Chapter 16

Chapter Sixteen

Chelsea

“We're going to miss you. Are you sure you won't stay for a while longer?” Divina pouted. Her purple hair was held back in a messy bun. Her eyebrow piercing glinted in the light from the phone permanently glued to her hand.

“I'm sure,” I said. “Tonight will be my last night.” I'd miss dancing at Flirts, but I wanted to concentrate on medicine now. The hours I was putting into both had become exhausting and, thanks to Storm, I'd be all right for money for a while.

“You know you can come back any time.” She gave me a hug. “I'll always make room for you on the roster. The customers are going to miss you almost as much as I will.”

“They probably won't even notice.” I hugged her back.

“Of course they will,” she insisted. “The other girls are amazing, but they aren't you.”

I caught a hint of movement behind her and looked over her shoulder to see Ivy glare at me.

For some reason, the stunning blonde had taken a dislike to me. I had no idea why. She was talented, beautiful and captivating. I'd never done anything to her, and she had no reason to be jealous of me that I was aware of.

I smiled at her anyway, but she curled her lip and turned away. Whatever her problem was, it was hers. I wasn't going to make it mine.

“Get up on that stage and shake your booty one last time,” Divina said. “If you're really going to leave us, then you better make it count.”

“When do I not?” I smiled.

I sat down to push my feet into my stilettos and stepped out onto the stage. I wasn't surprised to see Storm, Frost and Dallas at the front of the stage.

Storm looked like he was proud of me, as though he might in some way take credit for my performance.

Frost was smiling, more relaxed than I'd seen him before.

Ivy walked past him and gave him a long glance, but he didn't seem to notice.

I remembered that they'd spent time in one of the private rooms together. Ivy might have been hoping for a second round.

He seemed oblivious to the fact she still existed. Was that what had her pissed off at me? No, she'd always been terse with me. Whatever. I probably wouldn't see her again after tonight.

Dallas stood beside Frost, his hands at his sides, framing the bulge that strained the front of his pants. His eyes were glued to me like I was the only person sharing the planet with him. The club could have erupted in a riot and he wouldn't have noticed. Every drop of his attention was on me.

The music started and I began my routine, dividing my attention between the three players. Would they be disappointed I wasn't going to be dancing here after tonight? They seemed to enjoy coming to watch.

Maybe I'd give them a private show someday, if they were lucky.

I peeled off my clothes, careful to make sure my underwear stayed away from Storm. I shot him a smile to let him know I remembered he'd taken my panties the last time.

He grinned unashamedly. Of course he would. That was who he was. Nothing kept him down for long.

I kept waiting for him to make a move, like we'd talked about. Grab me when I was getting out of my car and 'abduct' me, or something. So far he hadn't. What was he waiting for? The right time, or for me to lower my guard? Maybe both.

I spun around a couple more times before giving the crowd a curtsy and hurrying backstage.

“Another exciting performance,” Ivy said caustically. She treated me to a slow clap.

“I thought so,” I said lightly. I walked over to my small cupboard and pulled out fresh clothes. “I'm sure you'll enjoy the extra limelight when I'm gone.”

“I deserve it,” she said. “I should have had your spot a long time ago.”

“If you say so.” I shrugged and pulled a T-shirt over my head.

“I do say so.” She stalked over to me. “You think you're so perfect.”

“Do I?” I pulled the T-shirt into place. “I wouldn't have thought so, but you seem to know more about me than I do.” She was beginning to piss me off.

“I know you're a conceited bitch,” she snapped. “You think you're so much better than the rest of us. You don't even need to be here.”

“What do you know about what I need?” I snapped back.

She placed her hands on her curvy hips. “Don't pretend you don't know. Your family has plenty of money. You don't need it. You being here took money from people who did.”

“People like you?” I guessed.

“Exactly,” she said resentfully. “Who does something like that?”

“Someone who doesn't want to rely on her family's money,” I replied. “Someone who wants to stand on her own two feet, even if that means dancing in stilettos. Or getting naked and fucking strangers. I did it for the same reason you did, for the money. And for the enjoyment. Because I loved working here.”

I cocked my head at her. “You're starting to make me think I shouldn't leave. I love taking my clothes off for admiring strangers. Don't you?”

She glared at me like she wanted to wipe the smile off my face. “Flirts doesn't need you to stay.”

“Because the club has you,” I said with thinly veiled sarcasm. “How lucky for them. Divina must adore the ground you walk on, because you bring so much joy.”

“She will when you're gone and she can finally see me past you,” Ivy said. “Those guys too.” She waved towards the stage. “They'll forget you the moment you're gone. If they even know what you look like. You were nothing more than something for their cock to do. Now they'll have my pussy.”

“If I was you, I'd get a better therapist. The one you're seeing doesn't seem to be helping.” I smoothed down my hair and stepped towards the doorway.

“And if I was you, I'd watch my fucking back,” she said. “Just in case.”

I turned back around, but she just smiled.

I smiled back, but my expression wasn't pleasant. “You must be dumber than you look if you're really threatening me. You have no idea what I'm capable of. Do you know who my family is?”

For the first time, she looked uncertain. She tried to cover it with bravado. “Nothing I can't handle. It's not like I haven't…handled your father.”

I snorted. “As if my father would fuck you.” Either my mother or my brother would have him slowly eviscerated if he did. If he didn't eviscerate himself. He loved my mother too much to cheat, especially with someone like Ivy.

“Think whatever you want to think,” she said. “I know what the truth is.”

“Is there a problem?” Storm peered through the doorway leading into the changing area. He barely glanced in Ivy's direction. “You coming, Chels? We're waiting for you. Dallas is about to come in his pants.”

“We wouldn't want that,” I said. I gave Ivy a half glance before walking past her and out the door.

“It must be the day for it,” Storm muttered.

“Trouble at work?” I asked.

He put an arm around me. “Nothing I can't handle.”

We stepped out to the quieter part of the club, where Frost and Dallas were waiting.

“Hey.” Frost gave me a kiss on the cheek. “I understand you've met Dallas.”

Dallas hadn't taken his eyes off me since I approached, and he didn't now. He looked like he was ready to jump out of his skin. His cock was ready to jump out of the front of his pants.

“We met,” I said. I gave Dallas a kiss on the cheek. His face promptly turned red.

“It seems like Dallas is a big fan of yours,” Storm said.

“I… I…” Dallas stammered.

“Forgive him, he's currently unable to think with anything but his cock,” Frost said. “Storm thinks you should put him out of his misery.”

“My treat,” Storm said.

I placed my hand on Dallas’ hard bicep, and leaned in to say, “If that's what you really want? You seemed upset the other night.” I wasn't going to pressure him into doing anything he didn't want to do. He got caught up in the moment once, he could get caught up again, and add to his regrets. As far as I was concerned, life was too short for those. Live in the moment and don't look back, that was my motto. Take life by the balls and ride it hard.

“I freaked out,” he said in a rush. “I want you. I want you so fucking much.” He placed his hands on my hips and drew me to him so I could feel his cock pressing against me. “Right now.”

“Here?” I replied. “In front of everyone in the club?”

Many of the customers preferred privacy, but others didn't. Some nights, you couldn't turn around without tripping over another couple fucking. Or several, all screwing each other. As long as everyone was enjoying themselves and each other, Divina didn't care. We were making her money, that was what mattered. That and keeping the customers satisfied.

Dallas groaned in my ear.

I took that as a positive. I reached between us and ran the heel of my hand up and down his erection. He was iron hard already. Thick and throbbing.

He hurried to undo his pants until his cock sprang free. He grabbed my hand and wrapped my fingers around his length. Eyes half-closed, he thrust into my hand a couple of times before tugging at the hem of my skirt.

“I don't want to come in your hand,” he said. He scrunched up his face with the effort to keep from coming too soon.

I pulled a condom out of my pocket and opened it before rolling it onto him. I still worked here for another couple of hours, so I'd obey Divina's rules.

Holding him carefully, I stepped back to an empty couch to the side of the room. I lay down, taking him with me, until he was lying on top of me.

“I need to be inside you,” he said urgently.

“Yes please,” I told him. “I want to feel you.” His desperate need was contagious. If I didn't have his cock buried in my pussy in the next couple of minutes, I might go out of my mind.

He pushed my skirt and panties aside and parted my legs with his knees. With one push, he buried himself all the way inside me. He moaned softly, his lips apart, eyes crossed. “You feel fucking incredible.”

“She does, doesn't she?” Storm said.

“She really does,” Frost agreed. “Dallas is a lucky prick right now.”

“For now,” Storm agreed. “Later, it will be our turn.”

They sat down on chairs in front of us to watch as Dallas fucked me frantically, any ounce of control completely gone. He was like an animal, pounding over and over, driving us both hard to the edge. The second-rower held back absolutely nothing, just like he did on the field. Everything he had, he gave to me.

I gladly took it, loving the way his thick cock felt in my wet heat. Wanting more, more, more.

I came first, arching my back and crying out, turned on by his relentless fucking and the eyes on us. My muscles contracted around him, drawing out his own orgasm.

He tipped back his head and shouted triumphantly as he spilled himself into the condom inside me. “Fucking hell. You're fucking everything.”

He slumped down, puffing lightly. He shook his head. “I'm so sorry. I didn't want to be so…” He tried to compose his words, but nothing else would come. Nothing but regret, but this time it wasn't because of who I was. That didn't seem to matter to him anymore.

“It's okay,” I assured him. “Sometimes all you need is a quick, hard fuck. But now, we can have a long, slow one.” I wrapped my legs around him, hooked my feet together and started to roll my hips, making him hard all over again.