Beautiful Liar (4 page)

I pull him into the shower with me. The first time wasn’t enough, even though I plan on this being the last. I take my time soaping him up. He takes his time washing every inch of my body. Pulling the sprayer from its hook, he sets it on high. He sprays the soap suds from my backside and does the same to my front. Wrapping his arms around me from the back of me he presses the nozzle to my sensitive center. The sensation of the water hitting my sweet spot is almost too much. His erection is resting against my back.

“Do you like the feel of the water hitting you?”

“I like the way you feel.”

Faster than I can say sweet baby Jesus, Turner has me wrapped in a towel and lying across my bed. “Do you mind?” I shake my head and he turns my ipod on shuffle.

‘Work Out,” by ‘J. Cole’ plays.

I pull the towel from his waist and take a moment to appreciate his build. His six pack dips into a perfect v to his happy trail. He looks like a living Adonis, and right now he is mine. I trace each curve and angle of his muscled chest with my tongue. Taking one of his nipples in my mouth, I gently tug on it between my teeth. Ordering me to lie on my side, he gets behind me, pushing my top knee outward he hooks is arm under it. Gently he guides his cock into my sex. A low “mm,” of appreciation escapes his lips.

Firmly he takes hold of my hair and gives it a tug. “Harder!”

“You like that do you?”

“Oh,” is all I manage to let out. I can’t concentrate on anything except the orgasm building inside me. I let out another cry. Turner muffles my screams with his hand as he rocks into me harder. He is being rough, but it turns me on even more. I am going to pay for this tomorrow. But I am enjoying it too much to care.

Turner pulls out and relieves himself in his hands. I like watching him. His eyes are closed, as a hiss seeps through his clenched teeth. It is so damn sexy knowing that I have this effect on him. He catches me admiring him and a smile stretches across his face.

“You’re so fucking sexy. I want a picture of you, lying just like this, so I can remember this feeling every time I look at it.”

“Turner,” I giggle and cover my face. “No, no way! How do I know you wouldn’t send it to all of your buddies?” I raise an expectant brow at him.

Holding his semen covered hands up in defense, he laughs. “Oh, um sorry.” He picks a towel from the floor and walks to the bathroom. I decide to surprise him, by taking a picture of myself with my phone and texting it to him.

“Darby I didn’t plan on this when I came over here tonight. I tried like hell to enjoy my date the other night and turn my feelings for you off. I couldn’t keep you out of my mind. Every time she would speak all I could think about was what you were doing.” He wraps his arms around me and I don’t know what to say.

“Then at the club that little pussy dick put his hands on you, and I knew then that I had to have you. I knew you would be mine.”

“Look Turner I know you think you feel something for me but you don’t, it’s lust. Now that we got the sex out of the way can we go back to be being friends? We still have to work together and I don’t want it to be awkward.”

“I don’t think I can just be friends with you. I have tried to fight these feelings but you have invaded my heart Darby. You, Aiden, and Marla are a part of my life now. I just can’t walk away from this.”

“Turner you think too much of me and I know you will make some girl so happy one day, but right now it can’t be me. I have too much on my plate. I don’t want you to feel like I used you tonight. Because you have no idea how much I needed it and how much it means to me. I’ve not felt wanted like this in a long time, there are so many things you don’t know about my situation.”

He brushes my hair back from my face and gives me a tender kiss. “So tell me what I don’t know. Whatever it is I can handle it. You don’t get to decide for me. It’s too late, Darby I have had a taste of you and I can’t let it go.”

“I care for you a lot, probably more than I should. Because I am still in love with Aiden’s father. It wouldn’t be right of me to start something with you knowing I still love him.”

Turner gives me a knowing expression, places a simple kiss on the tip of my nose, and walks out without a word. I just ruined our friendship for one night. Damn it, why did I have to give into what my body desired? I have a hard time drifting to sleep. Guilt takes its hold over me. Maybe I don’t love Brody as much as I thought I once did. But why do I feel like I just cheated on him, even though we haven’t been together in over three years?

Turner has been keeping his distance, and giving me much needed space. We haven’t spoken since that night and what were a few days of silence has turned into weeks. Things with work have been going great. I have started making enough the past month that I don’t have to work full time at both jobs anymore, giving me more time to spend with Aiden and Marla. This is a great thing, since Marla isn’t doing well at all. She is doing worse than expected and I am so scared I am going to lose her when I finally feel like we have a good relationship. Growing up, I always felt coldness between us. Even before she left when I was nine it was there.

When she stepped up and asked me to live with her it was the second chance we both needed. I am so thankful that life has given us the time we have had, but I am a selfish person and I want more. I haven’t spoke to my dad since he hung up on me. I am still feeling a little stung from the conversation we had. Caroline has come out of retirement and returned to teaching so she hasn’t been able to help with Aiden as much. But everything is working out. Chris has broken my hours up at the gym. Now I am only teaching two classes a day instead of three.

Krista is always teasing me about Turner. She doesn’t understand why I can’t just be with him. There is a part of me that thinks she secretly has a thing for him. She is always talking about how good looking he is. I haven’t seen much of Turner at the club or the gym either. I think he’s purposely working out when I’m not there, and taking shifts on my days off from the club.

I haven’t heard anymore from Brody, but that doesn’t mean I don’t think of him. And I haven’t reactivated my e-mail. I did look him up online yesterday. The last story about him was that he is playing poorly this season. I didn’t give him up for him to make a shit pile of mistakes and throw it all away on a bottle of liquor. I really hope he isn’t drinking like he used to.

The more I think of his actions the more it pisses me off, but what can I do about it, not a damned thing! I want to tell him about Aiden but I am so scared of what he will think.

Chapter
Six

It would be easy just to blame it all on Brody and say it’s because of his drinking that I lied and made theses choices, but I am really just pissed with myself for not having the guts to do the right thing for the past three years. My intentions were good, but I know no one will see it that way. But right now I have to get my ass to The Masquerade Club.

I walk into the familiar smell of smoke and hairspray. I dress in a deep red silk bustier with gold tassels and matching boy shorts over my fishnet stockings. I take my time getting my red feathered mask to sit just right on my blonde curls. I apply my red lipstick and clock in. I walk to the front of the club to my hostess podium near the main entrance. Turner is working tonight and damned if he doesn’t look good. He is wearing a white dress shirt and black slacks. He has the sleeves pushed up onto his forearms giving a tease of his well toned muscles. He catches my staring and gives me a wink. I turn my head quickly afraid he will see the blush creeping up my cheeks. He probably can’t see due to the dim lighting, but just in case. I smile thinking back to the one night we shared.

I squeeze my middle together willing myself not to become aroused. But it is so hard not to in these surroundings. There is just something deadly sexy about wearing these masks. The lust floats through the air here and envelopes you like a snug sweater. Things are a little slow right now, so I watch the girls on stage and wonder what it would be like to get up on that stage and just let go of everything. Nothing but me and the music, no worries, no cares in the world. My thoughts are interrupted when a few guest walk up to my podium waiting to be given their masks and be seated.

“Welcome to The Masquerade Club, where fantasy meets reality.”

I hand them their required black mask. One of the guys is studying me hard.

“Do you dance here?”

“Me? Yeah, but I’m not on the schedule to tonight.”

“Well baby I would pay extra to watch your fine ass up on that stage. It would be like poetry in motion.”

“Um, thank you. I think. Enjoy your evening.” I let out a nervous giggle, he isn’t the first to ask, but the way he is checking me out is just the confidence boost I needed after the funk I have been in lately. I seat a few more people and Krista comes up to me with a sneaky grin spreading over her face.

“The gentleman at table four just offered a thousand dollars to see you up on the stage!”

“No way!” I look over at the table to see the guy from earlier staring at me.

“You have to do it! That’s a grand Darby! I just asked Trina and she gave the approval.” Trina is the stage manager who is over the spotlight dancer’s. She also happens to be the grabby handed booby lady!

“I can’t get up there by myself!” I have only performed a few times with a few other girls as a stand in during rehearsals. Krista thinks that Turner keeps me off stage, because he is jealous and doesn’t want other men watching me.

“You are! I am going to cover your post, now get your ass backstage!” She smacks me on the ass and I let out a giggle. I see Turner watching with curiosity as I head backstage. Trina gives me a pep talk and a shot of something brown that stings my throat. I give her a confused look.

“Honey I won’t tell if you don’t. I can see that you are nervous, but just have fun with it. Cut loose for once. You ass is wound so tight, just go with it!”

For once in my life I am going to do just that.

I try to shake my jitters away as I watch the girls finish up their routine to ‘Erotica’ by ‘Madonna.’

The DJ cuts in over the speaker’s as the girls exit the stage. “Tonight we have a special treat. We have a virgin to the stage.”

The song ‘Representin’ by ‘Ludacris’ begins to play. I make my way out onto the stage. I have danced before on a pole in the strip tease class at the gym, so that’s what I decide to do, make use of what I know. I hope I don’t make a fool of myself. I get a good grip and wrap my legs around the pole. Twirling my way to the bottom, I land in the splits. I lean my head back to see Turner standing close to the stage watching me. The way he is watching me gives me the courage to continue. This performance is for him and only him, even though the room is full of other men. He is the only one I see. I am blind to anything or anyone else in this moment.

I slink my way across the floor back to the pole. I get a grasp again, but this time I flip upside down and gracefully slide, pausing halfway down. I pause and scissors kick my legs again before making my way to the floor. My eye’s break from Turner’s hold briefly, as I turn right side up and spin around the pole a few more times. I grab a cane from the side of the stage and start stalking my way towards the end where Turner is standing, watching me, watching him. The way he is raking his eye’s all over my body feels like he is fucking me right here, right now on this stage in front of everyone. And I love every second of it. Being on this stage is a rush I never imagined feeling. I take the cane and poke him in the chest with it and give him a naughty grin.

The song cuts and I make my exit. I go into the dancer’s lounge to come down from the high I am feeling from my performance. I take a drink from my bottled water. As some of the girls are telling me what a great job I done, Turner burst through the doors and orders everyone out. I start to follow the girls out the door. I am the last one to reach the exit and Turner.

He looks like a hungry animal. Looking like he is a lion ready to devour his prime meat. He jerks me back into the room. “Not you.” He uses a chair and pushes it under the door handle to jam the door. He jerks my body into his, letting me feel how hard his cock is for me. I should walk away but the adrenaline from being on stage is still coursing through my veins.

He fists his hands in my hair and pulls my mouth to his. His tongue darts through the part of my lips. I feel like he is sucking the very breath from my lungs and I want to give every last puff of air in me to him. He licks his way down my throat, tasting my sweat.

“Mmm, you even taste like an early morning rain.”

I start unbuttoning his shirt and slide it down his arms. I run my tongue over the smoothness of his chest and slowly trail my way down his perfect v. I peek up at him through my mask. He has his hands crossed behind his head rocking on his heels. Unzipping his slacks, I shove his boxers down to his ankles. This is only about pleasing him. Wrapping my red nails around the base of his shaft, I gradually rake my teeth up his length. He shudders and a deep hiss escapes his mouth. He rocks himself into my mouth. His hands latch into my hair and he steadies my head, guiding me to the pace he enjoys.

I lick his perfect cock from base to tip. Slow then fast. I repeat the motion. I can feel him getting close to his orgasm. I suck down harder until the head of his cock reaches the back of my throat. He gently pulls from my mouth. He brings me up from my knees and bends me frontward over the back of the sofa. Pulling my boy shorts down, he kicks my feet apart. Turner rips my fishnets straight down the seam that runs over my bare ass. He runs his fingers over my hard nub and smacks my clit. Always ready, he whispers in my ear, dipping his finger inside my wet pussy. He brings his finger up to my mouth and I lick my juice from it. He repeats the motion but this time he licks it. He pulls my head backwards with force and bites my ear.

“Please, Turner! Fuck my pussy!”

He smacks me on my ass, giving a slight sting to my cheeks. Pulling my hair harder he growls, “Please fuck who’s pussy?”

“Please, Turner fuck your pussy,” I pant. I can’t believe the words that are coming out of my mouth, and I never say the p word, ever.

He thrust into me. “Fuck you’re so tight.” I roll my hips with each thrust taking him deeper inside. His balls smack against my ass. The club is packed and the music is playing, but all I can hear is the slick of our skin pounding against each other. He jerks his dick out of me, spilling the ink of his passion across my back.

He takes a towel and wipes himself from my back. I am still trying to catch my breath. The force of what we just did claws its way to the surface of my conscious.

“Turner did we really just fuck at work?”

“Whatever the consequences, it was worth it pumpkin.”

“Look at me! I can’t go back out there like this! And now everyone knows what we were in here doing.”

“No they don’t. Here,” he opens up a cabinet I have never noticed before. It is full of club clothes.

“Have you done this, before?”

“Well you know that I have, with you a few weeks back. I know I didn’t imagine that night. I still have the picture to prove it.”

“No, I mean here, have you fucked someone else here before, in this room?”

“What gave you that idea?”

“Never mind.”

Luckily I find a bustier similar to the one that I was wearing. My hose on the other hand are a complete loss though. I glance at myself in the mirror.

“Hell I look rode hard and put out to dry.” I try to wipe the smeared lipstick from the edge of my mouth.