Who: Shan and Caden, Part 1 When: Late night 6/16 into early morning 6/17 Where: Atlantic City Warnings: NSFW Status: Complete
Atlantic City was everything Caden needed. It checked all of his boxes to get over Roxy; gambling, liquor, and strip clubs. He and Max were having a hell of a time and Caden was actually up a couple hundred dollars. That was generally when a sane person would stop and just walk away with the winnings, but Caden wasn’t feeling very sane. Instead, he was feeling very, very drunk. Drunk and happy.
At some point, Max had wandered off after some blonde so Caden slipped into one of the clubs alone and took a seat. He ordered a scotch and settled back, relaxed and wondering if he needed to even go back to Point Pleasant after this. He could get a job here and say fuck all to his family. They’d probably be better off without him anyway. The town was just too fucking small and he wasn’t in the mood to risk running into Roxy, which he knew he would at some point.
But for the moment, he wanted his drink so he could get to the point of passing out for the night. Maybe he could get into a fight somewhere. Pain always helped him feel better when things went to shit.
As he waited, the dancer on stage finished up and gathered up her discarded clothes and cash that had been tossed at her. The next dancer was named… Shan De Leers? Chandelier? Caden snickered and took the offered drink from the waitress, ready to see what Ms. De Leers had to offer, if anything.
Shannon Murphy wasn’t having a great day, herself. Her boss had been on her ass the second she’d walked through the door, bitching about some shit she was barely even listening to. Then she’d lost one of her falsies and had to ask a bunch of other girls until she found a spare set. And then her last customer had gotten handsy during his lapdance and hadn’t even tipped her well. Motherfucker. Shan was going to remember that douche’s face. She was buzzed at least, on a couple of pills that Gloria had fronted her, and her THC vape pen. That was helping.
She looked hot though, as usual, her long glossy brown hair done up in curly pigtails, six inch stiletto boots, and one of her favorite black lace bra and panty sets. Shan was glad to get back onto the pole instead of doing crowd work. There were more eyes on her that way, and she was better at dancing on the pole than she was chatting up gross assholes. When it was time, she touched up her red lipstick and adjusted the leather collar around her neck and hurried toward the stage to wait for her cue.
When the music shifted to her playlist, Shan put a cocky smirk on her face and strode out onto the stage. The first song was slower and full of bass, and she took her time approaching the pole, hips swaying. She didn’t pay attention to the audience at first, intent on slipping into the beat of the music and her routine. She put a hand on the cool metal of the pole and took her first spin, the little jump in her stomach putting her further into the right mindset.
The new dancer was one Caden found to be worth his time and maybe his money. She had an amazing body and cock-sucking lips and Caden was glad Max had wandered off so he could watch her in silence. Thoughts of Roxy were drifting further from his mind and he sipped his scotch, not caring much that it was the cheap shit. Atlantic City wasn't exactly Vegas. But it was good enough for him and so was the woman on stage. Shan De Leers. He wondered what her real name was and hoped it wasn't something ridiculous like Candy or Harmony.
This was Shan’s favorite spot in the club, and she was sure it showed as she climbed higher on the pole. She’d always enjoyed being the center of attention, and she was good at this type of performance. A lot of the girls just kind of pranced and danced around the pole while they stripped, but Shan liked to show off with more complicated spins and holds. It made her feel strong and sexy, and that tended to get her more tips. Once she was high enough, she gripped the pole with her thighs and let her torso bend backwards into space while she spun in a slow circle, hands running over her neck and breasts. She was into the music now, and the feel of her body, and she opened her eyes to take in the crowd. Even upside-down, she spotted a guy near the front who was watching with particular intensity. Shan got upright again and spun her way down to the ground once more, her eyes drawn back to the guy. He was cute, which was a rarity even in Atlantic City. At least in their club. Shan gave him a smile as she danced a bit, one hand slipping behind her to undo the clasp of her bra. She turned her back to the audience to slip it off, bending over to distract them with her thonged ass for a moment as she let the lacy fabric drop to the stage.
Caden definitely appreciated a woman who wasn't scared to show off her strength. So many strippers just took off their clothes and shook their asses or breasts but this one wanted to put on a show. When he caught her eye, Caden smirked a little and took another drink from his glass. The sight of her bra coming off got his blood pumping harder and for a few moments, at least, he felt like the only one in the club. Maybe this one gave private lap dances. He was a hell of a lot more willing to give her money for that than just tossing a few bills onto the stage.
She decided that he was the one to dance to tonight, at least for this round, so when Shan straightened up and turned, her hands covering her tits, she sauntered closer to where he was sitting. She crouched at the edge of the stage, knees wide and a little smirk on her face as she lifted her fingers to give him a peek of her nipples. Shan winked at him, then stood to shake her tits at the rest of the audience before she went back to the pole.
Shan danced through another song, eating up the whoops and whistles and trying to work those dollar bills out of as many men as she could ... but her eyes kept coming back to the cute one. He wasn’t paying out, but he looked hungry, so she hoped he stuck around when she got back onto the floor. Her set ended and she blew kisses as she gathered up her cash and clothes and swayed her way off stage.
Her boss, Frank, was in the hallway to the dressing room, with some of his special brand of coaching -- “Hey Murphy, get your fat ass back on the floor. No breaks, y’hear me?” -- and Shan rolled her eyes at him and told him to fuck off. She ducked through the door and took a few minutes to freshen up, tightening up her pigtails and slipping into a sheer lace robe to slightly cover her tits. Shan blew a kiss to herself in the mirror and then headed back out into the club, intent on getting a drink and finding out if the cute guy wanted a dance.
Caden ordered another drink as soon as the waitress wandered back to him but he kept his gaze on the area where he had spotted dancers slipping in and out. Either this "Shan De Leers" would be back on stage shortly or she would wander out onto the floor with the rest of them. He wasn't going to get up and go searching for her. Caden liked it when women came to him. Or at least he had before getting with Roxy. It felt strange to be back on the market, so to speak, but if he could enjoy this night without the guilt, then why wouldn't he? Roxy made her choice. He could do whatever he wanted now. Whoever he wanted. And when Caden spotted the woman finally enter the club from somewhere in the back, Caden kept his gaze on her. He had a feeling that whatever money he had left in his wallet would soon be gone and it would be well worth it.
It was a decently busy night, but no one diverted Shan’s attention as she got her drink from Ricky behind the bar and then headed for the table where her new fan was sitting and staring at her. He hadn’t tipped like a fan so far, but sometimes guys held onto their cash for more individual attention. Either that, or he was cheap. Or broke. If it was either one of those, she would encourage him to leave, so she hoped he was just saving his bills for her. It was always a nice change of pace when the guys wanting a lapdance were young and cute instead of old and gross. Shan’s smile was genuine enough as she approached him, sipping from the tiny straw in her drink. “Hey sugar,” she greeted, perching her ass on the edge of the table. Shan was pleased to see he was still hot, even up close and without the stage lights in her eyes. “Enjoying the show?”
Sugar. The name made his chuckle deep in his throat, though she may not have heard it over the music. He knew how strippers operated, what they were after. It was his wallet they wanted, so why not butter him up first? He eyed her, happy to see that she wasn't caked in makeup and glitter. There was nothing worse than having a woman grinding on you and leaving behind whatever the fuck they bathed themselves in before going on stage. "It wasn't bad," Caden said, his eyes still on hers. "But I think you can do better." Preferably without such a large audience. "What do you think?"
It never hurt to flirt to grease the wheels, but there was something in this guy’s smirk that gave her a little tingle in her stomach. Shan arched her back a bit as he looked her over, putting forth her best angles out of habit more than anything else. His answer made her laugh before she took another sip of her drink. She set the glass down and leaned in closer to him. “Oh I can,” Shan told him in a purr. “Would you like to find out how much better? There’s a private room free.” She nodded off to one side where the so-called champagne rooms were. They were less rooms and more curtained-off booths, but they did the trick. Shan let her hand slip off of the table to brush against the top of the guy’s thigh.
Caden was feeling just drunk enough that he actually felt eager to go with her. He had never cheated on Roxy, not even so much as a lap dance at Cherries. But all of those restrictions felt gone now and Shan was gorgeous and clearly willing to do whatever it took to get Caden's wallet out of his pocket. That was enough for him. He knocked back the rest of his drink and set the glass down before gesturing at her as he moved to stand up. "I've got pretty high expectations now," he warned her. "Try not to disappoint me."
Shan laughed lightly again as she stood up and turned to lead the way, rolling her eyes to herself as soon as her back was to the guy. This one knew he was cute, she assumed, which so often led to such an entitled attitude. But she would indulge it, because she had bills to pay, and she might actually enjoy this dance for once. Hopefully had the cash to back up his mouth. Shan led him through the club toward the black velvet curtains and the burly man standing guard at the entrance. “He’s with me,” she said to the bouncer, and slipped inside the curtains. It was dark as hell back there, only a single colored light hanging above each curtained-off alcove -- red, blue, purple ... Shan peeked into the purple booth and found it empty, so she held the curtain open for her client, flashing him a smile in the dimness. “Have a seat,” she murmured, nodding to the one chair in the center of their small space.
Feeling as though his social abilities had been tapped out, Caden followed and hoped she wasn't a talker while she danced. No, he wouldn't mind if she talked as long as she didn't expect him to do much of it. He clearly wasn't there for conversation. Hell, how many men in this place were? Caden sat down and got comfortable, still watching her even as she moved to close the curtain. He knew he had to keep his hands to himself, and he would, of course. But damn his fingers itched to touch. The alcohol in his veins told him that she wanted him to and he could dammit, because he fucking deserved it. But the last inkling of rational thought knew that bouncer outside could probably break his nose and Caden had already dealt with enough physical maiming in his life.
Even with a bouncer nearby, Shan always got a little pop of adrenaline as she tugged that black velvet closed, like she might turn around to find a hand at her throat and a man ready to take what she couldn’t sell him. It was fucked up, but it always turned her on. She just tried to direct that energy into her dancing. This one was still sitting down like a good boy when Shan looked at him again, though there was something hungry in the way he kept staring at her. Hungry was normal, though she got that little belly tingle again. He was tall and broad-shouldered and looked like he kept in shape, scruffy but good looking with kissable lips. Easily the hottest private customer she’d had all week. Smiling faintly, Shan stepped in closer to him, hips slowly swaying back and forth. “What’s your name, handsome? You want another drink? I can order it from here,” Shan offered. There was an intercom set into the black-bricked wall behind him that connected her directly to the bar, she could have more alcohol in him in no time.
When she asked his name, Caden cocked a brow. "I can tell you it's not handsome. And I don't want another drink." He did, actually, but he didn't feel like putting this off until someone got their ass in here with a fresh glass. Caden didn't think this particular private dance would last terribly long and then he could get back out there and have as much to drink as he wanted. Because Caden fully planned to get blackout drunk by the end of the night, but at least he would have this as a precursor to it. He watched her and settled back comfortably. "I'll tell you my name but I want to know yours first. Your real name."
It was no skin off her ass if he didn’t want anything fresh to sip on while she entertained him, but a lot of guys did, so Shan was conditioned to offer. But she was fine with all the attention on her, and she could feel his eyes on her body almost like a physical touch as she stepped in closer, her legs on either side of one of his knees, barely bumping him as she kept gently swaying. The request for her name didn’t faze her either, a lot of her customers wanted to know. “Shannon,” she told her, lightly running her fingers along the edges of the robe over her chest. “I go by Shan, so ... it’s real. But I’m gonna keep using pet names ‘til you give me something else to call you, stud.” Shan flashed him a teasing little grin. “It builds a rapport.”
Caden rolled his eyes but huffed out an amused laugh. "Stud's the worst one yet. If you've got to call me something, call me Caden." He believed that her name was Shannon and the Shan DeLeers nickname made more sense. "Not sure I'm all that skilled at building a rapport with anyone, but I'm willing to give it a go." He would much rather watch her dance than talk, but if she wanted to chat a little while shaking her ass, Caden decided he would allow it. His fingers were already itching to touch her and now he was regretting not asking for another drink. At least then he would have been able to keep his hands on something other than her body.
The way ‘Caden’ rolled off his tongue made Shan believe it was really his name. The fake names often went both ways in places like this, but most men were so uncreative. They were more likely to spit out ‘Bob’ or ‘John’ or ‘Tim’ or some other Generic White Guy Name than to come up with something like Caden. She liked it, it was sexy. “Caden it is, then,” she murmured. This was usually the point where Shan would direct his attention to the rules posted on the back wall -- no touching the dancers, no male nudity, five song maximum, etc -- but she didn’t really want to with this one. She wanted to get started. Shan turned to one side and took an exaggerated step over Caden’s leg to sway her way to the back wall, where she turned up the volume on the speaker that fed into their little ‘room.’ A moment later she was back in front of him, hands running lightly down her body as she began to roll it to the beat.
Caden kept his eyes on her hands, watching as they slid over her body. His own body responded favorably to it, his cock stirring in his jeans. He had visited enough strip clubs to know the rules. And he would abide by them, even being as drunk as he was. Not because he was some law-abiding citizen, but because he didn't want to get kicked out of this place. At least not until Shan was finished dancing. After that? Well, anything could happen. It could have been the alcohol talking but Caden had a feeling that Shan was someone who probably wouldn't have minded if he touched her... she would want extra cash, of course, but she didn't seem like the kind of dancer who would shriek and run out, calling for the bouncers. Caden was a little surprised that she didn't ask for the money first, but maybe this was turning out to be as enjoyable for her as it was for him. Then again, women were good at making you feel like a king when inwardly they despised every second of it.
Shan was intimately familiar with despising the men she danced for. Most of them weren’t worth the flesh they were made of, and she’d been put in a few positions where she’d had to call for the bouncers before. But most of the men who salivated over her weren’t this hot. Maybe it was shallow, but a girl had to enjoy her work sometimes, right? And if Caden got pushy or handsy ... maybe it had been a while since someone had roughed her up the way she liked it. In any case, Shan kept her eyes open more than she usually did as she got into the rhythm of the song, drinking in the way he looked at her body. She turned and shook her ass while she let the sheer robe slip down her shoulders and onto the floor. Shan faced him again, fingers barely covering her nipples, and stepped in closer, straddling Caden’s thigh and leaning her chest in toward his face as she pulled her hands away. Smiling faintly, Shan shimmied her tits for him while she braced her hands on his shoulders and bent her knees to grind a bit against his leg.
It was sexy and mindless and Caden didn't have to attempt anything resembling coherent thought, so that was a bonus. His body was certainly more aware of Shan's close, half naked proximity than his mind was and his hands moved instinctively to her hips. If she wanted to slap him for it, she could, but it wasn't like he was groping her tits. They were alone in here and he was being a gentleman and an arrogant part of his brain piped up that she wanted him to touch her. He could see it in the way she was watching him, the way she moved her body against his. If she wasn't wanting more, there would have been a sense of detachment to what she was doing, but if anything, it felt like Shan was completely focused on him, physically and otherwise.
She was certainly focused, and the feel of large warm hands on her almost-bare hips sharpened Shan’s awareness even more. It wasn’t a touch that really broke the rules too bad, and it felt good more than anything. She noticed there was something off about the grip of one of his hands too, but she didn’t think much about it. Shan danced on him a bit more, standing up again only long enough to fully straddle Caden’s lap. Linking her fingers behind his neck, she leaned her upper body back while she rocked her hips and ground against his lap. Shan could feel Caden’s bulge, and it made her tingly all over. She was just in a g-string and her heels and collar now, and the friction against his jeans felt good to her too. Shan pulled herself back up, bringing her face in close enough that she almost brushed their lips together, her body still rolling against his.
This felt like more than a normal lap dance to Caden, though it was possible he was just stupid drunk and this was what Shan did to all the guys she brought back here. Even so, Caden didn't really care either way. What she was doing with her body was magic and he was starting to sink into that fuzzy arousal that took away all coherent thought that might be lingering. His hands on her hips made it easy to slide them back over her ass. Any remaining sense of proper decorum was gone and frankly, Caden didn't give a shit if he got slapped, or kicked out. He got a piece of ass, literally, and that would be enough to make it a pretty decent night.
It probably should have pissed her off, but it didn’t. There were plenty of clients who tried to grope her, though Shan tended to take care of it herself rather than call for the bouncers. They got one warning before the slap ... but Shan didn’t feel the urge to slap Caden. He was still staring at her like he was entranced, and she could feel just how much he was enjoying the dance by the hardon in his jeans. Her body was responding all on its own, and Shan wasn’t mad about it. The song ended, rolling right into the next bass-thumping number, and Shan didn’t stop, just changed her tempo accordingly. She knew she ought to be turning around, giving him more of her ass to admire if he wanted it, changing it up, but his solid body felt good against hers and now she was horny and those lips of his were so full and pretty. Her eyes ticked up to Caden’s a couple of times before she leaned in closer and lightly bit his bottom lip, dragging it between her teeth before she let go.
Caden supposed he was entranced, but it was impossible not to be when he was drunk and had a hot woman grinding on him. His hands remained on her ass, at least until he felt her teeth in his lip. He drew in a sharp breath, his cock straining against his jeans. It was instinctual to reach up and grip a fistful of her hair, tugging her neck back to expose her throat. Maybe he was a little rough but he doubted she'd mind it. And if she did, he wasn't really sure he cared. Drawing his other hand up her body, he found her nipple and pinched it. Not too hard, but just enough to get a reaction out of her. He was probably going to get kicked out of this place, but at least he'd have a fun story to go with it.
He had a hold of one of her pigtails, and the flash of pain in her scalp and the sudden strain in her neck sent arousal rushing through Shan’s body. It was generally easy not to be horny at work -- most of the naked women were bitches, and most of the men were gross. More importantly, she was the one in control with the clients. She decided who to dance privately for, she decided where the lines were, she had big burly idiots to back her up if anybody got out of hand in a way she didn’t like ... but Caden had just taken control, and it flipped a switch inside of Shan. Her breath caught and her nipples got hard just as that pinch came, and that just made her wetter. Shan kept grinding with her head pulled back, though it was more for her benefit than to titillate Caden anymore, her small hands fisting in the front of his shirt.
She definitely liked it, and knowing that only spurred Caden on. Maybe she was a prostitute too and would expect a hell of a lot more money when they were done in here. That was fine with him. He'd give her everything in his wallet if she asked for it. The way she grinded on him drew a low groan from his lips. He rocked his hips up, wondering when was the last time he actually dry humped someone. Shit, it had to have been junior high. Loosening his grip on her hair a little, Caden drew her face back to his where his teeth bit at her jaw. His free hand gripped her hip, not so much to guide the pace but to just touch. He wanted to get her off, even if his dick stayed in his jeans. It was the most intoxicating form of torture but he moved beneath her, pushing his bulge against her thong as hard as he could.
Part of Shan knew she probably shouldn’t be doing this, in both the professional and personal senses -- that ‘no touching’ rule was left in the dust, and she might be inciting this man she didn’t know to assault her ... but that just turned her on further. It was dangerous, but Shan had always enjoyed dangerous things, especially dangerous men. Caden’s teeth on her skin made her shudder, and her hips rocked even more desperately against him while soft keening noises emanated from her throat. Shan was getting so close when suddenly the curtain was yanked open and a beefy hand seized her upper arm.
“Murphy!” Frank barked over the music. He yanked her backward hard enough to pull her off of Caden’s lap and onto the floor, and she yelped before she started slapping and kicking at him. Eric, one of the bouncers, stepped into the small space as well, motioning for Caden to stand up and get out. “You dumb bitch, you wanna get us shut down, huh?” Frank hissed, giving her a rough shake.
It was the alcohol that had dulled his reflexes but Caden recovered quickly. He worked in a bar, after all and he had spent many a night drunk off his ass. He knew how to handle this and the rage from being interrupted overtook the rest of his sensibilities. He got to his feet and immediately tackled the guy yelling at Shan, using the weight of his body to throw them both to the ground. Caden knew he would get overtaken by the beefier bouncers but at least he would get a few punches in before that happened. Any consequences from his actions were completely lost on him. The only thing that mattered was the pain radiating up his arm with every swing of his fist into the bastard's face. It would teach him a lesson, after all.
Things got loud and crazy for a few moments, and Shan just tried not to get her limbs in the way, scrambling backward from the scuffling men. The sound that Frank had made as he hit the ground had been so good and as she watched her new favorite client start to beat the shit out of him, laughter pealed out of her. Her heart was racing, her ass hurt from where she landed, everything in front of her was chaos, and it was delightful. It was unfortunately over too fast, as more bouncers rushed in and grabbed for Caden, everyone yelling. Frank was sputtering and bellowing like an animal, and Shan drank it in like a fine wine. She pushed herself to her feet as the three big men lifted Caden and started hauling him away. Shan hurried after them, heels clicking madly. “Meet me outside!” she called to him. He might not even be able to hear her, but Shan hoped he did.
Caden barely knew what was happening until strong hands were on his arms, yanking him to his feet and to the door. There was loud, thumping music but he heard a female voice yell at him to meet her outside. He might have struggled, but the bouncers were strong and frankly, he was too drunk to fight anymore. Just punching that dickhead in the club had taken a lot out of him. It was slightly amusing that they literally tossed him out the front door and Caden hit the pavement with a strangled laugh. He tossed people out of the bar all the time when they got drunk and unruly. It wasn't so bad. The bouncer growled something about calling the cops if Caden didn't get his ass out of there and Caden flipped them off as he got to his feet. The only thing missing from all of this was Max. Max would've had some fun too. He wasn't entirely sure the woman who had called out about waiting outside had been Shan but he decided to wait anyway, slowly putting distance between he and the strip club since the bouncers were still watching.
Shan was done with this fucking club, she was so over it, so she veered toward the dressing room as the bouncers hauled Caden out of the club. She rushed to her locker, her heart still pounding and a wild grin on her face. She could still feel her pulse between her legs, and god she hoped Caden would still be outside. Shan kicked out of her heels, yanked some leggings and a hoodie on while she wiggled her feet into flip flops, then stuffed everything from her locker into her bag. She was stopped as one of the other girls, Janine, checked on her because of all the commotion. Shan managed to talk her way into getting a little baggie of pills off of her. “I love you so much, thank you babe, I’ll call you!” she said hurriedly, kissing Janine’s cheek before hurrying toward the back door. Shan didn’t want Frank to catch her again, she would probably get herself arrested if he did.
Once she was out in the night air, Shan ran around the side of the club toward the front. Her pigtails whipped around as she looked right and then left, and spotted a broad back and buzzed head slowly walking away about halfway down the block. That was him! “Hey!” she yelled, starting to run after him down the sidewalk. “Hey wait up!”
Caden heard the woman behind him but it took a moment to realize she could be talking to him. It was Shan, though fully dressed now, which was a shame. Chuckling as she drew near, Caden shoved his hands into his jacket pockets. "You get fired?" He wouldn't have been surprised if she had, but on the other hand, hot women with tits like hers were hard to come by, so he doubted the manager of that place would want to let her go even if she had been dry humping a customer.
Shan rolled her eyes mightily at the question, a bit out of breath by the time she reached him. “I quit, fuck that, he’s such an asshole,” she declared, waving a hand. Shan went through jobs like tissues anyway, there was always another club to work at, especially around here. She pulled her bag around to start rummaging through one of the pockets. “You got a cigarette? Glad they didn’t like, break your face open or anything. Dickheads. Frank’s fucking girls in the back room all the goddamn time and he wants to ride my ass about that shit? Fuck him, fuck them all.” She produced a lighter during her rambling and looked up at Caden expectantly before she let out a little laugh. “Damn, you’re taller than I thought.”
Her words were all sort of slurred in his head and he wondered if one of the beefy guys had hit him and he hadn't known it. But he got the gist of what she was saying. She quit. Cigarette. Fuck them. Pulling his cigarettes from his pocket, he offered her one. "You're shorter than I thought. But I should've figured that when you're wearing eighteen inch heels." And yes, he was exaggerating but he would never understand how women could walk around on those things. "You chase me out here to get your money?" He could probably spare a little but he considered getting roughed up by bouncers to be payment enough for what he got.
She took the smoke from him with a soft ‘yessss’ and lit it up immediately. While her heels hadn’t been quite that tall, they were six inches at least, so they gave her five-foot-three frame quite a boost. Caden towered over her now, and she found that pretty hot. Or maybe she was just still horny from the dance, whatever. Shan exhaled smoke off to the side and eyed him. “No, unless you want to gimme some anyway,” she said, shrugging one shoulder. “I just figured since my night is now like, completely free ... you wanna get real fucked up and have some fun? I got some pills off my girl, they’re legit. To like, y’know ... make it up to you.” Shan shrugged again. She wasn’t going to apologize, because it wasn’t her fault Caden had tackled Frank, but she had been the one doing the humping against the rules.
Caden lit his own cigarette and then slipped one hand back into his pocket. He didn't feel like handing over any money, so she could have a cigarette and be happy about it. Cocking a brow when she suggested they spend the night getting fucked up, Caden took a drag off his cigarette, eying her closely. She was hot, even without her tits out. Pretty even, without all of those club lights on her. And what was he going to do for the rest of the night? Who the hell knew where Max was. But his friend had been the one to say it... what happens in Atlantic City... no one can fucking remember. That sounded good to him. "Yeah, okay," he said finally, pulling his cigarette from his lips. "Where do you want to go?"
Shan grinned, pleased. At least she wasn’t going to be bored all night, on top of being fired. “Wellllll,” she said, glancing around. There were bars and clubs that were going to be open all night, places to go dance and drink more and have fun, but she looked like shit now, so that was unappealing. “Come with me back to my place, I can get cute again, we’ll have a drink, pop some goodies, and see if we feel like comin’ back out. How’s that sound, handsome?” She started walking backwards toward the club again, her grin widening as she stuck her tongue out at him a bit.
Even in his drunken state, Caden was well aware of what going back to her place meant, and he wasn't about to say no. He had the fleeting thought that he ought to text Max and let him know where he was in case this bitch turned out to be insane, but his dick was too busy doing his thinking for him, so Caden walked after her, enjoying his cigarette as much as he was enjoying watching her move. "You seem awfully confident that I'm not some kinda serial killer," Caden said, bringing his cigarette back up to his lips.
She was delighted that he was coming, walking with her like a fish on a line, and Shan grinned. “You seem pretty confident that I’m not a serial killer, so ... guess we’re in the same boat.” She shrugged again -- Shan wasn’t scared of him, but she wasn’t scared of much, even things she probably should be. If Caden ended up killing her, at least she would be stoned as hell when she went out, perhaps freshly fucked. It was better than some people got. Shan turned to lead the way back to the side of the building she no longer worked at, to her little Honda hatchback. She fished her keys out and hit the button to unlock the doors.
Caden shrugged with a smirk on his lips. "Getting murdered by a stripper gives my family plenty of stories to tell for the foreseeable future." Maybe he had never killed anyone, but he'd certainly witnessed murder. Even helped cover it up. But thinking about his dad, rotting in the ground in the woods back home, was something that would ruin the night, so he pushed those memories aside. He followed her to her car, watching her even as he opened the passenger side door to slip inside. She was probably a little bit insane to take home a guy she didn't know, but that was okay with Caden. He hadn't touched another woman in five plus years and his hands were itching to get on her body again. He was going to enjoy himself tonight, before he had to go back to that hellhole town.
Shan tossed her bag into the tiny backseat before she climbed in behind the wheel, glancing over at Caden a couple of times as she started up the engine and started them off. “Strippers get murdered all the time, so you would just balance the scales a little bit,” she said, her tone still conversational. “But I got roommates and they would be pissed if I made a mess, so don’t worry.” Not that he was. Shan was sure that Caden felt completely safe with her, at least as far as violence went -- he was almost a foot taller than she was, and built like he was strong. She was sure he could overpower her pretty easy. She wondered if he liked rough sex, if he would put one of those big hands around her throat and make her see God. It made her pussy tingle to think about. “Where’re you from? Not here, by the sound of it.”
"Maine," Caden said simply, wondering how many roommates she had and how small her place was. He wasn't worried about bothering anyone but if her roommates were home, and hot, maybe he'd text Max to join them so he could get laid. If he wasn't already out there doing that very thing. "A buddy of mine thought it'd be fun to get away for a few days, so here we are. Or, here I am, since he went chasing after a blonde a few hours ago. Are you from around here?" Atlantic City was the kind of place that was fun to visit for a couple of days but it'd be shitty as hell to have grown up here. Maybe she just moved here for the work.
She huffed a derisive little laugh. “Fuck no. Not really from anywhere, I guess. We moved around a lot. I was born in West Virginia, but I don’t remember it.” ‘Moved around a lot’ was a nice way of explaining the truth, that her parents had both been continually on the run from various things -- the law, debt collectors, drug dealers, then her own father after a certain point. Shan didn’t think she’d lived anywhere for more than a few years throughout her whole life. This guy wouldn’t give a shit about any of that, so there was no point in saying it. Shan glanced over at him again as she stopped at a light. “Are you having fun so far? Being away for a few days?”
That sounded ideal to Caden, if he was being honest. Not being from anywhere. Moving around all the time. If he didn't actually give a shit about his family, he would have left Point Pleasant years ago. Caden chuckled at her question. "Fun. This is our first day here and I've already been thrown out of a strip club. Ask me if I'm having fun tomorrow." He had a feeling he would be having a lot of fun once they were at Shan's apartment. Hopefully the night didn't take a sharp turn into something disastrous. "How old're you, anyway?" He was eying her again. She looked older to be in her twenties, but it never hurt to ask and make sure he wasn't about to royally fuck up.
Aw, it was his first day? Poor thing. Shan smirked as she hit the gas again, eager to get home and get into her goodie bag and maybe roll a joint and enjoy herself, however that played out. Like another unemployment celebration. Caden’s question made her laugh. “Don’t you know it’s rude to ask a woman her age?” she teased. “I know I’m short, but damn. I’m old enough to buy my own drinks, how’s that?” Shan didn’t really give a shit about being old or whatever, it just amused her that he had the presence of mind to ask. “And don’t worry, I’ll make sure you have some real fun your first night. Like your own personal welcome wagon.”
Smirking around his cigarette, Caden continued to study her profile as she drove. "If you don't like rude questions, I'm probably the wrong guy to be talking to." He had a reputation for being an asshole and that was fine with Caden. He was an asshole. It just was what it was. Some people could handle it and some couldn't. "I don't know why women get so bent out of shape about their age. It's a fuckin' number. I'm thirty two. See? I'm not ashamed of it." Blowing smoke out the window, he had no doubt that she would make it a fun night for him. Even if they just got high and fucked before he left, that would be a hell of a lot better than what else he might have gotten up to.
Shan was honestly fine with rudeness, she was plenty rude herself a lot of the time. She was just feeling out Caden’s sense of humor more than anything, taking in information about him before she got so blitzed she couldn’t think straight. She couldn’t wait for it, honestly. It had been a while since she’d brought somebody fun home, and some instinct told her Caden would be fun, even if he was a rude bastard. Those were usually more fun than the alternative. “Men don’t have an expiration date,” Shan informed him. “People still wanna fuck men well into their eighties, look at Sean Connery, right? But women get limited time to be hot to society, so they try to cling to it. ... I’m twenty-four, so ... coming up on spinsterhood in a few years.” Shan laughed to show she didn’t believe that shit, but that was the explanation. “I’m gonna be a hot old bitch, fuck that.”
Caden laughed and tossed his cigarette out the window. "Fuck, just don't be dancing when you're old. Leave that to the non-spinsters whose tits are still perky." He couldn't say for sure if he was fun. He certainly didn't feel fun, especially these days. But maybe getting high would help him let go of shit and enjoy himself. That was the entire reason he and Max had come to Atlantic City, after all. "And you know, there're some guys who'll fuck anyone, no matter how hot or how ugly. Pussy is pussy to some people, so I think you'll be fine."
“You think it’s only ‘some’? That’s cute,” Shan said, smirking. She would still dance when she was a spinster with saggy tits, she knew that in her heart. Whether men would still throw singles at her was a different story, but she didn’t care as long as she could still move her body how she liked to. It was her escape, the only thing she really loved to do. Besides drinking and drugs and fucking strangers, of course. Shan shot Caden another glance as she turned down the street she lived on. “Are you one of those guys? I know I’m hot, but ... are you a man of taste or ‘pussy is pussy’? ... which it’s really not, by the way, I’ve seen some nasty pussies in my time.” She snickered and slowed down to pull into the parking lot of her building.
Caden grinned and shook his head. "Nah, I have standards." It felt ridiculous to argue 'pussies' with this woman but it all made sense in his head. Everything made sense in his head, but that was the beauty of liquor. "Obviously, since I'm here with you." He used to nail any girl who was willing, at least back in high school and for many years after. But then he had gotten with Roxy and that had been that. It was an odd feeling to realize he could do whatever he wanted now. Do whoever he wanted. Without any fucking guilt. It was a beautiful feeling.
At least he was smiling easier, that felt like progress to Shan. It was always more fun to fuck guys with at least half of a personality. “Such a charmer,” she murmured, beyond amused. She found a parking spot and cut the engine. Shan reached around to snag her bag and brought it into her lap, digging around in one of the deep pockets before she came up with the baggie of pills Janine had fronted her. She held them up to the light coming through the window, then opened it to fish a few of them out. Xanax, one of her favorites. Shan plucked one full pill up between her fingers and shot Caden a wicked smile as she leaned over closer to him. “Ready to get started? Come get it,” she said, placing the pill on her tongue. He could kiss it out of her if he wanted it.
Caden didn’t know what it was that she put on her tongue, but he also didn’t care. Fuck everything and everyone tonight. For the first time in a long time he didn’t belong to anyone but himself. Slipping his hand behind the nape of her neck, he pulled her even closer and caught her lips with his own, his tongue coming out to swipe the pill from hers. It was easy enough to swallow it dry and then he was kissing her again, deeper and with more urgency. He was remembering how she felt on his lap, tits in his face and Caden wanted that feeling again. This time without the fucking interruptions. Hopefully her roommates were the type to leave them alone, if they were home, otherwise he might end up fucking her out here in her car.
It was like sparklers under her skin, running down the front of her body from that kiss. Caden tasted like liquor and nicotine and heat, some of her favorite things, and she pushed into the kiss to match his hunger. She relished that strong hand on the back of her neck and how lush his lips were. Maybe it made her a terrible sucker, but Shan loved that melty feeling in her gut that made her want to roll right over and give him anything he wanted. Shan preferred not to fuck in her tiny dumb car though, so she pulled back after a moment, flashing Caden a smile even as she licked her bottom lip. “Mmhmm, upstairs,” she murmured, reaching for the door and turning to climb out.
For a second Caden wasn’t going to let her go. He wanted to drag her onto his lap despite the fact that there really wasn’t any room for it. But upstairs sounded even more promising and he got out of the car, adjusting his half hard cock in his jeans before following Shan. Something told him she was going to be an incredible lay. It wasn’t even that she was a stripper and knew how to move. It was something he could taste in her kiss. Caden knew he wouldn’t have to worry about her being boring or laying there like a fish. She was probably a bit crazy and he liked that more than anything else. Maybe because he was feeling a little crazy himself. When they got to her door he took the opportunity to brush her hair back from her shoulder so he could duck his head down and bite at her neck. Not too hard but there was a bit of impatience there.
Shan was getting the same sense about Caden, and she hoped she was right. Being disappointed in bed by a hot guy was just the worst kind of disappointment. Like nature had wasted that hotness. People said anybody could be trained to be good at sex, but Shan didn’t have the time or patience for that shit. So she hoped Caden knew what he was doing. At her apartment door, she was halfway to unlocking it when his teeth were suddenly at her neck. Shan’s breath caught and she had to brace a hand against the doorframe, her knees suddenly a bit weak. Her neck was a Spot, and she fucking loved to be bitten, so they were off to a good start. She was starting to think she should’ve popped a couple of pills herself before they left the car.
Forcing herself to focus, Shan got the door unlocked and pushed open, almost ducking away from him, so they didn’t end up fucking right there in the hallway. “Hello? Anybody home?” she called into the apartment. There was no answer and the lights were dim, so it was easy to assume that her roomies were gone, which wasn’t too surprising. They were all nightlife people, for fun or income. “Looks like it’s just us,” Shan said to Caden over her shoulder, heading for the kitchen. “Beer?” She dropped her bag onto the kitchen table and pulled out the pills again to grab a couple for herself.
"Yeah, sure." He'd take another beer, though he couldn't imagine them sitting around together and shooting the shit. Caden was starting to feel really good and he knew Shan had brought him here for a reason. But he took the opportunity to look around at where she lived. It wasn't anything special, though he wondered if her roommates were strippers like she was. Then he followed her into the kitchen, his fingers itching to touch her again, so yes, he did crowd her a bit even as she got him a beer. There was no one there but the two of them, but even if her roommates had been home, Caden wasn't entirely sure he would have cared much. Hell, he might have even tried to talk them into joining the two of them.
The apartment was eclectic, as expected when three people shared a small space, and it was kind of messy, but not awful. Shan wasn’t a big cleaner, but she had her limits. She tossed the pills in her mouth and went to the fridge, feeling Caden loom behind her a few seconds later. Shan grabbed a couple of cans of beer and turned to hand him one before cracking her own open to wash down the little pieces of happiness resting on her tongue. It wouldn’t take long before she was flying high too, and Shan was ready to feel that disconnected bliss. After a second’s thought, she snagged the rest of the six pack and nudged the fridge closed, bumping her hip into Caden as she moved around him to head for the hallway. “Bedroom’s this way,” she murmured.
Caden took a swig of the beer in his hand and followed Shan, grinning a little when she led him into her room. Christmas lights. She was definitely young. He wasn't going to complain though, since he was about to get laid, and then he'd never be in this apartment again. Besides, the room was cozy enough and it wasn't like he really gave a damn about decor. That had always been Roxy's thing. Whatever Shan had given him in the car was starting to work its magic and he kind of hoped he would stay clear-headed enough to remember fucking her in the morning. Setting the can down on the nearest surface, Caden shrugged out of his jacket. "Do I get to touch you now?" he asked, tossing the jacket on the edge of the bed. "Or do we gotta do the whole talking thing first."
Shan liked her sheer veils entwined with Christmas lights along the top of the walls, it was the best sort of lighting to have. She wasn’t a romantic person, that part of her had been killed long ago, but she enjoyed a romantic aesthetic, that was for sure. She dropped her bag in the corner and tilted her beer can up to drain most of the rest of it, then set it down on her dresser. “We don’t have to talk,” Shan told him. “First, after, never.” She reached up to take the elastic bands out of her pigtails to let her hair down and shook it out. “I can change, if you want something better to look at, but if you’re seduced enough by this ...” Shan plucked at the front of her hoodie with a little grin. “Come touch me.”
Something better to look at. He knew that probably meant a sexy outfit or some shit like that, but he had already seen plenty at the club. And if he was being honest with himself, which he was thanks to the booze and pills, all he really needed to look at was her face because she was a knockout. Big eyes, full lips. Her hair looked even better down over her shoulders and Caden felt his feet moving before his brain could really catch up. Shoving his hands into her hair, he tilted her face up to his to kiss her, hungry, and finished with all the small talk. He really considered the entire night to have been seduction and now it was time for the pay off.
Shan had encountered plenty of idiot men who wouldn’t want to fuck her unless she looked like she did on stage, but Caden apparently wasn’t one of those. The good stuff was under the clothes and always the same anyway, so why did the wrapping matter? Her hands came up to rest on his hips as Caden kissed her like he was starving for it, her pulse already picking up. Even coming from a guy who she knew didn’t give a shit about her but was just drunk-stoned-horny, it felt good to be kissed like that. Forcefully. Her tongue teased and flirted with his as she began to pull his shirt up, pretty eager to touch him back.
This was the first woman Caden had slept with in years that wasn't Roxy, so he was going to make damn sure it was good. His cock was already half hard in his jeans and Caden pulled back from her lips to get his t-shirt off. And since he was bare chested, it was only fair that she be too. Caden began to work on her hoodie, in no real mood for patience right now. He wanted her naked and on the bed with her legs wide and her pussy wet. That didn't seem like too much to ask. As soon as her hoodie was off, Caden kissed her again, his hands sliding over her hips and around to her ass, where he gripped her forcefully. She was shorter than he was and Caden was already running through all the scenarios in which he could have his way with her.
The body he revealed was just as delicious as it had seemed with clothes on, and Shan made an appreciative noise in her throat as she reached for his chest. Caden interrupted that by pulling her hoodie up, but she didn’t complain as she lifted her arms and let him take it off. She slid her hands up over his bare skin as their lips met again, smiling internally at how tight he squeezed her ass. One of his hands was definitely different from the other one, but she didn’t have the presence of mind to really figure out why. Shan’s hands reached Caden’s shoulders and she lightly dug her nails into the firm flesh, dragging them across and all the way down his arms. She arched her back to press her breasts into his bare torso, arousal licking through her. There was nothing like feeling skin on skin, was there?
Skin on skin was definitely a sensation Caden enjoyed and he slid his hands firmly up her bare back, his tongue stroking against hers. His own skin burned where her nails had streaked across his flesh and the sting only intensified how badly he wanted her. His cock certainly enjoyed the sensations, straining against the denim of his jeans. His mind seemed completely shut off now, foggy even but for the arousal flooding it. Using the strength of his body, Caden moved her back to the bed before pushing her down onto it. His hands moved immediately to her leggings, fingers curling into the waistband to start yanking them down.
Every touch was hard, and while Shan very much enjoyed that, it made her think Caden hadn’t been laid in a while. It was a dim, passing thought however, as the drug started to spread through her system, making everything fuzzy and warm and good. Shan went where she was moved, letting out a tiny giggle as her back hit the mattress. She lifted her hips to help him get her leggings off, and the tiny g-string she’d been wearing went with them. Licking her lips and gazing up at him with heavy-lidded eyes, she slipped one hand between her thighs to cover her pussy coyly so he would have to make her show him. She was glad she’d gotten waxed recently -- you could hide some things on stage with the right lighting, but if she was being touched, Shan wanted to be smooth and bare.
Caden left his jeans on for the moment, discarding Shan's clothes somewhere behind him. Her nude body was illuminated by the lights she had hanging up in her room and he smirked when he noticed how she had covered herself. Leaning over her, he caught one of her nipples between his teeth, biting gently before he began to suck. Gripping her wrist, he yanked her hand from where she had covered herself before he slipped his hand between her legs, groaning when he felt how bare she was, the way her skin was smooth and soft. Rather than diving right in, Caden began to stroke her, rubbing her clit firmly, but slowly.
Shan got a little thrill as Caden tugged her hand away from herself, resisting only a tiny bit to feel that strength. His mouth at her breast was also heavenly, and she gave an encouraging moan as she passed her hand over his short hair to cup the back of his neck. Shan drew her legs up a bit, rubbing her inner thighs against his sides, rocking her hips in a slow circle to guide his fingers on how to touch her right. The pressure felt damn good already, but most guys needed some help figuring out the right motion. Not that it was going to take a lot to get her ready, Shan already felt swollen and wet from the kissing and how he was handling her so far.
Caden rubbed her slick heat over her clit and kept his thumb pressed against the sensitive nub before slipping two fingers inside of her. His cock was aching to just dive in and find release, but Caden held back, well aware that he might not last as long as he'd like once that happened. Embarrassing, maybe, but he didn't really care. His mind had been full of bullshit for so long and now he was finally getting some kind of release from the past few months. Nipping at her nipple with his teeth, Caden groaned before lifting his head to kiss her again, his tongue demanding as it slipped past her lips. She was so fucking hot and tight around his fingers and Caden wanted to hear her scream before he was done with her. That thought alone prompted him to fuck her with hard, smooth strokes of his fingers.
She moaned into his mouth, sinking deeper into that heady no-thoughts space that felt like such an escape from everything. Caden’s fingers were thick and insistent, and they felt so good. Shan worked her hips in time with his movements, instinctively wanting more of him deeper inside of her. She sucked and nipped at his tongue, the desire growing in her chest to get his cock in her mouth. God, she hoped it was big and thick like his fingers. Caden’s middle digit hit a particularly good spot and she groaned again as a shudder ran through her. Her hands roamed restlessly over his arms and shoulders, nails digging in here and there just to feel the resistance of his flesh. Shan broke the kiss to whisper, “I want to taste your cock, please ...”
Caden wasn't sure it was physically possible to get any harder than he already was, but as soon as she said those words, his jeans became far too tight and restricting. He needed relief as much as he wanted his cock in her mouth. Groaning, Caden pulled back from her to straighten at the edge of the bed. He got his jeans undone and pushed them off, his boxer briefs disappearing with them. His cock was hard and aching for attention and Caden stroked himself absently, his gaze roaming over her naked body. The pills she had given him had kicked in, mixing pleasantly with the alcohol he had consumed earlier and Caden was starting to feel really good. Happy, even, in a lust-filled sort of way. No wonder people got addicted to this shit. It was so much better than dealing with all the darkness in his brain. "C'mere," he said, eager to see those full lips around his cock.
Shan sunk her teeth into her bottom lip and watched Caden get his jeans down, hungry appreciation in her expression. He was hot, and the hard dick he revealed was just what she was hoping for. It was sexy to watch him touch himself too, and Shan’s mouth was watering by the time she moved. She didn’t sit directly up, rolling to one side instead to get up on all fours and crawl in closer, keeping her movements languid and graceful. Blowjobs were always better with a bit of a show. She kept her back arched and her ass in the air as she reached for him with one hand, wrapping her fingers around the base of his cock. After one glance upward, Shan closed her eyes and started to explore him with her tongue and lips, stroking both against the shaft and head of his cock. He wasn’t shower-fresh, god knew how long he’d been out drinking and walking around tonight, but Shan kind of liked that, if she was being honest. Something something pheromones. With a low hum, she took the head into her mouth and sucked gently to tease him a little.
Caden definitely appreciated the way Shan moved and he was torn between watching her mouth tease him and the way her ass lifted in the air. He slid one hand into her hair, brushing it back from her face so he could see her better. His other hand reached down to grope one breast, his fingers finding and pinching her nipple. Fuck, but it felt good. She seemed to know exactly how to use her tongue and as soon as the wet heat of her mouth enveloped the tip of his cock, Caden groaned. His hips itched to thrust, but he knew better than to choke her. God, but it was tempting. "Fuck," he breathed, starting to rock his hips just enough to encourage her to do more. Caden knew he could be a selfish lover and that was starting to rise a little here. He deserved this, after all, with everything he'd had to put up with lately. But while he could easily convince himself that Shan was there to please him, he found he wanted to make sure she got off along with him. It was probably more of an ego thing than anything else, but Caden had no intention of leaving this room tonight without feeling her pussy come too.
Shan finally realized that one of Caden’s hands was missing a couple of fingers, and it made her curious to look, but she didn’t let herself get distracted. There would be time later, if this guy didn’t just totally blow her off once he’d nutted. She moaned softly around his cock like she’d never tasted anything better, following the motion of his hips to take him in deeper, stroking the underside of his cock with her tongue. It was nice that he wasn’t just roughly fucking her mouth right off the bat, but she wouldn’t have minded if he did. It turned her on to be used, degraded, fucked like she was nothing. Shan groaned deeper at the bit of pain from her nipple, arching into Caden’s touch for more to encourage him. She pushed his cock deeper until it hit the back of her throat, sucking eagerly while she slow-bobbed her head. Shan’s gag reflex was pretty well trained by now, but she let herself gag on him to see if he liked that, her eyes a bit wet as she glanced up at him again.
Caden was well aware that he was an asshole, but he rarely liked to hurt a woman during sex unless he knew she liked it. And given the way Shan was looking up at him, he could tell she liked it. "Shit," he muttered, curling his fingers more tightly around the strands of her hair to hold her still as he began to pump his hips a little harder. "You like that, huh?" Maybe she was doing it for him, or maybe she was just a slut, but it didn't matter much to Caden. It felt like he had struck gold, meeting her tonight because he knew not every girl would want to be this filthy in bed. And this was tame to some of the shit Caden enjoyed. He gripped her breast again with bruising force before both hands were in her hair. He wondered what she would do if he just skull fucked her until he came and then left her there to take care of herself. The dirty thought spurred him on, even if he knew he had no real plans to walk out until he got his cock inside of her pussy. But fuck, it was fun to fantasize.
They were just getting started with the filth, as far as Shan was concerned, and she would be mightily disappointed if that turned out to not be the case. She nodded and hummed an affirmative when Caden asked if she liked that, because she definitely did. Shan pulled against the solid grip in her hair a bit just to feel the sting, closing her eyes again and keeping her mouth wet and tight for him as he fucked it. There was something about the slide of that velvet-wrapped heat against her lips and tongue that turned her on so much. The way Caden moved his hips made her think it would feel incredible inside of her too. Shan let go of the base of his cock and reached underneath her to graze her fingers against her swollen clit just to tease. She moaned around him, some spit sliding down her chin, her brain happily fuzzy and blank at the moment.
Closing his eyes, Caden's head fell back, his lips parted with low groans. He was on edge, but not so close that he wanted to stop just yet. The pull of her head only prompted Caden to tighten his grip on her hair, aware that it probably stung but not really caring. If she liked his cock so deep in her throat, she probably liked getting her hair pulled too. The urge to flip her over and fuck her brainless was growing but deep down he knew this was only serving to get her aching for it. By now he was sure she was dripping for him and Caden looked down at her again, smirking a little at how watery her eyes had gotten. Fucking her mouth felt like fucking heaven and Caden let his basest instincts take over, thrusting into the back of her throat and holding her there, just to get her to gag a little more.
Shan was filled with a bliss that had nothing to do with the throbby ache between her legs -- though that didn’t hurt, either. She didn’t have to think or worry about anything, she could be the brainless slut she was deep down inside and let this hot stranger use her. The alcohol and the Xanax made it all so easy to relax into, everything else slipping away. Caden was obviously enjoying himself, his cock thick and rock solid in her mouth, and just the brush of her own fingertips on her clit kept sending sparks of sharper pleasure through her entire being. Shan gagged around Caden’s cock when he made her, a small convulsion arching her body, but she let out a sound that was sort of a laugh and didn’t pull away or even wipe at the tears that ran down her cheeks. It was too bad she’d worn the waterproof mascara for work, some guys liked that destroyed-makeup look. Shan opened her eyes to look up at Caden again, whimpering softly.
Caden had the very vague thought that Max wasn't going to believe this when he heard. Not only did Caden go home with a stripper, but she was a dirty little slut to boot. One hand let go of her hair so he could brush his thumb against the tear that had been running down Shan's cheek. The sudden urge to slap her across the face was one he had to bite back again, but the mental image of it was enough to draw his balls up tight against his body. Not ready to come yet, Caden yanked her hair, pulling himself from her mouth. "Stay on your knees and turn around," he demanded hoarsely. If she was willing to be used, then he would use her. It felt like the universe had decided to stop shitting on him for a night and this was his reward for putting up with so much bullshit lately.