Hemy
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“Hemy.”
We both look over at the sound of Sarah’s voice. “The group dance is up next. You better hurry and get your fine ass in there.” She smiles at Slade before shoving his shoulder. “Your woman is at the bar waiting on you. You better hurry before someone else snags her sexy ass up.”
Oh boy. She just had to go there.
Without hesitation, Slade stalks off, rushing inside to his woman. He knows damn well he has nothing to worry about with Aspen, but he’s still so damn protective. He reminds me a lot of myself. When we find that special woman, we’ll do anything for her. I just wish I wasn’t too late.
“Thanks, Sarah.”
“Yeah, yeah. Just hurry your ass up,” she teases.
If there’s anything that I hate, it’s doing a stupid dance routine on stage. It involves costumes and all of us men putting a dance together. It makes us all feel like fucking idiots. That’s why we only set up a dance routine once a month. It’s the one thing that some of the women travel to see. It’s the biggest night of every month, packed to maximum capacity.
Adjusting my tie, I laugh at Stone as he jumps up on a table and thrusts his hips while gripping onto his hat and tilting it down, over his face. “Man, I’m such a stud in a suit.”
“Is that right, asshole?” Cale asks.
“Um . . . fuck yeah,” Stone replies while jumping down from the table. “Don’t get mad when I get all the tips. I have this routine down pat, bros.”
“Alright, stud.” I slap the back of his head before reaching for my black hat and putting it on, tilting it a bit to the side. “This is the biggest crowd you’ll see for a while, so you better show them Slade’s not around anymore. A lot of them come just for that motherfucker.”
“I’m the new Slade,” he says with a smirk. “These women will leave screaming Stone. You feel me?” He gives both Cale and I the middle finger before jogging up the steps to the back of the stage.
This kid really has no idea what he’s getting into right now. Some of these women still even scare my ass with all that shrieking.
The stage is dark when we line up next to our chairs. I can hear the screaming of hundreds of women as soon as the music starts playing. This used to get me hard at one point. Undressing for all these horny women. Now, I don’t feel shit. I just want to get this over with.
Out of instinct, my body instantly reacts to the music when the lights flicker on, lighting up the stage. Placing one foot on the chair, I grab the top of my head and grind my hips to the music, the other two doing the same.
I thrust my hips slow and seductively as if I were fucking someone with deep passion. This causes the girls close by to lean over the stage and start waving a handful of cash while others toss some onto the stage.
I reach up with one hand and loosen my tie, swinging one leg over the chair to straddle it, rocking my hips a few times just before grabbing the chair and lifting it up to place at the end of the stage.
I look out into the crowd and motion with my finger for the closest girl to come up on stage. With little effort, I grab onto her arm and pull her up next to me.
Swaying my hips to the slow rhythm, I pull the knot of my tie until it transforms back into a straight piece of fabric. Grabbing each end, I slide it around her waist and pull her body up against mine, transferring the ends of the tie in one hand. I lean into her neck and grip my hat with one hand while grinding against her, causing her to scream out with excitement.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Cale and Stone doing the exact same thing. For as little as we actually practice, we’re completely in sync with each other. I have to admit we don’t look half bad for not putting much effort into the routine.
Walking her backwards, I guide her down into the chair before dropping my tie and ripping the buttons off of my black button down. I grab the girl’s hand and place it on my chest while standing above her lap and dancing against her.
The girl’s hand goes to reach for my dick, but I grab it, stopping her before she can get there. The thought of another woman touching me there right now is not sitting well with me. It actually pisses me off.
Pushing back my anger, I tilt her chair back until I’m standing over her face, grinding my hips above her while holding the top of the chair up with one hand. My dick is directly in front of her face and all I can think about is Onyx doing something similar with some random dude in her club.
Jealousy courses through me, but I do my best to keep it in check and make it through the dance. The routine is almost over. Only one more thing left to do.
Pulling the chair back up on all fours, I run my hands down my bare chest before undoing my pants and placing the girl’s hands on my waistline, allowing her to undress me. She pushes them down my legs without hesitation, leaving me standing here in my short boxer briefs, the women all screaming at us practically naked.
Picking her up and placing her to lie on her back on the stage, I slide across the floor, on my knees, while thrusting my hips until I’m above her face again. I place both hands on the ground in front of me and thrust in a fast motion, brushing against her in the face with my package.
She reaches up and grabs my ass until I’m done and moving down her body, pretending to lick her body on the way down. Once I reach the bottom, I help her to her feet and smile as she shoves a handful of cash in the front of my briefs.
We do a few more short dances, filling the time, until finally the night is almost over and we’re heading back stage to get dressed.
I take a seat and look around, swallowing the realization that none of these girls even come close to comparing to Onyx. This place isn’t good enough anymore. Onyx is sexy, strong, passionate, and doesn’t take shit from anyone. She has always been that way . . . except when it came to me.
I reach over to the table next to me and grab for my beer. I hold it against my lips for a few seconds before pulling it away and setting it down, pissed off at my damn self for thinking. “Fuck me.”
“Hello, sexy,” a soft voice says from beside me.
Without looking over, I nod my head and reach for my beer again. I really don’t feel like being messed with at the moment. “I’m done working for the night,” I say stiffly.
“Even better.” I feel the couch dip next to me, so I look over to see a sexy brunette. It’s the same one that licked the whipped cream off my body that night I left to go find Onyx. She smiles victoriously as if she’s been waiting for the exact moment to get me alone. “It looks like you could use some company.”
We both look over at the sound of Sarah’s voice. “The group dance is up next. You better hurry and get your fine ass in there.” She smiles at Slade before shoving his shoulder. “Your woman is at the bar waiting on you. You better hurry before someone else snags her sexy ass up.”
Oh boy. She just had to go there.
Without hesitation, Slade stalks off, rushing inside to his woman. He knows damn well he has nothing to worry about with Aspen, but he’s still so damn protective. He reminds me a lot of myself. When we find that special woman, we’ll do anything for her. I just wish I wasn’t too late.
“Thanks, Sarah.”
“Yeah, yeah. Just hurry your ass up,” she teases.
If there’s anything that I hate, it’s doing a stupid dance routine on stage. It involves costumes and all of us men putting a dance together. It makes us all feel like fucking idiots. That’s why we only set up a dance routine once a month. It’s the one thing that some of the women travel to see. It’s the biggest night of every month, packed to maximum capacity.
Adjusting my tie, I laugh at Stone as he jumps up on a table and thrusts his hips while gripping onto his hat and tilting it down, over his face. “Man, I’m such a stud in a suit.”
“Is that right, asshole?” Cale asks.
“Um . . . fuck yeah,” Stone replies while jumping down from the table. “Don’t get mad when I get all the tips. I have this routine down pat, bros.”
“Alright, stud.” I slap the back of his head before reaching for my black hat and putting it on, tilting it a bit to the side. “This is the biggest crowd you’ll see for a while, so you better show them Slade’s not around anymore. A lot of them come just for that motherfucker.”
“I’m the new Slade,” he says with a smirk. “These women will leave screaming Stone. You feel me?” He gives both Cale and I the middle finger before jogging up the steps to the back of the stage.
This kid really has no idea what he’s getting into right now. Some of these women still even scare my ass with all that shrieking.
The stage is dark when we line up next to our chairs. I can hear the screaming of hundreds of women as soon as the music starts playing. This used to get me hard at one point. Undressing for all these horny women. Now, I don’t feel shit. I just want to get this over with.
Out of instinct, my body instantly reacts to the music when the lights flicker on, lighting up the stage. Placing one foot on the chair, I grab the top of my head and grind my hips to the music, the other two doing the same.
I thrust my hips slow and seductively as if I were fucking someone with deep passion. This causes the girls close by to lean over the stage and start waving a handful of cash while others toss some onto the stage.
I reach up with one hand and loosen my tie, swinging one leg over the chair to straddle it, rocking my hips a few times just before grabbing the chair and lifting it up to place at the end of the stage.
I look out into the crowd and motion with my finger for the closest girl to come up on stage. With little effort, I grab onto her arm and pull her up next to me.
Swaying my hips to the slow rhythm, I pull the knot of my tie until it transforms back into a straight piece of fabric. Grabbing each end, I slide it around her waist and pull her body up against mine, transferring the ends of the tie in one hand. I lean into her neck and grip my hat with one hand while grinding against her, causing her to scream out with excitement.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Cale and Stone doing the exact same thing. For as little as we actually practice, we’re completely in sync with each other. I have to admit we don’t look half bad for not putting much effort into the routine.
Walking her backwards, I guide her down into the chair before dropping my tie and ripping the buttons off of my black button down. I grab the girl’s hand and place it on my chest while standing above her lap and dancing against her.
The girl’s hand goes to reach for my dick, but I grab it, stopping her before she can get there. The thought of another woman touching me there right now is not sitting well with me. It actually pisses me off.
Pushing back my anger, I tilt her chair back until I’m standing over her face, grinding my hips above her while holding the top of the chair up with one hand. My dick is directly in front of her face and all I can think about is Onyx doing something similar with some random dude in her club.
Jealousy courses through me, but I do my best to keep it in check and make it through the dance. The routine is almost over. Only one more thing left to do.
Pulling the chair back up on all fours, I run my hands down my bare chest before undoing my pants and placing the girl’s hands on my waistline, allowing her to undress me. She pushes them down my legs without hesitation, leaving me standing here in my short boxer briefs, the women all screaming at us practically naked.
Picking her up and placing her to lie on her back on the stage, I slide across the floor, on my knees, while thrusting my hips until I’m above her face again. I place both hands on the ground in front of me and thrust in a fast motion, brushing against her in the face with my package.
She reaches up and grabs my ass until I’m done and moving down her body, pretending to lick her body on the way down. Once I reach the bottom, I help her to her feet and smile as she shoves a handful of cash in the front of my briefs.
We do a few more short dances, filling the time, until finally the night is almost over and we’re heading back stage to get dressed.
I take a seat and look around, swallowing the realization that none of these girls even come close to comparing to Onyx. This place isn’t good enough anymore. Onyx is sexy, strong, passionate, and doesn’t take shit from anyone. She has always been that way . . . except when it came to me.
I reach over to the table next to me and grab for my beer. I hold it against my lips for a few seconds before pulling it away and setting it down, pissed off at my damn self for thinking. “Fuck me.”
“Hello, sexy,” a soft voice says from beside me.
Without looking over, I nod my head and reach for my beer again. I really don’t feel like being messed with at the moment. “I’m done working for the night,” I say stiffly.
“Even better.” I feel the couch dip next to me, so I look over to see a sexy brunette. It’s the same one that licked the whipped cream off my body that night I left to go find Onyx. She smiles victoriously as if she’s been waiting for the exact moment to get me alone. “It looks like you could use some company.”
