As dusk fell over Huntington Beach, Brian looked out of the window at the darkening sky from where he sat in the back seat of the cab. His mind was racing overtime, wondering just what had happened to prevent her from being there. It had been a long hard three months on the road away from home, and because of her job, she hadn’t been able to fly out and visit him once. All Brian had been looking forward to was getting off that damn bus and holding her in his arms, but she hadn’t been there to meet him like he had expected. He’d tried calling her cell and home, only to be greeted by the answering machine on both occasions.

Matt and Val had offered him a ride home, but Brian had rejected their kindness, settling instead to hail a cab, only asking that they take his luggage home with them, in case he felt the need to crash with them for the night. When he had first settled himself in the car, he wasn’t even sure of just where he was heading, but eventually he had made his decision. Now, as the cab came to a stop in an almost desolate street, and Brian looked at the building shrouded in darkness except for one small light by the door, he began to question whether he had made the right decision.

Handing the driver more than enough bills to pay for the journey, Brian stepped out onto the street, running a shaky hand through his dark hair before taking a few tentative steps towards the building. He hesitated as he reached for the handle, knowing that this could very well be a huge mistake, but eventually, he opened the door with surprising ease and made his way inside.

Music greeted his ears as he wandered through to the dimly lit room. His chocolate brown eyes surveyed his surroundings, finally settling on the silver pole in the middle of the room, the spotlight that emphasised it causing splashes of rainbow colored light to spill out onto the wooden floor. Exhaling deeply, Brian took a seat right in front of the pole. The music changed, the first few chords of Adam Lambert’s “For Your Entertainment” blasting through hidden speakers. A slender figure stepped out of the shadows, catching Brian’s eye.

He drank in her appearance, and was suddenly glad of how dark the room was as he visibly gulped. His eyes travelled up from the six inch heels she wore that emphasised her slim tanned legs, to the hem of the white dress shirt that was unbuttoned halfway, the black necktie that was casually knotted doing nothing to hide the purple lace bra that emphasised the swell of her breast perfectly. The black fedora that sat at a slight angle finished off her outfit as her hips swayed in perfect time to the music. A perfectly manicured hand reached up, removing the fedora, her blonde hair falling around her shoulders in a silky curtain. She flung the hat in his direction, giving him a sultry wink before wrapping her leg around the pole.

Brian sat mesmerized by her routine, all the reasons as to why he had doubted he should have been there completely erased from his mind. He watched, entranced, as the tie flew off in another direction before she slowly began to undo the buttons on her shirt. Brian gripped the sides of the chair as she shed the thin white cotton from her shoulders, the purple underwear leaving very little to his already warped imagination as she hoisted herself onto the pole and turned upside down in one graceful fluid motion. Brian groaned loudly, not caring anymore, as he watched her run her hands along her breasts, caressing her nipples through the lace.

The song began to come to it’s finale, and she slid back to the floor, her heels clicking on the wood as she walked towards him. Reaching forward, she took hold of his hand, pulling him up from the chair and led him silently to another room.
Closing the door behind them, she indicated for him to make himself comfortable on the luxurious couch. Brian complied silently, once again unable to do no more than watch her. She straddled his lap, leaning forward and pressing her lips softly against his neck. Brian closed his eyes, his head resting on the back of the couch. His hands settled on her hips, gripping them slightly at the feel of her teeth nipping at his neck. He tried to keep his breathing even, but he found it useless as his weakness showed, his cock starting to strain against the denim of his jeans.

Her fingers toyed with the hem of the black v neck shirt he wore, and she encouraged him to sit forward so she could rid him of it.

“Fuck!” Brian breathed, running his calloused fingers up her sides as her tongue travelled tantalizingly along his well defined chest.

His longer slender fingers reached around her back, expertly undoing the clasp of her bra. He discarded it to the floor, taking her breast in his hand, and bringing it to his lips, flicking his tongue across her nipple. Her hands stole into his hair, gripping it, a satisfied moan escaping her as Brian continued to devour her breast.

Glancing up at her, Brian’s eyes met hers, and he knew he was lost, there was no turning back. He needed to have her. One hand strayed from his hair, coming between them so she could manipulate him through his jeans. Brian couldn’t stop as he bucked his hips a little, each rubbing motion she made making him want nothing more than to bend her over the couch and pound into her.

Her other hand moved down, and she swiftly undid his belt, only to tease him once again as she slowly undid the button and zipper on his jeans. With a smirk, her blue eyes shining, she slid to the floor on her knees, motioning for Brian to raise himself a little so that she could remove them, along with his shoes and socks. Once he was free of them, she leaned forward a little, kissing just above the waistband of his boxers, before hooking her fingers in the sides and relieving him of those too.

Taking hold of him, she ran her hand up and down his cock, running her thumb over the tip. She straddled him once more, rubbing herself against his swollen shaft. Brian growled at the feeling of how moist she was through the lace of the thong she still wore. He wanted to be inside her, feel her around him so badly that he was practically aching for her. Frustrated that she was taking her time, Brian pushed her thong to one side, grabbed her hips and rammed himself into her, the scream of pleasure she let out was like the sweetest music he had ever heard.

Grabbing her golden hair, Brian pulled her head back slightly to expose her neck. His lips were soon attached to her soft skin, sucking and nipping as she rode him, her hands resting on his shoulders, her nails digging into him more and more. She kept a steady pace, in spite of the way her breathing became ragged. Brian knew she was close, but he was no where near ready yet. Pushing herself against him so that she could feel him rubbing along her clit, she allowed the orgasm she felt rising within her take over, moaning loudly as she coated him with her wetness.

“Get up,” Brian commanded, helping her off his lap.

She gave him a curious look, gasping as he pulled her to the side of the couch, bending her forwards over the arm. Sitting under her, Brian gently used his fingers to open her up, running his tongue around her, savouring the taste of her. His mouth found her clit, sucking on it as he worked her towards another orgasm with his fingers, thrusting them into her faster as she clenched around him, spilling over his face.

Brian stood back up, wiping his hand over his face, then licking her sweet juices from his fingers. Grabbing her hips once more, Brian slammed into her again, all the while encouraging her to move with him. His hips collided with her in a perfect rhythm. He gazed down, watching himself pound into her, unable to resist the temptation to slap her ass, bringing forth an almost strangled cry of ecstasy from her. Feeling his balls beginning to constrict, Brian knew he was almost spent, thrusting into her deeper and deeper until he came furiously and loudly.

They both moaned as Brian pulled out of her, almost stumbling together as they moved and collapsed on the couch in a tangled heap. She looked at him for a moment, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

“Welcome home baby,” Tonya murmured, leaning in to kiss him.

Brian tucked a lock of her damp blonde hair behind her ear and smirked.

“I didn’t know what the fuck to think when you weren’t there to meet me,” he admitted. “But if this is how you’re going to welcome me home from now on, then I really don’t mind.”

Tonya laughed, nestling into him closer as he wrapped his arms around her.

“One question…when the fuck did you learn to move your way around a pole like that?” he asked, kissing the top of her head.

“Well a girl has to find a way to pass the time when she’s home alone,” Tonya replied.

“You know we’re moving that pole into the bedroom right?” he stated. “Because if we leave it there, those other dirty fuckers will be expecting a show.”

Tonya laughed, knowing he was right.

“Believe me, Bri….it’s just for your entertainment."