TIFFIN 2

96

I didn't pay much attention as we made it to the strip club. My mind was racing with what Ellen had told me. It was no longer a secret. It was out that I had a sex tape and there was no erasing it. 

It was out there forever. 

"Don't pay attention to what she said," Kylie had warned, "she's only angry that you were able to move on from high school and she didn't." 

But I couldn't just ignore it. She was my true rival from back when and she still got to me.

That tape was like collateral to her. Just because she didn't attend the college didn't mean that she couldn't get to me. 

On top of everything else, she had a thing for my fiance. 

Before I was ready, I was thrust under crazy strobe lights, a loud bass beating against my eardrums. I was shocked to see that the club was nearly empty, though there were two gorgeous men grinding a pole on the stage. 

They were very theatric, dressed in police uniforms, performing amazing aerobics between each interval on the pole. 

There were also a few scandalously dressed girls on the floor serving drinks. 

Brendan went into a state of shock; he floated towards the main stage, of his own will. 

The strippers didn't seem thrown off by this. They knelt down closer to Brendan's face with their crotches, making him laugh. 

Oh please... do not let him meet his boyfriend at a strip club. 

"Well come on ladies!" Kylie screeched. "Let's go have some fun!"

We all followed in Brendan's wake, eyeing the energetic men entertaining him. 

I was out of my element, watching as all my friends raised their hands towards the dancers, offering cash. Even Josephine was jumping the air, joining in. 

Was I being too stuck up right now? 

Before I could think much more on this, I was pulled roughly onstage by someone. One of the dancers grinned, surveying my appearance. 

"We hear you're the new bride!" He shouted out. 

I didn't bother replying. I felt uncomfortable enough up here. I was frozen, unsure of what to do. 

As he began removing his shirt and rubbed up against me, I held up my hands awkwardly.

Oh god. Why did I feel like I was cheating right now? Was this really tradition?

When I looked down at my friends, they were only encouraging and chanting for me to dance along with this man I didn't know. 

I couldn't...

As the dancer managed to twirl me around, I swore I saw a bundle of familiar hair by the entrance, but when I leveled my feet again, the doorway was empty. 

That couldn't have been...

As if on cue, my phone buzzed. Crap. I just knew that was Hero. 

I rested a hand on the stripper's chest. 

"I'm sorry. Excuse me." 

I leapt off the stage and made a break for the bathrooms before anyone could a thing. I peeked at my phone on the way down the darkened hall. 

It read: 

I swear if that motherfucker grinds on you one more time. 

I didn't get to pocket my phone before I was grabbed and shoved behind a door.

Staring back at me in fluorescent lighting was my fiance, looking as brooding but attractive as ever. 

"Hero... I swear I didn't know-" 

"Did you like that?" He spat protectively. "Did you like him making you feel like that?"

I bit my lip. 

"I wasn't expecting that to happen... he just grabbed me-"

Being more gentle than I could have anticipated, he lifted me into the nearby sink, grasping my padded breast through the black velvet. 

"You wore this on purpose," Hero hissed through his teeth, "you knew it would make me want to fuck you." 

I swallowed through the dryness in my throat. 

"Is... is that what you want? Do you want to fuck me?" 

He licked the metal in his lip. 

"I do, but I'll need to make this quick. I just want you to be sure that once I marry you... you're all mine." 

I didn't take time to ponder on that.

This was what I wanted.

I spread my legs, allowing my skirt to ride up my legs. 

First, he slid his hands up the length of my thighs, fingering the hem of my tan panties. He lingered there, licking his lips. 

Oh my... was he tipsy? 

"I like these." He groaned. "Fuck... how I want to drag them down with my teeth." 

He slowly inched his hands up from my hips, trailing them along my torso, then to my bra, kneading it. 

"You should be naked under this dress." He whispered. "Would have given me easier access." 

With force, he lowered my bra cups. His nails flicked at my nipples through the velvet material, making me squirm on the sink. 

Being me, I feel into it, making Hero chuckle. 

"This is fun." He said. 

Now fitting my boobs into each of his large hands, he squeezed the mounds as he bit down on one, leaving a red mark. 

Using his tongue to lap at the bruise, he moved to my slender neck, sucking harshly. He continued this, leaving a long trail down my collarbone, then buried his face into my breasts, pressing light kisses ever so tenderly. 

I arched my back, reveling in the feeling. This was so simple, yet so erotic. Hero knew just what to do to make me feel loved. 

"Can't you just fuck me?" I murmured. 

He pulled away, tutting at me. 

"No. I can't. You should head back before your friends suspect something. I'll sneak away somehow."

Damn it.

What a tease he was.