mirrored her position, the metal of the pole tight between my thighs as I arched my back, trailing autumn curls towards the ground. I could feel the ridge of the steel against my clit, the thrum of excitement like electricity zipping through my nipples.
Cara twisted and lowered herself, coming to rest in an artistic sixty-nine; her body, and mine, and the pole between us. We moved to the beat, slowly, sensuously, as the spotlights danced.
She dropped to the floor, flipping herself upright on dainty legs, while I danced for my shadowy Jason, losing myself in the beat.
I’d been nervous in practice, non-committal, but on stage it was different. I was ready.
I tugged at the ribbon of my babydoll, letting my tits fall free with only nipple tassels for modesty. The crowd roared, urging me on as the beat picked up. I was dancing, free, alive...
The heat of a hundred pairs of eyes burned hot on my skin, but my eyes were all for Jason. I knew where he was, I could feel him there.
I could feel his dirty friends, too, feel the pulse of their dicks in their jeans as they drooled over the promise of what was to come.
My dirty Jason and his dirty fantasies... my dirty fantasies... our dirty fantasies.
I couldn’t get enough.
A final twirl and the crowd were on their feet. Applause and whistles, and the heady musk of sex in the air.
Club Explicit. Haven for dirty bad people just like us.
I loved it here.
“I loved it,” I buzzed. “I loved being on stage here, Jason. Loved it!”
He teased at my tassels, his kiss hot and needy as he claimed me from the stage. “Ok, dirty girl, the answer’s yes.”
“Yes?!” I gushed. “You mean it?”
“You convinced me.” He held out a membership card, all shiny and gold with my name on it. “We are officially VIP members of Club Explicit, Gemma Taylor, for the next three months, at least.”
I jumped up and down, bursting with excitement, until there was a but... a big fucking but.
I stopped moving, deadpan. “What do you mean, there’s a but?”
“I got a call today, from my agent.”
My breath hitched. “The Singers? They’re offering you another contract?”
He shook his head. “Not the Singers...” He wrapped me in strong arms, a wicked smile on his face. “I’ve been offered a season in the MLS. Los Angeles Stars. It’s soccer time, dirty girl, say you’ll come.”
“You want me to come to L.A. with you?!”
“Unless you have anything better planned.”
I pretended to think it through. “...I think I can just about fit you in.”
“I know you can fit me in, Gemma. The question is... how many of my filthy friends can you accommodate at the same time?”
The rush of excitement came to rest firmly between my thighs.
I took my Jason’s hand tight in mine. “Let’s go and find out...”
THE END
Dirty Bad Secrets
Jade West
Bonus Chapters
Chapter One
Faye
Club Explicit’s double wooden doors looked surprisingly innocent in the daylight. For me they were always in darkness, illuminated in the sombre glow of dull street lighting and the seedy reflection of red neon. My fist hovered in mid-air. No. Knocking wouldn’t do. I ferreted around my handbag until my fingers closed around the jangle of keys. I remembered the one I needed, but the doors didn’t. They held firm. New locks.
Shit.
I took a step back to stare up at the unmarked facade. No signs of life, but that was to be expected on a Friday afternoon. I skirted the building, weaving through the wheeled bins and beer boxes until I found the staff entrance.
Bingo. My staff key still worked. My nerves jangled louder than the keys. I took a breath. Just like old times. No big deal.
The door opened with a familiar creak, and I was in the same old side hallway. Drinks signs and cleaning supplies, sex toys in boxes, and the same old kitchen with the same old kettle. Some things never change, but some things do.
I didn’t recognise the girl with the green hair at the kitchen counter. She was scrubbing out a couple of mugs, a heavy thump of bass sounding from her plugged ears. Pierced brows rose high as she turned to grab a towel, and she jumped backwards, sending the coffee jar tumbling.
“Jesus Christ!” She yanked the cords and her earplugs fell loose. I recognised the tune, one from Explicit’s regular playlist right back from when we opened. “You scared the jeebies out of me!” She swept up the coffee grains with a tut. “We’re