Aussie: A Bad Boy Second Chance Romance

 

 

 

AUSSIE

 

A Bad Boy Second Chance Romance

 

 

 

 

 

KATE DAWES  &  AVA CATORI

 

 

 

Copyright © 2016 by Kate Dawes and Ava Catori

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Prologue - Luke

 

I spent my eighteenth birthday packing up and moving out of the house.

I still remember the look on Dawn’s face. I glanced over my shoulder as I walked out the door, and there stood Dawn, eyes watery and plaintive. “Are you coming back?”

I hadn’t answered, just turned my head and left. I can still hear her shouting.

“Come back,” she pleaded.

Saddest two words I’d ever heard in my life…

 

 

Chapter 1 - Dawn

 

“I can’t hear you over the music,” I shouted.

Rachel held up a finger and flagged down the host. “We have a reservation. Hampton, party of nine in a VIP room.”

The man nodded, then led the way.

My eyes were drawn to the stage as we walked past it before turning down a hallway. A stripper in a miniscule, red G-string gyrated on the stage. His body shimmered under the lights with the help of too much baby oil. As quick as I glanced over, I turned away, almost embarrassed that I’d stared. I’d never been to a place like this before. Sure, I’d heard about it, been tempted and all of that, but walking through the doors was a new experience.

Normally the club was full of women dancing and men doing the ogling. A gentleman’s club as they called it, though most referred to it as a titty-bar, a go-go club, or a strip joint. It didn’t matter what you called it, how you dressed it up, everyone knew what it was.

On Tuesday nights, they flipped things. Ladies Night, and apparently the most popular day of the week from what I could tell. The place was packed.

Rachel and Maggie thought it would be the ideal place for a bachelorette party, and by the sounds of it, the night was going to be wild. They’d been planning Corrine’s bachelorette party for a while. It was fun to listen to them brainstorm ideas. I couldn’t wait to see Corrine’s reaction to what was coming.

The host stopped in the hallway and opened a black curtain. He waved us inside to the VIP room they’d reserved. With all the noise in the club, music blaring through the speakers, it was hard to hear one another, but once we’d made it past the main stage the noise level had dropped a decibel. I swear, you could feel the vibration in your body. We could hear one another a little easier once we’d settled in. The walls must have been padded to absorb some of the sound.

In the main part of the club, there were disco and colored spotlights shining in all directions, keeping the energy high. Thankfully, the VIP area was more subdued. With three deep leather sofas circling the edge of the walls like a letter U, it was a perfect fit for our group. Burgundy flooring and walls gave the room a sultry mood. Two slender lamps stood in the back corners, providing a soft beige glow that made for comfortable lighting.

The host turned to leave after mentioning a server would be there shortly to take our drink orders.

“I bet they’re going to be hot,” Rachel started. “I can’t wait to see the guys.”

“Oh, they’re hot alright. I hand-picked them,” Maggie said with a laugh. “Did I forget to mention that part? Whoops! And let’s face it, you all know how picky I am.”

She was right. That girl would cast a line for a great guy, then toss him aside for the silliest notion.

“How many guys are there?” I was impressed with their party planning skills. This wouldn’t have even crossed my mind.

“Three,” Rachel chimed in. “Three hot bodies, baby. Hot, sexy men dancing for us. Ninety minutes of pure pleasure.”

One of the girls whistled a long, slow wolf whistle. She was good and ready. With nine of us in the room, they went above and beyond what we’d expected.

Another clapped and grinned. “Bring it on.”

Our adrenaline was up, excitement high. We laughed amongst ourselves, enjoying the mood of anticipation.

Michelle licked her lips and purred. “I can’t wait to see what our guys are packing in their banana hammocks!”

I joined in, tossing in, “I like the term ball huggers.”

We all laughed again as Krista mentioned wanting to compare the guy’s bulges. “Do you think it will be obvious who has the biggest-”

We quickly cut the talk when the waiter arrived. He took our orders and then vanished behind the black curtain. Krista burst out laughing, realizing he probably heard her as he walked in the room.

We were ready to party. With liquor on the way, dancers coming shortly, we prodded the bride-to-be for details about her honeymoon.

Corrine blushed, then gave a smirk. “It’s going to be spicy, hot, and dirty if I have anything to say about it.”

A couple of girls whooped and clapped in response. While we were waiting, two of them got up and started to dance. Jessica’s long black hair swayed with her movements. In her clingy-tight silver dress, she looked amazing. Tori stood up to join her. She’d worn black slacks with spiked heels and a sheer teal blouse over a camisole. She swayed to the music and gyrated her hips.

We tossed money at them and nudged them to keep going. I dug into my wallet for a couple of two-dollar bills. Oh, weird, right? I never knew about the two-dollar bill thing. Apparently it was the rage at strip clubs. Thankfully, the manager clued Maggie in. It was some weird customary tip thing, so we all made sure to stock up on them before coming to the party. I hit the bank after work and was good to go. I tucked a few ones and fives in there too, not really knowing what to expect. I didn’t want to come off looking too much like a novice.

I threw a crisp bill their way and watched it float up then slowly fall to the ground. Maybe if I’d thrown a handful of them, it would have had a better effect. Not very enticing. No wonder they slip them in a dancer’s G-string.

Corrine got up to join the others. She flipped the edge of her skirt up and shook her ass. We hooted and hollered about how lucky her soon to be husband was to have her. She was cute and sexy, adorable and fun, but sometimes that girl could be uptight. It was nice to see her kicking back and really getting into the moment.

When the alcohol was delivered, the waiter opened the bottles we’d ordered and passed around our drinks. “If you need anything, simply give me a buzz,” he said, pointing to a call button on the wall by the curtain.

“Oh, we will,” Maggie called out. She was ready for some hot, sexy strippers, oiled up and ready to shake and shimmy for us. She wanted to get close-up and personal.

“Your entertainment will be here shortly. Enjoy your evening,” the waiter added, before he slipped past the curtain and out of the room.

“He’s cute,” Roxanne called out. “We should have asked him to stay and dance!”

The lights dimmed, catching our attention. Our chatter quieted.

I caught my breath as three men drew the curtain aside and entered the room. One pulled the curtain closed behind him. Fuck. Goose bumps ran up my arm. Here we go.

The three men didn’t say a word. They looked mysterious and dark, almost ominous. They each wore a black cape and a partial white mask. Music started gradually, a slow, steady beat, setting the mood. I couldn’t stop staring. Each one was as gorgeous as the next, their bodies sculpted like a piece of artwork. Their shoulders were broad and their chests muscled. Each stood taller than the next, sturdy and strong. For an instant, I pictured my legs wrapped over one of their shoulders, thighs spread, while he was fucking me hard. I couldn’t get lost in the fantasy, but the image was nice. There was too much going on. I didn’t want to miss one single second.

Corrine once admitted she had a secret fantasy to have sex with a guy dressed like the “Phantom of the Opera.” We teased her about it for years. Of course, all of our secrets spilled out among plenty of others through the years. That particular night we were drunk and sharing our favorite fantasies. I can barely remember what mine was. Okay, that’s a lie, but whatever.

Rachel and Maggie thought it would be the perfect start to the party. Not that Corrine was going to have sex with the guy, but it would be a thrill nonetheless, to fulfill a small part of her fantasy. They’d dropped off the costumes earlier that day, all their planning intact.

The black capes draped over their shoulders and covered their backs, but their chests were still exposed. Damn, their tight, toned, and tanned bodies were on full display otherwise.

Each man’s six-pack outdid the others. They had to work hard for physiques like that. I wanted to lick each of them from head to toe, taking pleasure in each curve and crevice. Yes, I went there. How could I not? I wondered what they were packing below. Their G-strings only hid so much. But what was under the material? Were their cocks big and hard? Thick and meaty? Were they manscaped, or had they slicked away every last bit of hair?

Jerked from the moment, I lost my train of thought. One of the men looked directly at me. Our eyes locked. The effect startled me. I didn’t expect to be aroused. I swallowed hard. They were paid strippers. I knew it was all a game, a party for a soon to be bride. Still, there I was, thinking about strippers in ways I’d never done before.

As the men started to move in slow sultry hip rolls and gyrations, they slid their black capes off. They stood nearly naked in black boots, their thongs, and the white masks. I swallowed hard. It was like being at the zoo. You could look, but not touch. We knew the rules. We’d read them. We were told about them. No touching. There were signs in the main club, and Rachel had been giving us the run down. Also, no videos or pictures, but the memories were free to keep.

As the men danced, they had drinks with us. One of the dancers pulled a chair into the room, that looked to have been placed just outside of the curtain. He invited Corrine to sit on the chair, enticing her to join in the fun.

Corrine wasted no time getting to the chair and wore a massive grin on her face. Two of the dancers circled her, one in front, the other behind her. The sensual movements begged you to reach out and touch, but yeah, right, no touching. The men taunted her, lifting a leg over her shoulder and grinding inches from her face. They pushed the limits of how close they’d get. Corrine was mesmerized, as we were just watching.

They convinced Corrine to get up and dance for one of the guys. We coaxed and prodded her, when she first said no. She was playing shy, but we knew better. Finally, she gave in, and changed places with one of the dancers now taking the chair. Her moves obviously weren’t as practiced as the dancers, but she held her own. We applauded her efforts.

The party was fun. Caught up in the excitement, we all seemed to be enjoying the night.

One of the dancers stood apart from the others and made an announcement. His deep, sexy voice matched his hot body. “It’s time to play spin the bottle. If the bottle lands on you, it’s your lucky day. You’ll get a two-song private dance, all yours, in one of the other rooms.”

Because Corrine was the guest of honor, she got her own private dance and dancer. One of the men led her to another room directly across from our VIP room, opened a door and closed it behind them. Two more of us would win a dance.

One of the men spun the bottle. As it circled around, anxiety crept up over my shoulders. I was nervous, more so than I anticipated. Did I want it to land on me? I didn’t know. Was it curiosity, desire, or the need to run away from being the center of attention?

I didn’t realize I’d been holding my breath. Relieved it didn’t land on me, I exhaled.

When the bottle stopped spinning, the dancer chimed in. “It looks like this sexy redhead right here,” he said offering his hand to Krista. 

Krista giggled and stood, her face red with embarrassment. I wondered how many others were nervous about the next spin. I didn’t know what to do during a private dance. Where did you put your hands? How were you supposed to react? How much did you tip? Would I make a fool of myself? Would I feel awkward? It didn’t matter how juiced up or buzzed I was; it didn’t squash the nervousness coursing through my veins.

The final dancer stepped forward. Without a word, he spun the bottle, giving it a good push. It bounced and jumped off the table, landing on the floor.

Holy shit.

Here it comes.

Fuck.

It landed on me.

My heart lodged in my throat.

When he held out his hand to me, I glanced at the group of friends we’d come with. A mix of disappointment and relief plastered their faces. Everybody wanted a turn, yet, like me, not many of us had played with strippers before.

I followed my dancer into the small room, hoping he didn’t notice how anxious I was.

Music pumped through the speakers. The private party started. Two of us in the room, two songs, and me holding my breath again, willing myself to breathe.

The dancer was insanely hot, muscled, and hard. As he moved around me, I couldn’t look away. Oh! The two dollar bills. I slid my hand into my wallet, fingering the stash I’d put aside, and pulled out a few.

The dancer moved in closer, his hot breath on my neck as he leaned in. He grabbed the back of the chair and straddled over me. I tentatively slipped a couple of two-dollar bills into his G-string, hoping I was doing it right.

The way he gyrated, there was little left to the imagination. His bulge filled out his G-string proudly. He apparently enjoyed his job as much as the women watching. As cool as the experience was, arousing in some ways, it was also awkward. Some guy you don’t even know is practically rubbing against you and being lewd. If we weren’t paying for the experience, we’d think the guy was a creep.

Before I knew it, the dance was over and our time in the VIP room came to a close. None of us was ready to end the party, so we moved to another local club.

 

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