Playing His Game (The Reynolds Brothers) (8 page)

"You don't
work today?" I ask, trying to find something to talk about.

"Nope. That's
the nice thing about the porn industry. If I don't want to film today, then we
don't film. Have you seen Tawny? I think she had an early photo shoot
today."

"Tawny? Why
would I have seen Tawny? I just woke up." My mind is racing with a
thousand different thoughts and my palms start to sweat.

"Stop acting
like a nutcase. All I meant is, do you know if she stayed here last
night?"

Hmm. I actually
don't know where she stayed. All I know is she wasn't in the guest room when I
woke up, but I can't share those details with Jared.

"Nope. I have
no idea."

"Oh, well,
not my problem."

My coffee tastes
like heaven right now. The only thing missing is two aspirin to cure me of this
morning hangover headache, and maybe a time machine so I can go back to
twenty-four hours ago and start the day over.

What will I say to
Scott when he wakes up? What will I say to Tawny? I’m not sure how these
morning after situations are handled when it involves a threesome. Whenever
I've had a one-time hook-up back home, I usually dashed out of the house before
the lucky guy from the night before woke up. No need to stick around for the
awkward morning conversation to follow. He'd make promises, I'd make promises,
and both of us would know it was bullshit.

Now I’m forced to
have that morning conversation with Scott because we're both in Jared's house
and I have no place to go.

Or do I?

I could make up
some excuse and fly back home. I'm sure I can get the airline to switch my
flight. I could say Mom and Dad need my help at the shop. Autumn would believe
it and if I act fast I might get lucky and Scott won't wake up before I leave.
I know it's a shitty thing to do, but I really can’t face him this morning
while remembering all the things I let him do to me last night. The wonderful,
erotic things he did to me that we both need to forget.

"I have to
go," I practically shout to Jared.

"Okay... go.
I just drank Autumn's coffee so I just need to make another cup and I'll be on
my way too."

"No, I mean I
have to fly back home. My mom texted last night and she needs my help at the
shop, and one of the girls at the club needs me to fill in for her. Her...
grandma died."

"Alright,
I'll just go up and tell Autumn you’re leaving-"

"No! No, if
you tell her she'll try and convince me to stay and I don't want to ruin her
birthday happiness high. Just distract her and I'll be gone in fifteen
minutes."

Jared sets his
coffee mug down and folds his arms over his chest, squinting those gray eyes,
the same piercing eyes as Scott, at me questioningly. "What's going
on?"

"Nothing."

"My
profession may not require a lot of brain cells but I'm not dumb. What's wrong,
Winn?"

Crap. What should
I tell him?

"I just have
some personal things going on back at home and I need to go handle them. I'm
glad I came and got to celebrate Autumn's birthday with her, but I need to go
home."

"Guy
problems?"

"Something
like that."

"Okay, Winn.
Serious moment for a second. You're practically family and I look at you like a
little sister."

Just what I need,
a reminder on how much I monumentally fucked up last night and screwed my
pseudo-brother's brother.

"You tell
this guy that if he hurts you I'm going to fuck him up. No one hurts you and
gets away with it. Got it?"

"Got it.
Thanks, Jared."

"No need to
thank me. That's what big brothers are for. I'll text my driver and have him
bring you to the airport. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to bring this
coffee upstairs and wake your sister up with my cock. You might want to put in
some headphones."

I laugh, rolling
my eyes at him. "Nothing I haven't heard from you before."

Jared heads
upstairs and that's when I make a mad dash to the guest bedroom. When I walk in
Scott is still sprawled out on the bed, passed out. Instead of changing in the
room and risking him waking up, I grab my suitcase and cell phone and leave the
room quickly and silently. The good thing is since I just arrived yesterday and
Autumn's party was last night, I never had a chance to unpack.

There's a bathroom
down the hallway so I slip inside and change into some clean clothes before
bringing everything up to the front door and waiting for Jared's driver. He
arrives rather quickly and I'm grateful.

The drive to LAX
is surprisingly quick. There was very little traffic, which is practically
unheard of in Los Angeles. When I get to the ticket counter I'm able to switch
my flight around for a fee and upgrade charge, so I'm only stuck waiting in the
terminal for a few hours before my flight boards. The only seat available on my
flight was in first-class so I pretty much drained my checking account to fly
home.

Once I'm seated in
my plush leather seat in first class, I ask the flight attendant for a Bloody
Mary and pull out my phone, ready to forget the events of last night.

Of course, my
phone won't allow it. I have a text from Autumn. She's pissed I left without
saying goodbye but she loves me and is praying for my safe travel home. There's
a text from Tawny telling me she had fun last night and she won’t say anything.
She also added an emoticon of puckered lips and I cringe inside.

As fun as that was
I will never have a repeat performance with Tawny again.

The last text is
from Scott. Seven words that will have me questioning their meaning for weeks
to come.

Scott: I fucked
up last night. I'm sorry.

He fucked up
because he slept with me or he fucked up because he invited Tawny to sleep with
us, too? What is he sorry for?

Gah!!!

The flight
attendant hands me my drink and I chug the contents until my glass is empty and
I'm asking for another.

The perks of
flying first-class.

The aspirin hasn't
kicked in because my head is pounding, I'm tired and I can still smell Scott
and Tawny all over me. In my rush to leave this morning I didn't have a chance
to shower and I smell like sex. Dirty, kinky, earth shattering and make your
body tremble until you’re begging to come sex. I just want to fall asleep and
forget all about that kind of sex for a few hours.

I shut off my phone,
buckle my seatbelt and recline my chair back, resting my head on the pillow I
was kindly provided by the airline. My eyes close and sleep quickly takes over.
The only two times I'm stirred from my slumber is when the plane takes off and
when the flight attendant comes back with my drink. I gulp down the contents of
my second Bloody Mary quickly before falling back asleep.

★★★

The next few weeks
fly by in a blur. Wake up, exercise, work at the boat shop, waitress or work at
the club and go home to sleep, just to repeat it the next day. I haven't heard
anything from Scott and I'm wondering if that's why I can't shake the foul mood
I'm in.

I'm not sure why
I'm angry. I'm the one who left him in bed. I'm the one who left the next
morning so I wouldn't have to face him. But what did he expect? By having a
threesome we pretty much guaranteed that it was just sex, nothing more. Yet I'm
the one pathetically waiting by the phone, wondering why he hasn't texted again
or called.  And I'm still wondering what that vague text I received when I
was on the plane meant.

I just need to
stop thinking about it. I'm not this girl. I'm not Autumn. I need to just fuck
someone else to get over him.

I'm working a
bachelor party tonight solo in one of the private rooms. With summer
approaching so is wedding season in the Midwest. We have several bachelor
parties going on tonight which is why we're so short staffed. I usually just
serve at the parties and dance. I'm not a stripper. But when my boss offers me
an extra three hundred dollars to work this party, I don't turn him down. I
need to start replenishing my checking account after it took a dip from my
impulsive flight home.

The plus is I
don't have to be completely nude. Topless in a thong is as naked as I have to
get, and because my mood is so sour I welcome the distraction of strange men
wanting to fondle my body.

I dance for a
couple hours before changing into my outfit for the bachelor party. My
make-up’s been reapplied and my hair’s been fluffed. I look as good as new.

I bring the group
of six men behind the private curtain of our room for the next hour.  Our
security guard, Hank, is assigned to me tonight so he stands guard at the
curtain to make sure none of these men get out of control.

Tonight's group of
men is a nice change. Usually, the men who have their bachelor parties here are
older, out of shape, and ugly. Their wallets are heavy but that's about all
they have going for them. Not that you should judge men by their appearance,
but since they're the ones asking for a hot piece of ass to strip in front of
them, I think we should ask for a few nice looking guys in return. That's why
I'm pleasantly surprised at the group of hot, muscular twenty-somethings that I
got lucky enough to get assigned to tonight.

I hit the stripper
jackpot.

The room we're in
is darker, lit by red shaded lights that shine across the black brick accent
wall. There's a red sofa that stretches against the black wall and a folding
chair in the center of the room.

Shuffling the boys
onto the sofa, I walk over to the chair, dragging my fingers across the top of
it while I look at the men seductively. "Alright, boys. Which one of you
is the groom?"

Hesitantly, one of
the men in the center stands up. His golden blond hair is a little long and
parted on the side. His white sneakers, denim jeans and polo shirt finish off
his preppy look. In fact, all of the men have preppy, rich, and entitled
written all over them. This is normally not my type, but their muscular builds
and perfect smiles will do for the night.

It may be against
policy but I need to get laid by one of the friends of the groom.

The groom sits in
the chair in front of me before smiling up at me, showing me his adorable
dimples. I walk over to him and push his knees together before turning around
and sitting down on his lap. My back is to his front as I turn to address the
five other men.

"Here is how
tonight will work, boys. We're short staffed so you won't have a server in here
with us. The alcohol is over in the corner. You'll have to serve yourselves.
Hank," I point over to where the red curtains meet. Hank stands tall in
front of it and gives the boys a quick nod of his head. "Hank will be
watching at all times. If anyone gets out of hand you will all be escorted out.
Got it?"

"What's
considered out of hand?" the dark haired one wearing an MSU t-shirt asks.

"I'm glad you
asked, frat boy. The groom can touch," I reply, dramatically rubbing my
ass over the groom's groin. I lift his hand that's hanging down by his side and
pull it up to cup my breast over the schoolgirl costume I'm wearing.

"If at any
time I say no, then the touching stops. The stripping is for all of you to
enjoy and I will also be giving lap dances, but you must ask before you can
touch. I like men who are polite so if you're polite to me, I'll be generous
back." I wink.

"Anything
else we'll just have to see as we go. As you can see there aren't many rules
because I get to choose what goes on here, but break any of the rules and
you're out. Got it?"

"Yes,
ma'am," the groom whispers behind me as he slowly continues to fondle my
breast.

I stand up and
turn around before straddling his hips and sitting back down. "Ma'am? I
like you already," I say, leaning in and kissing him chastely on the lips
before standing back up.

"Alright,
boys, let's start this party." Hank walks over to the stereo system where
my smartphone is hooked up and presses play on my playlist, while I move in to
start dancing for the groom.

An hour later I'm
slipping my clothes back on as the men linger around in the back room. The
party was fun and I let some of the boys get a little friskier than I ever
thought I'd allow. They were just so sweet and complete gentlemen compared to
the men usually in the private rooms. Especially the soon-to-be groom. Too bad
he's getting married soon because otherwise I'd be asking him to take me home.
When I was grinding my almost bare core against him, I got a nice preview of
what he's packing beneath his jeans and I know I wouldn't be disappointed.

"When do you
get off?" Chris, the best man, asks me.

"I'm done for
the night," I reply nonchalantly.

"Come out
with us. We're heading over to that old club a few blocks over and you should
come."

Chris is cute but
definitely not my taste for the night. I know I'd have fun with these guys if I
went out, but I'd be breaking protocol and club rules. I'd hate to lose my job
over it.

A hard body slams
into me from behind before I feel his palm slide over my stomach. "Come
out with us, please? It's my party and I want you there," Marcus, the
soon-to-be groom, whispers drunkenly in my ear.

I turn around in
his arms to see his smiling face shining down on me before he leans forward and
captures my lips with his in a sloppy kiss. Even in his altered state, his lips
are warm and nice. The passion that runs through me when Scott kisses me isn't
there, but I still enjoy it. My palms land on his chest and gently push him
away, knowing I should stop him.

"Everything
alright here?" Hank asks, walking over from the curtain.

"Everything's
fine, Hank. I'm just going to change and grab my purse before heading out with
these guys."