Chapter 28: A Little Voyerism Never Hurt Anyone

With the low lighting and dancers writhing around us, it was unlikely that anyone would notice what Natashya was doing. She spun around and ground against my arm as she looked over her shoulder at me with a harlequin smile. With the deft skill of someone who had talent at taking clothes off, my dancing partner managed to fish my cock out of my underwear and slip it through the opening in my pants, all while maintaining perfect rhythm to the music.

In a panic, my head whipped around wildly as I tried to spot anyone watching us. Still, the dozens of people I saw were either engaged in the music, openly making out with each other or some other similar activity. Natashya leaned back against me, pressing her palm into the length of my dick as she loudly said, “Slow down a little!”

Trusting her, I did as she said, my hips becoming more fluid as I slowed down to half the rhythm of the music. She matched me and stealthily slid my rock-hard cock between her legs, where she lodged it within her soaking pussy lips. It shouldn’t have surprised me that Natashya, of all people, hadn’t worn panties under that skimpy dress, but it did. I did my best to keep my hips placed where they needed to be as she backed up and plastered herself against me.

The feeling of her wet pussy as it enveloped half my cock was a unique sensation when paired with the lights, music, and surrounding masses. This moment was one of the craziest sexual experiences of my life ... possibly crazier than what I experienced with Helen and Bobbi.

I followed Natashya’s lead and rolled my hips slightly out of sync with hers, resulting in us actually fucking in the middle of the dance floor. She swung her head slowly from side to side, slipping her arms behind my neck to hold me close to her as we copulated among the unknowing masses. I felt her cool cheek as she brushed the corner of her mouth against mine.

“Settle down,” she said with a little laugh. “You look guilty! You’re going to get us caught.”

“You’ve done this before?”

“No,” she said. “Not in public like this.”

A man came dancing up to Natashya, brushing up against her breast with an arm as he got much closer than he needed. He flashed her a flirtatious smile, and she shifted her head so we could exchange looks. She smiled, winked at me, and then leaned forward as she still ground her crotch against mine. While still grinding against me, Natashya grabbed the man by the shirt and pulled him close; it almost looked like she was going to kiss him, but she stopped just short. She gyrated her hips as her head swayed back and forth, then slowly looked up at him as she licked her lips mere inches from his. When he smiled and leaned in to kiss her, she turned her head to the side so that his lips brushed her cheek. She shoved him lightly and leaned back against me, reaching up with one hand to grab the back of my head so she could crush her lips on mine for a sloppy make-out session.

We continued to dance while necking for about a minute before she pulled away, her chest heaving as she laid her head back against me. She reached down to grab my hands from off her hips and placed them on her chest, pushing them into her tits. The guy who had been flirting with her was nowhere to be seen.

“What was that?” I asked.

“Just showing him who I belonged to,” she said, smiling as she looked up at me.

“You belong to me now, huh?” I said, a little breathless. Part of it was from the dancing, and part of it was from the fact that I had my cock lodged in her cunt. “That sounds an awful lot like dating.”

“No,” she said, nuzzling into me. “You bought me for the week. I’m yours until it’s over.”

She looked around to ensure no one was paying close attention to us and then moved off me. As soon as my cock slipped free of her, she turned and stepped close so no one else could spot it hanging out of my pants. Covering it with her palm, she slipped it back into its confines and worked the zipper closed. We gazed at each other for a long moment, and she gave me a mysterious little smile.

I swallowed hard, desperately turned on by her teasing. “What? Not going to finish me off?”

Her smile grew a fraction, and she shook her head.

“You’re such a fucking tease.”

“I’m sure someone will relieve you before the night is over.”

“This looks cozy,” Erin called out as she slipped up behind Natashya, wrapping her arms around the dance and sandwiching her between the two of us. Natashya looked over her shoulder at my assistant, and their lips met. They blessed me with a front-row seat as they shared a long, soulful kiss.

“Fuck, dude,” a guy behind me said as he swayed to the music. He gave me a thumbs-up and yelled, “Good job!”

My ladies broke their kiss and grinned at him. His date slapped his arm, took his hand, and dragged him off stage. Erin and Natashya looked at me, and the three of us laughed at the man’s misfortune. I really was lucky to have surrounded myself with women like these.

“So, did I miss?” Erin called out. The music had slowed to something with a calmer beat, and we stayed pressed close to each other as we swayed to the beat.

“Not much,” I said, slipping my hands off Natashya’s waist and wrapping them around Erin, pulling her tighter against us. “Natashya flirted with a guy and then blew him off.”

“While I had Marcus’ cock in me,” the dancer clarified. “You can’t leave the important parts out, silly boy.”

“Damn! I missed a lot,” Erin said as she broke free of my hold and circled me. We spent the next several minutes dancing with me in the middle of an incredibly sexy sandwich. Erin slipped her arms around my waist, between Natashya and me, and slid them up. She massaged my chest before grabbing onto her friend’s tits and manipulating them. She peeled back some of Natashya’s top, giving me a fantastic view of her nipples while the dancer held me close, her hips moving in time with the music in a sexy display of athletic skill.

Erin made up for her lesser dancing ability by our bodies. She grasped my damp cock through my pants, Natashya’s ass, Natashya’s crotch, brought my finger to her mouth and sucked on it, and ran her tongue up the dancer’s back before biting her neck. By the time the song finished, the two girls weren’t dancing as much as they were participating in foreplay, which was driving me crazy. I finally slid my fingers into Erin’s silver hair and pulled her toward me, kissing her over Natashya’s shoulder as she watched us with abject lust shining in her eyes. Our tongues danced with each other, and I felt the gentle lips of our third dance partner softly caressing the side of my face as I made out with my assistant. Fuck, they both turned me on so fucking much.

I finally parted from Erin and looked down at my lovely little assistant and then at Natashya; they were both breathing hard and staring at me, radiating pure arousal.

“I need to settle down,” I said. “I’m going to get some drinks and head back to our spot.”

“You go ahead,” Natashya said, slipping free of my arm as she turned and pulled Erin into her, placing her lips on the other girl’s temple. “I’m going to see if she can get me off while out here. Then we’ll find you. We’ll consider it a challenge.”

“Oh really?” Erin said, clearly intrigued. “What do I get if I win?”

Regretfully, I left them before catching the answer and headed toward the large bar in the main lounge. I leaned against the bar and waited for one of the four people behind the counter to notice me. Wedged between two club-hoppers, I had to put up listening to the man pressed behind me talking to someone loudly on his phone. It was annoying, and I wasn’t the only one who thought so. The young woman in front of me kept looking over her shoulder and around me, throwing a dirty look at the man before looking back at the bar.

“It’s obnoxious, isn’t it?” I asked her.

She cut her eyes up at me and gave me a look of fervent agreement. Her skin tone was a rich, warm brown, almost the color of Shea’s. Her complexion, glossy black hair, and plush lips alluded to a heavy dose of pacific islander heritage. She reminded me a little of my masseuse, and images of Shea’s generous lips on my cock sent a pulse of arousal through it. God, I was surrounded by temptation no matter where I went.

The girl appeared in her early twenties but could have been a couple of years younger thanks to her hair put up in twin ponytails. She wore a revealing crop top cut with a sharp V in the front, giving me a clear view of the inner slopes of her breasts. There was no hint of a tan line, and I saw a glimpse of dark ink that disappeared under one breast. Her shirt stopped well short of her pants, exposing a generous amount of her tight abdomen and an impossibly slender waist. She stood roughly five feet and some change and wore tight pants that could have been painted on, displaying a cute, round bottom. She wore a deep burgundy lipstick and dark liner encircled her eyes, overemphasizing them and making them appear catlike. Long eyelashes made her dark eyes look even more prominent. A floral tattoo ran up one arm from elbow to her shirt sleeve, then seemed to continue along her ribs and waist, continuing until it disappeared under the waistline of her pants. She looked like a corrupted schoolgirl.

She also looked really fucking familiar.

Once I got over seeing boobs - something that always took time - I simply kept glancing at her when I thought she wasn’t looking.

Eventually, the annoying guy on the phone left after receiving his drink, and the bartender took her order. I piggybacked off the attention and placed mine as well. The girl glanced at me in annoyance at first, and then I saw her do a double take, her frown melting as she seemed to recognize me.

“Holy shit!” She said. “You’re uh...” She looked like she was fishing for the answer. “You’re the ... You’re the Gerrard guy!”

Fuck. I’d been made.

I glanced over my shoulder to see if her words had drawn any attention, but it looked like no one had heard her.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” I said as I looked back at her. She looked like she wasn’t sure if she believed me but didn’t push back. I looked back toward the bartender to see if they were close to finishing my drinks when I heard someone call my name.

“Marcus!”

I glanced around, not seeing any of my ladies, and then I realized the voice had belonged to the woman who had just ID’d me. I closed my eyes in frustration, knowing I’d been duped into giving myself away. Finally, I opened them and looked down at her. She was staring up at me with big dark eyes and a grin.

Where the hell had I seen her before?

“Fuck. Nice one,” I said dryly. “You got me.”

“So it is you,” she said.

“Yeah,” I replied, “but can you keep it down? I’m not looking to attract a crowd right now.”

“Why the fuck not?”

“Because I just left New York for a few days to get away and relax a little,” I explained.

“Relax?” she asked. “Why the fuck would you come to Vegas to relax? Aren’t you super rich? Couldn’t you just go to the Hamptons or something?”

“You can relax in Vegas,” I retorted. “I have a whole floor to myself in this casino with a masseuse and a pool.”

“Nah,” she said. “I’m not buying it. You go to Aspen to relax.”

“Well, I guess not just to relax. I’m here to have fun. I mean, I couldn’t come to a place like this without worrying about burning through money. I guess I wanted to be able to blow a wad of cash and be treated like royalty.” Then I added hastily, “While relaxing.”

“You wanted to peacock,” she said.

I cocked my head to the side and thought about it. I didn’t like being accused of peacocking, but I couldn’t deny it either. “Yeah, I guess that’s fair.”

And then I decided to change the direction of the conversation, “Look, where do I know you from?”

“Charming Charity?”

“Charming Charity,” I repeated. It sounded familiar.

“I have 2.1 million followers on my gamer channel and a combined 102 million followers on all my socials.”

“Oh!” I said as realization struck. I wasn’t an avid follower of hers, but I’d seen her pop up on podcasts, pictures, and video shorts. “Fuck! Thanks! That was gonna bother me!”

“No problem,” she said. “So, can I get a selfie with you?”

“You want a picture with me?”

“Yeah! You’re getting famous! You went from being a regular guy to a billionaire overnight. How much are you worth? I heard it was seventy million!”

“It’s closer to seven billion, according to my accountants,” I said, repeating the number I’d heard repeated since the story broke.

“Jesus! With a B?”

I gave her a tight-lipped smile and nodded.

“What’s that like?”

“It’s taking some getting used to,” I admitted.

“I’ll bet. Can I take some pics?”

I glanced around while I thought about it. Was that a good idea? I was trying to keep a low profile, and the last thing I needed was the internet announcing my location just because I couldn’t tell a pretty face no.

“Tell you what,” she said, picking up on my hesitation. “You want to relax. I get it. Let me take some pics with you, and I won’t post them until you’re back in New York.”

“How do I know I can trust you?”

“You don’t.”

“Seems risky,” I said.

“Here,” she said, picking up her phone as the bartender returned and set our drinks on the bar. “What’s your number?”

I gave it to her, and she entered it into her phone before typing away on the screen. A moment later, I felt my phone vibrate and pulled it out of my pocket to see a new text message from an unrecognized number. I opened it and read the message - Can I take a pic with you? I promise I won’t post them till after you leave town. - CC

“There,” she said, her smile challenging me to give an excuse this time. “Evidence. If I post them early, you can financially ruin me.”

I looked back and forth between her and the message and then finally nodded. It was hard to say no to a pretty face.

She spun around and backed up into me, raising her phone so it was almost at eye level. With her body pressed firmly against me, she raised her free hand next to her face and made the peace sign as she took the picture. I simply smiled up at the camera. Then she took several more; the last couple were with her free arm snaked up my chest and around the back of my neck while she gave the camera a smoldering look. She finished it by pulling my head down to plant her plush lips on my cheek for a kiss.

“Thanks!” she said as she spun around and backed away. She typed away on her phone as she asked, “You here with anyone?”

“A few friends,” I said.

She glanced up at me as she chewed on the inside of her cheek. “‘Friends,’” she said, her tone disbelieving. “Okay. How many?”

“Ten,” I said, “But half of them are my security.” I hiked my thumb over at the two Johns standing close by, looking like a couple of casual club-goers. “Those guys at my five-o’-clock are two of them.”

“Okay,” she said and started typing on her phone again. “You got any plans for tomorrow?”

“I came here with a pretty open schedule,” I admitted.

“Cool. If you and your friends want, you should hang out with us. There’s a party on the rooftop of the Silver Mirage if you’re interested. Some pretty awesome people are gonna be there. You know Carlos Miguel, right?”

“Of course!” I said. “I was a big fan of Back-Alley Panic 1 and 2, but I didn’t even bother seeing 3 when they said he wouldn’t be in it. He made those movies!”

She nodded, “He’ll be there. Sharon Wright, too.”

Fuck. This hot stranger had just invited me to a party with relatively well-known movie stars and massive influencers. Everyone I knew would be green with envy. It’d probably blow my cover, but missing an opportunity like this would be a travesty.

“I’ll check with my people.”

“Good deal,” she said. “I’ll text you tomorrow to check in! It was good meeting you, Marcus!”

“You too...” I hesitated, unsure whether to use her full name or if I could get away with just part of it. “Charity?”

She nodded. “Yep!”

And with that, I took the three drinks I ordered and returned to my VIP booth.

With the two Johns in tow, I returned to find Chloe, Shea, Erin, and Natashya. Erin was in Natashya’s lap, one arm draped over her shoulder, and Shea sat beside them. I noticed Natashya’s hand buried between Shea’s legs as the more petite girl sipped on a drink, managing to look unphased by the stripper’s manipulations as she talked to Chloe. My bodyguard tracked me as I moved closer to them, with a drink in each hand. I climbed the stairs to my raised platform and handed the drinks to Erin, who took both.

“Thank you!” Erin said as she took a sip of hers. Then she draped her arm back over Natashya’s shoulders and fed her some of her own drink.

“So,” I said over the din of the background music as I sat on the couch opposite them, “who won?”

“Who do you think?” Erin said, grinning behind her glass as she took another sip. She gave me a wink.

“I shouldn’t have suggested the bet,” the dancer said. “After this past weekend, I knew what she could do.”

“Hell yeah, you did!” Erin shouted, fist in the air.

“What did you do to her?” I asked.

Erin opened her mouth as if she were about to answer, but Natashya cut her off. “It’s not polite to talk about such things so loudly.”

She turned her head and surprised Shea with a kiss, and I watched as the two Asian women hungrily made out for a moment. Erin slid off her lap and tumbled onto the seat next to the dancer, doing a good job of not spilling the drinks as she giggled.

Ending the kiss, Natashya stood up, took her drink from Erin, and approached me. She sipped the light green liquid in her glass, sat it on the table between the two couches, and climbed on me. Straddling my lap, her ass settled on my erection, and her eyebrows arched as she covered her mouth with her fingers in mock surprise.

Natashya leaned forward, her lips dangerously close to my face as she placed her hands on my shoulders. “Why, Marcus! Have you stayed hard for me this whole time?”

Telling her about Charity and how she had pressed her body against me and kissed my cheek with her luscious lips crossed my mind, but I decided to play along.

“Of course,” I said, grinning up at her. “You didn’t let me finish, and it’s all I’ve been thinking about since I left.”

“Tsk,” she said and brushed her lips against mine in a soft kiss that was over before I’d had a chance to register it was happening. “That can’t be allowed. We need to get you laid.”

“Do you think we’ll be able to find anyone?” I asked, enjoying the back-and-forth with her.

Her eyes rolled as she held her chin in her hands, “Hmm. I think we can manage.”

With the skill born of her profession, Natashya pivoted on my lap as she did a one-eighty so that she was now sitting and facing away from me. She leaned back against my arms, stretching out behind my head, as she brought her cheek to mine and nuzzled me. Her legs were spread on either side of my lap, causing her short dress to slide up her thighs, showing off her still-wet pussy. I took a quick look down the dancer’s shirt and then looked up to see what Erin and Shea thought about getting a front-row seat to the show Natashya was putting on, and I found myself looking into Ashlee’s shocked face as she stood at the top of the stairs watching us. Much taller than Princess VanCamp, Emily could still peer over a shoulder despite standing a step below Ashlee. She looked just as shocked.

“What the fuck is going on?” Ashlee said with surprise and a touch of anger coming through her tone.

Ashlee!” I said, but Natashya cut off whatever else I’d planned on saying.

“What does it look like?” She rolled her hips, grinding her ass into my erection almost painfully. A low moan escaped her throat as she stared at Ashlee through hooded eyes.

“We’re here to have fun, and we are having it,” she continued.

“I ... Well ... We...” Ashlee said, clearly at a loss for words.

“Relax, Ash,” Erin giggled. “We’re all adults here, just having a little fun. It’s not like she has his dick shoved up her cooch.”

Well, I thought, not anymore.

Coming from anyone else, that might have been acceptable, but Erin...

Ashlee wheeled on my assistant, her mouth opening and closing several times like a fish, “I’m relaxed! I just don’t think-”

“We’re all having fun here, hun. You’re not gonna be a buzzkill, are you?”

“We’re...” Ashlee started saying, her dark eyes glancing from Erin to Shea to me, then Natashya. I was poised to slide the stripper off my lap if Ashlee showed even a hint of going nuclear, growing more convinced with each passing hour that we weren’t right for each other. Still ... I needed answers from her.

“I can be fun,” she finally said, her eyes settling on Natashya and me. Although her tone was a little petulant, the conviction on her face looked sincere; she really wanted everyone here to believe she wouldn’t be a drag on the party.

“Come on then,” Natashya said, patting the seat next to us.

“Ashlee,” Emily said, touching the other woman’s shoulder. “You don’t-”

“No,” Ashlee said, brushing Emily’s hand off her shoulder as she stepped toward us. She sat on the couch and sipped her drink before setting it down. Then she settled into the cushions and looked up at Natashya, her jaw set in determination, and I wondered exactly how much experience Ashlee had at this sort of thing.

“Good girl,” Natashya said with a crooked smile as she began to undulate to the rhythm of the music playing all around us.

Emily stood on the step with her eyes fixed on us as Natashya began displaying her skills as a dancer. The music playing had changed to something closer to a classic rock song, and she decided to match the tone. The dancer reached down, grabbed my hands, and smashed them against her breasts as she arched her back. Some of her hair slipped free as she whipped her head back and forth, and somehow, she managed to slip her feet under her, thrust her hips forward, and roll the rest of her body away from me until she was on her knees, still straddling me in her lap. Her skirt bunched around the top of her thighs, and anyone on our dais could glimpse Natashya’s glistening pussy peeking out from underneath it.

She raised her arms over her head and swayed back and forth to the music before dropping one hand to slap her ass. Smiling down at Ashlee, she gave the more reserved woman a wink and then kicked a leg out from under her, using the movement to stand up in front of me. Natashya turned and dropped back down in my lap so she could face me once again, straddling me on her knees. Displaying an unbelievable amount of flexibility, she bent backward until her hair was nearly touching the floor.

Not wanting her to fall, I placed my hands on her waist to anchor her and glanced back up at Emily. She was still standing on the stare, lips slightly parted as she watched in fascination, her pale eyes dancing back and forth between me and the woman in my lap. I couldn’t tell whether she was uncomfortable seeing her brother this way or if she found the entire scene as strangely erotic as I did. Maybe both?

As Natashya launched herself up and brought her half-covered breasts near my face, I turned to look at Ashlee. I was surprised to see that she didn’t look as angry as I expected her to be. Her expression mirrored Emily’s in many ways, but there was something darker there ... something jealous.