Kiss Me

Part Two

Aya

Thursday nights at The Vibe were usually pretty quiet and though the dance floor and bar were crowded, it wasn’t as packed as it would be on the weekend. I took a mental note of a few potential sex partners. I don't usually pick up guys at work because it was a little tacky and besides, everyone who watched me perform already knew what I had between my legs. Where was the fun in that? Last night I’d gone home with a jock. I’d been wearing my pretty purple suede, four-inch Jessica Simpson rip-offs and matching eye shadow. When the guys on the court whistled their appreciation, I wasn’t surprised. It happened all the time. With my feminine features and liberal use of nail polish and makeup, people always assumed I was a girl. It wasn’t my job to convince them of my gender, one way or the other. Was it my fault people let their assumptions get them into trouble? It’s not like I was going to wear a sign on my head that said Warning. Cock Attached. I wore what I liked and to hell with what other people thought. Though, okay, maybe I did add a little swish to my walk when cute guys were watching. Still, maybe tonight I'll settle for something quick and easy. Or maybe not...

Liam, Z, and Tom branched off to work the room and earn their cash, but I headed straight to the bar. I'm way too sober.

I felt myself tremble as I leaned against the brass edge and smiled at the bartender. "What can I get you, beautiful?" Gerry winked.

"How about a double shot for now? Just need to loosen up a bit." I had to shout over the music, but Gerry was well practiced at taking my order.

"You got it, dollface." Gerry was in his mid-forties, balding, and pudgy around the middle. He’d worked at the club for twenty years. The Vibe was his second home and he was a spectacular bartender, sweet and nonthreatening. Not so pretty to look at, which meant he wasn’t competition. The customers wouldn’t choose him over the dancers always on offer.

Gerry poured the double shot of dark whiskey and served it with a friendly smile. "Thanks, hun." And I tossed the contents back in a practiced swallow. It was the good shit. Gerry always gave me the good shit. The warmth bloomed in my chest, and my arm steadied as the alcohol made its way into my bloodstream.

Letting the tranquility wash over me, I scanned the room for my first trick of the night. The strobe lights and beams swirled with dizzying effect, reflecting off glass and bared skin as the pulse of the bass throbs just like a heart, vibrating every surface. This was my church, and I reveled in the steady familiar pounding. One of my regulars was in the usual spot, but tonight, I didn’t acknowledge him. I liked to make them wait. The jealousy always led to bigger tips.

Then my eyes fell onto a group of giggling girls. One of them boasting a big twenty one badge. They seem like a fun bunch so I moved from the bar and walked my way over to them. Their eyes lit up seeing me and I enjoyed that. "Hey girls," I said in my best voice.

"Oh my god!" One of them shouts. "Its you!"

I smile and took a seat next to the young girl who's wearing the badge. "So, your the birthday girl?" I asked.

"Yes...oh, yes I am. I'm Meg."

I took her hand gently in mine and brushed my lips across her knuckles, causing the others to gasp. "It's nice to meet you Meg."

She giggles, cute. "Oh my God, you’re so pretty, even up close." I smiled and batted my eyelashes. She hadn’t meant her comment to be a backhanded insult, so I swallowed the retort on the tip of my tongue. Throwing shade at the customers was a bad idea. Plus, these girls looked fun and a little too naive to understand my particular brand of sarcasm.

"Aw, aren’t you sweet." There was another empty chair, so I spun it to the side and draped myself over it, crossing my legs in a dainty move I had long ago perfected. "Are you girls having fun tonight?" One quick sweep of the group and I pinned them down, a few lesbians, all over twenty-one but none over twenty-five. Lesbians and birthday parties were almost as much fun as bridal showers.

"It’s awesome. You guys were so good."

"Thanks, sugar. I love your necklace, where’d you get it?" I nodded at the long silver chain with a black bow tie at the end.

As expected, Meg smiled and touched the piece. "Thanks, um. I think it was at a kiosk in the mall."

"Oh cool." Tourists then? No one shopped at the Mall unless they didn’t know any better.

Meg scrunched her face. "No from here.....we'll, an hour away actually."

"Ahh, I see? What are you doing all the way out here?"

Meg laughed. "To see the Sassy Boyz, of course. You’re famous."

Admittedly I felt warm at their attention. "I hadn’t realized our reputation reached so far. I’m flattered." I batted my lashes and waved my hand in a girlish gesture that made the group of girls laugh. So I joined them. They were fun and easygoing, but as much as I would love to sit and gossip with them all night, I needed to pay my rent. "So who wants to go first?" I asked, and slipped the bills off the table and surreptitiously counted them before tucking the pile into the waist of my tight shorts. They all giggled.

Then Megs eyes darted up to focus on something behind me. "Hey, big bro," she said.

"Meg." The deep timbre shivered down my spine. The warning was so clear in that one single syllable. But Meg didn’t seem to care.

Her smile widened, and she looked into my eyes with sly calculation. "He’s first."

I lifted myself out of the chair in what I hoped was a tantalizing motion and flicked my hair over my shoulder as I spun to face the newcomer. His breath hitched. Damn, the guy was hot. A big bear with a strong, square, scruffy jaw and deep-set dark eyes. He was tall, maybe even taller than me when I wasn’t wearing heels. He had big shoulders and arms and was clearly fit. He had on a worn blue T-shirt that clung to his upper body and made my mouth water. Most clearly of all, he was not happy about the situation. His mouth was a grim line as he stared down at his sister.

"Hello, handsome," I said, trying to draw his attention. "Why don’t you sit down?" I gestured to the empty chair. Our eyes met and my heart nearly stalled. Normally I loved the thrill of reeling in the straight ones, of never knowing if you’d end up flat on your ass or bent over moaning. But I suddenly felt like I’d just collided with the most dangerous man in the world and I didn’t like it one bit. In fact, I was fighting the urge to run for cover.

Then the man glanced at my mouth and his nostrils flared. Holy hell. The temptation to flee morphed into one hot ball of fuck-me-now, and I almost stumbled back with the force of it.

Before I could do or say anything, the stranger clenched his jaw and looked back at his sister. "No." The stranger’s voice was deep and gravelly like sandpaper, and it sent goosebumps over my damn skin.

"Come on, Henley. It will be fun, and it’s my birthday," Meg said.

"Damn it, Meg."

"Seriously, it’s just a lap dance. It’s not like I’m asking you to kill a puppy."

"A lap dance from a guy." At his tone, both me and Meg’s eyebrows lifted almost like we were connected by some invisible string.

"What, are you suddenly homophobic? Is my only brother a bigot and I somehow missed it for the last seven years?"

Henley turned a bright shade of red and rubbed his palms over his scruffy jaw. "No, Jesus. I just, ah, fuck."

"It’s not a big deal," she countered. "When I came out, you said…"

"Yeah, yeah, okay. Doesn’t have a damn thing to do with this situation, though." He sighed and pushed a hand through the mess of dark hair atop his head.

"It’s just a dance, for fun. Please?" Meg continued begging.

"Christ, you’re going to make a good lawyer."

At his words, Meg grinned. "Love you too."

Tall, Dark, and Grumpy finally sat in the empty chair, but he didn’t relax. His shoulders remained tense as boulders and he gripped the bottom of the chair so hard his knuckles whitened. I almost laughed because, seriously, the guy acted like he was going to the fucking guillotine. It’s not like I had special powers of persuasion to turn straight men gay, at least not if they didn’t secretly want to be turned. And it wasn’t like I’d bite, unless asked. Was he really so frightening? This guy could probably lift me over his head and toss me away like a rag doll.

I took a step closer. The man’s eyes locked on to my boot and followed my leg up, up, pausing at my crotch for a fraction of a second, then rising until our eyes locked again. Then Henley's tongue peeked out to wet his bottom lip, and laughing was the last thing on my mind. Maybe the guy wasn’t afraid of me. Maybe Henley was afraid of himself. Wasn’t that interesting? I smirked.

Holding eye contact, I gave Joe the signal. The music changed to a familiar thudding cadence and Britney’s breathy moan. I let myself sway to the new beat, moving my hips and raising my arms to lift my hair off the back of my neck. High-pitched giggles reminded me where I was and I winked at the girls. They were whispering and holding their phones, no doubt recording the whole thing to torture Henley later. I kind of felt sorry for the guy. After all, he was clearly at the club because of his sister and had been manipulated into a situation which made him uncomfortable. His displeasure wasn’t because he was a bigot. There was no animosity in his eyes. No, it was something else.

I stepped closer and rubbed a palm down Henley's arm. "I’m going to give you the best damn lap dance you’ve ever had," I said low enough so the witnesses couldn’t hear me over the music.

Grumpy’s nostrils flared again. "I’ve never had one before."

I couldn’t hide my surprise. "Really? A big handsome guy like you?" Henley shrugged, but the movement didn’t loosen him up at all. In fact, the closer I got, the stiffer he became, and not in the good way. I was tempted to give the guy a break and take it easy on him. Maybe perform a simple air dance and be done with it. He wasn’t a total tramp. But, shit, Henley licked his lips again, and all those good intentions went flying out the nearest exit. A straight guy, a lap dance virgin, and showing clear signs of arousal? I would lose my slut card if I didn’t work this guy like a stripper pole and change his fucking life. Just as Britney started to pant the lyrics to 'Breathe On Me' I kicked Henley’s legs wider and positioned myself between them. "You ready, baby?" I whispered, not really expecting a reply, which was good, because I didn’t get one. The only reaction was the subtle tightening of the muscles in Henley’s jaw and the hastily indrawn breath.

I lifted the corner of my mouth and turned away. Yeah, let Grumpy get an eyeful of my ass on display in the lace shorts. Everyone always said I had a great ass. I arched my back in time with the music and bent my knees enough to almost sit on his lap. Almost. I kept moving and swaying, raising my arms and touching myself. I used my perfected core muscles to lean back and rest my head on Henley’s shoulder, thrusting my hips into the air. Sweat broke out and my abs ached from holding the position, but mine wasn’t the only heart beating too fast. Henley’s panting breaths warmed my neck and caused a shiver of arousal to twist down my chest. When I finally turn to face him and lower onto the guy’s lap, Henley grunted at the contact, sending another cascade of lust down my spine to pool in my fucking balls. I rubbed and teased, knowing my scent would twist itself in the fabric of Henley’s shirt.

"Fuck…" He breathes onto my face. I smile, but it was shot when I felt how damn hard he was. Really fucking hard.

Shit, this is not good. Because I liked it. My mind had turned to mush and all I could look at was his wet lips. Tantalising. "Sorry," I whispered. Then the guy gave me a soft smile and I did the one thing I shouldn't and crushed my lips against his. Jesus, it felt good, tasted good too. Especially when his hot tongue slipped in there and he gripped my hips. "...wait…" I panted, moving my lips from his.

"You should stop, right now." He mumbled. 

He's right. I needed to stop. So I got up from his lap and shook my head. "Sorry girls, this is a free one." And I walked away with my dick hard and my tail firmly tucked between my legs.