Lust (The Stripped Bare Series Book 1) (16 page)

“Now, move your hands lower down, over your stomach and down to your pussy. I want to know how wet you are.” I almost drop the phone as she lets out a small gasp.

“Hmm, I’m so wet for you. I need you to lick it all up for me.” Oh God, this woman is going to kill me.

“Push your fingers inside and imagine it’s my fingers fucking you. I want you to fuck yourself like I would.”

“Oh, shit, Max. I’m so wet. It feels so good.” I’m gonna come soon but I need to hear her come for me first.

“Fuck yourself, Jasmine. Push those fingers inside harder and faster. Make yourself come for me, Jasmine.” She doesn’t reply but I can hear her heavy breathing and then she lets out a strangled gasp and I know she’s on the brink. Pounding my cock harder, I can feel it thickening in my hands. “I’m gonna come, Jasmine. Come for me, baby.” I know the moment she comes because a tiny squeal escapes from her lips. Jizz shoots out all over my stomach and balls as soon as I hear that sound. I reach over and grab the box of tissues, cleaning myself up as listen to her making tiny noises over the phone.

“Wow,” she finally pants. I smile, knowing I’ve had that effect on her. I may not be able to make her come in person, but that won’t ever stop me.

“Are you okay?” I ask when she doesn’t reply for a while.

“Yeah, I’m just trying to gather myself. That was…Wow.” I can hear the smile in her voice.

“Next time I get you alone I’m going to take my time with you. I’m going to explore every single inch of your body.” She lets out a hmm noise. I know she’s exhausted. “You’re tired. I’ll let you sleep.”

“I’m shattered. Goodnight, Max. Thank you.”

“Goodnight, Jasmine.” I hang up the phone and turn over, drifting off into a peaceful, deep sleep.

“I’ve got a girl starting on Thursday night. She’s a qualified dancer. I know Jasmine’s been taking over from Vicki but, if I’m honest, she isn’t good enough yet. I need someone who can perform for more than a few minutes.” I sit there straight faced as he tells me, but my insides are quietly dancing for joy at the thought of Jasmine not dancing. “I want her to continue her training with Scotty, but only once a week now. I can’t afford to keep paying him if we’re not using her.” I nod my head like a good little employee. I can’t wait to get out of there and tell her that she doesn’t have to dance anymore.

“Is that all, boss? Do you want me to let her know or are you going to do it?”

“You can tell her. Anyway, I need you to come in on Thursday afternoon to show her around and get her ready for her first performance.”

“But, Jake, it’s my day off. I’ve made plans.”

“Well, fucking change them. You knew the deal when you took this job. If I need you, you’re here.” Nodding my head, I stand to leave. I can’t believe he has fucked up my plans. My day has gone from amazing to shit in the space of three minutes.

Jasmine

“Mum. Mum, guess what?” My chunky monkey comes running out of the school gates, he looks so vibrant and I’m so pleased that he’s enjoying his new school.

“What, mate?”

“I asked Sally to go to the school disco with me and she said yes.” He has the biggest smile on his face. A lot of mothers would be horrified at their son having a girlfriend at that age, but I think it’s cute and I know that it’s harmless.

“That’s brilliant. We’ll have to take you shopping for a new outfit to impress her.” I wink at him and my heart melts when his face lights up.

“Really, Mum? That’s so cool. Can I choose?”

“Of course you can. Come on let’s get home. We have packing to do.” We’re moving into the new flat next week and I couldn’t be happier. I love my parents but I really need the space, especially now that Dex is home. Max and I could do with somewhere to go. It’s going to be difficult with Austen, but when he’s sleeping at my parents
’
house it’ll be easier to sneak Max in. Yes, I have it all planned out. Last nights phone sex was phenomenal. I can’t believe how easy it was to talk to him. I feel so confident and sexy lately. I’m excited to see where he takes me on Thursday. He’s keeping tight lipped about it, he hasn’t even hinted about it. I’m sure wherever it is; it’ll be a great day.

Throwing my bag into my locker, I make my way out to the bar. I’m really excited to be back behind it if I’m honest. I love the dancing but I’m not so sure that it is something I want to do full time, even if the tips are staggering. I have enough to pay the deposit on the flat and the first month’s rent, just from the dancing alone.

“Hey, Liz. How’re you?”

“Hey, Jazz, it’s great to have you back. I missed you behind here. I’m good, ta.” She lifts the glasses from the dishwasher and starts to stack them. “It should be busy tonight, we have a stag party coming in.” Great, I could do with the distraction. Just as she’s finished talking a group of around twenty lads enter club, laughing and jeering. They make their way over to a section that’s been cordoned off for them and I grab my notepad to take their order. This should be fun, trying to get twenty fella’s drink orders.

“Good evening, gentlemen. Welcome to Lust. I’m Jazz, I’ll be here all night to serve your drinks. Just shout me if you need anything.” I smile politely at them. Most of them take no notice. One of them, a tall, straggly bloke with shabby brown hair, locks eyes with me. I take an instant dislike to him. “Can I get you boys anything now?” I ask, cautiously. None of the security men are around; I haven’t even seen Max yet.

“Tell us what ya offering,” The scruffy fella drools in a cockney accent, making me flinch. I’d lived the last nine years in London, so hearing that accent has become the norm for me. I was teased a lot about my broad Cheshire accent when I first arrived in London. The city is multi-cultural so there are a lot of different people there. Here, in Cheshire, it’s usually just northerners so when I hear a southern accent my heart beats a little bit faster. It’s been over a month now since I witnessed the murder but I still can’t relax around that accent. It makes me automatically think that someone is here for me. I still have nightmares, and I still have to look over my shoulder when I’m alone. I wonder if that will ever change?

“I can get you a bottle of champagne or a couple of jugs of lager?” I try to remain calm and smile politely at them.

“I was thinking something along the lines of a lap dance.” He reaches out to touch me and I move back, glancing over at the bar to see if Liz is around. She’s busy and not paying any attention.

“Sorry, lads. Some of the girls will be out shortly to attend to your needs. I’ll be over at the bar when you decide what you want to drink.” Moving away quickly, I dart back behind the bar. I take a deep breath in and out. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’ve dealt with plenty of rowdy men in the past, it’s part of the job. I don’t think I’ll ever feel safe, except for when I’m in Max’s arms. He makes me feel safe, always. I bend down behind the bar to put the glasses away; as I stand back up I’m greeted by Dexter’s smiling face.

“Dex… Hi ...um… Did you have a nice break?” It feels awkward talking to him, knowing that I’m keeping something from him.

“Yeah, it was great to get away but I missed you.” I think my face turns a lovely shade of beetroot at his admission.

“I’m sure you didn’t. I bet there was a ton of girls flocking round you. All those Yorkshire lasses. I’ve been to York city centre on a night out, they’re a rowdy bunch.” I wink at him and I notice that he cringes slightly.

“Nah, I’ve only got eyes for you, Jazz.” Will this man ever stop?  How many ways do I need to tell him that I’m not interested? One of the men from the stag party staggers up to the bar, saving me from Dexter. I breathe a sigh of relief.

“Can we have five jugs please, a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket and 20 pint glasses and 20 champagne glasses?
”
Jeez, they don’t want much, do they?

“Yeah, sure. I’ll bring them over.”

“I’ll have your phone number, too, if you’re offering.” He winks at me. Dexter looks at the man like he’s about to commit murder. I tap him on the shoulder and give him a small smile to calm him down.

“Sorry, dude,” he says in a sarcastic tone. “But she isn’t available.” Turning around, I go and get the drinks, ignoring the cock-measuring contest behind me. I can hear them talking about me, but I don’t want to hear it. By the time I’ve finished they’ve both moved on to better things. I deliver the drinks to the table and shout to Liz that I’m nipping to the bathroom. As I walk through the corridor, Max appears from out of Jake’s office.

“Hey, I was just coming to find…”

Holding up my finger up to him I halt his sentence. “Give me two minutes, I really need to pee.” He rolls his eyes, laughing as I turn the corner and head into the bathroom.

I finish peeing and head back out into the corridor. I can’t find Max anywhere. I stick my head in the changing room and in the staffroom but he isn’t in either. I’m just about to head back out into the bar when a hand grabs me from behind. I go to scream but another hand captures my mouth, cutting off the air. Panic washes over me as I’m dragged backwards into a cupboard. I can feel my heart rate accelerating. This is how I’m going to die, killed in a store cupboard. I try to scream again but my air is totally cut off. The door shuts and it’s dark, there’s only a small light through the crack. I feel his breath on the back of my neck and instantly relax. Letting go of me, I turn around quickly, slapping him across the face with as much force as I can muster in this enclosed space.

“Ouch, what the fuck was that for?” I can’t see his face properly in the dim lighting but he sounds wounded.

“You scared the crap outta me.” My heart is racing faster than a horse on national day.

“I’m sorry. Why are you so jumpy? Do many men drag you into closets?” he laughs.

“Ha, ha, you’re not funny. You could have given me a heart attack.” I lower my voice so that no one can hear us. He pushes me up against the door and I can feel his erection against my stomach.

“I have some good news,” he says seductively.

“Oh, yeah?” His mouth is close enough to kiss me but he doesn’t quite touch my lips.

“Yeah.”

“Tell me then,” I breathe. My heart is now racing for an entirely different reason.

“Jake has found a new dancer, she starts on Thursday. Which means, you don’t have to dance anymore and I can keep you all to myself.” I’m both thrilled and saddened by this news. I now feel like maybe I wasn’t good enough.

“Oh, how come he found someone else?” He pauses for a few seconds, his breathing ragged.

“He just wants you to carry on having lessons and practice more, that’s all. But it also means ya don’t have to strip. I don’t think I can handle anyone else looking at my possessions.” One of his hands moves round towards my arse, cupping it, and the other moves upwards towards my breasts. He runs the tips of his fingers along my nipples and they instantly harden through my shirt at his touch. I let out a small gasp as his mouth moves to that sweet spot just below my ear as he sucks and nibbles gently.

“I can’t wait to get you on your own. I need to bury myself deep inside you.” His hand moves away from my nipple and slowly he works his way down towards my hot, wet pussy. He moves my knickers to the side and swipes his finger through my folds. “You’re always so wet for me. Do you want me to fuck you, Jasmine?”

“Yes,” I murmur, gasping as he thrusts his finger inside me. He works me fast and hard and just as I’m about to release, he removes his finger, leaving me panting for more.

“What the hell, Max?” I’m so pissed off right now. He’s left me hanging. I need to release.

“You’ll come when I tell you to come. Instead, I want you to go back out to the bar and think about me. All. Night. Long. Think about my rock hard dick waiting to enter your throbbing, wet pussy. Then when you finish your shift, I want you to come find me and
beg
for me to finish you off.” He puts my knickers back straight and then licks his fingers, letting each one pop as he drags them out of his mouth. I can’t believe he’s just done this to me. I’m majorly pissed off. He straightens my clothes and opens the door slightly, sticking his head out to check that no one is around. Then he pushes me gently out of the door, closing it behind me. I think I’m in shock as I walk back out towards the bar.

“Are you okay, Jazz? You look flustered,” Liz asks as I step back around the bar.

“Um, yeah. I think so. Jake’s hired a new dancer to replace me. I’m not sure if I’m delighted or not.”

“That’s a shame, but hey, at least ya get to hang out with me now. I think the rowdy gang are in need of more drinks.” She motions with her head towards the table of men. Jo is just about to start her set, I watch as Max walks out to stand next to the stage, he glances my way, smirks, and then looks towards the group of men. I could kill him right now. One of the men is stood on the table shaking his arse, while the others laugh at him. I shake my head, grab my notepad, and head over to them.

The rest of the night drags like a bitch. I need it to end quickly so that I can have my release. Piper is currently on stage doing her thing so the stags are happily perving over her tits. All I can think about is Max’s fingers inside me. He was right; it has made me think about him all night. Damn him!

“You look flushed.” I turn around to see Dex watching me.

“It’s hot in here,” I reply, trying to brush him off.

“Do you want to grab a drink when you’re finished?” He looks down as he asks and his cheeks dimples. I feel kinda bad for letting him down all the time. If it weren’t for Max I probably would have given him a shot. He’s a lovely lad with a great heart.

“I’m sorry, Dex. I need to get home. I have a busy week getting ready to move into my new flat, so I need the sleep.” I almost add that ‘maybe some other time’ onto the end but stop myself just in time. I don’t want to encourage him.

“Oh, where are you moving to?” Shit! Do I tell him and risk him turning up at the flat?

“It’s just down the road from my parents’. Not too far away and great for Austen to get to school.”

“Who’s Austen?” I realise I’ve never mentioned Austen before.

“He’s my son. He’s eight.” I move away to clear some of the glasses from the bar. When I turn back around he’s smiling at me, it’s kinda creepy.

“I didn’t know you had a son. I love kids.” Damn, I thought maybe it would scare him off. A lot of men, when I’ve told them about Austen, have run a mile in the other direction. Except for Max, he seems to have taken it in his stride. He can’t wait to meet him, he even mentioned taking him to a football game.

“He’s my number one priority. He’s my world. I have to make sure he’s safe and settled before anything else. I’m sorry.”

“I understand. But, if you change your mind about that drink, just give us a shout.” He gives me a wink and turns and leaves. I breathe a sigh of relief. Maybe, just maybe, that will get him off my back now.

The stag group leave, with a bit of help from Dexter and Harry, leaving me and Liz to clear the bar and fill the dishwasher. Heading towards the changing room, I realise I’ve not arranged to meet Max. I don’t know if Jake is still here so I daren’t go into his office.