The other Brother

The Champagne Room

I had two more sets before the end of my shift and I’d managed to book two more private dances before s**t hit the fan. Tyler. I saw him before he saw me but when his eyes landed on me, I could see the shock written across his face. I had less than an hour before I got to go home for the night and I was hoping and praying I’d be able to avoid him for that long. What the f**k was he doing here anyway? Showing up at my place of work? Not cool. But he made his way through the club and over to me like a man on a mission that he was determined to complete by the end of the night.

“You’re dancing now?” He asked, though the answer was so painfully obvious.

“If you’re here to judge and scrutinize me, you can at least tip me out,” my tone was snappy and I immediately began to walk in the other direction, away from him. But he was quick to grab my arm and keep me from leaving. “What?!” I demanded, turning to face him and ripping my arm out of his grasp.

“I want a dance,” he requested, his tone softer than before, his stare less judgmental. “I want the champagne room.”

“What?” I was baffled at why he would bother to pick the most expensive of things. The champagne room was an upgrade from the section of small rooms where private dances were held. Champagne rooms were large with real doors and private bars. They were $100 to book.

“I want to book you for the champagne room,” he repeated, taking a step closer, determination in his voice. There was something so dominant in his body language, something almost dangerous but in a way that was just as exciting as it was scary.

I bit the inside of my cheek, momentarily debating. As much as I didn’t want to talk to him, I wanted the cash. “Fine,” I decided and grabbed his hand, leading him through the club to the open champagne room. “Sit,” I demanded, gesturing to the padded booth seat as I shut the door behind myself. He obliged.

Tyler took a seat and leaned back, making himself comfortable. His eyes wandered around the room before they found me again. He flashed a weak sort of half smile and patted the seat beside him for me to join him. “C’mon Ava, I’m paying good money for this, at least pretend you like me.”

Rolling my eyes, I made my way over to him and sat down beside him. All of the other men I’d booked private rooms with for the night had patted their laps, wanting me on top of them, not beside them. I wasn’t sure if Tyler was trying to be respectful or if he was disgusted with the fact that everyone else had seen me this way now. “What do you want, Tyler?” My tone was still short. Clearly, I was holding a grudge.

“I want a dance. Isn’t that what I’m paying for?”

I rolled my eyes at him again and shifted to straddle his lap. “No. You didn’t book a private dance,” I reminded him as I began to move my body to the beat of the music that was playing softly in the background. “You booked the champagne room. That could be anything.” I explained as I stood up and turned so that my back was facing him, I moved my hips in slow, circular motions. “A dance. A drink, a talk.” I moved back into his lap, my hands resting on either of his shoulders. “But if a dance is all you want…”

“It’s not,” he cut me off, his hands gripping tightly onto my hips. He pulled down on my body, lowering me onto his groin. He was hard, rock hard. The feeling made me clench my jaw. It wasn’t like when my first dance of the night had gotten aroused, that had been flattering but this? This was agonizing because I had had his c**k before, I was attracted to him, there was something physical there that was mutual. This wasn’t just work.

“You’re not supposed to touch me, Tyler,” I lied. As long as I was okay with touching, the clients could touch.

He leaned forward and buried his face into the crook of my neck. “Well I’ve never been much of a rule follower,” his breath was hot against my skin. One of his hands slid away from my hip and landed between my thighs where he began to slowly rub my slit up and down.

“You don’t get your rain check,” I managed to find some self control despite how badly I wanted to just let him have his way with me. My body was betraying me, so ready to be served hot on a platter for him but mentally, I was reminding myself that I was mad at him. That I could indulge in anything other than work related activities and this was not that. I pushed his hand away from my sweet spot.

“That’s not why I’m here,” he pulled his head back to look up at me, a slight frown curling at the edges of his mouth.

“Then what? Because you could have fooled me,” I pressed down against the bulge in his pants.

A small groan left him. “I wanted to make sure you were okay,” reaching up, he brushed a strand of hair away from my face and behind my ear. “How could I have possibly known you’d be….stripping?”

That was fair. I’d always been so against dancing. I’d always been just a bartender. There was no possible way he had planned to book me for a private room. There was no way he was planning on anything other than just talking. “Are you doing okay?” He was gripping my hips again, harder this time, like he was afraid I might get away. There was something so needy in his touch. “You look pale, have you eaten?” He shifted beneath my weight to sit up straighter and his arms wrapped around my waist, holding me in place. “Let me take you to dinner, when do you get off?”

“Tyler,” I gave a heavy sigh. I wanted to forget about him and Trent, not entertain the idea of either of them. I wanted to move on with my life, find some sort of independence. “I’m fine. I’m going home after this. It’s late.”

“Home where?” He leaned forward, pressing a string of soft little kisses against my breasts.

“It doesn’t really matter where. I’m safe. I’m doing what I need to do to get on my own two feet,” it was none of his business where I was staying.

His arms unraveled from around me to cupped my face. He leaned in, stealing a kiss. It was soft at first but he deepened in, his fingers finding my hair and tangling in my curls. His teeth caught the swell of my lower lip and gave a small tug. “I want you, Ava,” he hissed out. “I can’t stop thinking about you.” He reached for my ass and gave a hard squeeze to both of my cheeks. “Let me take you out.”

“No,” though it was only one syllable, I was having a hard time speaking it, my breathing losing its usual steady pattern.

“Then come stay the night with me.” His thumb hooked into the strap of my thong just along my hip.

“I can’t,” I sucked in a shaky breath, dipped my head down and found his lips once more. As our lips worked in perfect unison, I reached down and began to unbutton his pants. I pulled down the zipper and slowly eased myself off of his lap until I was on the ground on my knees between his legs. Reaching forward, I tugged his pants and boxers down just enough to free the monster c**k his clothing had been hiding.

I didn’t waste any time, I wrapped my hands around length and I leaned forwards, spitting on his tip before using my hands to massage the saliva onto him, making his c**k nice and slick.

“A-Ava….” He panted, weak beneath my touch. It was empowering in a way.

Dipping my head down, my lips wrapped around his c**k, my eyes locked on his as I tasted him. There was already precum dripping from his tip. “f**k,” he hissed out, his hand finding the back of my head, his fingers curling into my hair, pulling it slightly.

I began to bob my head up and down, thrusting his c**k in and out of my warm, wet mouth. I could only fit half of his size inside my mouth, I stroked the rest with my hand. His groans were like music to my ears. “Yeah baby…” he breathed, his hips bucking up and forcing his c**k down my throat. I gagged on his size, his thickness blocking off my throat and cutting off my ability to breathe. “Just like that, you’re such a good f*****g girl.” His hips thrusted up again and again, effectively f*****g my throat.

With one hand still on the back of my head, his other gripped onto my throat. My eyes watered from gagging, my skin going flush with my desperation for air. “f**k baby, show me how good you can take it.” His grip on my hair tightened and I grasped onto the sturdiness of his thighs. I was breaking so many rules and it was my first day, I hoped there were no cameras in here or that no one would walk in and catch us in the act.

Suddenly, he pulled my head back, pulling out his c**k and letting go in my throat. I gasped for the air I needed. He picked me up and pulled me onto his lap, kissing me hard, hungrily. “I told you I was going to make that p***y mine, Ava,” he reminded me, his voice almost a growl. “I meant that.”

He didn’t give a warning or wait for my permission, instead he pulled my pink panties to the side and bucked his hips upwards, his wet, hard c**k slamming into me. I moaned out loudly but he was quick to cover my mouth with his hand to muffle the noise. I was thankful for his quick thinking. If we were too loud, security would barge in and we’d both be in trouble. “Shhhh,” he warned, slowly lowering his hand once he knew I was in control of myself again.

He pulled my hips down into him, forcing me to take his full length inside and I gasped, my inner walls pulsating as they adjusted to his long, fat c**k buried ten inches deep inside my cunt. “You feel that?” He cooed into my ear. “You feel how f*****g hard I am for you?” His c**k was throbbing inside of me, his teeth nibbling at my ear lobe. “You did that to me.” His hips thrusted up, he was balls deep now. “So whatever you think I meant by asking for a rain check, whatever bruised your pretty little ego,” another thrust up, harder this time, our skin slapped together and he covered my mouth again to muffle something close to a scream. “Get it out of your head because you're wrong.”

I pushed his hand off of my face and repositioned myself over him. I wanted to be in control now. Slowly, I began to bounce on his c**k, pushing it in and out of myself, letting it stretch me open, my slower pace really allowing for me to feel each and every inch of him. He held onto my hips meanly as I f****d him. I knew I’d have bruises shaped like his finger prints come tomorrow.

Gradually, I picked up the pace, riding him faster, thrusting him in and out, my ass slapping against his thighs. He began to buck his hips up beneath me, meeting my every thrust, making every movement harder, faster, deeper. He crushed his lips against mine, this time to silence the both of us as we moaned out. His c**k seemed to somehow grow even harder inside of me, I knew it meant he was close. “f**k,” I heaved against his mouth, breaking the kiss. “Come on Ty, c*m for me.” I coaxed.

His grip on my hips tightened his short nails digging into my skin and suddenly, hurriedly, he hoisted me off of his lap to pull his c**k out before setting my back down. c*m spewed from his length, erupting like lava and landing on my inner thigh and the crotch of my underwear. “God dammit,” he swore beneath his breath, panting heavily. “f**k,” he whispered near my lips.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.