Living with Keith, and running a nightclub, had nullified my concerns about audiences. In fact, it was after one of the times he had a girl over that I decided to install the cages for the dancers.
Keith had met a girl while scouting other clubs and brought her home. She was just drunk enough that she didn’t mind me watching as she danced for him. Or maybe just drunk enough that she hadn’t noticed that I was still awake when she first started.
Keith and I both watched, from our perspective beds, as she slowly took one item off at a time. When she was down to her matching leopard skin underwear, Keith tried to join. She slapped him away, laughing. She did a whole number, teasing him, showing him bits and pieces, but all the while kept her distance from him. By the time she was sliding onto his lap, I was reaching for tissues to clean up the mess on my bed.
By that point, Keith and I had been living together for a year. We didn’t care about a lot of things anymore. Especially after that. The first time I brought a girl home, he wasn’t there. So, we weren’t being careful. I was sitting on the couch with my back to the door, and she was on my lap, going for a ride. I didn’t know he was there until she paused for a split second. He walked around to the side and sat on the couch, his eyes on her chest while she bounced.
It was a little disconcerting when he opened his pants and started rubbing, within my line of sight. Her intensity though, took my mind off it. The way she shoved my head down to her chest helped too.
A week later, I walked in on him, almost in the same position. He was lying on his back. He never paused and neither did she. As I watched the girl on his lap, I understood his attraction to watching the deed. I paused though when she crooked a finger at me.
Curious, I stepped over. She immediately bent down and took up where my hand had left off. She didn’t miss a beat with either of us.
She was the first, but not the last woman that we shared. Most of the time, we took turns. I remember coming out of the bathroom once to see Keith sinking into the girl I had brought home. I laughed.
Another night, his date came into my bed by accident. I took advantage of it. She was embarrassed at first when I flipped her onto her back and pushed my way in. Her face showed a little guilt when Keith looked down at her from over my shoulder. I knew what he wanted, so I rotated us, letting her have the top again. He stepped right up, pulled her chin down - the poor girl was so confused she let him - then pushed his own way into her. It took her a moment to get into it, but one good smack on the butt was all she needed.
My princess loved a good smack on the butt too. I never planned on sharing her with Keith though. I didn’t plan on sharing her with anyone - not that she would let me even if I tried. I wanted all her attention and energy focused on me, and only me.
I shook myself out of my thoughts as I tried to remember what we were talking about.
“To answer your question, no, her brother will not harm her. He loves his sister; he’s just got his own problems that may backsplash onto her one day.” Ones that wouldn’t involve me.
Ones that she wouldn’t be able to pay off for him.
“Thank you. That is helpful. Fi had said he was no danger, but her actions say otherwise.” The security guard lifted the card into the air, the money already in his pocket.
I nodded once and left the building. If the doorman was of any use, I was sure the guard would let him know.
I swung by my place to shower and dress before going to the club. I needed to check in on things, seeing as I left in the middle of the planning meeting for this month’s extracurricular activities, and never returned. No one had called me, so I figured that meant things ran smoothly.
I arrived at the club a couple of hours later. BoBo took my seat and parked the car for me. I didn’t trust anyone else with my cars. Not even Keith.
Keith was doing a quick inventory at the bar with Kent, preparing for the Monday night rush. You would think we wouldn’t be as busy during the week, but people hated Mondays and generally needed to forget they happened.
I patted my best friend’s shoulder and signaled for him to follow me. I made my way to the elevator and froze with my thumb in the air. I had access to the accounts this morning, so this should work as well. Growing a pair, I placed my thumb on the pad.
The light turned green, and we both cheered.
