Stanton Adore (8 page)

“Did you notice something?” I lean in to whisper to my friends, they both quickly scan the room with their eyes thinking I’ve seen Jeremy. “No not that,” I shake my head. “There is not a welcome matt in this place.” The girls both frown and look around, “Your right this place is pubeless. Not a pubic hair in the joint.

“Why is that?” Bridge frowns.

“I don’t know, do men really like this?” I hunch my shoulders.

Abbie smirks “Really, if I had to choose between a waxed one and a hairy one I would go waxed every time.”

“I suppose,” we all nod.

“Any way,” Abbie puts both of her hands onto the table “I am booking us in tomorrow afternoon to Beautiful Behinds.”

“What for?”

“We are going to get Brazilians and Anal Bleaching.”

I choke on my drink. “Anal Bleaching, are you mad?”

“No, did you look at these girls?” I nod. “Their bits are all porn star pink.”

“What, so it isn’t natural?” Bridget frowns.

“No it isn’t natural, they get everything bleached so it’s a pretty pink colour. Guys love it.”

“Fuck off, do you get it done?”

“Of course,” she smirks. Oh I’m shocked, how do I not know this? “If you want to look pretty for Mr Stanton you had better get done too.” She grabs my arm on the table, “I’m pretty sure he is used to pink bits.” I frown as I drain my glass. Mr Stanton looking at other girls bits is not something I want in my head.

“Knowing my luck the bleach will give me a third degree burn and I will end up in hospital with a ring of fire,” the girls laugh.

“Bags not changing the dressing,” they clink their glasses together.

Every time a new group of men filter in we all put our drink menu’s up in front of our faces as they walk past.

“They should rename this place,” I scoff. The girls frown. “The Drycleaners,” they frown again. “You know where you would go to pick up a suite” they both laugh. “Seriously, look at the demographic of this place. All men, rich over thirty, in very expensive suites. Where do their wives think they are?” We all narrow our eyes as we take in our surroundings.

“Shit,” Abbie whispers. “They are all on frigging work conferences.” We nod.

“Your right, these are all men who work together. Fuckwits.” Bridget snaps.

Blondie bartender comes over, “last drinks at half price ladies.”

“Half price, these cocktails are $20.00 a pop,” I answer.

He smiles. “I know at 1.30am they double in price.”

“Why?” we all ask mortified.

“That’s when the shows start.”

We all frown, “Haven’t we been watching shows all night?”

He smiles and shakes his head. “No, I mean the real fun.” Sure enough, over the next 15 minutes we watch as group after group of men in expensive suites fill the place. So many in fact, we are flat out trying to keep up in our spying duties and some are slipping through the cracks.

“Shit, is he here?” Bridget whispers.

“I have no idea,” I answer. “I’ve lost track. I think the place is full,” as I crane my neck to look around the crowd.

“I know this is crazy, the drinks are hell expensive. Rich men are seriously stupid.”

We are all feeling quite tipsy and at 1.30 exactly the lights all go out accept the stage spotlights, silence falls on the audience. We are all experiencing a serious case of the fuzzies and very loudly shshh, shshh each other. We’re holding hands under the table and giggling, feeling quite apprehensive about what is about to unfold. Thankfully, it looks like Jeremy is a no show. The track My Pony rings out on the high powered sound system, a remixed version. Two girls walk out onto the stage and the crowd goes wild. Some of the men chant their names, it seems they have a following. The three of us sit still in silent amazement as our eyes are transfixed to the stage. A stunning brunette dressed as a hot Police woman complete with hat and baton leads a beautiful red head dressed in prisoner get up onto the stage by the hand cuffs.

“Oh Fuck,” Bridget whispers as she squeezes my hand. She is lead out and sat in a chair at the end of the runway. The Policewoman walks around her a few times, sizing her up. She bends down and grabs her by the hair pulling her head back, she bends and gives her a slow passionate tongue kiss and the crowd goes wild. Bridget hits me on the leg and when I glance at her she nods to Abbie. I look over and Abbie is so into it her mouth is open. Bridget and I get the giggles.

“Wow,” I mouth to Bridget, she nods. The police woman stands and walks around her again in a slow torture kind of build-up, the crowd goes silent again. She very slowly starts to undress the prisoner, my heart is in my throat. After what seems like an eternity she slowly slides her G String down her legs as she sucks her breasts, this shit is hot. My god, I’m getting turned on,
what the
hell?
She slowly starts to finger fuck the prisoner while she lies back into the chair. The audience are collectively holding their breath and we are sitting forward in our seats. The brunette drops to her knees and the crowd goes crazy, oh no don’t tell me.
Oh my god
. She starts to go down on the prisoner, the audience falls silent again, listening for the sound effects. I am interrupted from my lesbian fantasy as Bridget taps my leg again. I look to her and she nods towards the door and pulls up her drink menu. I grab mine quickly and peer out to see him, but to my horror the face I’m looking at isn’t Jeremy’s. My stomach drops as I watch Joshua Stanton, my Joshua Stanton walk in with a group of men. They are laughing with the girls on the door and I sit still, too stunned to react. He puts his arm around one of the girls and whispers something into her ear, she giggles and slaps him. What in the hell did he say? This night just went from hero to zero in a millisecond. Abbie has just noticed what we are looking at.

“Oh fuck.” She whispers the shock on her face evident she pulls up her drink menu. This is something I don’t want to see, the room is suddenly suffocating and I need to get out of here, like now. I watch as they enter and walk over to the stairs with the red rope. They have been here before, they know the drill. He is with six other men, all in suites. I don’t know any of them but one looks like his body guard, actually yes it is, its Ben. A bleach blond walks over and talks to them, I watch in slow motion as Joshua gets out his wallet and hands over his credit card. Oh dear god, no. They are going upstairs to the VIP room. I feel sick. I want to run over and stop him. To beg him to come home with me because I know if he goes up there I can never touch him again, it will have gone too far to go back. Silently in my head I start to pray, don’t do it baby. Please don’t do it. I start wringing my hands together under the table and I have broken out into a cold sweat. The group of men all bundle up the stairs as soon as she unhooks the rope. Just as Joshua is about to take the stairs he stops as he notices something and looks towards the stage, my eyes flick to the stage to see what he is looking at. The Policewoman is now on her knees fucking the prisoner with the baton. My eyes go back to him.
No.
I watch in horror as he clenches his jaw and cracks his neck, he’s aroused. The pain of watching the man I love become aroused by another woman, or two in this case is crippling and I put my head down onto the table unable to speak. Bridget rubs the back of my head, unsure of what to say. No I need to see this, I look back up as he calls the blonde back over and lights a cigarette. Huh, he smokes now? I watch as he says something and gestures to the stage, she nods and smiles. Just when I thought this nightmare could not get any worse, I watch as he runs the backs of his fingers from her throat down between her bare breasts and down to her G String. He rims his fingers around the inside of the waist band and gives them a jerk before he lets her go. With his cigarette between his teeth he says something and she gives him a filthy smile before he turns and heads up the stairs. I’m in shock, did that just happen? I look to my dear friends, their faces say more than words. Bridget grabs my hand and Abbie rubs my leg. There are no words for this situation, no words at all. I put my hand over my mouth, I think I’m going to be sick.

“Tash lets go baby,” Bridget whispers. “We have seen enough.” I shake my head still unable to speak. I shake again, I don’t want to leave him here I don’t want him to wreck it. “Tash come on we have to go.”

I look to the girls again, “I don’t want to leave him here please don’t make me,” I whisper. The act on stage finishes. The crowd go wild and the girls both bound up to the bar to get a drink. Blond bimbo says something to them and they both smile and head up to the VIP room, obviously at Joshua’s request. My heart drops lower than I ever felt possible. Bridget has had enough she is getting mad.

“He’s a fucking prick Natasha, just leave it. You can do a lot better.” I know they are right, if I cause a scene I will never forgive myself. It is with deep regret I allow my friends to scrape me up out of my seat and lead me out of a place that will haunt me forever, a place that has my heart splattered all over the table. A place where I saw his other side.

We sit in silence in the back of the cab everybody to afraid to speak, determined not to say the wrong thing.

“Where to ladies?” the cabbie asks. Before anyone can speak, “The nearest McDonalds” I say flatly.

The cashier is cheerful and happy, “What will it be?”

“A super-sized Big Mac meal with Coke. An Apple Pie and a Chocolate Sunday, extra salt on the fries.” I look back to my friends who are both wisely staying silent pretending to look at the menu board. Operation slim down is officially over.

Chapter 5

It’s been four
days. Four days of nothing since I saw him go up the stairway to hell. My mind is torturing me with visions of him with those two girls and what went on upstairs. The way he touched the blonde one with the backs of his fingers. Every time I close my eyes, I see it and it kills me. The way he smiled at her with the cigarette between his teeth, the way he cracked his neck. That’s the worst one, it rolls my stomach. I feel sick at the thought. A broken heart is lonely business, no one can take away the hurt. I feel so alone. I haven’t left the house other than to work, haven’t slept. I have however eaten everything on the southern side of the planet, there’s a lot to be said for comfort eating. I am full stomached and empty hearted. The emptiness is overwhelming. As I wait for the bartender to serve me my drink I notice Bridge and Abbs discussing a man standing next to me at the bar. I roll my eyes and shake my head at them. Determination doesn’t come close to the scheming these two are doing tonight. We are at the Ivy, our favourite nightclub and I am pimped up to the nines. I’m in a tight charcoal strapless dress and black stiletto ankle boots, their choice of course. I feel like Prostitute Barbie with my hair all out and full, not to mention the hooker makeup they have applied. They both want me to pick up a random guy and have a one night stand. I have been forced to listen to the benefits of this for two frigging days. They think I am only under the influence of Joshua because he has been my only one, which is probably true. I told them if they find a guy who can get me hot then I will do it. However I know this is not an easy feat, if it was I would have done it years ago. Apparently it should be someone I don’t know, but the thought of that scares me a bit. What if I get back to his house and he’s a serial killer? There are a few guys that I do know and sort of like and I know like me, maybe I should do it with one of those. I can’t believe I am even considering this. I sound like Abbie. She knows she will have sex later that night by lunch time that day, it’s totally preconceived. The poor bastard she picks is in for it, whether he likes it or not. Though I’m sure he’s not complaining. Can I really do this? I shuffle forward in the line at the bar while I think. Let’s recap, I haven’t had sex in seven years. I think I’m in love with a total asshole who fucks multiple strippers at the same time. I close my eyes as I imagine the orgy. The human imagination can be so cruel, I shiver in contempt. I need to move on, and I think the girls might be right. I do need to take control of my life and I intend on doing it tonight. How in the hell am I going to get through it? I look around the room for divine intervention as I take a deep breath. Alcohol, that’s the ticket. If I get drunk enough maybe it will take the edge off, calm my nerves so to speak. My turn comes around and I shuffle up to place my order.

“What will it be?” asks a pretty girl with massive boobs. Umm am I really going to do this? Oh shit, fuck it.

“I’ll have six Tequila’s please.”

I look around at the women seated around Ben and I at the Ivy on the deep leather lounges in a half circle. We have been here a few times, it seems Adrian’s club of choice. I’m not a fan really, the woman are all desperate and money hungry. They can smell my wallet from a mile off, attractive enough though. I smile at Ben as I listen to the two girls either side of him compliment his accent.

“Ben you sound so gorgeous when you say that, can you say it again?” My eyes roll. God, why does he tell them his real name? I rub the side of my pointer back and forward over my lips, my elbow resting on the arm rest as I listen to the small talk. I take a sip of my Cointreau and ice. I really would rather go, this red head next to me is annoying as fuck.

“So do you have an accent?” she gushes,

“No I don’t.”

“Do you live near here?”

“No,” I answer again dead pan. I can’t even pretend to be interested, in fact I’m being quite rude. Ben flashes me a dirty look, he’s obviously interested here. I frown as I rub my eyes, where the fuck is Adrian? He drags me here then pisses off, fucking typical.

“So you live in America?” she asks. I nod as I take a sip, this is unbearable. I’m going to the bar, if anything is better than sitting here with this idiot. I stand and walk to the bar without an explanation. I’m not going there, Ben is on his own with this one. Adrian finally appears through the crowd and walks over to me, he takes my drink from me and sips my Cointreau. I scowl at him, he gives me a devious smile over the rim of the glass.

“Natasha’s here.”

My eyes go wide. “What,” I snap. “Where?”

“Downstairs dancing.” Before I can stop myself, I am striding towards the stairs. Adrian is running beside me like the personal assistant that he is.

“Did she see you?”

“No,” he shakes his head. My heart has started racing at just the mention of the fucking bitch’s name. I stop on the stairs and Adrian runs into the back of me.

“Oww, what are you doing?” he snaps.

I turn to him, “Did you know she would be here?”

“No I hoped,” he smiles. “Bridget told me they often come here.”

“When?”

“At the wedding.”

I tilt my head. “Why?”

“Because you haven’t slept or eaten since we saw her in the restaurant on Tuesday. And you’re a total nightmare to be around.”

“Fuck off. Excuse me if I don’t want to play happy families with her new boyfriend.”

“He’s not her boyfriend, I already told you this. Who do you think you’re speaking to? I know you better than anyone,” he snaps back.

“Fuck off,” I mutter as I continue down the stairs two at a time. We arrive at the lounge next to the dance floor and I go straight to the bar. I’m not up for this shit tonight. I need another drink to temper my sexual attraction to her before it becomes an addiction. Whatever you call it, it’s a fucking nightmare. Adrian comes up beside me and I can’t even look at her, my nerves are shot.

“Do you see her?” I ask softly as I keep my eyes faced forward.

“Yes,” he smiles as I hand him his drink he points with his chin. “She’s over there with Bridget and another blonde girl.” He cranes his neck and does a low whistle, “Fuck she looks hot Josh.” With that comment I can’t help myself, I have to look. I turn to see her laugh out loud with a carefree flick of her hair and my insides melt. I love the way she laughs. I miss the way she laughs. Those dimples do me in, every time. She’s perfect, my eyes swipe down her from head to her toes. Looks hot is the understatement of the year, she looks fucking edible. My cock immediately twitches to attention. Why in the hell does she affect me like this? She’s wearing a tight dress that shows every curve on that beautiful body, and those tits. I haven’t seen her dressed like this before, she’s asking for it. Actually she may be begging for it by the end of the night, either that or begging me to stop. I smile as that thought crosses my mind. My eyes drop as her long muscular legs demand my attention in those sky high boots. Boots that belong around my ears while I bury myself deep inside that beautiful tight……… This isn’t good. I rub my face and turn back to the bar. Seriously fucked up shit going on here. This is unbearable, I need to get the hell out of here before I do something that I will regret. Something that will entail her being bent over the bar while I take her from behind. Hard. Where did that come from? I rub my forehead as a cold sweat breaks my brow. I can feel my willpower slipping inch by inch, moment by moment. The brain in my cock overtaking the gears of my brain, too much blood in one part not enough in the other, shit.

“Go and talk to her,” Adrian urges.

“Are you kidding? No.” I glance back as she turns her back to me and starts to dance. God that ass, fuck me. What I could do to it. My cock gets harder, this happened at the wedding, the last time I saw the bitch. Just the sight of her and I could orgasm. My heart starts racing again at the thought of what sex would be like with her. Fuck, it’s almost primal. My eyes flick back again, the urge of ownership over her that fills me is disturbing. I need to go home before I drag her kicking and screaming out of here.

I’m well on my way to drunken heaven by my fifth drink and fourth shot. I think I will be unconscious before I’m able to come through with the goods though. I’m finding it hard to even dance with men knowing what the night might hold. How do people do this regularly? At this point in my life, celibacy in a monastery is alluring. And the men. Seriously, is this the best we’ve got? Not a single person here interests me. Todd a guy we know is paying me extra attention. I think he is scenting action, either that or my suspicions tell me Abbie has told him I like him. Liar. Why is he so short? Actually he isn’t that short it’s just that I’m attracted to Amazon men, 6ft2 being my cut off, or maybe 6ft4 like Joshua. Stop it you idiot. Todd has started following me around and dancing a little too close. He keeps talking to me and because it’s so loud he has to talk into my ear. He keeps lingering a little too long after he speaks, waiting for a reaction. How in the hell do I get out of this? I’m starting to feel uncomfortable. I head to the bathroom to try and gain some distance and give myself time to think. As I sit on the toilet with the lid closed I give myself a pep talk, come on Natasha snap out of it. It’s now or never. I do suppose Todd is as good as anybody, at least there is absolutely no chance of falling in love with the dick. And anyway even if Josh did want me, do I really want to live my life having slept with one person? That’s just stupid, really stupid. I finish up and wash my hands and it’s with the last thought in my mind that I look at myself in the mirror, he doesn’t want you Natasha move the hell on.

Thirty minutes later with a serious pep talk from Abbs under my belt I find myself dancing with Todd. We have moved across the whole dance floor towards the back wall, as he keeps moving forward and I keep moving back. I can’t help it I’m really trying, but I’m just not into him at all. Just when I think it can’t get any worst he slides his hand down the length of my arm and grabs my hand. I look down at our entwined fingers and I know I have to make a decision. Sink or swim Natasha, what’s it going to be? He moves in for a kiss but I duck my head and he rests his lips on my forehead.

“Natasha look at me,” he puts his finger under my chin to bring my face up to his

“Fuck off!” I jump back in shock. My eyes widen as they fly up to Joshua, he is breathing heavily and glaring at Todd. “I said Fuck off!” he repeats. Oh shit, impeccable timing, where did he come from?

“Joshua stop it,” I stammer. Immediately my heart rate races at the sight of him. Todd goes to grab my hand, I pull it away.

“Don’t Todd,” I shake my head. Abbie is aware of the impending situation and quickly comes to my rescue, grabbing Todd’s hand and leading him away.

And there he stands, all 6ft4 inches of male perfection. Testosterone is obviously coursing through his veins as he sucks in precious air to try and calm himself. And here I stand, absolutely off the charts thrilled that my knight in shining armour has come for me. The smile on my face nearly beaming off my face. He grabs me around the waist and jerks me to him.

“You find this funny?” he snaps.

“Yes,” I smirk. That sounds ridiculous. I should be mad, I should be fuming. What I am is thoroughly thrilled. Just the sight of him, no wonder I’m not attracted to anyone else. He’s beyond beautiful, even when he is acting like a psychopathic maniac. He pulls me close and wraps his large arms around me, he puts his lips to my temple.

“Stop making me act crazy,” he whispers as his hands clasp the back of my waist.

“Act crazy, you are crazy.” I do wide eyes at him to accentuate my point as I smile.

“And that is funny because?” He looks puzzled.

“I attract crazy people Josh.” The alcohol is finally starting to kick in and I find myself woozy on my legs.

“Were you going to fuck him?” He snarls in my ear. I step back, shocked and hurt that he would think that, although it could have been true. I shake my head.

“Liar,” he snaps. His voice has dropped several degrees. He snarls again. “Tell me,” as he gives me a jerk.

“Josh stop it, let me go.” He’s beginning to frighten me. I try to pry his hands from around my waist. “Stop it,” I repeat.

“So you want to be fucked tonight, do you?” he whispers in my ear as he grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head back. Goosebumps scatter my body as his breath blows onto my neck. He jerks me again. “Answer me.” My eyes dilate as I look at his lips. I can’t help it, I slowly lick my lips and look back up to his eyes. Yep alcohols taken the inhibitions alright, too bad it’s with the wrong man.

“Kiss me,” I whisper.

He stills. “What?”

“Kiss me,” I repeat.

“That’s not a good idea,” he whispers.

“Why not?” I ask.

“Because if I kiss you I won’t be able to stop.”

“Then don’t,” I whisper again. Oh no, dog on heat act 2 happening here.

“If I kiss you, in about two minutes you will be flat on your back on the bar with those sexy little boots around my ears, while I fuck you so damn hard you won’t remember your name.” Mmm that sounds good, I look to the bar as the visual picture rolls in my head. My breath catches and I slowly look back to him. He narrows his eyes at me.

“You like the sound of that?” he frowns. I slowly nod and smile as I bite my bottom lip, my blood heats further. The next thing he is on me. I’m pushed up against the back wall as his tongue dives into my mouth. His grip on my hair painful, as he moves my head to bite my neck. His magnificent strength takes me over and his hand runs down the length of my body and moves up my skirt hitching my leg around his waist. I am losing all coherent thought and the word hoe rolls around in my head as I imagine what we must look like, people talk about girls who do this in public. The back of his fingers skims my g string, he breathes heavily into my ear. Once again he takes my lips in a seductive slow pattern as he slowly slips his fingers under my g string and rubs the backs of his fingers through my dripping wet sex.

His eyes close. “Fuck,” he whispers. Oh yes, what this man does to me. He moves his hand and grabs my behind as he pulls me forward into his waiting hard cock. God I want it. I want it now. We are suddenly bumped from the side I look up to see Josh looking at someone over my shoulder. He looks down at me and gives me a quick kiss on the lips.