Stripped Senseless (12 page)

             
Luckily the men’s room is empty
and I stick my hands down my pants and readjust the goods so that it is less
noticeable.
 
My cock is aching for her, I
need to fuck her, and I am so turned on for her it’s painful, literally.
 

             
I head back into the ballroom and
spot Tania standing talking to a male guest.
 
Not in this lifetime you don’t fuck face.
 
The guy is quite clearly drunk as a skunk and
he also quite clearly wants into her fucking pants. Over my dead body!
 
I slam my glass down and head over to where
Tania and the guy that is well into Tania’s personal space, if he doesn’t back
off right away he is going to have a fist sandwich straight down his
throat.
 

             
I stand directly behind Tania and
the douche just stares at me over her shoulder.
 
This guy is so fucking drunk that he can’t even stare at me straight,
his bloody eyes are as squint as hell.
 
I
place my hands on Tania’s shoulders and start rubbing her gently, her head
swings round and
stares
at my features with total
disbelief.

             
 
Yes baby
I want you, with every fibre of my being.
 
And this fucker better back his truck the fuck up, she is mine and I
will protect what is mine until my dying day.
 

             
“Is this guy
pestering you baby?” I state very loudly for not only this idiot’s benefit but
also for Tania’s.
 
I want Tania to know
she is mine and no one gets any piece of her but me, I may be a control freak
but I am her control freak.
 
Just rubbing
her shoulders and feeling her smooth silkiness has the one eyed snake trying to
break free from the zip holding him in his cage.
 
Come on
David get a grip on that famous self-control you are almost dry humping her
arse!
 

             
“Erm…no we were just em talking.”
Tania stutters the words
out,
yes she is clearly
surprised to see me. Tania is never short of words, ever.
 
Just talking, eh? Maybe Tania feels they are
just talking but this cock sure douche sure as hell is hoping he gets laid from
it.
 
Not on my watch prick.
 

             
“Look mate I was just having a
friendly chat with erm Tilly here, you know how it is.” He drunkly replies to
my hanging question.
 
This is my point he
can’t even get her name right.
 
How in
the hell can you mistake Tania with Tilly? Jesus Christ on a bike, the guy
certainly thinks with his dick rather than his under developed brain.
 

             
“Right well you won’t mind me
interjecting here then and having a lovely little chat with
Tania
.” I emphasise the name so the ape
realises his error, though in his inebriated state he probably hasn’t a bloody
clue.
 
The guy backs off and trips over
some little kid lying down on the dance floor.
 
It could have been a scene from a pantomime it happened in what seemed
like slow motion then he landed flat on his arse and the little kid started
laughing at him.
 
Serves
the slimy eel right.

             
I turn back to Tania and stare
into her beautiful
eyes,
they are so serene like a
tranquil ocean inviting me in for a dip.
 
Hopefully I get a dip of some
other kind later on.
 

             
“Tania
are
you okay, you are shaking a little, are you cold?” I ask her attentively, I am
unsure how she is going to react to me being here.
 
I want her to fling her arms around me and
tell me she missed me and we will have amazing make-up sex until the
morning.
 
Somehow I don’t think that it
is going to go that way.
 
Tania is going
to want some serious answers as to why I sent her away at the club without another
thought.
 
Truth is I did give it another
thought,
I wanted to run after her, grab her around the
waist and carry her back to my place.
 
Truth is I didn’t and I have been in perpetual night ever since.
 

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What the hell is David doing
here?
 
Don’t get me wrong the sight of
him in that tuxedo has me wilting on the spot. I am sure that spot on the floor
where someone has spilled their drink is me as I feel I have melted into a
puddle on the floor.
 
I just loved how he
battered off that guys attempt at getting
laid,
it
shows that he actually does care.
 
However, if he thinks that he is just going to come here and try and get
me back he has another thing coming.
 
He
is going to have to work for it.

             
“David what are you doing here?
You made it pretty clear that you felt it would be better that we don’t see
each other again.
 
I have done exactly
what you asked but here you are standing in front of me.”
 
I mutter quietly. I did exactly what he asked
but god it hurt to do
so,
every day was painful without
him.
 
If things don’t work out again what
is going to happen to me, undoubtedly I will have my heart torn out and
trampled on once again.
 

             
“Tania I thought I would be easy
to stay away, but I just
cant
.
 
You mean too much to me, I think about you
all the time.
 
Every time I have a
stripping job it fucking hurts.
 
I think
back to the night we met and whilst the punters are rubbing baby oil onto my
torso I am imagining it’s your hands working me up.
 
You are simply mesmerizing and I can’t get
enough of you.”
 
David is pleading with
me,
I can see the emotion in his eyes.
 
For someone who plays a Dom in his spare
time, he is letting that control slip away. Am I seeing the real David now,
willing to bare all in order to get me back into his life?

             
“David is this not a little too
late for all this soul baring now? You hurt me a lot with your words.
 
That night in the club was one of the best of
my life.
 
When we fucked I would
of
gave you anything at that moment in time.
 
Now that is not my way as you know, I prefer
having sexual interactions with no strings it’s easier that way, no
expectations means no complications.
 
That night though, I would of happily entered into a healthy, strong
relationship with you, not only sexually but also emotionally also.”
 
I say this whilst rubbing my
eyes,
the tears are starting to prickle the corner of my
eyes. I wipe them away not wanting David to see just how this has affected me
emotionally, anyway I am at a bloody wedding for Christ’s sake.
 
It’s the truth though he is the only man I
have ever wanted to have a full blown relationship with.
 

             
Our discussion is momentarily
interrupted as music starts playing through-out the ballroom.
 
All the wedding guests start to form a circle
around the centre of the dance floor.
 
Marlee
and Mark are in the centre of the circle ready to dance to the couple’s first
dance.
 
This is the part I have been
dreading the most, entering halfway through the dance and dancing with man
whore Steve.
 
Where the hell is he
anyway?
 
I glance around the ballroom and
see him and
a women
in the corner of the room.
 
I recognise the bridesmaids dress
instantly,
its Helen and they both seem to be having a
little game of tonsil tennis.
 
Insatiable
the pair of them! I chuckle to
myself,
Helen obviously
got her way with him in the end then.
 

             
David is still standing beside me obviously
not wanting to let me out of his sight.
 
I am also joined by the other bridesmaids and Helen and Steve, they are
joined at the hip, and yes I think Steve is most definitely on a promise
tonight.
 

             
Now this is not a normal first
dance that you would expect to see at a wedding.
 
Marlee does not do conventional in most
things.
 
The song they have chosen is the
Kings of Leon’s smash hit Sex on fire.
 
This song describes Marlee and Mark down to a freaking T.
 
Ever since they met, when Mark hired her
services as an escort, their sex was literally a burning fire.
 
I know this from some very descriptive and
explicit discussions from Marlee describing what the sex was like between
them.
 

             
Steve and
myself
enter halfway through the song and get our groove on.
 
I can feel David’s eyes boring a hole into
the back of my
head,
Yes he has a jealous streak in
him, good.
 
Keep watching David this shit
is about to get real.
 
Steve is so drunk
he has a job keeping upright, but we keep this dance going for entertainment
purposes only of course.
 
We start
gyrating about like it’s a rendition from Dirty Dancing, though Steve is
anything but Patrick Swayze, maybe his ugly second cousin twice removed.
 
The guests start clapping and whooping at our
moves but I am doing this purely for one guest only, David.
 
David has a face like thunder right now and I
do feel a stab of guilt, I am not a total bitch, I do love this man after
all.
 
The song ends and we are free to
enjoy the rest of the wedding but I can’t help feeling that I have pushed the
one man I have ever loved further away from me.
 

             
I am briefly joined by the rest of
the girls for more
champagne,
if I am honest if I have
any more champers I am going to resemble a giggling toddler.
 
I am constantly running to the loo every ten
seconds.
 

             
“So who invited our old stripper
then, Tania?”
Asks Helen whilst quite openly palming Steve’s
package through his pants.
 
God get a fecking room why don’t you.
 

             
“Yes who invited him, isn’t it
exciting Tania. He came for you.”
 
Catherine squeals into my ear.
 
All the girls then start to jump up and down on the spot, nearly
spilling out their boobs out of the dress.
 
I don’t even need to ask who invited him I can see from Marlee’s face
she is the culprit.
 

             
“Look Tania I had to do something,
you two are totally crazy about each other.
 
You would have done the same for me.” Marlee tells me.
 
She walks over to me and gives me a huge hug
and tells me to go and get him.
 

             
I head back over to where I had
left David but he is no longer there.
 
Don’t tell me I have put the final nail in the coffin and pushed him
away for good.
 
Just as that thought
leaves my head I turn around and he is in the centre of the dance floor with a
bloody microphone, tapping it once, twice, three times.
 
What in the hell is going to happen now?

             
I am taking a gamble here I know
but I just have to get Tania to see things my way.
 
I will not let her leave this wedding without
listening to me outright, it means too much to me now.
 
I tap on the microphone a few times to make
sure it’s working, I glance around the dance floor and spot Marlee giving me
the thumbs up and an apparent wink.
 
I
thought she might be for this.
 
I know it’s
their day but I just have to get Tania back.
 
The night I told her that we shouldn’t be in touch was the most colossal
mistake of my life.
 

             
I test the microphone one last
time to make sure it’s not just my imagination that it is actually
working.
 
I look around the room and spot
my beloved standing with the rest of the bridesmaids.
 
Fuck if she is not a stunner and I have every
intention of making her mine, I have never wanted anything as bad as I want
that woman.
 
It’s going to
happen,
the connection is too strong between us.
 
We were made for one another.