For the last twelve years, Brynne had been my sister. But the feelings building inside me were anything but familial and pure.
“Never seen you so wound up. You need to get laid.”
“I need more than that,ese.” I needed the person I couldn’t have. Ignoring how wrong it was to lust over her, I made my selection and special request.
Brunette.
Dimly lit bedroom scene.
Masturbation and moans.
No blankets.
My special request was a University of Montana T-shirt I brought in the backpack, just like the one Brynne had. I wanted it to be the only clothing on the performer.
Excitement pulsed in my chest, making me adjustthe semi,growing in my pants. I couldn’t wait to see the show I had fantasized about since I met Brynne. If only I could taste her juices on her fingertips…
Get a grip, man. This is your step-sister you’re salivating over.
Jesus, I’m a sick fuck.
“Yo.” I raised my hand to the bartender. “More tequila, salt, and limes.”
“What’d up, man?” Espada eyed me with a knowing look.
“Nothing. Just wanna do some shots.”
“Right. You don’t fool me, ese. Tequila is your escape from—”
“Stop,” I growled.
“Whatever you say, boss.”
“Here you go.” The bartender placed three shot glasses, a salt shaker, and limes in front of me. I preferred a bottle of tequila, but this would do.
“Thanks.” Shortly, my sexual frustrations would be gone, and my head clear. I could soldier on doing my job as ordered. I hoped that’d be the case.
If this show didn’t help suppress my feelings, I didn’t know what I’d do for the next three weeks. I guessed it didn’t matter because I would be the asshole who destroyed Brynne’s world. She’d hate me when she learned I betrayed her.
Espada and I sat at the bar, patiently waiting for our number to be called. I did my best to not wiggle on the seat. Swear to God, it felt like ants were in my pants the more I imagined the scene in the private room and wished it were Brynne.
Dream about her all you want, man. She ain’t never gonna be yours.
Fuck, I know.
Life sucked ass.
7
Brynne
I entered Ted’s club from the staff’s door in the back. I wasn’t a regular and wasn’t on the payroll. Sure, I got paid, but it wasn’t a job. Performing was something I did for my own entertainment and pleasure.
When I was a little girl, I’d been starved for attention. My dad had worked a lot, and my mom had died. The only people around me were staff and bodyguards. I’d been a very lonely girl and desperate for affection.
I’d been the little girl who chased after boys to hug them in elementary school. In middle school, I made out on the first date. And in high school, I discovered I liked to be watched and given orders. Behind the bleachers, my boyfriend and I had fooled around but never had sex. I’d been deathly afraid of getting pregnant. My dad had warned me if I lost my virginity before I graduated from college, he would kill the guy.
I hadn’t believed him until the night he caught me in a compromising position with my boyfriend. My father was supposed to be out of town for a few more days, but he’d returned early. We’d only been exploring each other’s naked bodies. Totally harmless, but…