Strip for Me (3 page)

But Amelia knew everyone could be weakened by something that would bring them to their knees. That’s what she wanted. She needed Hamish Clark in so much pain he couldn’t bear it. That’s how he’d left her after Meg died.

Amelia’s eyes followed the woman as she left the club. Maybe the woman would be it. She couldn’t recall him ever fucking one of the staff before. “I believe I’ll watch that one.”

****

Rett wobbled out of the room. Her head was spinning. “I can’t believe I just did that.” I had sex with a stranger. I liked it, and I want to do more of the same. I must be losing my mind. But, even as she thought about it, Rett knew she was very conscious about the sudden decision she had just made. She loved sex. Rett made no apologies for that. Stripping? She was no actress. Those ladies worked hard to turn a crowd on. But the idea of fulfilling a customer’s sexual fetish was something else. She would be in control. And, as Hamish said, she was far from home and no one knew her, so she could indulge and be naughty.

As Rett headed out of the club, the interior registered with her.

It hadn’t before due to money worries. The room she walked through was dimly lit. She assumed it was to hide patrons who indulged in their particular needs without drawing obvious attention to who they were. Small candles flickered on the tables illuminating only enough for the occupier to see his drink. There was a secretive glow to the strip club that made it feel forbidden and sexy. And the strippers? Amazing. Their bodies were lithe and sensuous and made Rett feel like an elephant. Only one thing stood out as odd to her. The guitar player. She stopped and listened to the sweet, soulful tune of longing the brown-haired man played on his acoustic guitar. He didn’t fit the atmosphere, yet without him the place would have been lacking.

“Hey, sweetness, wait up.” Hamish moved swiftly toward her.

Rett’s heart flip-flopped. Lordy, he’s gorgeous. “Um, I—”

What do I say to a man I barely know yet I sucked his cock?

“You’re embarrassed. That’s cute. I want to help you.”

“Give me the money.” It wouldn’t be as much fun as the alternative on offer. But I would be one less step back from Hell.

“No. You need to do this, Rett. You can find yourself here.”

Hamish’s hand touched her arm.

It was non-sexual yet she shivered. “I know where I am. I’m stranded in a town I’ve never heard of and in a strip club that has a troubadour and naked dancing girls.”

Hamish smiled. “I meant in the new age, hippy existential kind of way.”

She cocked her head sideways and surveyed him. “How much does the hippy thing pay?”

“My help is always free. As for money? Sex sells.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“Come on. Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy what we just did.”

There was a soft look in Hamish’s eyes that made Rett swallow hard.

“I did and it freaked me out. I don’t do stuff like that normally.” Technically, she did but generally it was after an acquaintance of at least a couple of days.

“But you liked it?”

“Yes.” There was no way she could lie to those puppy dog eyes. The smile he bestowed on her made her grin. Some men were infectious like that. She wanted to please them.

“Good, me too. I’m happy to pay you for some services.”

Of course. This was business. “I’m not a hooker. What I did with you was —”

“Different and because you wanted to? I know that.”

“How?” Was it the business he was in? He could tell the working girls from the amateurs?

“Hookers don’t enjoy sex, and you enjoyed being with me.

There’s nothing wrong, in my eyes, with a beautiful woman enjoying sex.”

She blushed. Great. I sucked and fucked a man with barely any hesitation, yet now my face goes red. “So what are you offering?”

“A sexual journey. Call it an odyssey, if you will. I have clients with certain needs that you could fulfill, and I’ll pay you to not only go home but in style, and you’ll have money left over.”

Rett could hear her sister’s voice. “You’re so impulsive, always rushing in and doing things without thinking. Do you want to be considered a slut?” “Who are these clients?” Shut up, Sally.

“Business men who have been carefully screened. They have certain fetishes we try and fulfill,” Hamish explained.

“What sort?”

“You’ll be safe, I promise. I believe you’ll enjoy it and, in a couple of days, you’ll have enough money to go home.”

* * * *

“There are cameras in all the rooms,” Hamish explained as he led Rett into the room she would be in.

“Right.” She looked around. The room was empty but for a king-size bed covered with a black velvet bedspread. They had worked out how much she would be paid. It would be an excellent start. It would give her money to pay for the below average accommodation at the trailer park and give her money to get home.

“We watch for reasons of safety.” He picked up her hand, entwining her fingers with his. “You’ll be fine, sweetness.”

“I’ll be naked with a stranger.” The realization finally sunk it.

That she had only just met Hamish didn’t count. He didn’t seem like a stranger to Rett.

“I’ll watch out for you,” Hamish promised. “Besides, you’re not exactly naked.”

Rett laughed. “You call black stripper heels and bright pink fishnet stockings clothes?”

“They look good on you.” His free hand strayed down to her butterfly tattoo, running over the flesh in a light, teasing way.

She shivered. “So this guy—”

“He has simple tastes.” Hamish walked over to the bed and picked up a strip of black satin.

“A blindfold?” A stranger was going to take her and she wouldn’t be able to see? Kinky.

“Yes. He likes to play with women, but they’re never to know who he is or what he’s about to do.”

“Is he like the police chief, a clergyman, or a local politician?”

Rett suspected only they would hide their identity.

“One of those. Still keen to play and get paid? He will have a condom.”

Good. “Yes.” Rett had no other option when it came to fast money to go home. Besides, she was going to look at it as a sexual odyssey as Hamish suggested. A sudden spike of fear ran through her body as she thought of all the reasons this was wrong. “ Hamish—”

Rett grabbed his arm before he tied on the blindfold.

His eyes were soft on hers. “I’ll look after you.”

She blew out a deep breath. “Okay.” Rett knew she was being silly, but this was something new and foreign to her. Being a plaything was not something she had done before. It scared her. It excited her.

Hamish tied the blindfold on and Rett’s world went dark. She reached out for him. He took her hand and guided her to the bed.

“You look beautiful.”

“Do I?”

“Yes and you can, at any time, call out for me.”

That was good to know. “I’ll be fine.” Rett heard his feet on the bare, polished, wooden floorboards as Hamish walked away from her. She was naked and alone.

“Oh, I can just hear Sally’s words now,” Rett muttered to herself.

She heard the sound of a door opening and closing. Footsteps moved toward her. “Um, hello?” What did someone say to the unknown man who was going to play with her body?

“Shush now, darlin’.” A hand landed on her shoulder, pushing her back on the bed.”

“Who are you?” Rett knew it was a dumb question, but she had to ask anyway.

“Just someone who wants to play with your lovely body. Now spread your legs for me. I wanna’ see your pretty cunt.”

As much as it was not a good girl thing to do, being blindfolded and under the control of another was exciting. Rett spread her legs. As soon as she did, she heard the whirl of what sounded like an old-fashioned camera. “Um—”

“It’s all right,” the man said. “These are just for me and no one can see your face so do what you like, darlin’.”

That made Rett hot all over. She could do what she wanted and only an unknown man and Hamish would see. The thought of the latter and her hand went down to her clit and rubbed.

“Oh yeah.” The man groaned and more clicking ensued.

It was weird to think some unknown man was getting off on this, but Rett decided to ramp up the place and let him have his money’s worth. She stuck two fingers insider her. Rett smiled as he groaned. Men. They were so predictable. She pushed her fingers in and out. The camera stopped clicking.

“Stop. I have something much better.”

“What?” Rett stilled her fingers.

“A friend of mine,” the man said.

Two men? Rett had never tried that. And when something large and hard and plastic was thrust into her hand, she realized there would be no ménage. “Ah, a plastic man.” She ran her fingers over it.

The dildo was larger than the one she had at home and it had a clit tickler attached. “Do you want me to shove this inside my cunt?” Rett knew the answer, but she asked anyway, her voice was low and husky and designed to tease. She switched the buttons on and off on the dildo. It purred and whirled ready for action.

“Yes.” The man voice was hoarse with need.

“Why?” Rett knew.

“Because I want to see you come.”

“So you can take naughty pictures?” Rett had to admit to herself that this was kind of fun playing the role of slut plaything.

“Yes.”

“You’re a bad boy.”

He laughed. “Shove it in, darlin’.”

Rett flicked on the switch, ramped it up to a pace she liked, and slid it inside her vagina. The girth was wider than she was used to but the throbbing pace eased it inside. When the tickler ht her clit, Rett sighed. She could hear the frantic clicking of the camera. She wondered why such an old-fashioned method when there were more instantaneous ways to record images. Rett asked him as she continued to play.

“My wife likes to scrapbook my adventures.”

Her hand stilled in shock. “You’re kidding me?” His wife? He showed her these photos?

“She enjoys it.”

To each their own. Rett squirmed on the black velvet. The tickler was reverberating on her clit at a pace guaranteed to make her come. She pushed the dildo in and out faster. It wasn’t as good as real dick but it was close. “Oh boy.” Rett writhed as she felt the start of an orgasm. At home she would never have done this in front of another.

The blindfold gave her the anonymity she needed to smash all inhibitions.

“You’re lovely, darlin’.”

As Rett came she shrieked and shuddered as wave upon wave of pure, lustful sensation wracked her body. She fell back exhausted, dildo still inside.

The man reached down and pulled it out. “Very nice.”

I feel pretty nice and mellow right now. Rett closed her legs and burrowed down into the velvet. But resting was not meant to be.

“Now turn over and get on your knees. I need to take some pictures of your pretty, plump ass.”

The man was, indeed, sick if he wanted to immortalize her butt on film, but she did as requested. She had the urge to giggle as the camera kept taking snaps. I can’t imagine what his wife thinks of these.

There was a knock on the door.

“Come on in, Beulah,” the man called out.

Uh oh. A woman? His scrapbooking wife?

“Lift your head,” he said as his hands lifted Rett’s chin. “Open wide.”

She felt a dick at her lips. The rubber of the condom could not disguise it. Rett opened her mouth and the meaty flesh slipped inside.

“Oh, darlin’,” the man groaned.

Rett had to wonder what his wife, if, indeed, it was her, was thinking about all this. But the sound of more photos being taken answered that. The other woman was now the one taking pictures.

Think of the money. Think of the money. Rett sucked on the head of the cock. It was large and the condom that covered it had the tang of strawberries. Just as well I’m not allergic. She tongued the fruit-flavored flesh, enjoying the taste of the berries as she worked to drive her client to come.

“You can touch her now, Beulah.”

Rett let the cock slide out of her mouth. “I don’t do women.”

A hand slapped down on her ass and a very female voice declared, “You’ll do what you’re told, missy. Besides, I don’t take sluts like you. I’m here to punish you for sucking strange men’s dicks.”

“What the hell —” The cock was shoved in her mouth again as slap after slap stung the flesh of her ass. Rett gagged and pulled her mouth off his flesh once more.

“Listen here, lady, if you keep doing that I may bite his dick off. Is that what you want?”

“Spank her some more, Beulah. She’s a feisty one.” He grabbed her head and, once more, Rett’s lips covered his cock.

With her ass on fire from the blows to it and the cock in her mouth pistoning in and out and on the verge of coming, Rett had to wonder what Hamish thought of all this. Was he laughing his ass off?

She would be if the situation was reversed. It was not the slightest bit sexual. It was just weird. But fetishes are, I guess. No one else could fathom what turned another on. Rett knew the minute he came. Her jerked in her mouth and his fingers ran through her hair, holding her close and tight until he was finished. The spanking never stopped.

“Oh, darlin’, you’re amazing.” The man patted Rett’s shoulder. “Come on, Beulah, let’s go home.”

“But she needs more punishment.” Slap, slap, slap.

“Fuck off, lady,” Rett roared back at her.

“You’ll go to hell.” Beulah declared getting one last slap in.

“Undoubtedly. Now back off or I’ll snot you one.”

The man laughed. “You, I like.”

Rett listened to them leave. She sat back on her heels and howled with laughter. “Oh, Hamish.”

Chapter Three

Hamish couldn’t get the image of Rett laughing and calling out to him from his mind. She had been so incredibly sexy and feisty.

He had wanted to bust into the room and take Rett from the senator and his wife and keep her all to himself. But on the other hand, it had been exciting to see Rett giving in to the moment and enjoying herself. When she thrust that dildo inside her cunt, Hamish grabbed his dick and tugged on it.

After the session with the senator, he had led her into a nearby bathroom. At first, Hamish left her in peace to wash and relax.