Keeping His Dirty Little Secret

Chapter 1

"Are you f*****g crazy?!"

Feliza took deep breaths; preparing herself to answer my question that I just screamed at her.

I needed to scream at her due to the reason that it's super loud and insane here. And also, taking me here to celebrate my birthday is super absurd.

What was she thinking?

"Listen, it's not that bad, Genevieve. Just take your time and enjoy."

I looked at her in disbelief. Enjoy? What the f**k does she mean by enjoy?

"What kind of gibberish are you talking about, Feliza? What enjoy? Is watching these men onstage erotically dancing while stripping their clothes off is what enjoyment for you?"

She just looked away, and disappointment ate my whole being.

What I'm seeing right now with both of my eyes is indeed an ultimate surprise.

She's out of her mind.

And oh, did I mention that she's married?

"Feliza, we should go home instead." I suggested. Feliza looked at me again. But this time, with both of her eyes wide opened.

"What? Why? Genevieve, it's really expensive here." She sounded like a child that's about to beg her mother. "I mean, I know that you're not into this kind of entertainment. But please? Just stay? Have some fun?" Her eyes were pleading mine, "Come on, I already spent a lot for this. And I earned what I spent for months. I did it for your birthday." She even pouted to support her statement that is meant to convince me.

But for pete's sake! What am I going to do here? Am I supposed to shriek too just like the other women adoring these male strippers onstage?

"What about your husband?" I asked Feliza with concern.

"What's with him?" She nonchalantly asks back.

Her answer made me look at with disbelief. What is happening to this woman? Seriously?

"Uhm, does he know that we're here? At a highly reputable male strip club?"

Feliza sighed like she was expecting me to question her. "Yeah, he knows. But he doesn't give two f***s about it, Genevieve. And I wanted to take this opportunity to forget about how awful he is being a husband to me. I wanted to forget that and celebrate your birthday with you at the same time. Can't we just agree to stay instead? It's just for one night, Genevieve. Just for one night, please?"

This time, I was the one who looked away to avoid her stare.

She only talks about her husband once in a blue moon. Whenever she wants to, and whenever she's on the mood to talk about him. I have no idea how things have been between them since they got married.

It was an arranged marriage, and Feliza had no other choice since it was also her father's death wish; to witness her get married to someone that her parents think is suitable for their daughter.

She did it anyway.

Thinking of that made me feel guilty in all of a sudden. And the other side of my brain said that I should be grateful to be here, instead of scolding her for her idea of 'ultimate surprise'. At least she made efforts, right? It's the thought that counts. Meaning she thought of me, she thought about making efforts on celebrating my birthday with me. She's my only close friend, and she has been by my side ever since I set foot on Vegas.

I gave up and sighed. If she was there at my lowest, then, I should also be beside her whatever that she's going through right now.

"Alright."

"Wohoo! Yes, girl!" She happily exclaimed.

"But I can't promise to have fun. This is literally not enjoyment for me, but I'll try to find fun in the midst of these desperate women; shrieking for the men onstage." I wheezed on that. I've never been to any strip clubs here in Vegas. But I also never imagined that it is this wild.

"Let me get us something to drink! I'll be right back!" Feliza shouted to me when the music playing became louder. Making it hard for those conversing inside this club.

I roamed my eyes everywhere as I decided to observe the whole place. Everything that I laid my eyes on looks expensive, and every detail matches its Rococo interior design. My eyes couldn't see a single thing that looks wrong inside this room.

Well, except for that one guy onstage that is almost fully... uhm, naked.

I avoided that unpleasant scenery, and looked at the other part of this club instead. I keep on convincing myself that this is not that bad. Thinking that I'm a grown woman, and that I'm allowed for this kind of entertainment.

"I'm back! Here, I brought us martinis!" Feliza handed me one of the cocktail glass that she's holding. I took a sip and my mouth welcomed its fruity taste.

Hmm, it's not so bad at all.

"So, how much did you spend on this?" I asked Feliza out of the blue.

"Just a couple hundred dollars." She casually said like it was a type doing considered as one of her habits.

I was shocked to the core, "What?!"

"Yeah! Just a couple hundred dollars, Genevieve!" She shouted before standing up with her cocktail glass on her hand. I shook my head when she started dancing to the loud music playing just like the others.

Feliza became one of them. And before I even know it, she started screaming too for the performers onstage.

I gulped.

Good Lord, what is this?

I looked away for I don't want my eyes to witness the male strippers onstage. I focused on taking a sip on my drink instead. And from time to time, I would turn to Feliza to see if she's still sane enough to stay by our table and not wanting to join the flock of shrieking birds just below the stage. And whenever I accidentally glance at the stage, I would immediately look away and look at the corner of the room where no ladies losing their minds over men erotically dancing can be seen.

I just continued drinking as time pass by. I even played on my phone to distract myself as I pretended that I'm not in this place. Feliza just kept on providing me drinks, and I didn't notice that I was already drinking shots of tequila.

"Ooh! Genevieve look! The star of the night! AHH!"

The loud music suddenly faded as a new one comes along. "Sexyback" by Justin Timberlake & Timbaland played.

Feliza became so stoked as if something rare is about to pop out and show its whole being. I look at the direction that she pointed with her finger. She pointed at the stripper that just came out from the stage; revealing himself. It made my friend pull me by my hand, and she caused my head spinning due to standing up without a warning.

The effect of tequila is acting up.

"Oh. My. God!!! He is freaking hot! I can't believe my eyes!"

Looking at the stripper onstage, I can agree with Feliza. He is indeed hot. He's not even starting yet. He's not even stripping his clothes off, yet he already caused the whole club wilding with only his appearance.

"Well, yeah. He is." I said, agreeing with Feliza.

"Right?! Oh my!!!"

The man was wearing an intricate grey mask that covers half of his face. A red velvet suit and pants. Black shiny shoes, and a bowtie around his neck.

The spotlight was on him, and only him.

He’s like the devil, but the devil being a ravishing rogue.

Everybody screams, everybody shrieks, and everybody chants his name.

"Kairo! Kairo! Kairo! Kairo!"

His name was echoing throughout the whole place. And I witnessed everything with both of my eyes how this man is the most awaited performer for tonight. I can even bet my whole life just to prove that he's the most awaited.

I trailed every detail about him with my eyes. Every feature of his face, of his body. He's pretty expensive; pretty untouchable.

"Kairo?" I asked, turning to Feliza whose eyes are glued on the man onstage.

"Yeah. Kairo, his stage name." She replied without even looking at me. She's not even blinking!

"Don't you think that he kinda looks familiar?" My question made Feliza look at me with the surface of her forehead ruined. "What? No way. I've never seen such a handsome man like him."

I shrugged it off.

She's probably tipsy now.

I agreed with what my mind told me.

Tipsy, right. How about me? Am I alright?

Wondering if I'm alright, I sat back on the soft couch and once ignored everything. Instead of joining Feliza on making shrill outcries towards that stripper, I took the bottle of tequila and drank it. And from time to time, I would drink it with lime to somehow get rid of the aftertaste.

I continued drinking with my legs crossed, and my eyes roaming everywhere.

Nothing has changed, they're still cheering for the infamous stripper. And I got a feeling that it's about to get real exciting when the lights went low, and the music switched to something slow and sexier.

My lips parted when the stripper started dancing.

Hypnotically and erotically.

The noise became louder than ever, and it was enough for me to keep my eyes on him. Even if I know that I'm starting to feel dizzy, I just keep on drinking tequila. And Feliza never failed to keep on giving me more.

I stood up when the stripper started unbuttoning his suit and the long-sleeved white polo that he's wearing. And he did that without breaking the flow of his fluid and smooth dancing. His face was relaxed, but expressive whenever he moves his hips. He kneeled down on both of his knees while still moving his body as if he's grinding and thrusting into someone.

And right there, I can feel the adrenaline rush. He's extremely good with his job, and everyone is satisfied with every move that he makes. He's good, and he's doing it effortlessly.

I wasn't able to get a hold of myself. When the chorus came, I started dancing from where I'm standing and Feliza joined me without hesitations. We continued taking shots while dancing and watching the performer do. I became observant of every dainty move that he was doing.

And I learned to love every bit of it. Every delectable bit of it.

I moved my pliant body with Feliza who's also moving her hips sexily. Both of us felt tipsy, but we didn't care. Both of us were starting to feel driven by liquor, but we also didn't care.

And she was right.

It wasn't such a bad idea afterall.

Time pass by and the stripper is still half naked, yet I'm starting to feel needy. And I want that neediness to be responded by someone who's also in need.

In need of a kiss, in need of a touch.

That's what I'm fiending for right now; someone who's willing to provide me every bit of him.

"Happy birthday again, Genevieve!!!" Feliza screamed in the middle of moving her body. "I told you, you were going to like this eventually!" I just grinned at her before drinking the last shot of tequila. "s**t, that was the last one?" I complained while looking at our messy table with limes everywhere and with a couple of empty bottles of tequila. Feliza laughed at my misery, but she gave me her card. "Go! Get another bottle! Quick!" She pushed me to get going, and I just laughed at myself too. Even if I was struggling to keep my balance, I continued walking like I'm not drunk.

When I get to face the bartender, I sat on a stool and positioned my chin on top of my palm as if I'm daydreaming.

I smiled at him.

He whistled, "Whoa. You’re drunk, lady."

I chuckled and exclaimed, "No, I'm not!"

He shook his head instead and asks, "What do you want?" I smiled ear to ear and responded a compliment that's completely out of context. "You're handsome." The bartender shook his head again, but he was grinning.

"I was thinking if—"

"A bottle of rum, please."

"Right away, mate."

I frowned when I was cut off by someone who just carelessly asked for a bottle of rum, even though I was still dealing with the bartender. And it pisses me off that the bartender ditched me immediately.

"You—" I turned to the man who interrupted me, and my mouth shut in a split second when I saw who it was.

It was Kairo.

"You." I was transfixed; suddenly lost the words that I was about to say.

"Yeah? What's with me?" He smiled at me as he sat on a stool beside mine.

"Here's your rum, mate." The bartender gave him his drink, and he immediately drank from its bottle. I keep my eyes on him as he effortlessly finished his drink. He drank it as if it was just water.

"W-Why did you interrupted me?" I stuttered, amaze by his whole being beside me.

"Uh, because I need to ask for my drink?" He said, and he gave out a deep throaty chuckle. His voice sounded playful and smoky. Looking at him, I know that I'm out of my mind, and it's all because of the amount of liquor I've taken since earlier. And so, I was feeling confident, and every fiber of my being was ignorant of the word "shame".

It led me in a situation wherein I asked him, "How much?"

That made him grin slyly. He wasn't even surprised. He looked like he's expecting me to ask him.

"A bit pricey," He unexpectedly leaned in that made me gasp. "But if it's your birthday, it's free."

I giggled, "I'm lucky then. It's my birthday today, mister." Half of his face is still covered by the mask that he's wearing. But with his face close, I didn't fail on trailing every detail with my eyes. And both of my eyes dropped on his naturally red lips when they parted.

"Oh, you are lucky indeed." I wasn't feeling shame; not even my inhibitions. All I can feel is my heart that's pounding. And his body heat that I'm wanting to fuse with mine. He's wearing a white tee, but I can still remember what's underneath that clothing.

I started to take deep breaths, "Please, take me." I whispered with my lips on his ear.

"Gladly." With that, Kairo wrapped both of his arms around my waists as he pulled me close to him. "Don't worry, they wouldn't mind." Kairo took off his mask, but I was unlucky enough to grab the opportunity to see his whole face. But that didn't matter to me. All that I wanted is to satisfy my whole being with his touch.

He buried his face on my neck, and I let out a soft moan when his lips met the surface of my skin.

"Hmm," Kairo wrapped both of my legs around him. I was a bit startled when he carried me, but when he started walking, I discarded every thought in my head. I still can't see his face, but I couldn't care less. I don't care if I will never be able to see his face.

Kairo stopped walking when we finally entered a room. I didn't even notice it 'cause I was too busy feeling his hand caressing my thigh on our way here.

The room was dark and no single light can be seen. But when Kairo dropped me, I landed on a soft mattress. The next thing I heard was the door being locked.

I bit my lower lip, "I'm excited, Kairo."

I heard his chuckle from a corner of the room. After a second, he spoke. "You can turn on the lampshade on the bedside table." I did what he told me to do. I turned on the lampshade, but it wasn't enough to light up the entire room. I can see him standing in the corner, but not his face.

"I just have one request." He politely said.

"What is it?"

"Can you close your eyes?"

I closed my eyes without hesitations. I was even smiling. "My eyes are closed now." After a couple of seconds, I heard his footsteps, close and closer. And then suddenly, I felt him beside me. I just grinned when he blindfolded me, and he made sure that it won't fall.

"Ready?" His playful voice teased me.

"More than ready." I replied, as I bite my lip.

I laid my entire body, and it didn't take long before I felt his weight on the bed. He caressed both of my thighs, and the anticipation is killing every fiber of my being.

I can't see anything, but I can feel him.

He parted my thighs, and he settled in between of them. "I'm not going to go easy on you." He said, as I feel him taking of my dress off . Pulling the strap from my shoulders down to my toes. He succeeded, and all I heard next was him cussing underneath his breath.

I remembered that I wasn't wearing a bra.

"f*****g hell."

"Ops, sorry." I giggled, amused by him.

"Damn, your body is a work of art."

I prepared myself for what's about to happen. And when I felt his lips on mine, I responded to his kisses the way that I wanted to. Biting his lower lip, and savoring the flavor of his mouth.

My hands gripped on his hair when his kisses went down of my neck. He nibbled the surface of my skin as his hands roam around my body.

"Oh," I moaned when one of his hands landed on my chest. Palming it, and squeezing it for a little bit from time to time. I can't think of anything else, but the way that he's making me feel. The way that I'm needing and wanting all of this; all of him.

I whimpered when he decided to play one of my sensitive beads. "K-Kairo, ohh." He even trailed my body with his sinful tongue. From the valley of my breasts, down to my abdomen.

I gasped when I felt his lips on the entrance of my covered femininity.

"You made him mad, darling. You made him mad that he's hard like a rock." Kairo grunted.

I just grinned and said, "Satisfy him, Kairo. Satisfy both of us."

"That's exactly what I'm going to do."

With that, he get rid of my panties using his teeth; pulling it down due to the urge of desperation. He parted my legs, and my body arched as I hopelessly whimpered when I felt him licking off the love juices of my femininity.