So, thought Grit. We’ve both been thinking about the same thing. Nothing wrong with that.

  Grit’s sense of duty, the fact that he knew there were a hundred different things at the moment that all begged for his attention, pulled at him. But seeing Honey standing in front of him, her body looking absolutely killer, he didn’t care about anything else.

  “Just get comfortable,” she said. “This one’s on the house.”

  Honey began moving her body to the rhythm of the music, moving closer and closer to Grit by the second. Once she closed the distance, she turned, placed her ass right on Grit’s lap, and began rubbing back and forth. Grit’s cock went stone-solid right away, the feeling of her body pressed against his driving him wild. Honey moved her ass up a bit, letting the thin fabric of the robe move up, giving Grit a peek at her full, round ass. Grit could barely contain himself as she rubbed up against him; he felt as though he was losing control by the second.

  Then, Honey stepped back, flashed Grit another sly smile, and slowly undid the sash of the robe. With a slow, fluid motion, she pulled the robe back over her shoulders and let it drop to her feet. Grit took in a slow draw of breath as he looked at her naked body. Her breasts were heavy, yet pert, her stomach was toned and smooth, and her pussy looked good enough to eat.

  But she seemed to have a little more teasing in mind.

  Continuing to move to the music, she straddled Grit, letting her breasts hang right in his face. Grit couldn’t help himself—he reached up, taking one of her breasts into his hands and bringing her pink nipple into his mouth. But before he could give it too much attention, Honey gave his hand a gentle slap.

  “Now, now,” she said. “You know the strip club rules: I can touch you, but you can’t touch me.”

  Grit smirked.

  “Fine,” he said. “I’ll be a good customer.”

  Honey flashed Grit another sexy little grin and went back to her dancing.

  Grit’s eyes devoured every bit of Honey’s flawless body, and though he was fine playing by the rules for now, he knew that he only had so much restraint. A girl like Honey moving her body like that in front of him; it was almost too much to bear.

  But just when the tension began to build to a boiling point, Honey decided to take things to the next level. Standing in front of Grit, she placed her hands on his solid, thick chest and slowly moved her body down until she was on her knees in front of him. Her hands followed, moving down his chest until they came to a rest on the outline of his cock through his jeans.

  “Hmm,” Honey said. “Someone’s eager.”

  “Girl, you have no idea,” said Grit, running his hands through her hair.

  “Ah-ah,” said Honey. “Remember the rules.”

  “Such a stickler,” said Grit.

  “What can I say?” said Honey. “I’m a real professional.”

  Honey moved her hands over Grit’s crotch, dragging her fingertips over the outline of his prick. Just when Grit thought he wasn’t going to be able to take any more teasing, Honey went to work. With deft movements, she undid his belt, followed by his zipper, then she finally reached into his boxer briefs and withdrew his fully-hard cock.

  “Damn,” she said, holding his prick in her hands and admiring the size and thickness. “Not sure I’m gonna be able to handle all this.”

  “Didn’t you just say you’re a professional?” said Grit, eager to see his cock enveloped in her gorgeous little mouth.

  “I did, didn’t I,” said Honey. “I’ll just have to give it my best shot.”

  Honey started by stroking his prick slowly, moving her hands sensually up and down the length. Grit grunted as she stroked him, the waves of pleasure shooting up his body already. She handled his cock with expert skill, rubbing him just under the head with one hand as she jerked him with the other. Finally, after flashing another devilish little glance in his direction, Honey opened her mouth and began licking his head, moving her tongue along his head where she’d just been teasing him. Then, after a little more of that, she opened her jaw wide and took his head into her mouth.

  The warm, wet feeling of his cock in Honey’s mouth was beyond compared. And as she held him in her mouth she kept at it with her tongue, licking him as she formed a tight seal with her lips. Next, slowly, she moved her lips down his length, taking inch after inch of his thick member into her mouth. Grit watched her eagerly, wondering if she was going to be able to fit the whole thing.

  “Good fuckin’ girl,” he said once her mouth reached the base of his prick.

  Honey said nothing, instead making a sensual “mmm” noise, the vibrations running up the length of Grit’s prick. Once she’d reached the bottom, she moved her mouth back up towards his head, letting her jaw rest for a moment, her first pass complete. Then, she picked up the pace, bobbing up and down Grit’s cock, the wet sounds of her lips and tongue at work blending with the music on the radio. Grit was just about at his breaking point. The pleasure was so intense that he felt at any moment he might explode in her mouth, shooting his hot load right down her throat.

  But he had other things in mind for Honey.

  Grit was just about done with the “no touching” rule. His cock fully down Honey’s throat, Grit slipped his hands under her arms and raised her to her feet.

  “No touching,” she said, her mouth still sensual and crafty.

  “Fuck the rules,” said Grit.

  Before Honey had a chance to respond, Grit shot up to his feet, grabbed Honey by the hips, and spun her around. Wrapping one arm around Honey’s waist and pushing her with the other, Grit moved Honey towards the bed, shoving her onto it so that her perfect, heart-shaped ass stuck right into the air. Grit knew that he was losing control by the second. Some beast deep within him was taking over, and all he could think about was the wet pussy right in front of him. He couldn’t ever remember feeling this taken over by a woman before; at that moment he didn’t want anything else but her.

  “You gonna fuck me now?” asked Honey, turning her head around and looking into Grit’s eyes.

  Grit decided that the time for talking was long over. Bringing his hand up into the air, he brought it down hard on her round ass, the sharp crack of his hand on the ripe flesh ringing through the room. Honey let out a little squeal that was at one surprised, pained, and pleasured. Grit watched as she shoved her ass into his crotch, begging without speaking. He could tell clear as day that she wanted it just as badly as he did. And he was more than willing to give it to her.

  Taking his cock by the base, he placed the head right at the opening of her sex, savoring the feeling of her wet pussy. Once he decided that he could no longer take the tension, Grit placed his free hand on her shoulder held Honey in place and shoved his cock deeply and fully into her.

  A long moan sounded from Honey, a pleasured cry that ran through her body. The arch in her back flattened, and she let her face drop into the bed sheets.

  “Goddamn, you’re so fucking tight,” said Grit, composing himself as not to cum right away.

  “Oh, you fill me up so good,” said Honey. “You feel perfect.”

  Grit clamped his hands down hard on Honey’s hips as he began bucking into her. His pace was steady and relentless. Looking down, he watched the flesh of Honey’s ass shake with each impact of his hips, and took sweet pleasure in the sight of his cock entering her over and over again. Honey was tight all over, from her body to her pussy, and Grit knew from that first minute of fucking that he just might get addicted to this girl.

  Honey squirmed and moaned as Grit drove into her over and over. Reaching up, Grit took a handful of Honey’s hair, wrapped it around his hand, and gave it a firm yank. Another girlish squeal shot out of Honey’s mouth, and Grit couldn’t help but grin at her enjoyment of the little bit of pain that he chose to mix with the pleasure.

  After fucking her from behind for a time, Grit grabbed Honey by the hips and flipped her over. Once turned around, Honey wrapped her legs around Grit and pulled him close. Remaining standing in front of the bed, Honey spread out before him, Grit entered her once again. By now she was wet beyond compare, and her eager pussy accommodated his cock with ease. He pounded her relentlessly, watching her heaving breasts shake with each penetration. Honey’s face was contorted into a grimace of pure pleasure, and Grit could tell that she was on the verge.

  “You gonna come for me, baby?” asked Honey.

  “Fuck, yeah,” said Grit, his voice an animal’s snarl. “But you’re gonna come first.”

  “Oh, God,” she said as he drove into her over and over. “I’m so close, I’m gonna—”

  A look that was something like surprise crossed Honey’s face. Then, her body was wracked with a seizure of pleasure. She moaned and screamed as she came, reaching up and grabbing hard onto Grit’s arms to hold herself steady. Watching Honey cum was about the sexiest goddamn thing that Grit had ever seen, and he knew right then and there that he wasn’t going to be able to hold it in any longer. With a grunt, he came, unloading himself deep into Honey. He held her hips hard as he exploded in her, the ecstasy shooting out from his crotch and into the rest of his body. He’d never cum quite that hard before.

  His pace slowed, and soon came to a stop. Once they’d both finished, Grit pulled his cock out of Honey and fell onto the bed at her side.

  Then, he pulled Honey close, their sweat-slick bodies both warm and cool at the same time.

  I might’ve just done a really bad thing, thought Grit, holding Honey close and staring into her grass-green eyes. But damn did it feel good.

  But as they lay together, Grit couldn’t help but wonder if he’d made this whole situation more complicated. He’d lost control and stomped over the barrier between the two of them. There was no going back.

  Grit knew he’d possibly just opened himself up to a world of trouble.

  One way to find out, he thought, his eyes drifting to the glow of the evening city outside of the window.

  Chapter Seven

  Honey

  “There’s that look again.”

  Honey couldn’t help but smile. Turning away from the vanity backstage at Fantasies, she spotted Bethany standing over at her mirror, a sly look on her face.

  “You’re really bad at keeping things close to the chest, lady,” said Bethany.

  “What?” asked Honey. “It’s nothing. He’s no one.”

  “That’s what I’m talking about,” said Bethany. “All it took was a little poke and I found out that it’s not only a he, but that it’s definitely not ‘no one’.”

  “I mean … I don’t know,” said Honey, not even sure where to begin.

  “Well, at least tell me if you two’ve fucked or not,” said Bethany.

  “Bethany!” exclaimed Honey.

  “You know, for a stripper, you’re pretty coy about all this stuff,” Bethany said. “Talk to any of these little tarts—”

  She gestured to the rest of the girls getting ready in the back.

  “—they’ll be more than happy to tell you about whatever sugar daddy’s balls they’re draining at the moment.”

  “You’ve got a real way with words, you know?” said Honey. “Really classy.”

  “Hey,” said Bethany with a grin, “never said I was classy.”

  It’d been days since Honey and Grit had their little tryst, and Honey just couldn’t get him out of her head. It seemed like any moment her mind drifted off it was filled with images from the other night. She pictured Grit’s cock up close and personal before she wrapped her lips around it, she pictured his strong, large hands gripped onto the soft curves of her hips, and she pictured the way Grit’s face had tightened into a grimace of pleasure as he came inside of her. Even now she was getting a little wet at the thought of it.

  “At least tell me how big his dick is,” said Bethany.

  “It’s, um, really big.”

  Bethany held up two hands about five inches apart.

  “Oh, really?” she asked. “Okay, I’m gonna move my hands back, and you tell me to stop when I’m in there. Ready?’

  She slowly moved her hands further apart. But she still wasn’t close.

  “Seriously?” asked Bethany.

  “A little more,” said Honey.

  Bethany shook her head in disbelief as she continued to move her hands apart.

  “Stop,” said Honey. “That’s about it.”

  Bethany looked down at her hands, her eyes wide as she saw the size.

  “How the hell …”

  Keeping her hands the distance apart, she squatted a bit and held them near her crotch, as if trying to figure out if she could accommodate a cock that big.

  “Good lord,” said Bethany. “How does a tiny little thing like you manage to handle something like that?”

  “Um, well,” said Honey, looking away. “I guess when you’re turned on enough, anything’s possible.”

  “Where there’s a gorgeous cock, there’s a way,” said Bethany.

  “So,” said Bethany. “You guys meeting up again tonight?”

  “Maybe,” said Honey. “Just waiting to see if he texts me. I haven’t seen him since the first night we … you know.”

  Bethany held up her palms.

  “I get it.”

  However, as Bethany held her hands up, the light caught her skin in such a way that Honey was able to see the insides of her arms. She noticed something and craned her head for a better look. Bethany saw it and turned her body quickly to hide her arms.

  “Whoa,” said Honey. “What the hell’s going on there?”

  “What’re you talking about?”

  “Your arms,” said Honey, dashing over to Bethany. “They’ve got … lemme see …”

  She grabbed Bethany’s wrists and flipped over her arms so that she could see the undersides of her upper arms. Sure enough, fresh red track marks from recent drug use covered the skin like rust-colored tree branches.

  “Bethany!” exclaimed Honey, dropping her friend’s wrists and stepping back in shock.

  Her cry attracted the attention of the girls around them, who’d stopped what they were doing to see what the fuss was all about.

  “Nothing to see here,” said Bethany. “Showtime’s in five—get back to it, girls!”

  The girls did just that. Once their attention was off of the two of them, Honey lowered her voice and spoke to her friend in a hushed, concerned tone.

  “You’re using again,” said Honey. “What the hell’s going on with you?”

  “Listen, miss,” said Bethany her tone defensive. “I’m the fuckin’ mom around here, so keep that shit to yourself. You don’t need to pry into what I do after work. Besides, it was just one time.”

  “But you’ve been clean for so long,” said Honey. “And you’ve been around the block enough to know that ‘just one time’ turns into two times, then three times, then before you know it you’re a junkie again.”

  “I’m not a fuckin’ junkie,” said Bethany. “I just slipped up, is all.”

  “But why?” asked Honey. “You’re doing so well. I mean, you’re, like, this close to having enough cash to get the hell out of this place for good. And you want to risk all that just to get high?”

  “I know, I know,” said Bethany. “It’s fucking stupid. I’m fucking stupid. It’s just that, um, well, Charlie offered me some; said it was some primo shit that a girl like me could appreciate.”

  Honey was dumbfounded by that. Why would Charlie, knowing what he knew about Bethany, get her hooked on the shit again? He’d always done his best to look out for the girls, and now he was getting them doped up? Nothing about it made sense to Honey.

  “What the fuck is Charlie doing giving you that shit? And where the hell did he get it from?”

  “I don’t know,” said Bethany. “But he was right—the shit was killer.”

  “Just …” started Honey, choosing her words carefully. “I know you’re your own woman, but be careful. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”

  “You’re not gonna lose me,” said Bethany, waving her hand dismissively. “Come on—it’s gonna take more than a little backslide into the junk to get you rid of me.”

  “Can you … at least not do it again? Please.”

  Bethany looked away, thinking about it.

  “Okay, I won’t,” she said. “Just one stupid slip-up. Next time Charlie offers me that shit, I’ll tell him where to stick it.”

  “Thanks, B,” said Honey.

  But before either of them could say another word, Honey’s phone buzzed in her purse. Her heart skipped a beat at the idea of it being Grit.