by Amy Brent
She thought about the last time they had spoken, and how she had smiled as she passed her in the hall to go down for her private dance. “Oh no.” She spoke it out loud.
She shook her head. He couldn’t be behind it. He was just some random old guy who liked pretty girls, that was it. She shifted her focus on the day to come, putting the rest of this behind her.
The police were making rounds, asking a lot of questions, but she had carefully avoided them. She didn’t need the attention, or to accidently say something wrong. She hated police, and everything they had done to her when she and her mother were hungry and homeless. Today was the last day she had to get through before the boys were there tomorrow. She hadn’t worked in days since the club was closed for a while. Tonight, however was another matter, and she needed the distraction. Her mother had cornered her that morning and told her she needed to come to dinner that night. Reluctant to meet yet another boyfriend, she had tried to get out of it, but after an hour she knew it was obviously important to her mother so she had agreed.
Getting out of stripper mode she pulled her mass of hair back, and slipped into a simple black and white dress and pumps. She did her makeup, needed only a little to accentuate her features. Her mother had stressed the need for her to dress nicely, since they were all going to a nice place for dinner. She made her way out to the car and followed the directions she had been given until she pulled into a very nice neighborhood. The community was elaborate and obviously upper-class. She pulled the car into the driveway at the house she had been told to come too. As she knocked on the door, she was surprised to see her mother answer.
“Lyla, I’m so glad you’re here. Come in come in.” She scurried her through the door and finally Lyla met the boyfriend. “This is Alex Randolph; Alex this is Lyla.”
He had a kind face, and he looked at her mother with a sense of complete devotion. Lyla felt her body relax as she watched them together.
“Lyla, Amanda has told me so much about you, I’m am so glad to finally meet you.” He hugged her slightly and then a strange look passed between him and her mother. Something was going on, that much was obvious.
“I’m afraid I can’t say the same, Mr...?”
“Call me Alex, please.” He slipped his arm behind her mother, pulling her to him. “The boys won’t be able to come here to meet us so we are going to have to meet them at the restaurant. We have some time; ow about a drink?”
Lyla nodded and he set off to make her something. She glanced at her mother with a knowing smile on her face.
“What?” Her mother actually blushed as she asked. It was obvious this relationship was far different than any other one she had been in.
He came back with a drink and the three of them settled into the kitchen, all chatting happily about nothing.
“You two seem to be doing well.” Lyla watched her mothers’ face as she asked. It was priceless how she knew her so well. She gave her a reassuring smile. “I guess I just mean you two look happy.”
Her mother turned to face Alex for a moment. “We are.”
He looked at her mother. “Yes we are.” He turned back to look at Lyla. “We are really glad you came to night.” He checked his watch. “You ready to go dear?”
At her nod the three of them filed back outside and she slipped into the door of the Bentley he held open for her. She tried to make some eye contact with her mother, but it was useless, she was so enthralled with him.
As they took the short ride to the restaurant she was once more lost in thought. She could be working tonight, but her mother had made it very clear that this was an important night for them. She could only imagine what was going to happen as they made their way inside. She could practically smell money in the air, the place was so full of the upper class. She felt the air being sucked out of her lungs and immediately needed a break.
They had just been led to their table when she felt like she needed to go. She excused herself to go to the restroom, and made her way down a long corridor to her destination. Once inside she splashed water on her face, taking in long deep breaths. This was not her world, but she could sit through it for tonight, she could do that much for her mother. She straightened her dress, smoothing back her long tresses.
Another moment passed and she made her way back outside and towards the table to enjoy dinner when she finally looked up from the floor. Her heart stopped beating. It was them.
Lyla let her frantic gaze flicker between the two of them, confused. She saw the look of surprise on Nickolas’ face but Charles remained unfazed by the new developments. She was still unable to breathe when Alex introduced her to them.
“Lyla this is Charles and Nick, my sons. They are not much older than you. Boys this is Lyla, Amanda’s only daughter.”
She swallowed hard, plastering a smile to her face as she shook first one hand and then the other. They moved so that she could sit between them, and she smiled at her mother as she settled into her seat. They all spoke about their careers, she expounded on her classes that she was taking and she noticed the gleam in Charles eye from time to time. She found herself relaxing as the night went on, it was obvious neither of the two men were planning on giving her up to her mother. Soon dinner was underway and they dined on black sea bass and vegetables and she finally felt like everything would be fine. It was then that she felt their hands on her thighs. They didn’t move, not really, but simply held her there, gently applying pressure to let her know who was in control after all.
There was something about the pressure that made her relax; she was there for her mother and despite her initial concerns, she relaxed, doing her best to enjoy the time spent with her mother, and the two of them. Everything would be just fine. She was safe and she was thankful for that. Soon the evening came to an end but not before Alex and her mother stood, holding hands.
“We are so glad all of you came to dinner tonight.” Alex said and then looked at her mother, before turning back to look at the three of them. “We have decided that we don’t want to date anymore, instead we are getting married.”
Her mother practically bounced with happiness and Alex hugged her close to him. It was clear that they were in love, and she felt a smile form on her face. Her mother had worked hard her entire life to get her raised and fed every day, and more often than not it had been a struggle. She felt pressure on her thighs once more before both men stood, smiling and hugging both her mother and their father. Everyone seemed to be happy, despite the fact that that she had been sleeping with her soon to be step-brothers.
“Dad, why don’t Nickolas and I take Lyla back to the house. She can get her car from there and you two can have some alone time?”
Alex and Amanda exchanged looks. “That would be wonderful Charles, thank you. That is if you don’t mind, Lyla?”
She shook her head and smiled slightly. She felt some anticipation start to stir deep down.
“Great, sounds good. I know your mother has a lot of planning to do so I hope you can make time for that.” He smiled, hugging her close once more before he set off on a walk around the water with her mother.
As she and the two men made their way to the parking lot she felt something akin to sadness. She would miss them, and the passion that seemed to explode between them. She waited until they were at a long black car before she turned to face them.
“Thank you, both of you, for not saying anything. My mother doesn’t know what I do, and the fact that we had a special arrangement wouldn’t really sit well with her, I’m almost sure of it.” She gave them a half smile.
Nick spoke first. “Why would I say anything; we are friends, aren’t we? Just special friends.” He moved to stand beside her, his mouth finding hers in a sweet, soft kiss. She blinked up at him when it was over, somewhat confused.
“I just assumed that since we have to stop it all now… I just don’t want things to be awkward, that’s all.” She bit her lower lip.
Charles spoke next. “There is no “used to” a
s it relates to us Lyla. Nothing has changed, despite the new twist of fate that we’ve been dealt. Now, since we are alone once more, take off your panties and lean against the car, Lyla.”
There was no asking of her for anything; instead Charles demanded it of her, always. She did as he asked and she felt his hands creeping up the front of her dress, until he used his left hand to press down on her chest, holding her in place. His right hand was moving up her thigh, seeking the most intimate part of her. She whimpered as he made contact, his fingers cold from the night air as they pressed into her heat. He focused his attention on the tiny nub he found there, his concern only in making her body react to his as she always did.
She arched into him, the threat of being caught was overwhelming, but even as she glanced around the parking lot she soon lost control, no longer caring if someone caught them in the precarious situation they were in. She pushed down onto his hand, wanting more of him. He gave her another thrust and soon she felt the wet heat of his mouth as he feasted from her body. She was laying on the car completely now, her legs spread wide for his mouth. She felt each of her breasts being popped out of her bra and soon she saw Nick’s head as he bit down slightly on her raised nipple, causing her to buck wildly. He was good at that, manipulating her massive breasts into pleasure. She let her eyes meet his and he kissed her slightly before he sucked a nipple into his mouth, pulling and stretching it between his lips roughly. She felt her body shake and shudder as the two of them worked her body into a frenzy. When her orgasm came it crashed into her and she violently grinded into Charles’ mouth.
They stood, straightening their clothes, letting her breathe for a mere second before she let them help her up. She redressed, thinking about how wrong it seemed to continue on the odd relationship they seemed to have started.
As they neared the house she moved to go to her car but they stopped her, slipping a piece of paper in her hand. She frowned slightly as she looked down at it. It was simply an address.
“Come there tomorrow night. We will be there waiting for you.” Charles was the one who gave instruction in all things and she merely nodded at him as she slipped into the cool leather seats of her car and started off. It had certainly been an interesting day.
The next day she woke feeling under the weather, something she hadn’t felt in a long time. There was nothing else to do but sleep in and nurse herself back to health. She lay there thinking long and hard about her life and what she wanted to do with it. She was somewhat sheltered, having only been with two men in the last year. She heard the click, before she recognized that someone was at her door. Standing, she made her way over to peek out of the door, but she saw no one, though a shiver went up her spine. As she turned to go she saw the rose and black ribbon laying on the mat of her apartment.
She swallowed hard, feeling fear well up inside her. The card attached was just as frightening.
Good girl, It’s your turn to shine!
I don’t share with others, lose the boyfriends or they will end up like your friend. I’ll see you soon.
She knew it was from him, the last person who had been with Chelsea, and she also knew it was a dangerous game she was playing. He seemed to think she avoided the police because of him, when in truth it had nothing at all to do with him, it was about herself. She clutched the card to her and moved back inside to lock the door.
She put the rose in the trash, pulling the card off first. Maybe it was time to tell someone something after all. For now, she crawled back into bed.
There was little doubt in her mind that they would be upset that she didn’t make it the night before. Charles had given her an instruction, and she typically followed it to the law. Last night, however, whatever had her feelings so poorly had made her sleep into the early hours of the day.
She lay there, soothing her fever and as she did so she felt the bed shift slightly. Glancing up she saw Nick there. She frowned as she tried to raise up, but her body refused to move.
“Lyla, you should have called.” She felt the coolness of a rag on her forehead. “I could have been here for you.” He continued on with his ministration and soon she was napping quietly.
The next time she woke up she was in a clean sheet, laying on her bed. She felt better than before and she smiled to herself as she looked around the room, coming face to face with Charles.
She took in his dark look, concerned about what he would say next. He was an avid lover, but she knew better than to ever cross him, and she did her best to obey his wishes whenever he requested something of her.
“If you’re sick Lyla, you will call us from now on, is that clear?” He was quiet as he spoke, his words short and clipped.
“I didn’t think…” She trailed off.
“No you didn’t, that’s why I am upset. This will never work if you’re not open with us, Lyla.” He looked up at her, taking a few long strides in her direction.
She wanted him to pull her close, but she knew better than to expect that of him. He stood by her, lifting her chin up to make eye contact. “Tonight we are coming to see you. There are some things that need to be discussed.”
“Okay.” She let her gaze drop down, but looked up at him once more when he lifted her chin.
“How are you feeling?” He stared at her face intently, searching her over for an explanation of why she had felt so bad.
“Much better actually.” She barely got the words out before his mouth found her neck, kissing and dipping his tongue into the collar of her neck.
She moaned as he moved over her, running his fingers down her collarbone and into the cleavage there. She moved the blanket away, giving him access to her, knowing he would want her to be submissive. He almost smiled at her actions, but he regained composure quickly, not revealing himself to her.
“How much better are you feeling?” he whispered it as he trailed kisses down her chest, his tongue flicking out to taste the peaks of her breasts.
She moaned, finding her body reacting to him. “I’m…o-ok.” She managed to sputter.
He moved to remove his clothes, and she was reminded of how perfectly sculpted he was. He lowered his body to slide along the length of her. His hands moved against her skin as he put his face next to hers. He looked her over as he moved his fingers into her, teasing her and touching her most sensitive areas.
It was unlike him to be so close, his actions were so different than Nick ‘s when they were together. He seemed concerned, almost vulnerable as she looked up at him. He moved and she felt him shift until they were almost joined.
“Don’t scare me like that Lyla, ever.” He kissed her as he pushed into her roughly, taking and claiming his body as her own. She clung to him, this new side almost taking over and pushing his body to own hers with a sweet abandon.
Soon he switched, flipping her over onto her stomach as he pushed into her roughly, grabbing a fistful of her hair at the base of her neck. He pulled back on her, making her back arch roughly as he pummeled into her, owning her body as is should be. He moved faster and faster until suddenly he slowed, making long, deep strides inside her.
Her body trembled and ached with his movements. She felt him then, pressing against her other opening, preparing her for a new entry. She spread her legs wider, knowing what he wanted, and as he let her hair go, she lay face down on the bed, baring herself to him completely.
He moved slowly at first, pushing into her, moaning loudly as he owned her in this special way. She cried out as he pushed and then pulled once more, slipping and sliding as he soon found himself pushing in all the way, until she was full of him, and she knew he was satisfied.
Sated, he rolled over, pulling away from her. She waited for him to say something, and he stood, kissing her lightly on the forehead.
“We will be back tonight Lyla. There is much to discuss.”
She watched him leave, and only then did she let her guard down once more. He was a superb lover, and she would miss him when she was gone. She picked up the phon
e, cradling it in her hand as she thought about what to do. She hated losing her mother, and leaving the two men she cared about most behind, but she had to help Chelsea. She deserved that much.
She loved them, she knew that each of them were special in different ways, meeting a need that she had when the other couldn’t. Now, they were going to be a family, and she felt the only good thing in her life starting to slip away. She rolled over in the bed, letting the tears slip down her face. Now that it was real there was no way of keeping the truth from them, and she would have to go sooner rather than later. There was no way she could stay around and let this crazy person hurt the people she loved.
She grabbed a few things, nothing special, as she made her way down to her car to go. It wasn’t her fault. Not really. She would do whatever it took to keep them all safe. She had never been worried before, not like this anyway. It ultimately came down to choices and her choice to get involved was why she found herself here now.
The call had been a short one; the detective who answered asked her more than a few questions and he had asked her to bring the card down to the station. She felt the same fear she’d had years ago as she walked slowly inside, pushing down bile that came with her panic as she went to the desk for help.
She saw him as he walked her way, and she followed behind, certain somehow the older man was watching her every move. She told him everything, including her interaction with the man. Anything she told them may be helpful later.
“How well do you know this guy?” The detective gave her a once over.
She crossed her arms, staring back at him. “I don’t, not really. I’ve danced for him before, and we had that private dance. The whole thing was weird and then I saw him with Chelsea all the time. I got the card this morning.”
“If you really want to help your friend, there is one thing you can do.” He stared at her and she swallowed hard before agreeing to hear his plan.