Playing His Game (The Reynolds Brothers) (15 page)

I think that's
what helped keep the attraction to Winnie for me in the beginning. She's a little
freak in the sheets, and not one who's paid to be. Sure, I can find adventurous
girls, I was regularly fucking Tawny for God’s sakes, but Winnie's a normal
girl. She's never been paid to have sex and she comes from the Midwest, but
she's still an animal in the sack. I knew she was a little on edge after the
whole Tawny thing and quite frankly, I was shocked she went through with it
myself, but in the end I'm glad she did. It's what intrigued me about her and
made me want to get to know her more.

She's actually
really fun to be around and has somehow wedged herself so deep into my life
that I now consider her one of my closest friends. How the hell did I let that
happen? I do not let hot women become my friends. They're usually in my life
for one reason only and that's to fuck.

Winn and I have
been fooling around together for a while now and while we're both free to fuck
whomever we want when we're not together, I stopped fooling around with other
girls before Christmas. I'll never tell her that though. I'm a man, and I want
her to think I'm still screwing around on the side. It'll keep her on her toes,
but the truth is she's all I ever think about. Okay, maybe not all I ever think
about but I'm known for having an addictive personality and I'm addicted to
her.

The very thing
I've loved so much for years I've become. I'm a pussy. P-U-S-S-Y.

I text her every
day, we have phone and video sex several times a week and I find myself not
being able to wait until the next time she visits. I stopped sleeping with other
women after our weekend in Chicago, but I kept Tawny around. She satisfied my
Winnie need because Winnie wasn't there, but soon that wasn't enough either. I
found phone sex with Winnie more enjoyable than actual sex with Tawny.

Like I said, I'm a
pussy.

I finally broke it
off with Tawny right before Christmas and she understood. Thankfully, Tawny is
a reasonable woman who understands that sometimes sex is just sex.

So to add to my
list of never ending problems, falling for the brunette, curvy little sister of
my new sister-in-law can now be added to that list. I need to shorten this damn
list.

I send a quick
text to Winnie and let her know that the water is starting to get a little
warmer so she should come out and I'll finally be able to teach her how to
surf. The water is still cold as hell but she doesn't need to know that. With
the right wetsuit a lot of surfers are out in the water year round. I was out
there last week and that's when I found the most unique shell yet.

I kept it of
course and brought it home but I didn't place it in the jar with the other
shells I've collected for her. This one I put in the nightstand in my bedroom.
I don't know when I'm going to give it to her. This shell is too perfect and I
want to find the perfect time to give it to her. It’s like it was placed in the
sand for me, waiting for me to stumble across it for Winnie. I don't want to
scare her off with it, so I need to find the right time to give it to her.

I send out a text
to Omar, one of my buddies in the real-estate business, and ask him if he's got
any leads for me. He doesn't respond back immediately and that worries me, but
I need to keep the faith that something will come through.

I then send out a
third text. This one's a little more complicated. After a few years of being on
the straight and arrow I fucked up a little less than a year ago and now I'm
out of control. That's the thing about addicts, sometimes we know we're out of
control but that doesn't stop us. It's nothing our next high won't fix, but
unfortunately, my addiction has landed me in some pretty deep, hot water the
last few months. I need to make a big sale soon.

Chapter Eleven

April

Me: April
showers bring...

Scott: A virgin
to deflower?

Me: May flowers
you dumbshit.

Scott: I know
that I was just playing with you. Why are you up so early?

Me: Why are
you? It's three hours earlier where you are.

Scott: I'm just
getting in. Launch party for Jared's new DVD series was tonight.

Me: Fun

Scott: So why
are you up at five in the morning?

Me: I signed up
for some stupid race with the girls at work. I'm tired, it's freezing outside,
and I want to jump back in bed instead of going out and running this 5k.

Scott: Sucks to
be you. I'm about to climb in my warm, soft bed and get a nice eight hours of sleep.

Me: Jerk.

Scott: Truth
time. Can you even run a 5k?

Me: I guess
we'll see. The last time I ran was in high school. My workouts now consist of
dancing or the elliptical machine.

Scott: I bet
you pass out around the 2 mile marker.

Me: Thanks for
your confidence in my ability to run this race.

Scott: I have
confidence in you. I think you'll last 2 miles. 2 miles is nothing to be
ashamed of.

Me: I'm going
to finish this race and when I do I'm going to take a selfie of me at the
finish line and then send it your way.

Scott: Will you
be all hot and sweaty?

Me: Yes, pervert.

Scott: When are
you coming back out here?

Me: Not sure.
It's the beginning of boat season so I'll be working a lot more.

Scott: That's
unacceptable. I need you here

Me: You need me
in your bed is what you mean.

Scott: Potato,
Potato

Me: You know
that doesn't have the same effect when you text it. You just look like a guy
who likes saying Potato.

Scott: Okay,
point taken. I do need you though. I might be forced to come to South Haven and
get my Winnie fix.

Me: Please
don't. South Haven couldn't handle you. I'll come out there soon.

Scott: Promise?

Me: I promise.
I've got to get going. My ride is here.

Scott: Good
luck!

Me: Thanks!
Sweet dreams :)

Scott: Always
when they're about you.

Chapter Twelve

Winnie

The club is jam
packed tonight and there is barely any room to move, let alone dance. I've been
working for a few hours but I don't know how much more I can handle tonight.
It's never usually this busy in May. The manager on duty is Rick and he has all
of us dancers on the floor in white bridal lingerie.

It's the beginning
of another wedding season.

I have on a lace
bra and matching cheeky panty set, along with a garter belt and stockings. The
outfit itself normally wouldn't bother me, but with such a crowded club the
temperature feels like I'm out in the summer heat. Not a great combination when
you're wearing all white.

I just got
finished dancing to an older song but a favorite in our club,
Nelly's Hot in
Herre.
It's fitting for how hot the club is right now. I'm sharing the
platform with Leslie tonight and we're teaming up for a bachelor party in an
hour, so Rick has us dancing to kill time. When
Yeah
comes on by
Usher
,
we work together to draw the attention of the males at the club.

I move over to
her, straddling one of her legs and we both start to grind. Men just love when
two women do anything visually stimulating for them and the hoots and hollering
start up almost immediately. We continue to rub up against each other's legs. I
move one of my hands up my body slowly, trailing it over my stomach, caressing
my breast before sliding my fingers across my neck and to the back of my hair.
I drag my fingers through my long, wavy tresses and tilt my head back as I do a
body roll against Leslie. She follows my lead and does the same thing before we
both go back to grinding against each other.

Halfway through
the song I lower my hand to her ass and pull us closer together. Leslie's hands
come up to my shoulders as we roll into each other. I look into the crowd and
see at least thirty men and some women with their eyes glued on our
performance. I smile wickedly before licking my lips and turning my attention
back on Leslie.

See, this is my
job. I get to be overtly sexual, but not cross the line. People come to watch
us dance. People come to watch me and the other girls grind against each other.
It's not frowned upon here because we're not out naked in the middle of the
club, and we're not performing sexual acts with one another. It's just clean
fun.

I turn around so
my back is to Leslie's front and then I bend over and touch my toes while
shaking my ass against Leslie's front. Her hands come down to my ass as she
playfully slaps it, and then I roll my body back up to a standing position.
When the song is over one of the bouncers comes and gets us off the platform
and we're ushered to Rick's office.

"Have a seat,
ladies," Rick says from behind his desk. Being called into his office in
the middle of a shift is never good. We're given our schedules for the night
before our shift starts and unless there's a problem, we're left alone for the
rest of the evening.

Leslie sits down
first and I take the seat next to her while we wait to see why we were called
into the office. Thankfully, Rick doesn't make us wait for long.

"Change of
plans for the night. Our bachelor wants you both at his party."

I look over at him
confused. "We're both going to be at his party. I'm serving and Leslie's
stripping."

Leslie nods her
head in agreement with me. "That's what the schedule says, Rick. We were
just finishing up dancing and then I was going to change into the outfit he
requested."

Rick's an older
man, probably in his late fifties. His wife left him years ago so he basically
lives at the club. He's not bad looking, but the club has changed him, hardened
him, and that makes him one of my least favorite managers. He removes his
reading glasses from his eyes and places them down on the desk before leaning
forward to talk to us more intimately.

"I'm just
going to be straight with you. The bachelor and the men that are with him want
both of you to strip and party with them, for the entire evening. "

"The entire
evening? We only do an hour, Rick!" Leslie shouts back. She's obviously
not happy with the change of events either.

"Shut up and
let me finish. I was offered a very large sum, enough to pay the rent on this
club for the next year, but we only get it if you both do this for them. I'm
not asking you, I'm telling you. You will work this event or you're both
fired."

Shit.

Looking down at my
hands I contemplate what to do. I made a vow the last time I shed my clothes
that I would never strip here again, but if I don't do what Rick is asking,
it's not just my job that's on the line, it's Leslie's too. She's a single
mother. She can't afford to lose this gig.

When I look back
up Leslie is staring at me pleadingly. Any chance I had at saying no just went
out the window. I need to do this for her.

"Okay,"
I barely whisper as I look over to Rick.

"That's my
girl. Now both of you go get ready. I told them you'd be in the room
shortly."

★★★

I pack my bag
frantically. The only way I'll be able to make the flight out of here is if I
leave in the next twenty minutes. After pulling the zipper up on the second
suitcase and tossing my carry-on over my shoulder, I lock up my apartment and
wait out at the curb for my cab. The morning sunrise is just starting to appear
over the top of the large trees outside my place and I watch it creep up as I
wait.

Once I'm in the
cab and on the way to the airport I send off a text and email to my mother so
she'll know where I am. I don't want to pull the same disappearing act Autumn
did almost two years ago and leave her worried.

As I sit on the
torn backseat of the older yellow cab I think about the events that led me to
this decision. Last night was a disaster. After our meeting with Rick, Leslie
and I both got ready for the bachelor party. We were nervous and anxious and
didn't know what to expect. When working one of these events it only usually
lasts an hour and then it's over, but we were ordered to be with these men all
night. That's unheard of at our club.

Once we greeted
the men, everything all of a sudden became clear to me. The groom looked
familiar but I couldn't figure out why until I saw one of the men behind him on
the long cushioned sofa against the back wall. It was Marcus. The groom I'd
slept with last summer after stripping for his party. I glance at his hand and
sure enough there is a wedding band on it.

Well, at least I
didn't ruin the wedding.

Closing my eyes
I'd groaned furiously. That's why they fucking wanted me to do this party. I
was out of my mind last time. I let pretty much all of them touch me while I
performed, I went out with them afterwards and snorted a line or two of coke
off their chests. Then I committed the worst of my sins. I slept with the
soon-to-be groom.