Double Dippin' (40 page)

Craning her neck, the dancer looked back at Reed and smiled. “My name’s Unique,” she offered when she felt the swollen lump that pressed urgently against her ass. “I’m giving out specials tonight—two dances for eight dollars.”

He pressed his fingers into her shoulders, repositioning the woman so that she was sitting on top of his throbbing appendage. Her skin was damp—disgustingly clammy, but on nights like tonight when his sex drive was off the meter, a funky ass and sweaty skin would not deter him.

“How much to hit it?” he asked in a husky voice.

Unique stopped rotating her hips. She brushed copper-colored synthetic hair away from her face and looked over her shoulder at Reed. “You got a rubber?”

“Yeah, I got protection…how much?” Reed asked impatiently as he pulled her thong to the side.

“Um…fifty?”

“Fifty! Yo, that’s too steep.” He pushed her off his lap.

“Okay,” she said, hastily wiggling back into position. “Thirty dollars; but I can’t go no lower than that.”

“Twenty,” Reed insisted.

“Okay, but you gotta be quick because I’m not tryin’ to break Chuck off when his nosy ass starts flickin’ that damn flashlight over here,” she grumbled.

Reed stuck the money in her hand. Seconds later he rolled on a condom.

“Ow,” Unique complained when Reed tried to penetrate.

Reed smeared a generous amount of spit on his two middle fingers and inserted them, instantly moisturizing Unique’s dry vagina. Fuck foreplay.

An adrenaline rush caused him to groan as he was overtaken by the incredible feeling of being inside wet pussy. Desiring even deeper penetration, he tightly gripped the dancer’s flabby waist and pulled her closer.

Though Reed was hurting her, the dancer bit her bottom lip and bravely took the pain. Bouncing up and down with fake enthusiasm, she tried to hurry him along, hoping to get him off as quickly as possible.

While Unique pumped up and down in a seated position, Reed began to feel a familiar warm sensation followed by an increased heart rate. He was about to burst. Stealthily, he removed the condom. The music drowned out his savage cry.

Reed quickly stood up and zipped his pants. By the time Unique felt his hot cum running down her leg, Reed had vanished into the crowd.

Muttering curse words, such as “dirty,” “slimy,” “no-good bastard,” Unique walked gap-legged into the restroom to clean herself up.

Finally satiated, Reed hopped in his car, revved his motor, and headed for home. The hell with the club meeting, he was too weary to put on the professional mask he wore around his pompous brothers.