Chapter Sixteen

>> Friday, July 24, 2009



He wrapped his coat around her shoulders, the cold blast of icy air hit them on the street. “Where are we going again?” Christ, this woman was on speed sometimes. All he wanted to do was to take her home and sink into her. Jon’s eyes widened when they pulled up outside what looked oddly like a gentleman’s club. Sophisticats. “Uh Colby what are we doing here?” he whispered, the pink glittering lights already blinding him.

“Scared huh? Don’t worry I’ll be there to hold your hand.” She smiled with a devilish grin, one that only she could envoke.

He groaned, “That’s what I’m afraid of.” She’d brought him to a strip club? He chuckled, christ only Colby would think of this. What woman in their right mind took their guy to a strip club? She was already talking to one of the bouncers when he got to the entrance. The big burly black guy nodded in Jon’s direction and unclipped the red velvet rope to the VIP entrance.

She grabbed her arm as they walked down the dim hallway where the pulse of the music already was chattering his teeth. “Did you need to draw attention to me already?"

She laughed. “Relax, we’re getting a private room, so no one can see you except the dancers. Discrete. They know how to be here so don’t worry and just relax. And besides didn’t you say you wanted to see me make out with another woman? Well here could be your chance if you’re a good boy tonight,” she tugged on his collar with a wink.

He swallowed “What? You were serious when you said that weren’t you?” Fuck, she was dead serious. Before he could ask anything more a strapping leggy brunette wearing a glittery bikini grinned and opened one of the doors to the left. A large leather chair was in the center, with a bottle of whiskey, and two glasses and a bucket of ice stationed on the small mahogany table beside it.

“Take a seat sir, get comfortable and we’ll send your girl in,” she smiled at Colby.

Jon eyed Colby carefully, she went from all over him to now thrusting him in the path of another woman, what the hell was up with that? Unless – mystery maybe but one thing was becoming clear about Colby. She distracted him when she needed to. He smirked, she totally freaked out with the possessiveness after the dancing.

Two could play at this game. He wasn’t stupid. Colby wanted casual, he got that but something told him this might be harder for her to take than she thought –watching him with another woman.

Jon followed into the dimly lit room, still fucking confused. “You sure you want to be here when this all happens?” he asked. Any other woman he knew of that he’d had sexual contact with wouldn’t be dead in a place like this.

But again she wasn’t just any other woman.

Colby laughed, “Relax, you should know by now Jon that nothing fazes me, now come on,” she pushed him backwards into the chair and straddled him, letting the skirt of her dress hike up her thighs. She reached up and pulled the pins from her hair, letting them ping one by one against the floor until her hair tumbled around her shoulders. Fuck, she was a hellcat. His dick hardened when she bucked forward before latching her lips against his.

“And seriously if you get offers, you can take them Jon… I don’t mind – really.” Her sapphire eyes gleamed in the light. Offers? He didn’t want any offers. He wanted her. He cupped her hips and ran his hands up her sides. "Colby, I’m not-." Before he could finish the lights fell dim and the music changed to a seductive beat. The door opened and a leggy busty blond wearing a halter dripping in red and silver sequins, with a matching thong, strutted right on in. Colby winked and poured Jon a whiskey, perching herself on the edge of the arm chair swinging her legs over the side. The stripper rounded the chair like an eagle circling its prey, bending and grooving to the music.

His cock was already hard as a hammer, not to mention he had one busty blond dancing half naked in front of him, and the other woman he was two minutes previously from fucking, dangling on the arm of the chair. Reason toyed with arousal, and lost as he sank back into his chair, his eyes drifting down the long lean line of the woman gyrating in front of him.

Perfect round tits, and an ass made for slapping.

Warm lips brushed over his ear, “Turned on yet?” Colby leaned over, and he jolted when her hand slid over his thigh and cupped his junk. He groaned as he watched the woman swerve in, missing his lips by millimeters and lent over towards Colby. White sparkled breasts danced in his face, the only thing pulling his gaze away from them was Colby.

The woman’s tongue traced the curve of Colby’s lips, those pretty pink lips that should be around his cock right about now. But instead he watched as they enjoyed a slow hot kiss. He reached for the whiskey and slammed it down his throat.

Holy fuck, -- his cock was aching and he didn’t know whether he wanted to join in or yank her away from the woman. He needed to be inside of her. He sucked in his breath and watched the kiss deepen, his knuckles turning white around the grip on the chair when Colby groaned. The two curvy bodies tangled, leaving him wondering if he was watching a lesbian porno flick. But no this was Colby, his Colby.

She finally pulled away and picked up her own glass of whiskey and took a long sip. She hadn’t done anything as crazy in a long time. The buzzing in her brain was overwhelming her, the adrenaline pumping in her veins. But the point of the exercise had been achieved. Jon was shifting uncomfortably in the leather chair. She slid herself into the gap beside him so they were both tucked into the chair and hooked one of her legs over him.

“Turned on yet?” She whispered nibbling on his earlobe pulling it into her mouth. She rubbed her palm down his flat belly closer to his crotch.

His head tilted backwards hitting the plush leather, his eyes closed as lips slid across his neck, he knew they weren’t Colby’s. They just didn’t feel like hers, not as soft. Not as soft? They’re just lips asshole. He hitched when a hand cupped him, causing his hips to thrust towards her. God I love you ….His eyes slammed open and caught hers. Thank fuck he hadn’t said it out loud.

“What’s wrong?” Colby asked concerned, the color in his face had drained and his eyes had grown wide like he’d just seen a ghost.

Jon pushed the other woman away gently “I’ve got to go,” he quickly said pulling away and standing from the seat. He had to get the fuck out of there, Away from them all.

Away from her.

“Jon? It’s ok? Don’t feel bad about this, god. You shouldn’t," Colby coaxed. Maybe it had been too soon for all this. Maybe he wasn’t ready for other woman like this.

“I’ve just got to go, I’ll call you,” he stuttered leaving the room.

Colby jumped up, she should have let him go but she couldn’t. That look in his eyes had her worried. It wasn’t like the confident Jon she’d come to know, something had rattled those baby blues. She clamored out behind him to the street and looked around when she couldn’t find him. “Jon?”

A lone figure had made it to the corner, she hitched up her skirt and with the sharp click of her heels she made it to where he was.

“Jon wait,” she grabbed his arm and twisted him around. He’d already lit a cigarette and drew it from his lips.

“What Colby?” he snapped. His tone had changed and his face had grown dark. Love? He loved her? Was he kidding? How could he love her he hardly knew her. She was the total opposite to him.

“What the hell is up your ass?” she equally his cool tone, “I’m sorry if that wasn’t your thing, I thought it was just a bit of fun.”

He took a long draw of his cigarette. “Do you know anything apart from fun?” he asked. He regretted the words coming out when they did. What the fuck was wrong with him? This woman was making him a freaking mess.

She arched a brow and cocked her arm on her hip. “What the fuck is that meant to mean?”

“Nothing, look I’m going home."

“What’s wrong?” she asked with a sigh. “What happened in there?” She wrapped her arms around herself as the breeze whipped around them.

Jon went to turn away, leaving her standing there. But he didn’t. He scuffed his shoe on the pavement and didn’t meet her eyes. “When we were in the middle of all this, I started thinking about how much…I love you. How can that even be possible? I hardly know you?”

He hardly knew her, how could he possibly love her?

7 comments:

Anonymous 7/24/2009 7:01 PM  

He wouldn't be having this reaction if he didn't love her.

Beth

Judith 7/25/2009 7:09 AM  

OHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Now Colby, can you handle this????

I have a feeling this one sentence scares her more than anything.

More soon please!!!

Anonymous 8/02/2009 4:26 PM  

I think Jon just scared himself and colby.

Anonymous 9/13/2009 1:22 PM  

Umm, is this ever going to be continued???

Anonymous 9/13/2009 1:59 PM  

anymore happening here soon?

Beth 9/29/2009 7:37 PM  

Anything more happening here?

Anonymous 11/11/2009 6:54 PM  

Hey!
I hate being one of those greedy people asking for more..especially since you're writing so much for your other stories for us but..
do you think you might get a chance to give us a new chapter for Under the Influence?

thanks,
J

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