Teach Me by Ashleigh Townshend Page A

clench tight on Lucas’s cock and I scream as he pounds deeper and deeper.
    “Fuck,” I scream and they keep slamming into me in both holes.
    Tim comes first – nearly twenty minutes later and my ass is soaked with his cum. He pulls out but keeps holding me, now cupping my ass and guiding me along Lucas’s cock. My fluids slip along Lucas and some of Tim’s cum mixes with it. There is so much lubrication and if Lucas was not so fucking big, he would never be able to stay tight inside of me. However, since he is giant, he just keeps on thrusting until I feel nothing but Tim’s hands on my ass and Lucas’s cock, all the way down to his balls, digging deep into my cunt. Finally, Lucas comes and it’s fucking intense. He growls like he is going to hurt someone and there is so much cum when he explodes that I feel like I’ll be wet for days.
    “Slut,” Lucas says as he pulls out and goes to the bathroom to clean off. Tim laughs at me and tosses me naked on to the couch. He says nothing, just dresses and leaves.
    When Lucas comes back, he’s still naked and he sits in the dining chair now vacated by Tim. “Tim needs me to go away with him next week,” he says.
    “Go where?”
    “Into the city. He has a huge fight for me and I could make five times what I made from Mike Ellis.”
    “Do you have to kill someone?” It’s a low blow but how can he be considering it? He told me he would win and then start losing – that he would find a way out. Doesn’t he want to be out?
    “Why are you acting like this? Do you understand how good this is for me?”
    “You said you were going to get out,” I remind him.
    “Well, I don’t want to be out. Why are you such a fucking hypocrite?”
    “What are you talking about?”
    “You tell me to get out when I show up high – and then you buy fucking drugs for me.”
    “I thought you were going to die,” I tell him.
    “Whatever. I want you to come with me,” he says. “All week.”
    “Lucas, I have school. I can’t come with you.”
    “Why the fuck not?”
    “Because I have classes.”
    “So quit.” He’s being unreasonable.
    “You’re the one who told me you wanted me to stay there,” I point out.
    “Yeah, but that was before you blew me off for the biggest fight of my life.”
    “What day is the fight?”
    “Thursday night,” he answers.
    “I’ll take Friday off and drive up after classes Thursday. Does that work?”
    “Fine. But I’m gonna be a fucking mess without you,” he whines.
    “I’m sure you’ll be fine,” I tell him. He’s so fucking moody. I don’t know how to please him.
    “Well, I have to go for the night,” he says. “See you tomorrow?”
    “Sure.”
    He cups my face. “Don’t be mad. Tomorrow night is the only night we have until next week. I want to enjoy it.”
    “Whatever, Lucas.”
    He leaves and I’m so fucking angry. I take out my cell and call Leo. Groveling, I beg for some work. Luckily, he had a call out tonight, and I go take a shower, pissed at Lucas and looking forward to getting back to my normal life.
    ****
    The club is crowded tonight. There are two different bachelor parties and they both want private dancers. Amber takes one group – the older ones in business suits – and I get stuck with the frat boys. I can’t argue, because Leo is doing me a favor. Besides, they spend a lot just for the room and I figure maybe they’re spoiled, entitled frat boys and I can squeeze more money out of them.
    The best man is a kid named Greg, who looks like he spends more time in the gym than at school. He introduces me to each of them, but I’ll never remember their names. I try to focus for when he introduces the groom, another kid named Nate. It strikes me that Nate is older than Lucas, which is odd, since he looks so nervous and young.
    “So what do you boys want?” I get the impression this was an idea rather than a plan. None of them look like they’ve ever been near a stripper.
    “What are our options?”