Falling Free: What happens in Vegas... (The Fall Series) (6 page)

We ordered drinks and began looking
at the menu as the men exchanged small talk. I was sitting directly across from
Cole next to Parker, and it was hard not to notice how attractive he was. He looked
a little rougher around the edges than Parker with his five o’clock shadow and
tailored shirt slightly unbuttoned. His eyes were deep brown, almost black like
his hair, but there was something about him that was intriguing. Maybe it was
his thick black lashes or his dark skin, or maybe it was his rugged features that
clashed with his tailored clothes and Rolex watch. I was following the
conversation intently and noticed him studying me, too.

Parker asked if there were any
offers on his home in California, then something about a money transfer and
wiring money to someone. The conversation ended too soon, leaving me more than
a little disappointed.

As soon as the business agenda
was wrapped up, Cole started to reminisce about their college days, and my
disappointment quickly faded. Maybe I would find out more about this man after
all.

“Parker” Cole said, his eyes
fixed on me, “Do you remember that frat party we had during our senior year?”

Parker smiled and laughed. “That
was a night for the history books. When’s the last time you did something that
crazy?”

“It’s been a while. How about
tonight? What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right, Lauren?”

I looked back and forth between
them wondering what they were talking about. I drank several martinis since we
sat down. Each time my glass was empty the waiter came by with another without
asking. I noticed he was doing the same for Parker and Cole.

“Crazy Horse or Sapphire?” Cole
asked grinning.

“Sapphire of course,” Parker
replied looking at me for a reaction. There it was. That sexy mischievous smile
that gave me butterflies. My heart pounded in my chest every time he looked at
me like that. I nodded slightly, letting him know that I was in although I had
no idea what I was
in
for.

“I need a moment with Lo first,”
Parker shot Cole a serious glance, and I watched as they seemed to exchange
some unspoken communication. Cole excused himself and headed to the men’s room,
and I looked at Parker expectantly.

“Lo, this is happening a little
faster than I expected,” he swallowed hard, “Things could get crazy.” His eyes
were locked on mine as he struggled to find the right words. “Cole is…well he’s
a lot like me. If you have any doubts about this just tell me, and we won’t
go.” His eyes were glassy from the mixture of alcohol and emotion. I sensed he
was struggling with the situation more than he cared to admit.

My heart thumped in my chest as I
began to put the pieces together slowly. I was being asked to go to a strip
club with two very sexy, very adventurous alpha males, who loved to walk on the
wild side. I got a feeling this was something they had done more than once, and
I was being asked to join them. Even in my alcohol induced haze I knew I was
playing with fire. I thought carefully before I replied. “I’m here because you
hired me, remember? If you want to share me it’s up to you.”

I was stuck somewhere between
extremely pissed off and highly aroused at the thought of Parker wanting to
share this part of his world with me. I didn’t know if I could follow through
with it, but at the same time, I secretly longed to find out.   

His brow furrowed. “Can you drop
the escort excuse for a minute please? This is serious, Lo,” he paused, “We’ve
both had a lot to drink. We should probably just call it a night and talk about
this tomorrow.”

“No!” The intensity in my voice
surprised us both. Regaining my composure I started again, “I’m not sure if I’m
going to like this or not, but I want to see for myself. If this is part of who
you are then I want to know.” I grabbed his hand. “Show me.”

Parker’s eyes were fixed on the
table. He wrung his hands and let out a deep sigh of relief. “This is new to
me, too. I’ve never done anything like this with someone like you. Someone I
cared about.” His concerned gaze met mine. “What if things get carried away?”

He did it again. He said he cared
about me. It seemed ironic considering what we were discussing, but somehow I believed
him. I saw how hard he was struggling to make sense of it, and in many ways I
was, too. I wanted to cling to the escort defense. I wanted to throw it in his
face, to blame everything on him. It was easier to believe that I was playing a
part than it was to admit that I wanted to see and feel everything he had to
offer. Here with him, I felt free. Free to do things I never thought I’d do and
be somebody that I’d never have the chance to be again. Maybe I would regret it
later, but that was a chance I was willing to take.

I reached over and placed my hand
inside of his. His eyes still questioned me, and I wanted to reassure him. “I
don’t know if I’m ready for this or not, but I’m ready to find out. What about
Cole? What does he expect?”

“He knows to keep his hands off
you unless…”

“Unless what?” I blinked
expectantly, my curiosity fully peaked.

“Whatever happens, he knows to
let you take the lead. He’ll keep his hands to himself as long as you do.”

Now it made sense. Parker told
him I was his
guest
as a warning.  My heart swelled a little at the
thought of him protecting me even though he was willing to share me. It was
confusing.

I spotted Cole making his way
back toward the table. The way he moved reminded me of Parker, shoulders
squared, confident and athletic. I noticed with amusement how he caught the
attention of more than one of the ladies in the room.  

“Let’s go.” I may have sounded
confident, but inside I felt more than a little shaky.
What the hell was I
getting myself into?

Within minutes the check was paid
and we were in the limo on our way to what I assumed to be a strip club. My
nerves were jumpy. I’d never been to a strip club before let alone with two men
who were used to having their way.

“Any alcohol in here?” I blurted
out as we pulled onto the strip. “I think I’m going to need more.”

Both men laughed, and Parker
opened the mini bar and poured something into a glass. I drank it quickly and
held the glass out for more. Parker obliged, exchanging a stern glance with
Cole. He wanted to test my limits. Maybe before the night was over I’d be
testing his.

We pulled into the valet entrance,
and we walked into the building. Parker was holding my arm firmly while Cole
stayed close. As soon as we entered the darkened club the music bumped loudly.
The bass seemed to penetrate my entire body. I was looking around when a man
wearing a sleek black suit and a Bluetooth in his ear greeted us.

“Mr. Blackwell, welcome!” He
seemed elated to see Parker. As I scanned I saw beautiful bodies of half-naked women
everywhere. Some were wearing costumes with spiked boots and G-strings, some
were dancing on stage, and some were sitting at tables with men.

As we followed Mr. Black Suit to
the back of the club I noticed a buxom blonde grinding her crotch into the lap
of a business man whose eyes were half closed.
What the fuck am I doing here?

Parker pulled me along until Mr.
Black Suit parted the curtains to a private area and ushered us inside. There
were red leather couches and leather barstools. A mini-bar was tucked into the
corner. Before he left, Mr. Black Suit turned and spoke to Parker.

“I’ll send Nate in to get you
some drinks. Do you have any special requests tonight, Mr. Blackwell?”

Cole spoke up. “I do. Send us two
of your hottest brunettes. I like long dark hair, tattoos and huge...” He
looked at Parker for approval and grinned before looking back to Mr. Black.
“Tits.” It sounded like he was ordering dinner at a restaurant. I thought as I
stood there in disbelief.

Parker was watching me, trying to
gage my reaction. I smiled and he smiled back, before I began to sway, and he
guided me by the arm toward one of the couches against the back wall of the
room. Cole pulled a chair into the center of the room and sat down. I presumed
he was waiting for his entre to arrive. I was right.

A buff shirtless twenty-something
man entered through the curtain. “Gentlemen. Miss.” He looked at each of us as
he introduced himself. “I’m Nate, and I’ll be your bartender. I always start
with ladies first. Can I get you something, Miss?” He was looking at me.

The alcohol finally kicked in
full force. My apprehension melted away, and everything going on around me
seemed dreamlike. The darkness, the light, the music all seemed to blend
together. My mind was reeling with anticipation, but my body felt warm and
comfortable. Parker must have sensed this as he looked at me then Nate and
said, “Yes, a martini for the lady, and two Jack and Cokes.”

Within minutes we each had
drinks, and just as I began to take a sip the curtains parted and two buxom raven
haired girls strutted in. One had wavy Farah Fawcett style hair down past her
breasts and the other had shiny pin-straight hair flowing down to her waist.
They were stunning in their tiny string bikinis.

As they entered they stopped and
introduced themselves. “Hi there,” Farah said. “I’m Sadie and this is Lexi.”

They began to circle Cole in the
center of the room as if they knew he was ready for entertainment. “What’s your
pleasure?” Sadie asked Cole as she trailed her fingers across his back while circling
him slowly in her stilettos.

As she turned I noticed her
tattoos. She had pistols tattooed on each of her hips as if they were in a
holster. She also had a crucifix in the center of her shoulder blades. Lexi’s
tattoos were brighter. She had splashes of purple and green in different
flowers and a Made in the USA tramp stamp. Even in the dim light I could see the
outline of their nipples poking at the small patches of bikini top that barely
contained their curves.

Cole smiled and threw his drink
back finishing it in one gulp. Parker sat quietly next to me, his eyes fixed on
the scene unfolding before us. The music pounded out a frantic rhythm like the
heartbeats in the room as the tension mounted. I could barely hear Cole’s reply
as he shouted over it.

“This is a VIP room, right? Why
don’t you girls show me the VIP treatment?”

The words no sooner escaped his
lips when Lexi grabbed him roughly by his shirt collar and climbed up on the
chair with one spiked heel on each side of his thighs. She stood straight up
her crotch at eye level to him and began moving her hips seductively only
inches from his mouth. Cole was transfixed on her, and so was I. She turned
effortlessly around and did the same with her ass before bending straight over
and grabbing the front of the chair between his legs, exposing herself to him. My
eyes were fixed on them. Sadie kissed his neck and began to work her way around
where she dropped to her knees and slid her hands up his thighs as she crawled
closer.

I felt Parker studying me. My eyes
were wide with anticipation as I took in the scene.

He leaned in close. “There’s no
touching in here. I mean the girls can touch, but we aren’t supposed to touch
them.”

I absorbed his instructions, part
of me wondering how many times he’d been in the VIP room and at the same time
feeling the urge to touch him as the familiar ache between my legs grew more
intense. Without thinking I put my hand on his thigh and began softly rubbing
my fingers up and down.

Lexi turned toward Cole and
straddled him. She lowered her center down just above his lap and rubbed
herself slowly against the large protruding bulge in his pants. The look on his
face was excruciating. Cole opened his mouth and leaned his head back, grasping
at Sadie’s nipple beside him. She allowed him to touch for a moment then pushed
his hand quickly away. Cole groaned in appreciation when Lexi removed her
skimpy top and brushed her nipples across his lips. Then she dismounted the
chair and got on her knees next to Sadie.

I watched in disbelief as the
scandalous scene continued to unfold before me, sometimes forgetting to breath.
The women were locked in a slow gentle kiss. They took turns seductively
undressing one another. Sadie rubbed her fingers over the small patch of
material before pulling Lexi’s G-string off. This time Sadie climbed on Cole’s
lap facing him, her pink slit resting directly on his cock. She leaned back and
Lexi crawled to Cole’s side as Sadie lifted herself slightly so she could unzip
his pants. Then she began rubbing Sadie’s slit with two fingers. Lost in
pleasure, Sadie closed her eyes as Lexi teased one of her taught nipples with
the tip of her tongue.