his big, thick hard-on.
I reached between my legs, gripping his cock to steady him as he entered me. As his bellend started to part my smooth lips, he shut his eyes. I rubbed my clit quickly, and I nearly came instantly. That was unusual these days, but stripping turned me on.
“Slowly, slowly,” Tombs breathed, and I knew he was feeling the same.
I inched my dripping pussy down Tombs shaft as I leaned my head back. As I took his whole length, I felt his teeth nibbling on my nipples, and I couldn’t hold back.
My pussy ring contracted, and a deep pulsing orgasm spread through me. I forgot about going slow and began to writhe out my orgasm on Tombs engorged dick. I was consumed only by my pleasure.
Trying to stop my hips from moving with big hands, Tombs failed. I felt his hot white cream release inside me. The throbbing of his cock inside me kept my own orgasm going longer.
I looked down and watched his face as he kept pumping inside my tight pussy. I felt like Tombs was a different kind of guy than I was used to. He was loaded, but he was dangerous. I stared at him. I hadn’t come instantly like that in years.
Tombs wrapped his arms around my slim waist and held me tightly against his chest, licking and kissing my hard brown nipples, puckered with passion in the chilly night air.
“I kinda like you. You’re cute and filthy at the same time,” Tombs said, smiling at me as he wiped his cock on a piece of toilet roll.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I giggled as I pulled my panties back on. I liked this dangerous old biker guy, too.
“You wanna ride home when you finish short stuff?” Tombs asked.
“Yes, what bike you got?” I said way too loudly and quickly.
“Well, it’s a Chop. I built it myself. You like big bikes?” Tombs laughed.
“I might have ridden a few big things in my time,” I said.
“Right, okay, I’ll nip to my shop and grab a helmet. It’s just around the corner. I’ll be back by the end of your shift, okay babe,” Tombs laughed as he stood up, zipping up his flies.
“Your shop? Not Array’s?” I asked, gripping his arm as he walked off.
“Yeh, that’s it. I’ll come and get you at the end. I’m looking forward to seeing you shake your little self On that pole again,” Tombs said.
I stood staring at Tombs as he walked through the bar. My tummy felt like it dropped down and spun in a circle. Everyone wanted to shake Tombs’s hand as he walked through the crowded bar.
Standing in the back doorway, Tombs put his arm around Rat by the front door. Rat was staring at me and nodding. Tombs slapped him on the back and left.
I felt like I fell in love right there, except things are never as simple as that. I knew precisely who Tom Baton Sargent Array was, aka TomBS. Everyone knew TomBS. He could have told Rat to keep me there for something other than a bike ride.
“You better get backstage now. Geri wants you,” Kira said, scowling at me as she took a tray of 8 beers to a table where a guy was already unconscious.
“Jealous bitch,” I muttered as she walked off like a giant praying mantis.
~XXX~
Tombs held the handlebars as I sat on the biggest Harley in the Arrays Motorcycles.
“So you gonna let me have a go on this one then,” I said, leaning down on the bike, arching my back and stretching my legs straight on the door pegs. My cleavage rested on the cold petrol tank. I was glad I had leggings and a vest to wear after work.
“Not this one, sweetheart, it’s twenty grand,” Tombs laughed.
“Okay, let me have a go on that one,” I said, licking my lips and pointing at a big orange crosser leaning up near a big snap-on toolbox in the corner of the workshop behind the showroom.
“That’s a crosser. Your feet won’t reach the floor. You’ll be like Princess Diana on a scooter,” Tombs threw his head back, laughing as he lifted me off the Harley. He looked sexy when he laughed.
“I ain’t a princess cos I haven’t got a Prince to put a ring on it, and You only need to put your feet down if you stop,” I said, winking at him.
“If you can ride that crosser around the block, you can have it,” Tombs howled.
“Challenge accepted,” I said, giggling as Tombs lifted me off the Harley. His big hands round my slim waist.
I skipped out the door, throwing my jacket on as Tombs wheeled the big orange crosser through the doors.
“Go on then. Bet you can’t even start it,” Tombs said, raising his scarred eyebrow as I took the handlebars.
Tombs thought I didn’t know what a kickstart was. He was wrong. Tucking my blonde curls in my jacket, I kicked it twice, and the engine sprang to life.
Tombs stared at me, open-mouthed.
Now I felt nervous. I hadn’t done this since I was about twelve. Tombs shook his head and pushed a pink skull helmet over my head, laughing. The seat was nearly at my armpits.
I started to run as fast as I could, then I jumped onto the seat, and I was flying down the road with the enormous two-stroke throbbing between my legs.
I didn’t look behind me as I twisted the throttle and changed to second. Just like riding a bike, you never forget. I screamed as the bike wheelied out of control.
Flying around the corner, through a red light, luckily, it was late, and there were no cars on the industrial estate. I was screaming with laughter. A grin stuck on my face.
I pulled back around the corner and considered a planned wheelie, but Tombs was already staring at me with a bizarre look. I stopped next to him and tipped sideways against the wall. I jumped off and passed the helmet back to Tombs.
“Wow, short stuff. Wish I hadn’t said you could keep it now,” Tombs said, looking me up and down.
“The helmet or the bike,” I said, grinning and laughing.
“Wanna come up to my office for a drink?” Tombs asked. He knew I did.
~XXX~
“So, where Did you dance before, babe? You look so familiar,” Tombs said as he passed me a vodka and coke. His eyes narrowed.
A flicker of fear flashed through me.
“Not anywhere you would have seen,” I said, smiling. Deliberately not telling Tombs where I knew him from.
“Well, you’re the first girl from The Lust Lounge that’s got on one of my bikes and rode it round the block. I’ve ridden a few around the block, though,” Tombs laughed.
“My stepbrother had a crosser. I liked hanging around with the lads and going over the dirt track at Western Edge Park,” I lied, licking my lips.
“My old showroom was at the back of Western Edge; it caught fire a few years ago, and I moved here. I got burned up too, got a few scars here and there, but I’ve got a nice apartment upstairs out of it. Like a phoenix. Worked out okay for me in the end,” Tombs said, gesturing around at his plush office.
I felt like I would throw up, but years of tricking with dodgy guys had taught me to hide my fear at all costs. Sometimes, that skill was a matter of life and death.
“Come here, then and ride me like crosser,” Tombs said.
I pulled my leggings down. I had no panties on. Tombs inhaled as he saw my perfect smooth pussy, and my round hips, my vest came off, and I was naked for him again. Displaying the voluptuous curves, there for his pleasure.
Tombs stood and kissed me. Our tongues licking inside each other’s mouths. His beard tickled my lips as his hands explored my body. I hadn’t felt like this in a man’s arms for a long time.
“Can I take you to bed and fuck you properly this time,” he whispered, holding my face.
I nodded. Tombs walked to the sofa in the corner of his office and pulled a handle. The seats folded out to a double bed.
Tombs pulled his black t-shirt off, and his ripped body was covered in tattoos, his hairy chest heaving up and down as he tapped the bed, nodding at me to climb on. He watched me lie on his office sofa bed and open my legs.
My shaved smooth pussy, shiny and wet for Tombs already. I pulled my lips wide apart, my pink hole twitching and winking at him in anticipation of being filled with biker cum again.
Climbing between my legs, Tomb’s impressive dick hard was already as a rock. He began to lick between my legs, his tongue circling inside my gash. I groaned, gripping his head.
Tombs sat up, his chin dripping my horny pussy juice, his hand rubbing my pussy and arsehole.
“Tell me you take it up the shitter, and you’ll be my dream woman, babe?” Tombs said as he spat on his hand, rubbing his saliva around my asshole.
“Yes, I love anal,” I gasped. I was staring at Tombs as he grinned.
I pulled my knees up as I felt the pressure of his cock, beginning to penetrate me anally. Panting and sweating as he forced his thick, meaty pole inside my tightest hole.
Pop! Tombs was up my ass hole. It felt delicious as I watched him fighting the desire to flood my ass with jizz instantly. His hands gripped my hips. I didn’t move; I lay still, allowing him to enjoy the forbidden pleasure of anal sex.
“You’re the dirtiest slut I’ve ever been with. You’re my Princess Diana,” Tombs gasped as he began to rock his hips, his cock starting to make me climax inside my ass hole. My pussy gushed juice, and I arched my back as he pumped a shuddering orgasm out of my ass hole and into my empty gaping slit.
I began to moan and rub my clit, spreading my legs wide. Tombs pulled my pussy hole apart as he fucked my arsehole harder. He was adjusting to the tight feeling of anal, enjoying watching my spread pussy twitch as he made my ass cum.
Tombs fingers dug into my giant breasts as he gripped onto me. Gently grunting, I felt him throb. He came in my ass, and he stuck his thumbs inside my cunt, and pulled me open wide.
I screamed and bucked as I felt Tombs cream flooding inside my back entrance. An intense climax rippled through me. He grabbed my hips to hold my asshole still on his pumping, throbbing shaft.
“Babe, you’re so good,” he whispered as he collapsed on top of me.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling the last few pumps of spunk up my ass.
~XXX
The next day, I knew I had to go to work, but I was knackered. I got to the club at noon. I hadn’t bothered with panties or a bra. I’d only be taking them off. My blonde hair was in a bun. I had on a black Lycra tube dress for easy removal.
Geri’s office was full of smoke with the heat turned on. The walls were covered with pictures out of porno mags and a huge planner for the shifts in the bar. There were two yellow tape circles next to the mirror. I stared at them and shuddered.
“You did well last night. A lot of guys were asking for your number behind the bar. Your new friend Tombs bought six bottles and a lot of beer,” Geri said. Eyeing me up and down, she nodded at the chair in front of her desk as her hands moved into her lap.
“So I get another go? Next Friday?” I asked as Geri passed me the joint. Blue smoke curled out of her mouth. I just wanted to get it over and done with, but being stoned would help.
“Okay then, baby, you aren’t here to chat. Show me those big boobies and give me what I like, and you can go on the pole Friday and Saturday,” Geri said, stubbing out the joint and nodding at my breasts.
I pulled my top down, smiling shyly. Geri was licking her lips with her hands under the desk. Hee gold bangles clinking as her tits giggled under the leopard print top. I licked my fingers and rubbed my nipples, staring at her face. My desirable soft curves hypnotised her. I shut my eyes, leaning my head back, enjoying playing with my breasts in front of her.
“You look so good on the pole last night. I wanted to fist you there and then. Now strip off and stand against the wall with your hands in the circles. You know the drill,” Geri said.
I stepped out of my dress gracefully and leaned against the wall, placing my hands in the yellow tape circles, breathing deeply and relaxing myself inside. Geri stood up, and she was naked from the waist down behind her desk. Between her legs, she was hairy. She walked over and grabbed my trembling buttocks.
“If you try and relax this time, you might enjoy it,” Geri whispered as her hand began to rub between my legs.
Kneeling between my legs, Geri began to lick me out. I was so tense she had to force her tongue inside me. Her fingers pinched my clit, and I gradually began to relax. My hole loosening and getting wet from the manual stimulation inside me, even if I felt repulsed. Her tongue licked hungrily at my pussy and asshole as her fingers squeezed my clit.
Geri licked her fingers and moved around underneath me so that she could chew on my swollen clit. I had a spasming reluctant orgasm, and my pussy leaked juice all over her face. My thighs pressed into her cheeks. Her hands gripped around my hips, holding my pulsating pussy on her face.
My knees shook as goosebumps spread over me, and Geri’s tongues and fingers worked inside my tight, reluctant hole. I shuddered as another wave of pulses exploded inside me. I shut my eyes, and I started to relax, enjoying her hands and tongue.
Geri felt my body relax, and her hand began to push inside me. Breathing deeply as my wet pussy swallowed her hand. It felt wrong, but so good.
I let out a scream as her thumb forced up inside me, spreading my cunt. Geri’s tongue moved up and down on my clit. The tingling sensation eased the fisting she was giving me.
I pushed my hands into the wall as Geri pumped her fist in and out, grunting and gasping as she fingered herself. My buttocks were shaking, and my boobs jiggled as I took her fist to the wrist.
Geri got rough, and a hush erupted between my legs. My squirting cunt sprayed over her face and arm. My thighs were soaked. I gasped as my stretched hole deliciously pulsed.
Geri was groaning loudly. She licked my juice off my thighs, her hands spreading it on my tummy and hips. She made loud slurping noises between my legs.
As my climax subsided, I panted, looking down at how much pleasure Geri was giving herself underneath my squirting wet pussy shower. Her eyes shut, and her tongue licked me furiously.
I groaned as my pussy pumped the reluctant but enjoyable orgasm through my body. It wasn’t as bad if I shut my eyes and imagined it was Tombs fucking me.
It seemed like ages, but eventually, Geri bucked and convulsed as she came on her fingers with her mouth sucking on my clit so hard it felt like she was sucking it off me. She stood up eventually, wiping her mouth on a baby wipe and passing me the packet.
“You taste good. Did Tombs’ cock feel that good last night?” Geri said, pulling on some black leggings and passing me my dress from the floor. I smiled at her. Tombs felt much better, but I couldn’t say that to Geri. I was making good money at The Lust Lounge Lap Dancing Club.
“So I get to be on the pole on Friday?” I said, wiggling into my tube dress as Geri licked her lips, gazing at my breasts in a trance.
“Geri, Friday, the pole?” I asked again, holding my dress underneath my nipples and biting my bottom lip. I let her see some desperation in my eyes.
“Yeah, after that, you get whatever you want,” Geri said, smiling at me coldly.
As I turned to go, picking up my little pink fake Chanel handbag.
“Jez, this got left here last night for you. I got told to give it to you next time I saw you, but you rode off into the night before I got the chance,” Geri said, throwing a stuffed envelope on her desk.
“Thanks, Geri, I’ll see you Friday,” I picked it up and smiled sweetly.
I assumed it was my bottle bonus. I get things wrong sometimes.
~XXX~
When I opened the envelope, there was £500 inside and a note:
Miss short stuff,
Your red glitter hearts have stolen mine
I hope £500 covers the pasties being peeled away and your services.
I don’t know if you’ll wait for me after the club, so I’ve left this with Geri -watch yourself with her. She’s got a thing for cute blondes 🙂
I would love to get to know what kind of girl you are some more
My numbers are +0 12345 6789
I would love it if you could call me sometime
TomBS X
I squealed with delight. At that point in my life, I’d never had that much cash in one go. Adding it to my money from dancing, I had nearly a thousand pounds stuffed in my Vivienne Westwood shoe box, but I felt like a millionaire.
My stomach had butterflies, and my hands were sweaty. I dialled the number and waited, feeling like I wanted to hang up like a silly kid.
“Arrays Motorcycles, how can I help,” a young guy answered, so this was his work number.
So it was him, then. I bottled it and hung up. I knew it was too good to be true. I knew I should ghost him like I’d done to hundreds of other guys. I couldn’t. I didn’t care how dangerous the history was; that was in the past, so I thought.
Grabbing the cash and stuffing it in my bag, I headed to town to treat myself. I’d earned this money. Tombs had left the cash for me before we had gone back to his shop. He must have enjoyed my dance.
I liked Tombs, and I knew he wanted me now. I like most men who throw £500 at me like it’s pocket change. It was only a matter of time before he realised who I was.
~XXX~
I plucked up the courage to call again as soon as I got back. The fresh weave and new high heels boosting my confidence.
“Arrays motorcycles, how can I help you?” A guy answered.
“Hi, erm, can I speak to Tom? It’s Jezzica. If he’s busy, it’s,” I trailed off.
“That’s ok, he’s expecting your call. I’ll put you straight through,”
Now I felt sick. Tombs knew nothing except he’d met a hot stripper, so why should I complicate a good thing?
“Jez, hello, how are you gorgeous?” Tom answered.
“I’m just calling to say thank you,” I said and decided what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, “I was wondering if you want to meet up?”
“Yes, of course, I can make time for you whenever we need to talk. I’ll come and see you at work.”
~XXX~
Wearing my black suspenders and high heels, my perfect buttocks displayed underneath sheer booty shorts. I was topless, except for a black glitter bow tie. I didn’t want my tears to ruin my make-up.
“She fucking fisted me, and I hated it, but I came, and then I felt all fucked up,” I snivelled and gripped Tombs’ hand.
“Listen, I like you a lot, like a crazy amount. I know I’m a lot older than you. I know you’ve got every man here wanting to wife you. I know you. None of it matters,” Tombs said. He wiped my tears with his burn-scarred knuckle, taking hold of my hand over the table.
“I like you too. You know who I am. What I am. Geri’s watching me. I’m meant to be working,” I said, shaking my head and smiling.
“Yo, Kira, get me another bottle of Jameson, please, babe,” Tombs yelled.
Kira gave me a look like Medusa.
“Why don’t you stop? I told you Geri’s a nasty cunt. I’ll deal with her. Don’t you want a guy who’s going to look after you? I’m that guy, Jez,” Tombs was leaning forward, his long black hair hanging in a plait down his back. The scar over his furrowed eyebrows creased his eyelid.
“What are you pitching me, here?” I said, looking him squarely in the eyes. The rest of the smoky bar dropped away. It was like it was just me and Tombs again.
“I’m pitching you: Born to ride, Ride to die, Sworn to fun, Loyal to none,” Tombs said, holding my face in his scarred, tattooed hands.
“Quit this shit hole dance place. Right now. Come home with me. I’m pitching you a good time: me and you. Before you make up your mind, come outside. I want to show you something,” Tombs said.
Even in my skyscraper-high dancing heels, he towered over me. I followed him, watching the patch on his back part of the crowd in the lap dancing club. Like Moses parting the Red Sea.
Outside, standing high on the Centre stand, with a giant pink bow in it, the orange crosser I’d ridden around after our first night together. I stopped dead, staring at him. Tombs turned and laughed, swinging the keys in my face.
“It’s yours. I keep my promises, and I Promise You. IPU,” he smiled.
Kira stood in the doorway with the bottle Of Jameson. She looked like something smelled bad. I stuck my middle finger up at her and mock laughed; Tombs laughed again. She grabbed my arm.
“Does he know about Lee and do you know about Sharon, bitch?” Kira snarled at me.
“Fuck you, scrubber,” I growled back and shook my arm free. There would be time to settle up with Kira later.
Flinging myself upwards into Tombs’s arms as gracefully as I’d jumped on the pole, I kissed him. Passionately, our tongues met before he pushed me off gently.
“I’ve got a reputation to protect here! You’re making me look like I’ve gone soft,” Tombs said, pretending to look around.
Then he bent down and whispered: “I think I love you, short stuff.”
I was too busy running towards the crosser, squealing like a kid at Christmas.
There was a box on the seat. A red velvet box. I opened it, and inside was a huge Amethyst ring, set with diamonds, like Princess Diana’s, but purple.
“I want you to be my road wife, short stuff,” Tombs stood behind me.
I was too stunned to speak.
~XXX~
Three weeks later.
I was getting my little overnight case ready for a weekend away with Tombs and his friends.
The letterbox banged.
‘From HMP ROYAL HEATH
Babes,
I don’t care if you’re dancing at The Lust Lounge. I think it’s good. Your the best dancer. I told you, do what you have got to do while I’m gone. Remember,I’m getting out soon, and we’ll be back to where we left off. Promise you this time, I’m going straight. You stormed off before I could say that. You know how hard it is in here. You’re all I’m looking forward to when you get out.
Listen slag: A little birdy told me told me you’re hooking up with someone we both know. Someone with a nasty fucked up burned face. And that this someone is giving you motorbikes?? Giving you a fucking ring?? Telling you he loves you and shit in front of everyone.
WATCH YOURSELF BITCH. If he finds out anything about the fire and the missing bikes, we’ll know where it’s come from.
You can lie to that old biker fuck all you want, but you can’t lie to me. We’ve got history. I won’t be in here forever. Remember that.
That’s bits not from me, babes, you know who that’s from. He took the pen off me. You know that I love you more than ever. I don’t like it when you leave on a sour note, sexy. I’ve sent you a VO. Come in and see me. Let’s talk.
Love Lee
A.A.F’
Putting the letter from my ex-boyfriend, Lee, on the kitchen side, a tear ran down my face. Always. And. Forever.
I knew whose handwriting it was. There was still a fire burning, and I felt like Joan of Arc on top of it.
It was only a matter of time till Tombs found out. I was scared and on my own. I suddenly felt like a tiny, five-foot-two little girl in a big, evil, scary world.
There would be murder when and not if Tombs found out. I didn’t believe all the stuff Lee had said about him now. Tombs was treating me like a princess.
I slammed the door behind me as the taxi beeped outside. All I could think about was choking on Tombs massive cock for a whole weekend. Lee and his mates could say what they liked in jail. I was loving my life and leaving the past behind.
It was not going to turn out quite as I planned.
~XXX~
