“Please, Sir, I really need
this job! I’ll do anything!” Tristan Quick pleaded. Tristan stood atop the center
stage, his back to the intimidating pole he was to swing around on while trying
to look sexy. The urge to flee was strong, but Tristan knew he had no choice.
Tristan’s slender body trembled
with trepidation. He had answered the ad in the paper, desperately needing a
job. He’d lost his last job through no fault of his own. He was not the one who
laced the coffee with liquor—even if he was responsible for making coffee each
morning for the bigwig executives at the fortune 500 company.
Well, where he used to work.
Thanks to the ‘incident’, he was currently unemployed and had less than a
hundred dollars in his savings account. To make matters worse, his landlord had
given him seven days to come up with his rent or he’d be kicked out on the
streets.
“Prove it. Take off your
clothes,” Adam Johnson, the manager of House of Deviant Trixx, growled.
Tristan’s fingers trembled as
he discarded his shirt. He hurried, afraid the big man would get tired of him
and toss him out the door. Tristan averted his gaze, trying not to let the
menacing scar running down the left side of Mr. Johnson’s face intimidate him. Tristan’s
dark blue eyes veered back to the scar before darting away again. He didn’t
want to seem as if he was staring and risk offending the big man. Being so
scrawny, Tristan couldn’t fight his way out of a paper bag.
“Slow down!” Mr. Johnson
barked.
Tristan jumped, startled.
“Wha-what?” Trisan was so nervous he couldn’t seem to form coherent sentences.
“You’re auditioning to become
an exotic dancer, yet you’re tearing your clothes off as if you’re trying out
for Nascar. Slow down. Take your time. I need to find out what kind of moves
you have.”
Tristan felt his face heat with
embarrassment and his resolve waver. Could he do this? Work in a place more
notorious for its ‘special services’ than its strippers? Then he thought about
the stack of bills lying on his kitchen table and straightened his shoulders.
This wouldn’t be forever. Just long enough to earn some quick cash and get his
bills paid off. Plus, he wouldn’t be offering any ‘special services’. Yes, he
could do this and hopefully, he’d find respectable employment soon.
“There’s. . . no music,”
Tristan stammered.
Muscles bulged as Mr. Johnson
crossed his arms, his expression changing from indulgent to inpatient. “A good
dancer makes his own music. Get on with it or this interview is over!”
Tristan inhaled and closed his
eyes. Maybe if he didn’t look at Mr. Johnson he could pull this off. Imagining
his favorite song, Tristan began to sway to the imaginary beat.
“Eyes open and on me! Show me
everything you’ve got.”
Tristan saw the challenge in
Mr. Johnson’s gaze. He expects me to give
up, Tristan realized. Deciding it was better to show the arrogant prick
than tell him, Tristan held Mr. Johnson’s gaze.
Tristan began to hum his
favorite song and allowed his hips to sway. His hands traveled slowly down his
chest, his pink tongue licking his plump bottom lip. Tristan’s fingers teased
the edges of his jeans, fluttering over the button, before slowly lowering the
zipper.
Mr. Johnson moved closer to the
stage. A quick glance down showed an impressive bulge pushing against his tight
jeans. Tristan allowed a slight smirk to cross his lips as he put a little more
sway into his movements.
Turning, Tristan sauntered over
to the pole and wrapped his fingers around it. Pushing his ass out and back
arched, Tristan once again moved to the beat in his head.
“Fuck me! Take off the jeans.”
The husky plea in Mr. Johnson’s
voice made Tristan’s cock swell. To know he had that much power over the big
man was heady and boosted Tristan’s confidence. Tristan gradually lowered his
jeans until he was touching his toes, ass facing Mr. Johnson.
“Fuck, you’ve got a nice ass!”
“Thank you.”
Tristan straightened, winked
over his shoulder and began dancing against the pole. Taking a deep breath for
courage, Tristan swung around the pole, using his hands and legs to climb.
Using his hands Tristan spread his legs and flipped his body until his head
pointed toward the floor. With the pole between his legs, Tristan licked his
fingers and ran them down his chest, teasing.
Losing himself to the music in
his mind, Tristan twirled around the pole using his arms and legs. Stretching and
displaying his flexibility.
Finally, the music wound down
and Tristan found himself with one leg on the ground, the other stretched
against the pole with his arms raised above his head gripping the pole.
Opening
his eyes, Tristan gasped and almost fell flat on his face, his stumble stopped
by an enormous chest. “Mr. Johnson!”
Mr. Johnson had his arms
wrapped around Tristan’s waist, reminding him he was still naked. Tristan blushed,
Mr. Johnson hadn’t released him and Tristan found he liked the feeling of his
naked body plastered against the clothed, sexy man. “Call me Adam. Where did
you learn how to work a pole like that?”
Tristan shrugged, the blush
staining his cheeks darkening. There was no way he’d tell Mr—Adam that he’d
taken pole dancing classes when he was in college because he’d once wanted to
be a stripper.
Adam raised Tristan’s face up
to his with a forefinger. “I believe I asked you a question,” Adam said with his
brow raised.
Tristan slapped at Adam’s hand,
irritated. “I wanted to be a stripper when I was younger!” Tristan glared at
Adam, daring him to say something.
Adam’s lips curled up. “Looks
like your dream’s coming true.”
Tristan’s mouth dropped open in
shock. “I passed the audition?” Should he really feel this excited about
becoming a stripper?
“Not yet, there’s one more
audition you have to pass.”
Nervous butterflies flittered
in Tristan’s stomach from Adam’s serious expression. He was also confused. Hadn’t
he shown he knew how to work a pole? What else was there to know? “What would I
have to do?”
Adam grinned, grabbed Tristan
by the hand and led him over to the table by the stage. He pushed the chair
from the table and sat down, legs spread wide with a raised brow. Tristan cocked
his head to the side, baffled.
Adam sighed and patted his lap.
Mystified, Tristan perched himself on Adam’s lap and waited, his hands
belatedly trying to cover his erection.
Adam spanked the side of
Tristan’s hip and leaned forward. “Are you gonna move this gorgeous ass today
or sit there and play coy?”
Tristan shivered at the touch
of Adam’s lips against the shell of his ear and trembled when that deep
baritone whispered in his ear. He’d never been so turned on by a voice in his
ear. Then Adam’s words penetrated the haze of lust clouding Tristan’s brain and
he realized he was supposed to give the Mr. Johnson a lap dance.
Tristan shifted position
slightly until his ass rested directly on the hard cock beneath him. Oh my god, he has to be at least eight
inches! What would it feel like to have that monster pounding inside of me? Tristan
wondered.
Placing his hands on Adam’s
beefy thighs, Tristan began to grind his ass on the erection beneath him,
barely suppressing the moan that threatened to escape.
“Shit, your ass feels good
moving on my cock like that,” Adam groaned before he lifted Tristan by his tiny
waist and swung him around so that he was straddling Adam’s lap, facing him.
“Move this ass,” Adam demanded
with sharp slap to Tristan’s ass.
Tristan’s lips parted on a moan
as he succumbed to the desire coursing through his veins. The inferno blazing
in Adam’s eyes heightened the feeling. Adam looked as if he wanted to eat
Tristan for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Yes,
please, Tristan whimpered in his mind.
Riding on a cloud of lust and forgetting
all about his audition, Tristan wrapped his arms around Adam’s neck and
swiveled his hips, his cock rubbing against Adam’s shirt. Tristan panted,
burying his face in Adam’s neck. He loved the feeling of the denim rubbing against
his ass and balls but craved skin-on-skin contact.
Tristan cried out when Adam
used one hand to grab his burgundy-colored curls and the other landed on his
ass, encouraging his movements.
“I’ve always wanted to fuck a
redhead. Are you a true redhead?” Adam asked as he glanced down at Tristan’s
clean-shaven groin.
“Fuck me like you mean it and I
may tell you,” Tristan purred
Tristan had no idea where his
bravado was coming from, but he didn’t mind it in the least if it got him what he
wanted. Adam’s lips crashed down on Tristan’s and his mind blanked. He’d never
been kissed, no devoured like this before. As if Adam couldn’t get enough of him.
“I’m going to fuck you so good
you’ll feel me for a week!”
Adam released Tristan’s lips
and laid the scrumptious man on the table. He rose from his seat, yanking off
his shirt, damp with Tristan’s pre-cum. His movements became jerky when Tristan
raised slumberous eyes to him.
“Please,” Tristan whispered,
one hand wrapped around his swollen cock.
Adam hissed, watching the
pre-cum leak liberally from the plume-colored head. Bending down, Adam swiped
his tongue over the sensitive head. Tristan cried out, hips bucking as he
grabbed fistfuls of Adam’s dark hair.
Groaning, Adam swirled his
tongue around the spongy tip, loving the sweet taste. He licked up the sides of
Tristan’s dick before slowly taking the engorged member into his mouth. Tristan
screamed, driving his cock further into Adam’s mouth.
Adam hummed and swallowed, his
fingers gently massaging Tristan’s drawn up testicles.
“Oh shit! Gonna. . .” Tristan
wailed, body trembling uncontrollably.
Adam moaned and bobbed his head
faster, hallowing his cheeks as he felt Tristan’s dick jump and expand in his
mouth. Adam ran the tip of his forefinger over the puckered pink hole beneath
him and was rewarded with warm rush of cum flooding his mouth. Adam swallowed
every drop, loving how Tristan stayed hard after that explosive climax.
Adam abruptly stood, reached in
his pocket and grabbed the packet of lube and condom he always carried with him
and shucked his jeans. Tristan lifted his legs and wrapped them around Adam’s
waist.
Adam paused and looked into
dazed blue eyes. “Baby, are you sure about this?”
Tristan reached down and
wrapped a hand around Adam’s erection, slowly stroking. “Oh yeah, I’m sure. Give
it to me.”
Adam grunted, thrusting into
the tight fist before stopping himself and gently tapping Tristan’s hand. “If
you don’t stop, I’m not going to make it inside you.”
Tristan let go and leaned back,
placing his feet on either side of him flat on the table and spreading his
thighs wide.
“Shit,” Adam grunted, staring
down at the bounty spread before him. “Thank you, baby. I’m going to make you
feel so good,” Adam whispered before leaning down for a kiss. Adam licked the
seam of Tristan’s lips, his tongue stroking inside, claiming.
Tristan whimpered, pushing his
ass onto Adam’s finger. His hole clenched greedily around the invading digit,
seeking more. Adam unserted another finger. He loved the little keening noises
Tristan uttered, urging him on.
When Tristan raked his fingers
down Adam’s chest, Adam tore his lips from Tristan’s and shuddered with
pleasure. Adam quickly grabbed the packet of lube and squirted a small amount
on the head of his dick, rubbing it in before opening the gold foil packet and
sheathing his dick.
Adam grunted and lost his
balance, falling into the chair behind him when Tristan leaned up and gently
bit his right nipple, his tongue flickering over the small hurt.
Quickly lubing up his sheathed
cock, Adam dragged Tristan onto his lap. Adam slowly pushed his cock into
Tristan’s fluttering hole until he was balls deep. “Hard and fast, babe,” Adam
said through gritted teeth.
“How I like it,” Tristan
panted, holding on to Adam’s arms as he placed his legs on Adam’s shoulders. The
position leaving him vulnerable to Adam’s whim.
“Fuck me,” Adam groaned when
his cock sank further inside.
“Do me first,” Tristan whined.
Adam chuckled, slapping Tristan’s
ass. “Brat,” he teased.
“Hmm,” Tristan moaned, throwing
his head back as he wiggled his hips.
Adam growled, spread his legs
further apart and thrust up into the tight hole clenching around his dick. Tristan
screamed, his hands gripping Adam’s arms as the man pounded into his ass. The slight
burn of Adam taking him so thoroughly heightened the pleasure washing through
his body.
“Fuck yeah, this ass was made for my dick,”
Adam groaned. His fingers clenched on Tristan’s ass, spreading the soft mounds
apart to get deeper inside.
“Give me everything!” Tristan
cried out, red curls bouncing as he threw his head back.
“Take it,” Adam panted,
slamming his swollen length into Tristan’s tight ass.
Tristan locked his legs around
Adam’s neck as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. “Not. . .gonna. . .last.”
“Play with yourself,” Adam
commanded, increasing his thrusts.
Tristan mewled, his fingers
wrapping around his cock, sticky with pre-cum and stroking.
“Come!” Adam growled.
Tristan screamed Adam’s name,
cum erupting from his cock in forceful waves. Tristan moaned as he felt Adam’s
cock jerking inside of him, grinding his hips down to heighten his pleasure.
Gently helping Tristan lower
his legs until he straddled his lap, Adam collapsed against the chair, Tristan
sprawled against him as the couple fought for breath.
When Adam could catch his
breath, he slapped Tristan’s ass. “It’s impolite to call another man’s name out
when I’m fucking you, Sasha.”
Sasha giggled and snuggled
closer. “I don’t remember you calling me Tristan when you were coming Nico.”
Nico chuckled, kissing the side
of Sasha’s head and running his fingers through damp, red curls. “This color
will wash out, right?” Nico asked, worried. He loved Sasha’s blond curls.
Sasha sat up and smiled at his
lover. “Of course. It was just something I wanted to try.”
Nico pulled Sasha’s head down
for a soft kiss before pulling back. “You’re beautiful no matter what color
your hair is.”
Sasha’s eyes watered and he
rubbed his nose against Nico’s nose. “I love you.”
“I love you too, baby.” Nico
tightened his embrace around the small man. Sasha was his world and he thanked
fate for bringing the little fireball into his life.
Sasha shifted, attempting to
stand up. “We should probable get cleaned up before we get caught.”
Nico chuckled. “Mike, a buddy I
served in the marines with owns this club. He gave us free reign of the club
until tonight.”
Sasha’s blue eyes sparkled. “Well, in that case.
. .”
Nico chuckled, laying Sasha on
the table. “Now, where were we?”
