Jeanette has always loathed Jack ever since her mother brought him into her life. But she can't stop thinking about him and their erotic tryst at the Gilded Gopher, the strip club she used to dance in. Now she's left the club behind and has gone freelance -- working the bachelor party scene on weekends. She's excited when she gets hired for a high profile penthouse surprise party in Las Vegas -- turns out the surprise is on her when Jack shows up with a few familiar faces who want to see her sexy moves and a whole lot more!
WARNING: This naughty 5000+ word short story includes group sex, voyeurism, double penetration, anal/oral sex, ageplay, and a taboo fetish that is not for the faint of heart!
“Surprise, sweetheart. Now why don't you come over here and give me a big kiss.”
I spin around to find Jack with his smug smile standing in the door frame across the room.
I fold my arms over my chest and say, “What the hell kind of a trick is this?”
“It's just a surprise party, baby. A surprise party for you. You are surprised, aren't you? Because you sure look it.”
“Shut the hell up, Jack.”
“Hey now, watch your tone young lady!” he says with a chuckle, making me even more heated. He steps closer towards me. “Here I am trying to do something nice for you, and there you are once again being rude. And you know how that ended the last time.”
I swallow the lump in my throat and drop my head in shame. He disgusts me. Yet being near him makes me feel things in my lady parts. I'm ashamed of all the nights I spent touching myself, thinking of the time when he did me at the Gilded Gopher. I disgust myself.
Saying nothing, I turn on my heel and head straight for the door, only to be blocked by Dave.
“I'm sorry but I can't let you do that,” he says with his gentle smile. That face is deceiving – it's always the nice ones you can't trust. And the bad ones you can't trust either.
Jack comes up beside me, wrapping his fingers around my arm and pulling me close to him. “You know what our deal is. Thanks to that little website of yours I now have pictures as proof,” he whispers to me.
Damn, I knew that site was a bad idea.
“Look at me,” he commands and my narrowed eyes reluctantly flicker up to his face. His rugged looks go from jovial to serious in just seconds flat. “You're going to show me and my boys a good time tonight. And if you don't, you know how that goes.”
“You—your boys?” My face twists in horror as I repeat his words.