Page 34 of Trouble

HERE COMES TROUBLE

TROUBLE

The imagein the mirror made me want to throw up. I’d been half-ass naked in front of many of my club brothers before. I’d even received blow jobs in the common area where everyone could see, but all that paled in comparison to the humiliation I was about to put myself through to prove a point to my woman.

Twice since we started dating, and I wasn’t counting the first night we agreed to date, I’d walked into Paramour to find her in a g-string and pasties on stage shaking her goods for every fucking ass wipe in north Georgia to see. I was done with that shit. She was about to learn a serious lesson in what it felt like to have everyone in the fucking county and a few more besides know what her lover looked like naked.

Laughter bubbled up from my former roommate and I turned to see him looking at my bare ass cheeks. “Did you fucking wax?”

“Shut the fuck up. That shit hurt like a motherfucker.”

Hollywood’s laughter grew louder and the bastard doubled over and had to hold himself together. “Asshole,” I grumbled.

“Dude, I can see the red patches on your skin. Did you just get it done today?”

“When the hell else was I supposed to get it done?” I asked as I threw my hands up in the air.

“No sudden movements. Your dick just wagged at me from the mirror!” He yelled at me. “And everyone knows you can’t get a wax and then show off the bits the same day, especially not the first go round with wax. I think there’s a whole layer of skin missing.”

“Fuck you, I’m doing this.”

“What if it backfires and she likes it? Worse, what if she wants to incorporate a regular couples skit into the mix?”

Hmmm, that last idea wasn’t terrible. Then all those cum stains would know who the hell owned my woman’s body. It wasn’t them. It was me, only me. Then again, I didn’t want them to see the way she responded when my hands and mouth were on her body. I’d have to kill some fuckers.

“Okay, Redrum, put the body bags back in the closet. No one is going to make you both do the dirty on stage for all to see.”

“Why are you here again?”

“I thought you might want this to start the night out.” Hollywood held up an honest to God leather duster jacket that would come down to mid shins on me. I grinned up at him.

“Best idea you’ve ever had,” I praised him as I took the garment and put it on. The only other thing I was wearing was my riding boots and socks and the neon green thong that itched the shit out of my ass and squeezed my balls forward so far that it worked as a sort of pedestal for the rest of my package. It gave it the lift needed to show off that I was both a shower and a grower. Though, Trinity would probably kill me if I got hard in front of all the women who would be at the club later. My full hard-on package would not be contained by the skimpy green undies.

“I can’t wait to see this shit.”

“You won’t be there,” I demanded.

“Fuck that. Not only will I be there, but the rest of the club will too. They’ll probably have their cameras rolling too.”

“Son of a bitch. How do they even know? It’s supposed to be a secret. You know, shock and awe, motherfucker. How else am I supposed to teach her a lesson?”

“I cannot tell you how to do that without throwing up in my mouth because that’s my sister-cousin you’re talking about.”

I rolled my eyes again. There was no point in telling him to stop calling my woman his sister-cousin, it just made the dick do it that much more. “Okay, I think I’m ready.” I stated as I took one more look in the mirror.

Hollywood shook his head. “The duster wasn’t the only thing I brought. You need to be greased up for your stage appearance.”

“Greased up? What are you talking about?”

“When the men go on stage, they spray themselves down with oil. It makes your muscles look nicer and catches the light. Think of it like glitter on the female strippers. If you’re going to commit to this act, you need to go all the way, brother.”

“Fuck’s sake. Give me the damn oil then.” I held my hand out and Hollywood batted it away.

“Never fear, I got the spray kind and this.” The fucking idiot held up a rubber hand on a stick and gave me the shittiest grin known to the fucking brotherhood as he sprayed my ass and then smacked it with the hand.

“Ow, fucker! Missing skin, remember?”

“Oh, I remember. Think of this as torture for doing dirty things with my sister-cousin and me having to accidentally hear about them.”

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