A Beautiful Kind of Hope (A Beautiful Kind of Series Book 1) Page 3

  A few minutes later the music changes and the crowd deliriously goes wild screaming the name Butterfly, that gets my attention, making me turn towards the floor where I see a beautiful young woman making an appearance towards the center stage, circling the floor while swaying her body as Beyoncé’s, ‘Naughty Girl’ echoes around.

  I glance at her taking her in, her beautiful luscious body moving on the stage swaying her hips to the beat. I can’t silhouette much of her appearance since everyone around the stage has their hands stretched towards her but I can tell you that the lights up on the stage makes her mocha skin glitter, she has long graceful legs that I would like my fingers to trail while she wraps them around my hips. The way she moves up on that stage in sexy as fuck and still commanding.

  I keep staring at her, wishing like hell for her to glance my way so I can see her face, to calm the raging storm that is building up somewhere inside me. I know I just met her, actually we haven’t met officially and I’m a few feet away from where she’s swaying her body in a seductive manner, I wish I was that nude lingerie that she’s wearing leaving nothing to the imagination. The urge to take her away from this place is driving me insane. I’m so lost in her that I don’t notice anything or anyone in this room apart from the countless fingers that are stretched out shamelessly almost grazing her body, a body that has my insides doing things I’m not familiar with as I nip on my lower lip wishing I was Aladdin and I could rub the legendary magic lamp making everyone in this room disappear apart from her.

  I hear people screaming Butterfly over and over again that makes her reach for her breasts, cupping them in her hands and then she slowly looks up and I assume her gaze is on me since her eyes are covered in a mask at the exact time Beyoncé sings, “I see you look me up and down and I came to party” everything else evaporates. She reaches behind her nude lingerie top and pulls the strings and does the same to the strings around her neck as the top slowly falls to the floor exposing her perfect, full, round firm breasts while she tugs on her hard-erect dark nipples.

  I feel like all the oxygen has been sucked out of the room the minute I lay my eyes on her beautiful bare chest and I lose all awareness of everything around me as it all stands still including the music she’s dancing to, all I can see is her body swaying, seducing me as hands try to trace her body and my blood seems to travel south when she palms her breasts and rolls her nipples between her fingers, her eyes on me and then licks her lips taking the lower one between her teeth.

  Fuck!

  I clench my fists as the need to move towards her and break every hand that’s trying to touch her as I gorge their eyes out of their sockets overwhelms me. How can a stranger affect me this much? I can’t say I’m drunk, God I’m not even there yet. Apart from the two beers I had earlier while having dinner, I haven’t taken another pint and I really don’t care what my friends have ordered because I can’t seem to tear my eyes away from this woman who’s slowly seducing me to a point where my dick is painfully hard underneath my pants.

  The moment is interrupted when a foreign hand squeezes my shoulder, I don’t know who it is and I don’t care either because I’m so mesmerized by the beauty that stands a few feet away, swaying her hips her eyes covered in a butterfly mask and I want to know, not want. I need to know the eyes behind the mask, I want to be able to see how they look when they gaze into mine.

  The hand on my shoulder squeezes again this time harder but I don’t feel it, it’s like all my senses have left my body straight to Butterfly that’s when I see Leo, pulling a seat in front of me and the only movement I can see are his lips moving meaning he was saying something, talking to me as I try to move to the side and continue looking at her because that’s all I need in this moment. Butterfly.

  Hope

  “Once upon a time there was a cute little boy who lived with her Mama, he had everything going for him because his Mama made sure to provide everything for her little main man…” I continue telling the story until I feel some slow breathing and Nelly’s voice coming over the phone. “He’s asleep?” I ask.

  “Yes, like two minutes ago” Nelly says.

  “Okay. Thank you, Nelly. I don’t know how I could have done this without you.” I say. I can’t pay her enough for being there for my family. I disconnect the phone and get ready for the night. I have two shows before I can call it a night. Five minutes later I hear Frank announcing my name. Frank is the DJ on our busy nights, he’s a nice guy to work with and he tends to be protective of us just like Molly.

  “Ladies and gentlemen,” he announces before he chuckles “not like we have many ladies tonight…” I hear the crowd laugh.” Well you all know her, the way she moves commanding the floor like she owns it.” He rumbles through the microphone. “The one and only, Butterfly.” He says and starts playing my entrance song as the men go wild whistling and yelling my name others screaming how much they love me and would like to take me to bed when I enter the dance floor, I don’t miss the women’s voices wishing I could teach them how to dance.

  I shake my head and move to the beat as “Naughty Girl” by Beyoncé surrounds the room, that’s when I feel it, like someone is watching me, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up goosebumps all over my body. With the room packed I can’t seem to stop myself from looking around luckily, I have the mask on so I don’t seem to be staring at anyone in particular. I swing my body to the beat and that’s when I look up from the crowd I was entertaining in front of me and my eyes land on him. His eyes on me, one of his hands rubs on his chin and I just take him in. His dark jeans, his other hand resting between his spread thighs clenching and unclenching as if trying to stop himself from something.

  His eyes on me set me free and everything around me seems not to exist. I do things I’ve never done on stage. I start reaching behind my back my fingers pulling the strings of my nude lingerie top reaching around my neck pulling the strings there as my top drops on the floor. I should be disgusted with myself but I’m not. It’s like he’s the only one in the room looking at me, drowning in his gaze as he licks his lips making something snap inside me and my walls come down right in front of me.

  His eyes go wide, his gaze on me as he drags his eyes along my body and I lose it. The men who come here never give the kind of look this guy is giving me even from across the room. It’s like he can see the real me, not butterfly, but Hope. I palm my breasts fondling them as I feel their weight under my hands before tugging on my nipples, rolling them between my thumb and index finger and I get carried away with my teasing until the music comes to a stop and the room goes dark and I leave the stage with one thought on my mind. Him. The man I’ve felt like I just stripped for.

  Once back in the room, I head to take a shower because I’m all sweaty from the men who were busy trying to rub on me with their filthy hands… I shake my head because I don’t like what I do and tonight I’ve broken one rule; “Thou shall not strip in front of a crowd” but I never saw the crowd, I saw him. Just him. Someone knocks on the door when I come out from the shower and Molly walks into the room.

  “You’ve got a private show,” she yells since the music is loud. She comes into the dressing room closing the door behind her. “We’ve got a birthday boy tonight and his friends specifically asked for you.” I hear Molly say as my head travels back to the man I saw earlier and I don’t think I’m able to have a private show with him messing with my brain. I don’t know him and I can’t tell what drove me to the point of going topless in front of everyone.

  “Did you hear me?” Molly interrupts my thoughts and I stare at her in the mirror and just nod the minute she looks at me. “Ten minutes,” she says before leaving the dressing room but pauses and turns back to look at me, one hand on the door knob. “I know you don’t like this sort of show Hope, but you and I know that you need this money more than anybody else out there.” I just nod because I can’t form any words in my head.

  I walk towards my locker opening it, I pick up my pale-blue
bikini set and body lotion. I love my lotion since Michael tells me I smell like strawberry and his baby oil. I lotion myself before putting my bikini on and locking my locker. I give myself another look in the mirror and fix my hair that is all long and curled around my shoulders before grabbing my silk robe, closing the door behind me as I leave the dressing room and head towards the private room.

  The lights are dimmed as I enter the room and I pause when I see him. I can trace the face of the man sitting on the black sofa. He isn’t so heavily built but everything about him is obscenely perfect at the same time screaming sin. From the broadness of his chest leading down to a lean waist where he has his white dress shirt tucked into his dark jeans he stretches his long graceful legs, spreading them apart and placing one hand on his thigh while the other hand is clenched beside his other thigh. The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up exposing his forearms his brown skin looking smooth and I want to feel the texture of his skin beneath my palm.

  I turn and close the door behind me snapping the lock in place, something we’re not allowed to do in case something was to happen, that’s me breaking another rule while everything in me tells me I can trust this man, the man had me go topless a while ago.

  “So, you’re the birthday boy?” I tease grabbing the remote on the wall and putting on some music, Bruno Mars “Show Me” fills the air and I put it on repeat. His friends paid for an hour and I’m wondering what I’m supposed to do with that one hour apart from entertaining the stranger in front of me. He must have paid a fortune I think to myself but who cares, I need the money and he wants to have a good night so I let the music relax me as I move towards him.

  Slowly and teasingly, I remove my silk robe and let it fall on the floor as I move towards the man who has my adrenaline out of place and start dancing, swaying my hips slowly as I caress my thighs before moving between his legs and turn around so my back is facing him, my partially covered ass on full display as I bend down slowly, touching my toes and wiggling my ass I hear him groan. Nice.

  I shake my ass circling it before I push myself behind and sit on his lap where I feel his bulge beneath me, so hard, it makes me catch my breath nipping on my lower lip. I do the lap dance all the time but never in the one year I’ve worked here have I ever felt the electricity and something else that I can’t tell run up and down my body till it hits somewhere deep in my heart. My ass glides on his already hard cock, poor man.

  I feel his calloused hands palming my thighs his fingers digging into my flesh as that same feeling combined with the electricity shoots up my spine, straight to my head and then all over my body heating me up, warming my insides as I start to lose it. I’ve felt countless hands on my body but not to this point, none have ever made me feel this way and this man, God, he has me bringing down my walls and wishing I could have more, more of his touch all over my body till I can’t get enough.

  I’m not sure how long we stay like that, feeling him beneath my ass. His fingers raking my thighs and across my ass cheeks, I lean behind and wrap my hands around his neck so my back is pressed on his chest as I take control over my movements and he whispers things that I can’t quite make out, moaning and whimpering, his warm breath blowing on my skin behind my ear. The movement is sensual, intimate at the same time and I become desperate when he doesn’t touch me anywhere else apart from my thighs. I release him and stand from his lap turning around so I can face him as I pull the strings of my bikini top and the piece of cloth falls on the floor. I stand bare in front of him as I watch him lick his lips making my heart race, I lean in, my lips inches from his but pull away before I get carried away and straddle him instead, taking his hands placing them on my breasts a small moan escapes my mouth the moment he squeezes them gently. I start lap dancing on him trying to push away the thoughts that are fighting in my head as I remind myself why I’m doing this, why the private show. Michael, my mother, the bills and…

  My thoughts are cut short the moment his thumb grazes on my right nipple as his other hand fondles my other breast rolling the hard peak between his fingers and my head falls back as my pussy clenches tightly, making me moan and shutting my eyes as I live in the moment, feeling his hands caressing me. I don’t care how exposed I am before him, but this… God, I want him to taste me but if he does that, I’ll be breaking every rule I know, going against every wall I’ve built around me even when I know I’ve broken a few rules of my own and now, I’ve just broken another one by letting him touch me. But I want more.

  I lift my head up and look at his eyes and find them looking at where his fingers are busy fondling my dark nipples and I moan loud, loud enough to have him trail his eyes up and gaze at me, his hard cock pressing hard beneath his pants. I don’t allow myself to touch him because that will be breaking another rule no matter how tempting it is.

  I lift myself up and brace myself at the back of the sofa as I slither on his hardness, teasing him with my pussy and his head falls back, closing his eyes he doesn’t stop his torture on my nipples and I pull myself up so my breasts are inches away from his mouth. He releases one nipple and I let it graze on his stubble across his jaw, sending shivers down my spine. I do it again and again and before I know it, his hands find the strings of my lingerie panties and slowly tugs them as the material falls between my legs. I’m completely naked and that arouses me, making my pussy throb

  I rub myself over his thigh and get lost in the moment to a point that I don’t realize he has turned me upside down in one swift move so my hands are pressed on the ground supporting my weight, my tits are pressed between his legs on the sofa and his head is between my legs. Legs that are now spread open exposing my pussy to him and he blows at my opening. The cool air is enough to have me convulsing but I have to keep it at a professional level which I can tell is next to impossible since we can both tell who’s in charge now.

  This is work, I tell myself and reality checks in when a picture of Michael and my ailing mother laying on her bed not able to tell who I am anymore comes to mind. I take control and give him quite a show but it doesn’t last for long because he grabs my ass cheeks and squeezes hard and I’m sure he’ll be leaving his handprints by the time he releases me. I whimper before I feel a swipe of something soft and wet between my folds. He does it again, this time I wrap my hands on each of his legs and hold on tightly as I surrender. I surrender myself to a total stranger, a stranger who has his tongue working between my folds.

  His tongue is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, not that I’ve ever had anyone going down on me. I’ve played with myself countless times but my fingers cannot be compared to his tongue. He swirls his tongue around my folds parting me wide with his fingers, his tongue licking me flat and I can’t help but tighten my inner muscle the moment his tongue dips inside me. I know I should be self-conscious especially with that one part of me that has always made me feel like I’m not like the other women, my engorged clit. I should… oh God…

  “Please,” I hear myself begging. I don’t know what my begging is for and I don’t know if he’s heard me with the music still playing but whatever spirits are around us makes him spread me wide, blowing on me and then tongue-fucking me slowly, teasing my opening as he thrusts his tongue inside me before spinning me around, still in the same position only this time, I’m able to see his face, his arms are wrapped around my waist supporting me so my ass is below his chin, my legs spread on each side of his shoulders and my pussy… Fuck, his lips are brushing my opening and that’s a turn on for me. He swipes his tongue again between my folds making me nip on my lower lip, no man has ever gone down on me and this is all novel to me, so intense I don’t want him to stop.

  I gaze at him as he drags his tongue slowly, teasing me along my length, his eyes on me as his mouth gets coated with my wetness and I start climbing with every swipe of his tongue while he licks me and sucks on my engorged clit. I whimper and wiggle but he doesn’t stop as I feel the vibrating groan of his chest beneath my ass. I close my eyes savoring ever
y moment, feeling every swirl of his tongue as he licks me good, sucking on my clit harder like it’s some sort of lollipop, sucking on my wetness as if it were some sort of nectar, quenching his thirst and I lose it.

  He releases one of his arms from the tight grip around my waist as his fingers reach for one of my nipples, rolling it between his fingers increasing the pressure, tugging on the hard peak and I moan loudly when his lips tug on my clit. The way his mouth and fingers work simultaneously has me soaring so high that I’m afraid of how hard I’ll fall once I reach the edge. He thrusts his tongue deep inside me at the same time pinching my nipple and I open my eyes as I watch him flatten his tongue along my length, dragging it, licking my wetness before sucking on my clit hard then softly. My night was not supposed to be like this, I was supposed to be the one in charge here but looking at him from my angle as he plays with my most cherished treasure has it doing things to me, things that can’t be avoided, things that are now making me wonder what will happen to me after he’s done with me.

  I dig my nails into his thighs the minute he nips on my sensitive bud making me come hard, so hard that I can’t tell if I’m soaring or falling as my orgasm hits me like an earthquake making me tremble like a leaf under him and he doesn’t stop licking me. He continues the sweet torture, dragging another orgasm out of me that has my eyes going to the back of my head, everything clears in my head leaving me unable to think but feel. Feel everything that he’s doing to me, luckily his arm is wrapped tightly around me since I don’t know how I could have survived balancing myself while I shudder under his watch.

  He pulls his mouth from my pussy blowing on it and I quiver. Then he pulls me in his arms and I find myself sitting on his lap naked, unable to move as I lay my head on his chest and listen to his heart beating so hard underneath his shirt. He holds me, his fingers stroking my hair lightly till I calm down before laying me on the sofa. For a moment I think he’s going to wake up and leave but no, he just stays there, watching me as I come down from my high and back to the present. A smile spreads across my face but that fades away so quickly when he leans in the light from the neon sign makes me realize who he is.