9. Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Lucy

"F ive hundred, sweetheart."

The man that can't be more than twenty-one leers at me from the booth. I've never seen him before, but he's been throwing cash around like he's Midas tonight. Why I grabbed his attention, I'll never know. I wasn't even trying.

Then again, that's what they all like. Act disinterested and out come the dollar bills to draw us like flies to shit. It applies both here and in the world outside these walls.

"I don't fuck," I say.

"Come on. My girlfriend dumped me. I want to fuck her off my skin."

Ah. One of those. No wonder I've never seen him. He's been busy with a woman and doesn't usually go looking for companionship in a fleabag like this.

"One thousand," he offers, jerking his chin toward the upstairs.

I freeze and scowl. I can't believe I'm even entertaining this. I look the man up and down again. Blond hair, blue eyes, and tailored clothing. He looks like a frat guy. He has all his teeth and is under sixty, and that can be a big perk in this joint.

My eyes flick to the upstairs room where I've only taken a few customers – one being Aaron. My stomach turns, even as my fingers itch for the money in front of me.

It's no fun to be threatened with a knife at your clit if you don't come up with twenty-five thousand dollars by next week. It makes a girl do strange things to survive.

It's unsavory. It's foul, and I hate myself for even thinking I could do it, but it's a good start to the money I owe. If nothing else, it may appease Geoffrey if I hand over some money when he comes calling.

"How old are you?" I have to be sure.

"Old enough." I raise my eyebrows, and the man blows out a breath and reaches for his wallet. He holds it out, covering the address with his thumb. "See? Twenty."

My eyes move to the stamp on the back of his hand, and he smirks. "You going to tell on me that I used the fake at the front door? There's another fifty in it if you're quiet."

I tap my foot, which is no easy task when wearing six-inch platforms. "All cash. Don't get me up there and pull that credit card bullshit. My ass crack isn't a card swipe, and I don't take Venmo."

The man stands up and adjusts his dress shirt. He must be someone's wealthy son out on the town. He's in a dress shirt and dress pants.

"You use a condom. No condom, no pussy. What's your name?" I ask.

"You want to know who you're going to moan for?"

I sniff. I can't remember the last time someone made me come. I've used my hand for orgasms for a decade. Lord knows Beck never cared about getting me off after I signed the marriage certificate.

"Something like that, sweetheart," I reply.

"Jason."

I spin and wave at him over my shoulder before I change my mind. Fuck, I need this money. "Come with me, Jason."

He follows me up to the VIP room, and I close the door, not locking it because it's not allowed. Peter says it's for our own safety, but I'm sure it's to also send us the message that he doesn't want us giving too much to our clients without him getting a cut. I love my cousin, but he's a dickhead.

Jason looks around the room, twirling in a circle. "I've never been in the VIP room before."

"Let's just get this over with," I say, stalking to the couch and already pulling my tank top down my torso.

Jason eyes my tits and licks his lips. "Such bossy words to a man that's going to give you the best sex of your life. They teach you that in charm school?"

Aaron Dwyer was the best sex of my life, and my heart gives a funny skip at the thought of him as tears burn my eyelids. Why did I turn him down the other night? We both needed it. We both needed to feel that human connection to each other. He talked about reconnecting, but we need to do that physically. I ache for it with him.

I went downstairs to apologize the other morning, but I found a quick note from Aaron saying he had to get back to the kids and wanted me to sleep in. He said we'd talk later.

I have no idea what later means because I haven't heard from him. He hasn't come by my house or the club. Maybe he's busy.

Maybe he doesn't ever want to see me again after I slapped him. He probably thought about it while getting crappy sleep on my couch that night and decided I'm not worth the trouble.

Instead of communicating with Aaron and making plans for a bright future with him, I'm fucking this arrogant douche weasel so I can pay back a mafia dickweed that held a knife to my clit and threatened Aaron's children.

Jason undoes his pants and drops them like he's confident I'll allow anything he wants to do. He's not wrong. He's the paying customer. He's also fully erect like any other twenty-year-old guy that's about to bang a hot stripper.

"Pull your panties off, bitch."

I need the money to pay off Geoffrey. I need the money to pay off Geoffrey. I recite it in my head as I slowly pull my thong down my long legs and kick it away before leaning back on the couch. "Condoms are on the little table there," I say, nodding to the small table by the couch.

His eyes flick to them, he frowns, and grabs one before grumbling, "I shouldn't pay full price because of the rubber."

"Fuck off. You want this pussy or not?" I say, propping myself up on an elbow and dragging my finger down my glistening slit. I'm not wet for him. Thoughts of Aaron make me wet. Some nights, when Beck was particularly foul, I thought of Aaron to get in the mood enough to take Beck.

Jason quickly rolls a condom on and positions himself on top of me. He's smooth and doesn't smell bad, but he pokes around for a while to find my hole. This guy said he had a girlfriend, but I feel sorry for her. I roll my eyes over his shoulder.

He eventually pushes in with a sigh and starts humping me like he's a jackhammer and I'm concrete. He doesn't rub my breasts, grunt into my neck, or make any sound besides his ragged breath as he hammers at my pussy.

A scuffle outside the door causes both of us to freeze. Peter? The feds? Another stripper thinking this VIP room is open?

When Aaron comes through the door so fast that the door hits the back wall, Jason startles, and I gasp. Aaron bares his teeth, and his face reddens. His hands ball into fists, and a guttural growl comes from his chest. I may not like the guy that owns the dick currently in my pussy, but I'm suddenly afraid for his life. It's interesting that I've been a battered woman for a decade, and I'm not afraid for my own. Then again, I don't know much in my shitty life, but I know Aaron Dwyer would rather drink drain cleaner than hurt a hair on my head.

"What are you doing here?" I shriek. I only realize I could get all of us in a world of shit after the words leave my mouth.

I've seen Aaron Dwyer angry, but this is next level. His shoulders are squared, and he's so red that he looks like he's been in the sun for hours without sunscreen. He grits his teeth until I'm worried they'll crack. "Get off her."

"No fucking way. I paid for this pussy."

Fuck Jason. Fuck Aaron Dwyer. Fuck anyone that thinks they can own me. Fuck the entire world.

I grip Jason's ass and pull him into me. "Finish, Jason," I say. "You paid." I look at Aaron and sneer. "After all, I only fuck when I'm paid."

If Aaron was angry before, he's sad now. His face crinkles like he's going to cry, and I wish I could take back my words. My mouth opens a little like I'm shocked at my own words.

Jason pumps into me, and I wrap my legs around him, pretending that I'm enjoying it. I arch my back, close my eyes, and moan. Not that I want to. This kid is a lukewarm lay at best. No wonder his girl left him. But I soldier through the ruse. If Aaron's going to throw insults at me like he did the other night and make me feel like the cheap whore I obviously am, he can stand there and watch someone fuck me.

Jason notices and turns his head. "Hey, man, if you insist on being in the room, make yourself useful or something."

"It's just sex, Aaron. It doesn't mean anything. Watch if you want. I need this money. If you don't want to watch, take a hike," I say, pointing to the door.

"It would mean something to me."

Aaron opens his mouth to say something else, but Jason cuts him off. "If you insist on being here, why don't you watch me fuck her while you fuck my ass?"

I stop arching into Jason's thrusts. In fact, I freeze entirely like a record just skipped at a rave.

Did he just ask my high school boyfriend and the county sheriff to not only watch another man fuck me but fuck his ass while he does it?

"Excuse me?" Aaron and I ask at the same time.

Jason slaps the couch. "Bro, my friends and I fuck all the time between bitches. What's the big deal? It feels good. I could go for a dick milking with a nice prostate rub thrown in."

Aaron's going to walk away. He'll wait for me after work, and we'll apologize to each other in that way we do. It's how we've done it since high school. We won't talk for a long stretch, and then we'll run into each other doing errands, strike up a conversation about something mundane like stamp prices or the best brand of potato soup, and everything will be forgotten.

I sure don't expect Aaron Dwyer to undo his belt without breaking eye contact with me.

He stalks like a panther and doesn't blink. That's the scariest part. His face is steel, without emotion. Unflappable and determined. He unbuttons the bottom buttons of his khaki uniform shirt and parts the fabric like it's no big deal.

"Fuck, yeah," Jason mumbles, his hands finally gripping my breasts and holding them as they jiggle. He widens his stance and bends forward on me.

I can't tear my eyes from Aaron. I should look away, ashamed. He looks at me with hooded eyes and grabs a condom off the table. "It's just sex, right, Lu – Copper?"

"Don't do this."

My words come from my heart, but they fall on deaf ears. Aaron pulls his dick out of his pants behind Jason and rolls the condom on his cock without looking at Jason's ass or his own dick. If he needs help to get erect, I can't tell, but I hear the unmistakable thumping sound of Aaron's cock against Jason's ass.

His eyes never leave mine until he mouths, "I wish this was you."

"Don't," I whimper. I have no idea if I'm telling him not to fuck Jason's ass or if I'm replying to the fact that he wishes it was me. Probably both.

"If this is the only way you'll let me fuck you, so be it. Just know that every time I push into this guy's asshole, I'll wish it was your pussy. You want to wrap your legs around this guy and let him have that cunt I want so bad? I'll be the guy controlling every thrust he gives you."

Tears burn my eyes as Aaron finally looks down and spits hard on Jason's asshole. He lets his pants drop to his knees, squares into position, and inches into Jason, placing one hand firmly on Jason's back and one hand on his hip.

Jason arches his back and squirms. Oh. My. Fucking. God. Aaron Dwyer is making a man squirm as he slides his dick into his ass.

"Don't just kneel there. Fuck her, you little prick," Aaron growls, fisting Jason's hair. It's probably meant to be degrading, but my mouth waters. "If you don't, I will."

Aaron can't see Jason's face, but I can. Jason's young and can't control himself. He's bit off way more than he can chew with both of us, and he's helpless to control the situation now that he actually has a dick in his ass. I'm half afraid he'll pass out.

Aaron grunts and pushes Jason until he's an inch from my face. If I wanted to kiss Jason, I could bend up and place my lips on his.

Too bad the only man I really want to kiss is otherwise busy behind the annoying frat guy in my face.

"Fine, Princess," Aaron says, running a hand down the younger man's spine again and then slapping Jason's ass. "I'll show you how she likes it. Take notes, asshole."

Aaron slams into Jason so hard that I cringe at how much that must have hurt. Jason, to his credit, takes it. He wasn't joking when he said he'd done this before. This is someone who knows what to expect and breathes through the initial discomfort.

Then he takes it again and again. Aaron grips Jason's hips like he used to grip mine and thrusts into him over and over as Jason moans. The movement pushes Jason's cock into me.

Aaron Dwyer is fucking me with Jason's dick.

I should have done this with Aaron. We should have just cut out the middleman the other night. I want it so bad that my mouth waters for him. His skin. His scent. His taste.

"Is this what you wanted?" he asks like he's reading my mind.

I want to tell him that I want him. I can't have him, though. Not with what I've done. Look at me, for fuck's sake. Look at what I've done to us. My innocent sheriff has his dick in another man's ass in some kind of twisted game we play. The things I've done will taint me forever and will infect him. They already have.

All I can do right now, though, is position my legs higher so they're thrown over a frat guy's shoulders and near Aaron's face.

Aaron wastes no time in dragging his tongue over my ankle and up my calf as my eyes practically roll back into my head at the force of Jason's thrusts. They have nothing to do with Jason. This is all Dwyer's power. Jason's just a well-paying dildo.

Aaron's lips burn on my skin as he mouths and tongues my calf. I should have let him eat my pussy when he asked the other night because his lips are warm, and they feel like home. And that tongue…

He rests his head against my ankle and pumps into Jason again and again, not even trying to hide his moans. This may be the first time he's fucked a man, but he's not hiding the enjoyment. Pride moves through my chest when I realize that he still doesn't have any shame or embarrassment from me. He could hide his face or bite his tongue to keep everyone in the room from hearing how much he likes riding a man's ass, but he hides nothing from my eyes and ears.

Guilt seeps into my soul even as I rock into the incredible pleasure.

"This is a tight little hole. I've forgotten how good ass is."

"Don't stop," Jason begs, pulling me out of the world I only share with Aaron Dwyer. "Fuck me hard, bro."

Aaron goes deeper until the sound of Aaron's thighs slapping against Jason's butt cheeks fills the room. If anyone walks by the room right now, there's no way I can hide this. My eyes flick to the door, worried we'll be caught. Everyone expects unsavory activity from a stripper. They don't expect to see the county sheriff balls deep in a frat guy's ass at a strip club.

Aaron grips Jason's hair and pulls him back so Jason practically swoons into Aaron's built chest. "Don't you know how to please a lady? Rub her clit."

Jason's hand fumbles at my slit, and it becomes obvious that Jason knows nothing about pleasing a woman. He looks for my clit half a centimeter too high.

Aaron smirks at me and nuzzles Jason's jaw. "It's not her belly button, moron. Here," he says, forcing Jason's hand at the engorged and wanting nub at my center.

It's my turn to arch my back and cuss.

"See what that does to her? It's a magical thing to watch, huh?" He moves back to gripping Jason's hips so hard the younger man will have bruises. "Keep rubbing until she moans my fucking name. She knows it."

The only moaning happening now comes from Jason's mouth. No matter how hard Aaron fucks him and no matter the degrading things Aaron calls him, Jason moans like a bitch in heat. If possible, I think Jason enjoys being fucked by Aaron more than he enjoys my sopping wet cunt.

And I'm a mess. A filthy mess as Jason's sweat drops onto my face as he's bent over like a good boy, taking his ass pounding from my senior prom date. The sweat and body fluids are nothing compared to my soaked pussy. Hell, even a tear leaks down my cheek as my nose runs.

"Hear how wet that pussy is for me? Does it feel good? Tell me all about it," Aaron whispers next to Jason's ear. "Fuck knows she won't let me have it."

"S-so w-wet," Jason stammers. "Good."

Aaron fists Jason's hair again. "I'm going to make you come so hard like I know you want. I can feel how much you want to get off. When I'm done with you, you'll pay the lady twice what you offered her and never come back here. Do I make myself crystal fucking clear?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good boy." Aaron spanks Jason's ass cheek hard, the sound practically echoing through the room.

Aaron calling another man his good boy does it. I arch my back, my vision tunnels, and I shake until I worry I'll never stop. I tremble and shake as Aaron urges me on, telling me I'm gorgeous and telling me I'm the only girl he ever wants to be with again. He leans forward, past Jason's head, and places a kiss on my cheek.

I want to wrap my arms around his neck and pull him to me for a real kiss, but Jason loses his fucking shit and wails like a dying animal between us. Aaron pulls out of Jason's ass just as Jason unloads into his condom.

In one fluid movement, Aaron unrolls his condom, throws it on the table, and grabs Jason's face like the mafia men grabbed mine. He pinches Jason's cheeks together and forces him to focus on Aaron's face, even gripping his hair and pulling hard. "Suck my dick while she watches."

Aaron widens his stance in front of Jason, and his finger moves to my clit because he knows I can come back-to-back. It was our thing senior year. I could get off, and he knew he could move his finger a fraction of an inch and adjust the pressure to send me into the stratosphere a minute later.

I place my hand on the top of his as it rotates over my clit, welcoming his familiar touch, and I watch in fascination as Jason bends down and takes Aaron into his mouth, gagging when Aaron thrusts down the younger man's throat. "Drink it when I'm done," Aaron grunts, fisting Jason's hair.

Jason has obviously sucked dick before because he bobs like a professional, licking and sucking on the tip of Aaron's cock when he needs to take a breath. I watch until my second orgasm forces my eyes to flutter closed.

"Aaron," I moan, unable to stop myself. It rolls off my lips like my own name.

Maybe it's me moaning for him. Maybe it's the fact that a man is sucking his dick, and men really know how to suck dicks…because they're men. Whatever it is, Aaron grabs Jason's face, fists his hair, and pushes his dick so far down Jason's throat I think the younger man will digest it. Aaron grunts, and his jaw tenses like it does whenever he orgasms.

Jason gags and coughs, but Aaron holds him until I grab his hand. "Don't hurt him. He's twenty."

Aaron pulls his dick out of Jason's mouth and looks at the long line of drool that comes with it. The spit is attached to both Jason's bottom lip and the tip of Aaron's cock, and Aaron swipes it away like it's filthy.

Jason sputters and coughs as he swallows the last of Aaron's cum, and I watch the younger man's throat move, wishing I was drinking Aaron down.

How did we get here? How did I ever put Aaron in this position? I just want to stay alive, out of trouble, and live in peace. I want Aaron to be happy, even if it's not with me. He deserves that and so much more. He doesn't deserve to fuck an anonymous frat guy in a back room while his ex-girlfriend wishes she didn't fuck up so damn much.

Shame roils through me for the millionth time when I think about how much better Aaron deserves, and I force myself to look at Aaron.

When I finally find his eyes, Aaron's already buttoning his shirt and pulling up his pants. Without a word, he turns his back to me to finish dressing.

"Aaron!"

"You're special to me," he says, buckling his belt and wiping a drop of sweat from his forehead. "You always will be, and there's not a fucking thing you can do to change that. Not even this."

I don't know what to say. I can't form words, and I can't run after him. I'm naked, and my legs still tremble from my orgasm. I look at the floor, frantically trying to locate my underwear and bikini top to go after him.

Aaron pulls a five-dollar bill out of his pocket and throws it in Jason's lap where it flutters to the younger man's dick. "That's for you, Princess. You earned it," Aaron says, walking toward the door.

He shuts the door with a slam when he leaves, and I wonder if it's finally the last time I'll ever see Aaron Dwyer.