Welcome to the Party! It's in my bedroom

Welcome to the Party! It's in my Bedroom

Chapter 1-Pilot

As I hang out in the backroom on break with my best friend and other co-workers it was great and all, but then that annoying dick bag, Eric started to ring my fucking phone off the hook. Picking up the phone, I can already hear that he's fucking stoned.

"Hey Rach, listen I was wondering if we could hang out tonight if you're free—" I cannot hang out with him, if I'm right which I always am with Eric, he's with his guys and having more weed on them, the two last things I need are jail time and groupies which don't turn me on. It grosses me out and I've done some dirty shit but smokin' a joint and getting it on in groupies aren't allowed in my day planning book.

"Look Eric, as much as I'd like to get a good fuck with someone sober and without other people involved, I'm not interested,"

"You fucking bitch, I—I'm sober—" Eric says then I can hear him throwing up his dinner which was the first AND last time we fucked he had some crazy shit on his plate, I can't remember what though…thank the Heavens to be perfectly honest.

"I gotta go Eric and I'm going to block your number," I say in irritation then hanging up, I block his number immediately. Stephanie looks at me then rolls her eyes.

"What? That dick was expecting me to go into a groupie with him, and he was smoking weed with his friends!" I say defending myself.

"No Rachael, you need to stop making excuses! I mean come on, you're twenty-nine and still haven't settled down yet, I got a boyfriend and we've been serious for the past three years now, try to think about getting some kind of excuse to settle down, please?" Stephanie says pleading with me.

"I don't want to settle down, I just want one thing and that's to have a good time, end of discussion Stephanie!" I say in annoyance. Standing up, I get my things together.

"I thought your shift ends at midnight?" Stephanie asks. Groaning from that question, I'll tell it to her flat.

"I need the rest of the night to myself I'll see you tomorrow Steph," I say then clocking off and getting on my way back to my apartment.

Walking into my cozy apartment, I go into the kitchen and I grab a bottle of orange cream soda and as I see my voicemail full. Man, that dick Eric really needs to lay the fuck off. Deleting the messages without even listening to them, I go to the living room where I turn on the TV and begin to watch a football game where I take the last few sips of my drink. Putting it down, I lay back and immediately passing out from tonight's work of lap dances and other shit.

Chapter 2

Waking up, I hear Stephanie's voice on the answering machine.

"Fuck, what does she want this early in the morning?" I ask myself rubbing my tired eyes. Getting up quick, I get to the phone and I pick it up.

"Hey, what's up?" I ask.

"Hey Rach, I got a really nice guy who wants to get to know you, can you pleaassseee go out with him? He is a good, warm hearted man and I know you'll love him," she says. I don't know…

"Well, since you're my best friend and my only best friend that unlike the other strippers that just happens to be on my shit list for stealing shit from my wallet, I'll go out with this guy, but if he asks me to marry him or if I find out that he has kids, I'll be out the fucking door, okay Stephanie?" I ask her. All Stephanie does is squeal out in excitement.

"Thanks babe, I really owe you one! Look I gotta go, Andy wants us to hang out at his parents this afternoon and I'm not even ready yet so I'll see you at work tonight?" she asks.

"Yeah, but don't forget, if he fucks with me in any way shape or form, I'll be out like the wind that flies away from him," I say.

"Yes deary, I'll text you where to meet him and when," she says. I hang up the phone, and start getting ready for that date.

Walking down the busy streets of New York City, people staring at me for my reputation here. I'm not a size zero, a stripper, and I sleep with men that are already taken AKA: Married men with that damn good lookin' wedding ring on.

"I hope this guy isn't a total dick-hole like Eric," I say to myself as I walk in and I stare at a man that looks like what Stephanie described him as. He is wearing a "Banana Republic" suit which looks pretty fucking good for a tall deeply carved muscular man like him, I think she said that his name is Will Simpson. Like the show "The Simpsons" ha! Yeah, let's just keep that comment to myself. Walking inside the building, I walk up to him.

"Are you Will Simpson? If not I must be in the wrong Star Bucks," I say awkwardly. He just smiled. I guess I am right huh?

"Yeah, you got that right little lady, your name is Rachael, right? Otherwise I introduced myself to the wrong princess," Will says giving out a chuckle. Okay this seems like a nice guy, just don't abuse my interest in you idiot.

"Would you care for coffee or something to eat?" he asks. I just shake my head.

"I had something to eat already and I'm not a big coffee drinker, but if you're buying here, could you get a small cup of hot chocolate?" I ask quietly. All Will does is give a wicked smile, like he just wants to call me "Hot chocolate" what a stuck up horny as fuck bastard.

"Yeah, I'll be right back, but to give you a bit of a waiting time for my parting," Will says then leans forward and kisses me on the lips. The passion that he had for me, or so I think, it's rushing throughout my body and I can already feel soaked as fuck! Standing up, I grab my phone and other things and run off like the wind.

Chapter 3

"So that's fucking hot, you gotta give him a chance Honey Bunny!" Stephanie squeals over the phone, but then I hear a knock on the door, it's probably the landlord, I told him that I don't want to fuck him.

"I gotta go Steph, I think the landlord is here trying to fuck me again," I say groaning.

"Talk to you later Babe," she says then hanging up the phone I open the door.

"Listen Enrique Iglesias wannabe—" I say then shoving my boots down my fucking throat. It's him.

"Hey, sorry I just assumed that you were my landlord," looking at Will, I can tell he had a kick out of that, well unlike me anyway.

"I got that hot chocolate for you, don't worry, I won't hit on you again if you don't want me to," he says. Sighing from that comment, he's got a point.

"Come in, just don't abuse my patience with you, I just happen to be doing my best friend a favor, even though I'd rather have sex with my land lords wife that wants me dead for being her husbands obsession for like the past ten years since working as a full time stripper.

"Sit, and you don't have to be quiet, I hate people that don't talk," I say as I see Will taking a seat right next to me.

"Okay, I'm here and will talk about any topic known to the world of sex, money, power, and wealth, what's your interest?" he asks. Hmm…how about get the thought on how you're gonna fuck me in the ass out of your sick twisted head?

"I had graduated college with a four year degree in creative writing and before I started working as a stripper, I worked as a writer, but since that didn't pay the bills all the time, I had to start shopping for jobs so stripping was easy as all you gotta do is just play the horny slut and do a dance for that lucky client," I explain to him. Will just sips on his hot chocolate, the only chocolate that he's getting.

"But what I don't understand is one little thing, why do you wish to not commit to one man? Stephanie said you weren't interested in finding love, or at least a serious relationship," Will says in curiosity. Hmm, maybe he's got a point, I mean like I guess I could, but I don't want to go out with him, Will's just too horny…even for me.

"Look Will, you're a nice guy and all—" I say, but Will cuts me off by kissing me on the lips. I can taste the flavor of his hot chocolate drink, his fragrance from an expensive cologne and the passion that I feel, even though I said no the first time I saw him here in my apartment. This is a yes and a strong, sexy, passionate feeling of a yes. Parting from me, he licks my ear and whispers.

"Care to take me to your bedroom?" he asks with a husky tone to his voice. All I can do is nod in submission. Getting up, I lead him to my bedroom where he takes off his suit jacket and loosens his tie, I slowly slide my bright pink strapless top off from my head and undoing my belt where I find myself seeing him unbutton each and every button from his suit shirt and then sliding the shirt off showing his nicely thick as fuck carved six pack with biceps larger than when he was wearing his shirt. Now down to the candy, he walks up to me sits me onto the bed where he undoes his belt and pulls down his pants. Revealing his large, massive, Godlike cock with veins popping out like it was in strain for someone to please it. To stroke it and make it explode!

"This is just for you my little lady, take my word for it your mouth is mine!" Will roars out then rams it down my throat and slides it slow and as he grunts harder and harder, I can feel it getting thicker and larger. Oh my fucking God just cum in my mouth already! After moments of sliding it up and down my throat, it finally happens, it shoots directly down my throat and all that taste, all that splendor is right with me.

"Boy I never had that kind of blow job ever!" Will chuckles out in relief when he smacks his tip against my cheek and rubs drops of cum that were still on his cock onto my breasts. The pleasure in the here and now was something I never felt before.

"Are you free Saturday night?" Will asks. Smiling wickedly, I nod.

"Only if you let me ride there,"