The Stripper’s Prince

Home Visit

Anthony’s POV:

I look out the window and admire the passing scenery. I’d never been to Pennsylvania before so this was a new experience for me.

The music played softly in the back and I turn to Tara, whose in the Driver’s seat. She’s so beautiful when she’s focused on something. Or when she’s doing nothing really. I mean she’s gorgeous, and lucky me, she’s all mine. I gently rub up her thigh and she shoots me a warning glance.

“Don’t even try it! I’m driving so no horny stuff mister.”

I pout and she laughs, flashing those brilliant whites.

“Don’t be sad baby, I promise you can have all the kitty you want once we’re settled at the house.”

I smile so wide, I think my cheeks will get stuck.

We drive for another 20 minutes before pulling up to a large two story brick house. The roof is a nice shade of light gray and the lawn has a flower garden with statues and whine chimes. It looks something out of a fairytale and I’m in complete awe at the structure.

“Take a picture it’ll last longer” she says and I stick out my tongue while she laughs.

We ring the bell and I suddenly see her tense up. I’m not sure what’s wrong but she seems like maybe she’s rethinking coming here. I grab her hand and we intertwine our fingers as I hear someone approaching the door. She relaxes and smiles at me and the door swings open. A short white lady with silky black hair and hazel eyes greets us with a wide smile.

I’m confused as I see the lady and my girl hug.

“Hey mom”

My eyes widen.

“Your mom is white?”

“Yeah and you’re white too. So what?” She asks with an eyebrow raise.

I feel my face heat up as her mother starts laughing.

“She looks more like her father but let’s not talk about that bastard. You must be the boyfriend!”

“Yes ma'am” I beam proudly while squeezing her hand just a little tighter. They both seem to blush at my actions.

“Well come on in, get out the cold. We’ve got hot chocolate waiting.”

We step in and the house looks just as cozy on the inside as it does the outside. Two men approach, coming into the living room where we were standing. The older one smiled a happy smile and the younger one narrowed his eyes before looking at us hold hands.

Now he just looked straight up pissed.

“How you doing there son?” Her step father greets me and we shake hands. We smile and talk and get along nicely. Tara looks at us with pride...and dare I say love? She snuggles into my arms and happily chats away with the two of us.

Her mother goes to get the drinks when suddenly the younger guy coughs.

“Who is that and what is he doing here?”

“Brent be nice” her mother says, retiring with a tray of hot chocolate.

“Anthony, that’s Brent, her step brother. Brent, that’s Anthony, Tara’s boyfriend.”

We eye one another and it’s clear he would never be able to take me on in a fight. I smile looking down at him and he gives me a dirty look before smiling at Tara.

“Hello beautiful, I’m glad you decided to move back home. Now you’ll always be near me like old times.” He smiles and suddenly I feel Tara start to shake.

Something isn’t right.

“I’m not moving back, I was only visiting for a week but since your here, we’re leaving tomorrow night” she hissed angrily.

“What? Honey you can’t do that!” Her mom pouts

“I don’t want to stay in the house I was raped in. Especially not with the rapist being here too. I can’t believe you haven’t kicked him out. You’re a poor excuse of a mother” she spits and I’m taken aback.

Did I hear her correctly? Rape? Yo what the f**k?! Suddenly I was infuriated.

“You did that to her and have the balls to be here?! If you come near her or talk to her ever again I’ll rip your f*****g head off” I say about to charge into him when Tara grabs my arms and looks into my eyes. She looks ready to cry and I hug her with tears of my own.

Her mother just sighs and leaves the room while her step father looks at his son with disgust before leaving. I guess since Tara couldn’t prove anything, they didn’t kick him out. But they should have because there’s no way she’d lie about this. Now I see why she never talks about home….this is depressing.

“Come on, I’m tired” she says and I follow her up the stairs. I shoot the scum bag a warning glance to keep a distance before continuing after her. We step into what appears to be her old room. We put our bags down and when I turn around I see her staring at the bed. As if she was afraid.

“I’ve cleaned that bed a million times and changed the covers and sheets even more times than that...but I just can’t deal with this. I can’t ever clean away the memory.”

She looks down and I feel like s**t until I think of something. Without saying anything, I take off my clothes and jump on the bed, looking back at her. She looks confused but I just smirk.

“Let’s create new memories on this bed, and the old ones will disappear forever baby” I say and slowly she smiles. Following my lead, she strips down and joins me before we start making love.

She moans as I pound into her and I enjoy it until I feel weird, like I’m being watched. I continue pleasing her until I see a figure sitting on the tree branch right outside her window. Anger burning in the person's eyes as they stare into my soul.

“Who the f**k is that?!” I shout and when she follows my gaze, she jumps up and screams.