Sniper

Pulling into the lot, the sign that flashed a half naked woman in bright neon lights made me want to turn around immediately and head home. But I had promised Jeremy Wick, the Master Chief I served with in the Navy, that I would come check it out. The last thing I wanted to do with my night was hang out in a smoke-filled club where women took off their clothes.

That had never been my scene, and as I walked through the doors, I cringed at the smarmy feel that washed over me. Why any man would want to go to a club and watch naked women prance around on the stage when they could put in a little effort and find a willing woman to take to bed, was something I would never understand.

“Chief, how ya doing?” I pulled my old military buddy in for a hug. It had been years since I’d seen him. He’d asked me to go in with him opening this strip club, but I had politely declined. Besides, I didn’t want to be sitting behind a desk or watching men get off in public. I wanted to do something purposeful with the rest of my life. I was used to the structure of the military and I had never wanted to leave in the first place, so finding a job at Reed Security had turned out to be a blessing.

“Sniper, it’s good to see you, man,” he grinned. Nobody had called me Sniper in years. To everyone at Reed Security, I was Chance and that was fine with me. I had given up being a sniper a long time ago. “Business is booming. I bet you’re regretting not getting in when I started up.”

“Are you doing that well?”

“Hell, I’m practically shoveling money into the bank. If I make any more money, I’m going to have to buy out the bank. How’s the security job going?”

“It’s my dream job. Money, guns, and as many pretty women as I can get.”

A woman in a thong and see-through bra walked up to Chief and wrapped herself around him. “Anything I can do for you tonight, baby?”

“Take care of my friend here. Sniper, this is one of my best dancers, Shyla.”

She was fucking gorgeous, but she looked nothing like a Shyla. Hell, I didn’t even like the name, but as far as stripper names went, it fit the bill. She had blonde hair that brushed across her breasts that were coated in way too much of that shimmery shit. The blue of her eyes was sharp, but again, she was fucking covered in makeup that made her look all caked on. Women didn’t need that shit and it was a major turnoff for me. Still, this woman was a knockout. With those long legs that were accentuated by her sky high heels, and curves that made my dick hard, she was the sexiest woman I’d ever laid eyes on. If only she didn’t work at a strip club, she would be someone that I would take home and twist up the sheets with for one night.

She looked disappointed for just a second that Chief had asked her to take care of me, but then she put a sultry smile on her face and wrapped her arms around me. If it was any other stripper, I would probably shove her off me. I didn’t do strip clubs and I had no desire to have any diseases come within ten feet of me. But the way this woman acted, she didn’t seem like a career stripper to me. I didn’t know what it was, but she looked classy. Maybe it was the way she carried herself, like she wasn’t really used to walking around naked in front of people, or the way her eyes were a clear bright blue. Most strippers that I had come in contact with were high most of the time.

I glanced down at her arms and breathed a sigh of relief when I didn’t see any track marks. Of course, now people were being more creative about how they injected their drugs. Still, she didn’t show any signs of being an addict.

“What can I do for you, Sniper?” she purred.

“I’m just here to hang with Chief and watch the show.”

“Lucky for you, I’m on in ten. I’ll look for you in the front row.”

“Sure, Shyla.”

She strutted her fine ass away from me, glancing back for just a moment, but she wasn’t looking at me. Her eyes were all for Chief. For some reason, that fucking irritated me. “Looks like one of your strippers wants a piece of the boss.”

“I never sleep with my staff. The last thing I need is a cat fight around here.” He glanced down at his watch and slapped me on the arm. “I have some business to take care of. Why don’t you enjoy the show and I’ll come find you when I’m done.” He tapped the bar, getting the bartender’s attention. “Drinks are on the house for this guy.”

“Thanks, Chief.”

He walked away, leaving me alone with the stench of sweaty sex and cigarettes. I was disgusted by being in this place, but I would never tell Chief that. He had been begging me to come check his place out for a while and I couldn’t put him off any longer.

I took my drink and sat in the front row so I could see Shyla when she took the stage. I wished I hadn’t come when I got to the front and realized that the place was packed and I didn’t have anyone to watch my back. There were too many ways for someone to sneak up on me in here. I was just about to get up and head back to the bar where I could see the whole room when the music started.

Shyla came on stage, her hips swaying and tits jiggling. I could tell that they were real when she pushed up against me earlier and they looked even better up on stage. She danced around the pole, swinging her body and bending it in ways that had me thinking about taking her home at the end of the night and trying out all those positions with her. Her ass was spectacular, but what really caught my attention were her calves. They were well defined and sexy as hell.

I couldn’t stop staring at her and when her eyes locked with mine, it was like everything started moving in slow motion. Her moves became more sensual, as if she was dancing just for me. I had never wanted a stripper before, but hell, this woman danced for me like we were already fucking in my bed. I could have thrown some money on the stage like the others, but I didn’t want a strip tease from this woman. Even though I’d never brought a stripper home, I’d gladly pay to have her in my bed just so I could feel the sweat from her body sliding against mine. Something about her just snagged me and made me watch her. I couldn’t figure out what the hell it was, but when she finished her dance, I did something I’d never done before and found my way to the hall that led to the stage.

“You can’t be back here.” I glared at the man that was standing in my way. Most definitely military. I could always tell a military man when I saw one. It was the way he stood, held himself like he knew who the biggest threat in the room was and how to take him out with as few casualties as possible. I got it. It was his job to take care of the dancers, but there was no way I was leaving without Shyla tonight.

“Storm, he’s the boss’s friend.” Shyla had walked up behind him and placed her hand on his arm, trying to calm him down. I growled when I saw the touch. She was going to be mine tonight. Shyla smirked at me and batted her eyelashes.

“Something I can do for you?”

“What time do you get off?”

“Whatever time you take me home.”

I grabbed her hand and pushed past the bouncer. I walked down the hall until I saw the dressing room and pushed the door open. “You have two minutes to grab your shit.”

Ten minutes later, we were pulling up to her apartment. It was in a shitty part of town and the lock on her door barely worked. If I jiggled the handle enough, the door would slip right open. But I wasn’t there to take care of her apartment or try and keep her safe. I was there for a quick fuck and that was it.

I dragged her back to the bedroom and pushed her down on the twin bed. She immediately shoved her ass up in the air. I pulled at the edges of her thong and ripped it in two. I probably shouldn’t have, considering where she was living, but I was hard and needed to be inside her. I quickly undid my belt buckle and yanked my zipper down, doing my best not to catch it on my dick. Grabbing a condom, I tore open the packet and rolled it on.

“I’m clean,” she said indignantly.

“You also work at a strip club, so I’m not taking your word for it.”

“I’m not a prostitute!”

“You’re acting like one right now,” I said as I shoved myself inside her. I wasn’t sure why I threw that little jab in there. It was probably because I was a little pissed at myself for wanting someone that stripped for a living. Her pussy was tight as fuck, so maybe she wasn’t lying, but I still wasn’t taking any chances. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

“It’s been a while,” she panted as I rammed into her a second time. She gripped the sheets and moaned as she rested her head on the bed. I ran my hand down her spine and then slipped my thumb into her ass. She jerked as her ass tightened around me. Holding onto her hip with my other hand, I pounded into her pussy as I pushed my thumb deeper into her ass. Soon, she was pushing back against me, fucking my dick and my thumb with desperate need.

As good as her pussy was, I wanted that ass. I pulled my dick out and pressed it lightly against her back hole. When I started to push in, she pushed off the bed. “Wait!”

I stopped pushing and fingered her clit as she adjusted.

“I don’t…I’ve never done this. I don’t want it.”

“You sure about that? When I slipped my thumb in you, your body said otherwise. You were fucking me with that ass.”

She was quiet for a moment and I took that as my cue. I shoved deep inside her, not allowing her any time to think twice about it. She let out a pained moan and I grinned. I didn’t necessarily want to cause her pain, but the way her ass tightened around me made me hard. I liked that I was the first to take her ass and I would make it good for her. Slowly, I started fucking her and played with her pussy. I could hear her crying lightly, but then her ass started to relax, allowing me to move faster. Just as I thought, within a minute, she was shoving that ass back toward me and begging me for more.

“Goddamn,” I breathed hard. “I love fucking your ass.”

“Yes,” she shouted. “Fuck it hard.”

“Baby, there’s no better way to get fucked in the ass.”

“Oh, shit! I’m coming!”

I felt like I was going to black out from the pressure surrounding my dick, but I didn’t let that stop me. If anything, it spurred me on faster. I slammed back into her a few more times, burying my cock deep inside her. I flopped down on top of her as my breathing slowed. When I felt like I could stand without collapsing, I pulled out and tied off my condom, tossing it in the trash can in the corner of the room.

“Thanks for the fuck,” I said as I shoved myself back in my pants and zipped up. Suddenly, I was very aware of the fact that I had just fucked a stripper. I pulled out my wallet and tossed two fifty dollar bills on the bed.

“What the fuck is this?” She was holding up the money and glaring at me. “I’m not a fucking prostitute. I told you that.”

“You really expect me to believe that you took me home just because you wanted to fuck me after meeting me for three minutes?” God, I was treating her like a whore now. I didn’t know what the hell was wrong with me, but that didn’t stop me from being an asshole.

“I needed to get laid.”

“And you did.”

I turned and walked out of her apartment without another word. No matter how much I just enjoyed fucking her, I wouldn’t be making the hour trip back to see her again. I didn’t date strippers and I didn’t date women that threw themselves at me in just a matter of minutes. Well, that’s what I was telling myself.