Friday, October 23, 2009

Chapter 18

Mon fichu dieu! Merde sainte!”

Sidney didn’t even turn around when he heard Max behind him. He knew exactly what the hirsute francophone was looking at, and, with a smile he could barely contain, he flexed his shoulder muscles to exaggerate the vivid claw marks on his back.

“Were you attacked by a puma mon ami?” Max asked breathlessly, obviously impressed as he surveyed Mya’s handiwork on Sidney’s back. A puma? Sidney thought, amused. That sounded about right. She definitely wasn’t old enough to be a cougar, and even though he didn’t know her exact age, considering she was already doing her masters, it didn’t take a very large leap of faith to assume she had a couple of years on him at least and if that made her a puma, so be it.

“That kitty doesn’t just scratch either,” Gronk pointed out, causing Sidney to wince as a wet towel came painfully in contact with his bare ass very near what was still a painful bruise that Sidney was sure would be an almost perfect impression of Mya’s upper and lower front teeth.

“Nice work,” Max added in a congratulatory fashion, patting Sidney on the shoulder before taking up his place at the next shower head, turning his face up into the hot spray. “I guess we don’t have to ask if you and the lovely Sugar Mellon have made up,” he added, causing a ripple of laughter around the room. Sidney felt his cheeks begin to burn at the thought of half the guys in the room being able to visualize his girlfriend naked right now.

Girlfriend…. Sidney grinned, jealous thoughts momentarily swept aside momentarily as he thought about her as part of his life. Girlfriend. He liked the sound of it, and he liked the idea of getting dressed and calling her, meeting her for dinner, talking to her for hours by flickering candlelight….

“Are you going to bring her to the Christmas do? Introduce her to the folks?” Cookie asked, turning off his shower and leaning, nonchalantly against the tiles, looking interested. Sidney opened his mouth to say yes, of course, because that was the first answer that came immediately to mind. Just like thinking of her as his girlfriend, it seemed right, natural. He liked being with her. Well that much was obvious, to everyone seemingly, and yet….

“I don’t know…I hadn’t really thought about it,” Sidney mumbled instead, thinking about the family event that the Pens management held every year right about this time, with the family skate at the arena, a catered dinner, Santa Claus, the whole thing. He’d always just sort of hung out with the other single guys. He’d never had anyone to bring but now….

“Probably a good plan,” Jordy snorted, toweling off his blonde hair before wrapping a towel around his mid section and reaching for another one, making Sidney flinch as he started to twirl it threateningly. “What would Nathalie say about the prince and the stripper? Hey, that sounds like a good porn movie name. Hey, did you hear that Max, Prince Sid and the Stripper,” Jordan chuckled at his own joke as he headed back towards the room.

“He has a point mon ami,” Flower agreed quietly. “Ce qui ton parents disent à ce sujet?” Sidney nodded. It was definitely a point. Not that it was strictly any of their business but…it was something they’d probably find out, or at the very least it was a subject they’d have to deal with sooner or later. Hopefully much later, he thought grimly as he shut off the shower and grabbed his own towel. Maybe by that time…no…absolutely by the time it came to telling his parents about his fledgling relationship with Mya, she would be doing something more…legit.

“She probably wouldn’t want to go anyway,” Sidney shrugged, rubbing his dark locks savagely with the towel before wrapping it around his waist.

“Who’s going where?” Max hollered from beneath the spray of his shower. “Are we going somewhere? I could eat!”

“You and your stomach,” Cookie laughed, whipping a towel in Max’s direction before walking out of the shower.

“I could eat,” Sidney thought about his grumbling stomach as he wrapped his watch back around his wrist, glancing at the time. It was only a little after eleven. Mya wouldn’t be off work until after the lunch hour she’d said. He grimaced at the thought of what she’d be doing but shook off the thought. It was definitely better not to think about it. “I’m not picking up Mya ‘til later. She’s…she’s working.”

“You know what we could do?” Max grinned in a way that made the small hairs on the back of Sidney’s neck stand up on end. Nothing good ever came from Max grinning that way. “We could go to Blush for wings, that way you’re right there. Saves gas. C’mon Creature, what do you say? Do your part for the planet?”

“Hell no, no way,” Sidney shook his head vehemently.

“What’s up mon capitain?” Tanger drawled suddenly from somewhere behind him. Sidney turned to see the long-haired defenseman watching him from beneath his overgrown bangs. “I thought you liked to share?” Sidney’s hands balled into fists and his teeth ground together as Tanger’s dark eyes gazed back at him, unblinking, a clear challenge in his sneer. Sidney badly wanted to knock that self satisfied look off of his face, but at the same time, Kris was his teammate and he had been dating Mya. So he uncurled his fists and took a deep breath before turning his back on him, literally turning the other cheek.

“Did someone say Blush?” Jordy yelled, suddenly reappearing around the corner, hopping on one leg as he got into his jeans.

“Will your baby mommy let you got out?” Max asked, sounding jazzed about the idea.

“Hey, no one is going to Blush. Blush is off limits,” Sidney called out, glaring around the room as all eyes turned to him.

“The cat’s already out of the bag on that one,” Max corrected him, draping his arm companionably around his shoulder. “We’ve already seen it. Besides, they have ten cent wings at lunch time.”

“I’ll fucking pay for lunch, anywhere you guys want to go as long as it’s not….”

“Blush it is!” Jordy yelled, a roar going up from around the room, drowning out Sidney’s loud groan of disagreement.

“Il vaut probablement mieux de ne pas le combattre,” Fleur suggested quietly, placing his hand gently on Sidney’s shoulder. “It’s probably better to be there than to imagine….”

“Yeah I get that,” Sidney snapped, hating the idea, but knowing that his soft spoken friend was probably right. Still, he felt sick to his stomach at the idea of her getting naked in front of strangers, but in front of his friends…just thinking about it made him want to punch someone in the face.

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It covers a multitude of sins, or in your case, bite marks,” Cassidy remarked, stepping back to survey her handiwork, which largely consisted of Mya, strapped and poured into a new costume, an even sexier and far naughtier cop costume that consisted mostly of skin tight black latex.

“I can’t breathe,” Mya complained, turning slowly in front of the mirror and grinning at her reflection, “but it’s worth it.”

“That’s the thing about the lunch crowd I like,” Hannah chimed in from her chair in front of the mirror where she was slathering on the make up to go with her new costume, which for the most part seemed to consist mostly of body paint, “they don’t really care that you don’t get naked. They’re more interested in the wings than us, so if you’re hung over or, in your case, covered in love bites, they don’t really notice.”

None of the dancers really liked doing the noon hour. It meant getting up in the middle of the day, which a lot of the other dancers had a problem with, and it didn’t pay nearly as well as working the evening crowd. Normally the lunch time crowd was a job for newbies, or the girls that the management deemed ‘past it’, but with Christmas fast approaching, girls were asking for time off left and right and that left the girls who needed the extra cash, which was why Mya was sucking in her stomach as she stared at herself in the mirror.

There were only a few more payments to make against her Aunt’s hospital bill, and with construction slowing down with the fast approaching Holiday Season and the inclement weather, there was no choice but to take any shift offered. Besides, now, it seemed, she had another Christmas gift to buy.

“Maybe I should get one of these outfits to take home,” she mused out loud, turning to see the way the ‘skirt’ barely covered her ass cheeks. “I can wear it for Sid for Christmas.”

“Have I told you yet today how much I hate you for that?” Cassidy groaned, narrowing her eyes at Mya as she pulled on a pair of silver short shorts, part of her alien costume, complete with a green wig and matching lipstick.

“Well don’t hate me yet,” Mya warned with a smile. “Wait until Pens management find out where I work. Then we’ll see if I actually have him or not,” Mya added with a sigh as she reached for her gun belt, complete with matching realistic looking six shooters.

“Still hate you,” Cassidy sniffed, leaning over to pull on her giant silver metallic platform boots. “Every time I watch the Pens I’m going to hate you.”

“Wow, what is with all the hatin’ goin’ on back here? There’s a love in goin’ on out there.” Marti, one of the newer girls appeared amongst them, her ice cream bucket full and her g-string still stuffed with singles and fives. Mya stared at the pretty Latina, astonished. She hadn’t worked many lunch hours, but in the few she had, she’d never made that kind of haul.

“What did you do? Blow them for fives?” Cassidy asked, grabbing the bucket and dumping it out on the make-up table.

“No I fucking did not,” Marti snarled, reaching to grab at the pile of bills, even though none of the rest of the girls were making any moves towards her earnings. “A bunch of young guys just came in and they’re having a good time is all. Shit. Get out there and shake your own ass for it,” she suggested as she stepped out of her g-string and started picking bills up off of the floor.

“Huh, well I’m next, so they’re might not be any left for you Cass, sorry,” Mya grinned, blowing kisses as she marched up the stairs to her introduction and threw open the curtain.

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Laughing, Max pushed Sidney towards the stools at the side of the catwalk part of the stage. It was bad enough being here, seeing a room full of men who were going to watch his girlfriend get naked. The last place he wanted to be was right up front where she could see how much he hated this. And he was going to hate it. There was no doubt in his mind about that. It didn’t matter to him that Max and Pascal and Flower had already seen her dance.

Well maybe it did.

“Relax mon ami,” Max hissed in his ear, pressing him forcefully down onto the stool. “Sure they’ll see her but she’ll go home with you, non?” Sidney had to accede to that point. All things being equal, Mya would certainly warm his bed and hopefully his body later, but that didn’t make him feel any easier about sharing her with all of these men.

Jordy pushed a beer in front of him and Sidney, not normally a beer drinker, chugged it down like he was taking a shot. He was going to need it and lots more besides. Dutch courage or being fall down drunk was going to be the only way he was going to get through this.

“How about a big hand to welcome to our stage, one of our crowd favourites, Sugar!”

It was only because Max stuck two fingers in his mouth and let out one of those loud, shrill blasts that Sidney even looked up to see Mya strutting down the runway to the beat of Nickelback’s S.E.X. She was coming towards them, swathed in black from head to toe. Thigh high black patent boots with impossibly high heels, fishnet stockings attached to garters that peeked out from beneath a black latex mini dress with a zipper at the front, which she’d already pulled down to reveal her ample cleavage. Elbow gloves and a straight black wig under a cop hat completed the outrageously sexy outfit.

Sidney’s mouth went dry, his heart hammered in his chest as she paced down to the end of the runway and paused in front of them, pulling a pair of realistic looking pistols from her belt, holding them high over her head while she wiggled her hips, causing the crowd to yell and whistle.

Not that he blamed them.

Fuck she looked hot, but that wasn’t the point. She was his. Hot or not, he didn’t want to share her, not with anyone.

“You are one lucky fucking bastard, you know that?” Jordy yelled in his ear over the general noise of the crowd as Mya stuck the pistols back in her belt and turned around, spreading her legs and doing one of those slow touch your toes kind of moves that made the dress both ride up and pull impossibly tight across her ass. Sidney clutched the edge of the stage. He felt like he was going to hyperventilate.

“Fuck you Gronk...go home to your wife,” he managed to croak, reaching over to grab Jordan by the collar, twisting his shirt in his fists until Jordan’s skin turned a dangerous hue of blue. The red haze had taken over, jealousy fuelling his rage. It was only the feel of cool steel under his chin that brought him back to himself. She lifted his chin with the barrel of one of her pistols and gazed into his eyes with a mischievous grin.

“Behave baby,” she whispered, pursing her lips like she might kiss him, before turning and strutting away from him, grabbing the brass pole with one hand, wrapping her leg around it and with a little hop, spinning down it, slowly, her eyes locked with his the entire time.

He let go of Jordan’s shirt. It was either that or kill him, which Mya obviously didn’t want him to do. Instead, he forced himself to sit on his hands. He wanted to stare at the floor, but kept seeing those shiny black patent boots, which led his eyes up to her fishnet wrapped thighs and every time he did that, the zipper on her dress was getting lower and that...well that was making him crazy.

His cock was throbbing in his pants, twitching, impatient to be inside of the object of his affection. This was worse than anything she’d done to him at home. H thought he’d seen her in some pretty sexy stuff but none of that lacy stuff she wore compared to this.

He felt like he was cheating and not in the way he felt about Randi when he was with Mya. He felt like he was looking at some other woman and wanting to do things to her that he’d never even contemplated before. Things that he could hardly admit he wanted to do.

Licking his lips, he watched her grind against the pole, sliding her back down it, one arm still holding the bar, the other spreading her knees, flashing a black satin g-string that barely coved the soft pink valley he craved. Sidney shut his eyes tight. He couldn’t watch any more. He had to leave or drag her off of the stage.

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“Hold him down Max,” Mya called as she dropped to her knees, unzipping the black latex dress and tossing it behind her. The crowd howled, but she didn’t care about the rest of the crowd.

Max obliged. He and Jordy stood behind Sidney, their hands on his shoulders, forcing him to stay where he was and blocking his escape. They couldn’t make him watch though, short of forcing a pair of toothpicks into his eyelids.

She could hardly believe he was here and by the look on his face, neither could Sidney. What was even stranger than him sitting there at the end of the catwalk was the way it made her feel to see him there. She’d never felt like this out on this stage. She’d never been turned on by someone watching her strip but she was now. She was getting off on the need in his eyes, the longing that was almost pain.

For his part, Sidney was looking like he wanted to be anywhere but here and part of her felt bad for him. It was clear that this was killing him, knowing all these men were staring at her, were looking at her like she was some kind of centerfold to wack off to. But part of her was enjoying making him squirm. Mya opened her mouth to call his name as she went onto all fours. She wanted him to see this, and he accommodated without her having to ask.

Crawling towards him on all fours, she let all of her desire, all of her longing for him fill her eyes.

Normally, she would think about just about anything else besides the men watching her or what they might possibly be thinking. She’d do her shopping in her head rather than look out at the horny middle aged men gnawing on their chicken wings and drinking warm beer while they fondled themselves under the table. She didn’t really care about the crowd. Sure she wanted the tips, but she didn’t need them as bad as Hannah did so she wouldn’t normally spend that much time interacting with the guys lined up around the stage.

Tonight was different though. She wanted him to see that she was good at this. She wanted him to appreciate what she could do. Most of all, tonight she wanted to dance for him and she wanted him to like it.

She watched his pink tongue sweep his full lower lip and she wanted to bite it, and she let him know it, stopping in front of him, kneeling and licking her own lips and lifting her breasts out of the cups of her bra.

The crowd howled again.

She could have cared less. It was his pupils dilating that she wanted. It was his deep breath, the sweat breaking out on his forehead that told her that she was firmly in control. She had him on a leash. He was hers’.

She rolled her nipples between her thumb and forefinger, tugging, tweaking until they were hard. It didn’t take much. She was aching for him. She knew what it looked like, the black satin gloves against her pale skin. She knew how white her skin looked under these lights, and the dark gloves made her skin look like it was glowing. She loved how hiis gaze was riveted to her tits, his jaw slack with need. She knew exactly what he was thinking and she had to bite down on her cheek to stop from moaning out loud.

Even last night there had been times, fleeting moments, when she could see that other woman, his dead girlfriend, reflected back in his eyes. He’d thought of her, even when he was inside of her and she’d said nothing, telling herself that he’d been honest about that relationship and that he was still hurting. She knew it would take time for him to leave all of that behind him.

But now, now he was only looking at her and there was no one else in his eyes.

Normally, just about at this time in her act, in the evening at least, she’d slide her hand down into her g-string and feign masturbation but that seemed like too much now, like it would be too much for him. Like it would be just cruel considering it was obvious that he was suffering already. She could see the veins standing out in his temples, the thrust of his chin, the way he was gnawing on the corner of his lip.

So instead she took one of the guns out of its’ holster and licked the cool steel barrel. Slowly, deliberately, she dragged her tongue from the stock to the tip, circling the tip slowly before sliding the barrel into her mouth. He looked like he wanted to look away, like he was wishing he could close his eyes but didn’t dare. Mya imagined she could taste the slightly salty musk of him and closed her eyes, circling her nipples with the tip of the gun.

The crowd was going insane now and bills were raining down all around her but she didn’t care. It didn’t matter to her if all of the money on the stage would pay for her rent for the month. She didn’t care if it was enough to pay off her Aunt’s medical bill.

All she cared about was the look on his face as her eyes fluttered open and their gazes locked.
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He wanted to fuck her, right now, right here in front of all of these people and he could barely make himself stay where he was. He wanted to drag her off of the stage and do unspeakable things to her. He wanted her to beg for it. He wanted her to tell him that she would never do this again.

Mostly he just wanted her to stop. This was unbearable. He could hear his teammates whistling and shouting and he hated it. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Tanger sitting off to the side, staring into his beer and wondered if he hated it too.

Even if he did, Sidney thought, he couldn’t possibly hate it as much as he did. She was gorgeous, beautiful. She didn’t need to do this. Of course she had a body that was made for sin. She looked the part but that didn’t mean she had to do this. There had to be something else, anything else that she could do apart from this. No matter how turned on he was by it, which he was a little ashamed of on top of it all.
He fucking loved her and he shouldn’t want to do the things that watching her stick the barrel of that gun down…oh god.

“Stop,” he croaked, shutting his eyes and shaking his head. He could not watch any more. He would not.

The crowd was clapping and chanting that strange name, her stripper name, Sugar, over and over and he would not open his eyes. Not even when he felt her gloved hand brushing his cheek. Not even when he heard her voice, warm like liquid honey in his ear, calling his name. He kept his eyes closed tight and shook his head. He would not look.

“Come with me,” she whispered, urging him to his feet, her hand curling around his.
“Is it over?” he hissed back, barely able to suck in enough air to make speech possible.

“That depends,” she replied, her lips brushing his cheek. “Do you want a private dance, Mr. Crosby?”

He stumbled after her, his brain racing ahead of his feet, contemplating all of the x-rated visuals his mind had already fashioned in his imagination while the other part of his brain told him to turn back, that this was a very bad idea. This was just the kind of situation that Mario, hell for that matter, the league warned players about. People always have cameras. These days, anyone with a cell phone had a camera. This was the kind of thing that went on youtube with a caption like Crosby Gets Creative with Stripper. This was all kinds of bad and yet, as soon as the door closed on the cramped private room, even knowing that didn’t stop him from pressing her up against the wall and fumbling urgently with his zipper and her g-string.

He shoved himself home with a groan, sheathing himself entirely within her. It was a relief. It was like he could finally breathe once his cock was deep inside of her.

Pressing his forehead against her shoulder, he dragged her legs up around him and felt her lock them behind his back. Inhaling the now familiar lavender scent from her neck, Sidney began the urgent thrusting that his brain demanded. The sound of their bodies meeting, of hers slamming against the wall, was like a mantra. It was like he was saying ‘mine, mine, mine’ every time their bodies met.

He barely heard her high pitched cry, scarcely took heed of her body shaking and clutching at his. The red haze didn’t care if she came or not. He only wanted to punish her and take his own pleasure. He wanted to teach her a lesson. He wanted to take back what all those men had polluted with their wolf whistles and foul mouthed comments. He was like a wolf marking its territory, an Alpha claiming his mate.

It was only when he finally spilled himself inside of her that he came back to himself, a little ashamed, a little confused but relieved as he captured her lips with his and felt her fingers digging into his hair, her tongue twining with his.

“I’m…I’m sorry,” he whispered breathlessly as he kissed his way down to her neck. “I just…I had to…after…oh Christ.”

“It’s okay,” she chuckled as he let her down, gently, to her feet. “I’m sorry I teased you but…oh fuck it. I loved making you want me Sidney. Me. Not your dead girlfriend. Me.”

“I do,” he promised, kissing her eyelids, the tip of her nose, her soft, sweet lips. “I want you. I fucking want you for myself. Always.”

6 comments:

  1. Two posts in two days? Awesome.

    This particular post? Unbelievable. I wondered if this would happen, and then what would go down. I liked this outcome very much. Too much, in fact.

    Cold shower here I come!

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  2. OMG it was hot, really HOT. This story is so different, it's nothing like what I read before. But for Sidney's sake, I hope she will quit her job. He deserves to be happy, they deserve to be happy... together.

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  3. Wow... well... I'm... whew.. that was hot! Stripping it is! haha

    Awesome chapter my dear. Brilliant.

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  4. Ok so... I kind of love Sid after this!!

    I'm SOOO happy that he didn't freak out and had the 'she's mine - I'm the one that actually gets to touch her' attitude.

    Really awesome update... wonder how poor tanger'll feel about this lol

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  5. OMG!!!!!! That was so freaking HOT!!!! Awesome update! I really did feel Sid's pain in having to watch her do that in front of everyone!

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  6. I've been reading you story for the past month.You a really good writer.

    Wow that was good! I wondered how it would play out with him & his team mates going to the club.
    Should be interesting if Mario finds out!

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