The fellas had convinced him to go out. After the two years, he had been through he had more than deserved it. Still, Troy wasn't truly invested in the good time the fellas were offering to him. He was still trying to come to grips with his wife's accident. She had been one of the many victims in a 15 car pile up on the Interstate and the really fucked up thing was her body had never been recovered. His fellow police officers had been able to find Tracey's charred up Honda Accord, but they had never found her or her remains, which had made it even harder for Troy to accept that she was gone. He recalled spending weeks trolling through hospitals and morgues asking if anyone had seen a woman fitting her description but he'd met with shaking heads and lame apologies.
What made the situation worse was the guilt he continued to feel. The last time he had seen Tracey was when she had stormed out of the house after an argument. Tracey had just found out that Troy had slept with one of his female co-workers. He had spent that rainy morning trying to convince Tracey that it had been a one-time thing and that he'd never do it again. She had been so enraged and heartbroken she had grabbed her keys and run out of the house before Troy could stop her. That was the last time he had seen his wife - alive.
Troy and Tracey had known each other since high school. He'd been the quintessential jock, playing on the basketball and football team. He could've had any girl in the school, but he'd wanted Tracey. She wasn't the prom queen, but she wasn't a hag either. She had charm and wit. Her hazel eyes were welcoming and warm, framed in a doe shape. Her beautiful caramel skin shown sweetly, leaving a beautiful canvas for her lush lips and high cheek bones. Her light brown hair had hung down to her pert little ass and had been the envy of her friends for its thickness and mass of curls. Her smile lit up a room and her positive spirit made everyone feel good.
Unfortunately, after having their son, she had let herself go terribly and she just wasn't the same spirit she had been before they had gotten married. Her sweet cream attitude had gone sour. She had become short tempered and moody. She had gained a gross 70lbs that had made her look older than her 24 years. Because of this, their sex life had dwindled to nothing. Mainly due to Tracey refusing to sleep with him in her shame. Troy, who was admittedly not the most patient man, chose not to deal with this shift in his wife or their growing problems. Instead of trying to figure out where things had gone wrong and be more supportive and sensitive to his wife's need, Troy had jumped into the arms of another woman to fill his. A decision that still haunted him now. He wanted closure. But without a body to bury or confirmation she was alive, it looked like it would never happen.
"A-yo, Troy! C'mon, man!" his boy and partner, Calvin called from the bar closest to the stage.
Calvin was his best friend. He'd been his best man as he'd been his. He was the one who suggested they hit the town with his other cohorts to "shake out the ol' sheets" to quote Calvin. They had decided there was no better place than the strip club. Preferably one that was two to three counties over, so Calvin's wife wouldn't go ape shit on him. The heavy beats pulsed through the speakers drowning out any real thoughts other than the nasty ones running through the heads of the dirty old men sitting stage side. Troy was sidling up to his buddies just as they were discussing the local talent.
"I heard she could make you come with just a look," Terry proclaimed, bouncing to the new Trey Songz joint featuring 50 Cent.
"I heard cats are using her picture rather than their Viagra prescriptions," Calvin joked, causing a roar of laughter to peel through the crowd.
"Fuck, what's her name?" Keith asked, curiously, sipping his Cognac.
"Niki Rochambeau," Calvin sighed waving his hand before him. "Don't that just scream, 'I know how to give head'."
The fellas laughed, while Troy casually sipped his Capt'n Coke quietly, perusing the room filled with patrons and dancers. Suddenly, he felt Calvin's hand clap him on his broad shoulder as if he was trying to wake him from a dream. "A-yo, I may shell out some ductets for my ace, Troy, to get a lap dance from Darling Niki."
"Cal, you better not," Troy growled, shrugging off his friend's hand and returning his eyes to the room.
"C'mon, Troy, you gotta live," Calvin threw back calling the bartender over to see how he could get the dance arranged.
Suddenly, the house DJ came on the mic. "Hey, everybody, I know you are enjoying yourselves, but we ain't done here at the Dick & Bunny. If you're a regular you know what time it is. So get your saddles ready and grip your harnesses tight, because coming to the main stage is our very own Reverse Cowgirl, Nik-ki Ro-Cham-Beau!"
Suddenly, the lights in the club dimmed and the opening to T-Pain's Reverse Cowgirl came through the loud speakers. Troy, like everyone else, stared at the stage transfixed as a sultry silhouette filled the sheer white curtain. The body behind it was flawless and curvy, a fitting tease. As if by magic and crowd demand, she floated backwards onto the stage quickly dispensing with a black cowboy hat and revealing a taut, firm ass encased in a pair of painted on black leather pants with matching silver studded chaps. The fellas began hooting and hollering like cowhands on a dude ranch, watching a rodeo.
Troy was mesmerized. Her pitch black hair was clipped short into a spiked faux-hawk that piled high on her head then crested over her face, obscuring her eyes, which were covered with Aviator sunglasses. She wore a very short, silver studded bolero sleeve across her shoulders, giving the crowd a partial look at her bare back. Slung low on her hips was a holster with two toy silver pistols. On her feet she wore at least 6 inch high silver stiletto shoes. A foot fetishist's dream.
As she turned around, the audience was treated to quite a show. Her abs were tight but soft and her breasts were full and mouth-watering. Her aureoles were strategically hidden behind silver nipple rings shaped like Old West sheriff badges and as she shook them they glinted in the light. Pulling out the toy pistols, Niki began to "shoot" patrons with each pulse of the song. When she felt she had "taken out" the appropriate clientele, she dropped the guns and jolted into a series of sexy moves meant to tease and stroke their imagination. Within one of those pulses, she had swiftly removed the shoulder sleeve and tossed it to the crowd, causing a shark like frenzy in the front row. As the first versus came through, she strutted slowly toward the front of the stage, keeping one patron's gaze steady on her like a snake charmer. Once she had him captured she swirled hips down, spreading her thighs to his welcoming ogle. The morbidly obese fellow was literally drooling as Niki reached her gloved hands out to stroke his beard. If Fats Domino were alive, this man would be him, only uglier, but Niki was treating him like he was Tyson Beckford.
She seductively straddled the large man and pulled his sweaty, black face into her bare chest, allowing him to taste and smell her sweat. Before the chorus could finish, Niki could feel the man shutter in ecstasy, causing a wicked smile to cross her cherry red lips. He definitely was gonna need a trip to the bathroom for a clean up. But just as smoothly as she had got on him, she got off, reclaiming the stage and her trusty pole, where she executed several acrobatic moves that had the crowd roaring for more. Not wanting to disappoint, she boldly snatched off her chaps causing more raucous behavior.
From her first appearance on stage, Troy had studied Niki closely. And with each passing minute, her features and her movements caused a primitive stirring deep within him. Those lips - glossy red and pouting like a plump cherry. That pert little nose. Her body was a masterpiece of fitness and discipline. With each move, he could see her muscles retract and relax, serpent like. He hadn't had a woman since Tracey and he hadn't missed it until this moment staring up at Niki. He could feel his dick harden up like brick in his baggy jeans. Something about Niki drew him to her like a lion stalking a new mate. Her smile was familiar. The flick of her hand was familiar. Suddenly, as she removed her glasses, placing them on a patron who worshiped every minute of her, she turned around and stared right at Troy. Her eyes were illuminated by the spotlight and the recognition kicked in like a jab to the stomach. Her eyes were light hazel beneath a smoldering, smoky look.
Troy stood in disbelief. Then, suddenly, as Niki removed her painted on leather pants, he caught a glimpse of something else. A tattoo. Just in the instep of her right ankle. It matched perfectly. A prowling panther. That was all the confirmation he needed to take action. Without warning, Troy bolted for the stage, knocking down patrons left and right, making his way to her. Niki had been so busy working the crowd to the far left that she hadn't noticed Troy coming up behind her, until he snatched her arm to swing her around.
"Tracey?!" he growled with a mixture of pain and disbelief.
Niki stared confused at the man. She didn't know him, per se, but she recognized him from her dreams. He was her Dream Man. Usually he was all sexy smiles and steamy eyes, but looking at this man she sensed nothing but great loss and pain. Shaking the feeling and knowing Red would soon send over security to rough up her hot chocolate, she gave him a placating smile, hoping to defuse the situation. She gently touched the hand gripping her arm.
"Easy, Big Man," she purred. "I'm not this Tracey, but I'm kinda wishing I was."
Unconvinced, Troy gripped both her arms glaring into her eyes. He knew better. Sure the last time he had seen Tracey she was overweight, dumpy looking and no way the vixen that stood before him now, but her eyes and that tattoo and its placement was his wife's. Suddenly, security surrounded him, ready to toss him on his ass outside the club, which prompted Calvin and the fellas to action to cover their boy. Refusing to be caught in a fight, Niki broke from Troy's hold to calm the stand off.
"I got this, boys. He's just confused," she assured them, then to Troy she whispered. "Why don't I take you in the back for a private dance. Ok?"
Troy stared at the mean looking bouncers, then her and nodded compliantly. He couldn't be a hundred percent sure she would show, but something said she would. One of the security boys walked over to Niki. She whispered something back to him, prompting a nod of reassurance. Troy also nodded over to Calvin to stand down and motioned for him to wait.
When Calvin nodded his consent, Niki let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. The chocolate brother was fine as hell and the more she looked at him the more he looked like her Dream Man. The one who haunted her dreams for the last year and a half. He was the richest dark chocolate she had ever seen, with a shiny bald head and sharp features. His shoulders were wide, but not in that bodybuilder way, athletic like a football player. Despite the steeliness of his grip, his hands were soft, not a speck of ash. His lips were full and ripe, the kind made for sucking pussy the right way. She wondered if he could do her like Dream Man did. Hold on now. Was she seriously contemplating doing what she was thinking of doing?
Ever since she had been released from the hospital, Niki had been trying to piece her life back together. She had spent six months recouping from some accident she had no recollection of, nor the life she had before it. All she had to go by were the markings on her body and the explicit dreams she'd had of this man. Now, here he was in the club calling her by a name she had no attachment to.
At first, she had begun to think he was a figment of her imagination - a side effect from the accident. Every night Niki's clit would roar to life as another dream would catch her spirit and shake her. It was never the same dream twice, just the same man. Last night's dream had him walking into the room wearing red satin pajama bottoms and nothing else. His abs were tight and rippled, glistening from a fresh shower. Niki was laid out on a King-sized mattress surrounded in the same red satin as his bottoms and nothing else. As he'd approached the bed, his gaze stroked every corner of her body. She could feel the juice flood out of her like molten caramel on a sundae. Her pussy was calling - and hard.
Dream Man had made it to the foot of the bed, still staring and visually stroking her. Slowly, torturously, he placed his knee on the bed and slid between her welcoming legs to feast on the dessert waiting on him. His tongue had lavished warmly on her swollen folds, melting them further and further into an erotic liqueur, which he guzzled thirstily. Her body writhed in ecstasy as he coupled the mouth worship with gentle strokes to her breasts. Kneading and puckering her already sensitive nipples, he stirred her up right tight. Soon, he replaced his hands with his drenched mouth and began devouring her large mounds like a fat kid to a red velvet cupcake. Niki moaned and pawed at Dream Man begging for release.
Sweat beaded her temple and she couldn't take much more torture than what he was throwing. She could feel his thick member right at her entrance, as she always did, and just as he was preparing to thrust into her, she woke up on the brink of a glorious climax. And that's how the dreams would go, just when she thought fulfillment was close, boom, she woke up and would need to finish where he started. Fuck! But maybe not this time, Niki thought as she exited the stage. Maybe the real Dream Man would be willing to finish.
Troy stood in the dimly lit back room, ready for an ambush. The room was covered in mirrors from the walls to the ceiling with a simple, silver pole in the middle along with one black leather chair. A waitress had entered in with a fresh bottle of champagne and two glasses and promptly left. Troy refused to take a seat. His body was tense, his mind was reeling and his guard was up. When one of the mirrored walls pulled back to reveal Niki, he felt only the slightest relief - his guard was still up. She slowly sauntered into the room, wearing a long black satin kimono robe. Her shapely bare legs swished in and out of the sheath drawing his eye. Picking up the bottle and flute in one motion, Niki poured a glass.
"What's your name, handsome?" she asked handing him the glass.
"You know my name," he threw back accepting the drink.
"Let's pretend I don't," she insisted pouring her own cup. "Hi, my name is..."
"Troy."
"See, that wasn't so hard," she smiled, sipping her drink. "I'm Niki." She extended her hand graciously.
Frustrated but needing answers, Troy played along and accepted the offered hand. "That's a firm handshake, Troy. You can always tell a lot about a man by his handshake-"
"Look, can we cut the bull?" he interrupted, agitated. "Tracey, where have you been? Why are you here?"
"Hey, my name is Niki..." she cut in.
"No, your name is Tracey," he cut back. "Tracey Margret Gusto. You have a son named, Nikolas, and a husband named Troy. You were a Marketing Assistant for Hills & Barry. Your favorite color is red. Your favorite food is sushi. And you have a tattoo on your right inside ankle of a panther and you have another one on your left inside wrist that says, Niki. That's the nickname you gave our son."
Niki stood transfixed. Everything he was saying made sense, but how? Why? For some reason, she had always believed that Niki wasn't her real name, but the doctors and nurses had taken to calling her that because they had found no other identification for her. She also had wondered about the faded scar in her lower abdomen, but was hard pressed to remember how she got it. It had been frustrating trying to recall even a small tidbit of who she was and have no logically answers. The doctors said that the force of her head trauma had been so severe she had been comatose for a solid month and a half. He had even gone as far as saying they had believed she would never come out of it.
Then there were the incredible erotic dreams featuring this piece of candy standing before her. She remembered feeling so sexy and hot as he fucked her or came close to fucking her. But she also remembered feeling miserable and betrayed. When she had awakened from her coma and found this gross overweight heifer in the bed, she refused to believe it was her body and she was damned to keep it. So, once the docs had okayed it she had began working out like a beast, all the while completing her rehab. Within less than three months, she had shed the ugly fat and replaced it with the chiseled framework currently in her possession. It was also at the gym that she had met Blu, a local exotic dancer.
She had been checking Niki out at the pole dancing class in the gym and saw that she had game. Since Niki had no income coming in, couldn't remember what she had been doing before the accident and medical bills piling up, she had seen no reason not to take up the job. So, she had signed on to the Dick and Bunny, which Blu owned with her husband, Red. Within six months of working the pole, Niki had become a headliner and a major draw allowing Blu to take her retirement early and run operations behind the scene.Within that time she had also been able to move out of the halfway house, find an apartment and pay off the medical debt she had incurred.
She only just started trying to piece her life back together and learning who she was, when this chocolate morsel barged into her club to flip the script. Shit, it was all too much. She was his wife? She had a kid? Fuck, if she wasn't so horny right now, she'd be passed out in the chair. Taking a deep breath, she approached Troy. Her hand gently touch his clean shaven jawline then traveled up to his bald head. God, he felt so real. If this was hers, why couldn't she remember it? Troy, too, was drawn in by the spell she was casting. He could smell her, feel her her heat against his pant leg. She was so close. His attraction to this new Tracey was instant, ravenous.
"Well, if I am who you say I am, then how come it took you so long?" she asked, breathless.
"I tried to find you, but no one knew what had happened to you," he explained huskily, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. "It was just assumed you had perished in the car fire."
"But you didn't believe that, did you, Big Man?" she whispered, her eyes holding his. Her hand had drifted down his shirt to settle possessively over his manhood. When her nimble fingers closed around his balls, Troy caught his breath. The old Tracey would have never been this forward. In fact, she'd been a virgin on their wedding night and missionary was as bold as she'd get, but this Tracey-Niki character appeared to be a seasoned vet. Torn from a scene out of a porno. He didn't want to think about where she had picked up her techniques. His focus had become his desiring her.
Shit, the first thing he had wanted to do when he recognized her was drag her off the stage and to the nearest hotel. Now, here they were in the backroom of a strip club and Tracey a.k.a Niki was hitting on him hard and he was hard pressed to deny her.
Niki was fascinated by the bulk of his manhood. She gently rolled his balls measuring their stiffness and hefty. His lengthy dick was jabbing a hole in her side, causing her temperature to rise by five or more degrees. Not satisfied with the cloth blocking her, Niki unzipped his pants to get a better grip of the situation. Despite the heavy news that had been thrown her way, she was more intent on getting fulfilled after months of living on a dream. She stopped counting the number of times sleaze balls in the D&B had solicited her affections, offering astronomical amounts of cash for just 10 minutes. Luckily, she hadn't been that desperate. As soon as Troy felt the skin of her palm against his bare manhood, he groaned sexily and crushed her to his body for a hot kiss.
Niki devoured it in gulps. Troy gripped her neck possessively as Niki went to work stroking his ego. Her fingertips barely touched from the shear magnitude of his girth. He was exceeding her expectations and she liked it. She tore away from his mouth and began nibbling on his neck playfully. Troy wanted to do his own measurements. He unlaced the ties of her kimono robe. He wasn't surprised to find that she had nothing on underneath. His eyes glazed over the taut panels of her new body. If he had just the body to recognize her, he would've failed. Gone was the saggy pouch. Her hips were smaller, but still full and curvy. Her boobs looked firmer and fuller with a hint of muscle beneath. She had downsized the sheriff badges on her nipples to simple silver loops. They were delectably presented to him and calling out to Troy's mouth.
His hands settled on her hips, kneading them sensually as he leaned his head down to sip the temptation. Niki's hands rested on his bald head, encouraging him to take his fill. "Yes, baby, drink me up," she whispered, letting out a gasp. Troy lavished attention on the other studded nipple, treating it to the same treatment as the other. His tongue swirled and poked the sensitive nub, rolling the metal and flesh over his tongue. His teeth gently tugged and teased. His reward was her chorus of moans. Niki pulled his head up, framing his face between her hands. Her eyes penetrated his soul deeply as she opened her lips to say, "Taste me."
Not willing to deny her anything, Troy bent down on his knee, all the while his eyes never disconnecting from hers. He wanted to see her reaction the minute he laid his tongue on her. And with all brazenness, she watched patiently as he made his descent. Still gripping her hips, he lowered his mouth to her freshly waxed puss. In her line of work, it paid to be bare. Her essence assailed his nostrils, hardening his dick to painful degrees. Soon, his tongue touched the zinging core of her. Her clit jumped and shiver in reaction to the slick warmth of his tongue. In response, Troy's lips closed around the tiny nub and began to suckle. Niki's eyes closed in the purest pleasure as a shiver ran down her spine in rapid succession. She had no command of her knees as they wavered beneath her.
Her breathing was ragged as she praised his work. "Just like that," she whined softly. "Work that hurricane tongue."
She was on the verge of a climax. Suddenly, a slight fear caught her that this wasn't real, but a dream and Dream Man would vanished, but as quickly as the fear had come it disappeared, when she felt his ring and middle fingers penetrate her nethers. Rolling orgasms shook her body and ripped a series of screams from her lips. "Oh, God, fuck me!" she demanded, falling into his arms. "Don't stop, just keep fucking me!'
Troy took hold of her and quickly got her in position. His manhood was more than ready and he prayed he made a good showing. It had been so long and he was so desperate to mate with his wife. Throwing caution to the wind, he drove himself to the hilt inside of Tracey, Niki and just laid their. He could feel the muscles of her puss squeeze him, begging him to stay. He withdrew slowly, feeling every inch of her velvet tunnel, then thrusted forcefully back into place. Niki was moaning and demanding more. Her body was gearing up for another round of orgasms.
"Damn, baby!" Troy ground out between thrusts. "You feel so good. This pussy's too good. I wanna marinate in it forever. I missed you."
Niki just laid back and enjoyed the ride. She was loving every minute of it. Wanting to take control, she flipped him over on his back and climbed on top. She took the reins and began to ride him like a true cowgirl. Her hips swiveled and bounced on his dick like she was riding the rough terrain of the Old West. She tightened and untightened her walls bringing Troy to the brink and back. She could feel another climax kicking in and rode the wave as she felt Troy also begin to shudder. Soon, Niki was completely satisfied when she heard Troy growl in total pleasure and felt a warm, milky flood fill her insides.
She was content... But only for a minute. Something flicked in her mind. A memory. As she gazed down at Troy, she remembered why she had been so miserable, so betrayed. This motherfucker had cheated on her! This Dream Man, this Nightmare, had cheated on her!
Troy leaned up on his elbows to study Tracey, only to have her haul off and slap him coldly, stunning him soundly. Niki rolled off him and quickly belted her kimono. Once she was sure everything had been covered, she pointed an accusing finger at him, ordering, "Stay the fuck away from me! Pretend you never found me! Because as far as I'm concerned. I'm dead to you."
With that, she stalked off, leaving Troy dazed, gripping his stinging cheek. He sighed tiredly, vowing, "Can't do that, baby. I need to make this right."
What made the situation worse was the guilt he continued to feel. The last time he had seen Tracey was when she had stormed out of the house after an argument. Tracey had just found out that Troy had slept with one of his female co-workers. He had spent that rainy morning trying to convince Tracey that it had been a one-time thing and that he'd never do it again. She had been so enraged and heartbroken she had grabbed her keys and run out of the house before Troy could stop her. That was the last time he had seen his wife - alive.
Troy and Tracey had known each other since high school. He'd been the quintessential jock, playing on the basketball and football team. He could've had any girl in the school, but he'd wanted Tracey. She wasn't the prom queen, but she wasn't a hag either. She had charm and wit. Her hazel eyes were welcoming and warm, framed in a doe shape. Her beautiful caramel skin shown sweetly, leaving a beautiful canvas for her lush lips and high cheek bones. Her light brown hair had hung down to her pert little ass and had been the envy of her friends for its thickness and mass of curls. Her smile lit up a room and her positive spirit made everyone feel good.
Unfortunately, after having their son, she had let herself go terribly and she just wasn't the same spirit she had been before they had gotten married. Her sweet cream attitude had gone sour. She had become short tempered and moody. She had gained a gross 70lbs that had made her look older than her 24 years. Because of this, their sex life had dwindled to nothing. Mainly due to Tracey refusing to sleep with him in her shame. Troy, who was admittedly not the most patient man, chose not to deal with this shift in his wife or their growing problems. Instead of trying to figure out where things had gone wrong and be more supportive and sensitive to his wife's need, Troy had jumped into the arms of another woman to fill his. A decision that still haunted him now. He wanted closure. But without a body to bury or confirmation she was alive, it looked like it would never happen.
"A-yo, Troy! C'mon, man!" his boy and partner, Calvin called from the bar closest to the stage.
Calvin was his best friend. He'd been his best man as he'd been his. He was the one who suggested they hit the town with his other cohorts to "shake out the ol' sheets" to quote Calvin. They had decided there was no better place than the strip club. Preferably one that was two to three counties over, so Calvin's wife wouldn't go ape shit on him. The heavy beats pulsed through the speakers drowning out any real thoughts other than the nasty ones running through the heads of the dirty old men sitting stage side. Troy was sidling up to his buddies just as they were discussing the local talent.
"I heard she could make you come with just a look," Terry proclaimed, bouncing to the new Trey Songz joint featuring 50 Cent.
"I heard cats are using her picture rather than their Viagra prescriptions," Calvin joked, causing a roar of laughter to peel through the crowd.
"Fuck, what's her name?" Keith asked, curiously, sipping his Cognac.
"Niki Rochambeau," Calvin sighed waving his hand before him. "Don't that just scream, 'I know how to give head'."
The fellas laughed, while Troy casually sipped his Capt'n Coke quietly, perusing the room filled with patrons and dancers. Suddenly, he felt Calvin's hand clap him on his broad shoulder as if he was trying to wake him from a dream. "A-yo, I may shell out some ductets for my ace, Troy, to get a lap dance from Darling Niki."
"Cal, you better not," Troy growled, shrugging off his friend's hand and returning his eyes to the room.
"C'mon, Troy, you gotta live," Calvin threw back calling the bartender over to see how he could get the dance arranged.
Suddenly, the house DJ came on the mic. "Hey, everybody, I know you are enjoying yourselves, but we ain't done here at the Dick & Bunny. If you're a regular you know what time it is. So get your saddles ready and grip your harnesses tight, because coming to the main stage is our very own Reverse Cowgirl, Nik-ki Ro-Cham-Beau!"
Suddenly, the lights in the club dimmed and the opening to T-Pain's Reverse Cowgirl came through the loud speakers. Troy, like everyone else, stared at the stage transfixed as a sultry silhouette filled the sheer white curtain. The body behind it was flawless and curvy, a fitting tease. As if by magic and crowd demand, she floated backwards onto the stage quickly dispensing with a black cowboy hat and revealing a taut, firm ass encased in a pair of painted on black leather pants with matching silver studded chaps. The fellas began hooting and hollering like cowhands on a dude ranch, watching a rodeo.
Troy was mesmerized. Her pitch black hair was clipped short into a spiked faux-hawk that piled high on her head then crested over her face, obscuring her eyes, which were covered with Aviator sunglasses. She wore a very short, silver studded bolero sleeve across her shoulders, giving the crowd a partial look at her bare back. Slung low on her hips was a holster with two toy silver pistols. On her feet she wore at least 6 inch high silver stiletto shoes. A foot fetishist's dream.
As she turned around, the audience was treated to quite a show. Her abs were tight but soft and her breasts were full and mouth-watering. Her aureoles were strategically hidden behind silver nipple rings shaped like Old West sheriff badges and as she shook them they glinted in the light. Pulling out the toy pistols, Niki began to "shoot" patrons with each pulse of the song. When she felt she had "taken out" the appropriate clientele, she dropped the guns and jolted into a series of sexy moves meant to tease and stroke their imagination. Within one of those pulses, she had swiftly removed the shoulder sleeve and tossed it to the crowd, causing a shark like frenzy in the front row. As the first versus came through, she strutted slowly toward the front of the stage, keeping one patron's gaze steady on her like a snake charmer. Once she had him captured she swirled hips down, spreading her thighs to his welcoming ogle. The morbidly obese fellow was literally drooling as Niki reached her gloved hands out to stroke his beard. If Fats Domino were alive, this man would be him, only uglier, but Niki was treating him like he was Tyson Beckford.
She seductively straddled the large man and pulled his sweaty, black face into her bare chest, allowing him to taste and smell her sweat. Before the chorus could finish, Niki could feel the man shutter in ecstasy, causing a wicked smile to cross her cherry red lips. He definitely was gonna need a trip to the bathroom for a clean up. But just as smoothly as she had got on him, she got off, reclaiming the stage and her trusty pole, where she executed several acrobatic moves that had the crowd roaring for more. Not wanting to disappoint, she boldly snatched off her chaps causing more raucous behavior.
From her first appearance on stage, Troy had studied Niki closely. And with each passing minute, her features and her movements caused a primitive stirring deep within him. Those lips - glossy red and pouting like a plump cherry. That pert little nose. Her body was a masterpiece of fitness and discipline. With each move, he could see her muscles retract and relax, serpent like. He hadn't had a woman since Tracey and he hadn't missed it until this moment staring up at Niki. He could feel his dick harden up like brick in his baggy jeans. Something about Niki drew him to her like a lion stalking a new mate. Her smile was familiar. The flick of her hand was familiar. Suddenly, as she removed her glasses, placing them on a patron who worshiped every minute of her, she turned around and stared right at Troy. Her eyes were illuminated by the spotlight and the recognition kicked in like a jab to the stomach. Her eyes were light hazel beneath a smoldering, smoky look.
Troy stood in disbelief. Then, suddenly, as Niki removed her painted on leather pants, he caught a glimpse of something else. A tattoo. Just in the instep of her right ankle. It matched perfectly. A prowling panther. That was all the confirmation he needed to take action. Without warning, Troy bolted for the stage, knocking down patrons left and right, making his way to her. Niki had been so busy working the crowd to the far left that she hadn't noticed Troy coming up behind her, until he snatched her arm to swing her around.
"Tracey?!" he growled with a mixture of pain and disbelief.
Niki stared confused at the man. She didn't know him, per se, but she recognized him from her dreams. He was her Dream Man. Usually he was all sexy smiles and steamy eyes, but looking at this man she sensed nothing but great loss and pain. Shaking the feeling and knowing Red would soon send over security to rough up her hot chocolate, she gave him a placating smile, hoping to defuse the situation. She gently touched the hand gripping her arm.
"Easy, Big Man," she purred. "I'm not this Tracey, but I'm kinda wishing I was."
Unconvinced, Troy gripped both her arms glaring into her eyes. He knew better. Sure the last time he had seen Tracey she was overweight, dumpy looking and no way the vixen that stood before him now, but her eyes and that tattoo and its placement was his wife's. Suddenly, security surrounded him, ready to toss him on his ass outside the club, which prompted Calvin and the fellas to action to cover their boy. Refusing to be caught in a fight, Niki broke from Troy's hold to calm the stand off.
"I got this, boys. He's just confused," she assured them, then to Troy she whispered. "Why don't I take you in the back for a private dance. Ok?"
Troy stared at the mean looking bouncers, then her and nodded compliantly. He couldn't be a hundred percent sure she would show, but something said she would. One of the security boys walked over to Niki. She whispered something back to him, prompting a nod of reassurance. Troy also nodded over to Calvin to stand down and motioned for him to wait.
When Calvin nodded his consent, Niki let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. The chocolate brother was fine as hell and the more she looked at him the more he looked like her Dream Man. The one who haunted her dreams for the last year and a half. He was the richest dark chocolate she had ever seen, with a shiny bald head and sharp features. His shoulders were wide, but not in that bodybuilder way, athletic like a football player. Despite the steeliness of his grip, his hands were soft, not a speck of ash. His lips were full and ripe, the kind made for sucking pussy the right way. She wondered if he could do her like Dream Man did. Hold on now. Was she seriously contemplating doing what she was thinking of doing?
Ever since she had been released from the hospital, Niki had been trying to piece her life back together. She had spent six months recouping from some accident she had no recollection of, nor the life she had before it. All she had to go by were the markings on her body and the explicit dreams she'd had of this man. Now, here he was in the club calling her by a name she had no attachment to.
At first, she had begun to think he was a figment of her imagination - a side effect from the accident. Every night Niki's clit would roar to life as another dream would catch her spirit and shake her. It was never the same dream twice, just the same man. Last night's dream had him walking into the room wearing red satin pajama bottoms and nothing else. His abs were tight and rippled, glistening from a fresh shower. Niki was laid out on a King-sized mattress surrounded in the same red satin as his bottoms and nothing else. As he'd approached the bed, his gaze stroked every corner of her body. She could feel the juice flood out of her like molten caramel on a sundae. Her pussy was calling - and hard.
Dream Man had made it to the foot of the bed, still staring and visually stroking her. Slowly, torturously, he placed his knee on the bed and slid between her welcoming legs to feast on the dessert waiting on him. His tongue had lavished warmly on her swollen folds, melting them further and further into an erotic liqueur, which he guzzled thirstily. Her body writhed in ecstasy as he coupled the mouth worship with gentle strokes to her breasts. Kneading and puckering her already sensitive nipples, he stirred her up right tight. Soon, he replaced his hands with his drenched mouth and began devouring her large mounds like a fat kid to a red velvet cupcake. Niki moaned and pawed at Dream Man begging for release.
Sweat beaded her temple and she couldn't take much more torture than what he was throwing. She could feel his thick member right at her entrance, as she always did, and just as he was preparing to thrust into her, she woke up on the brink of a glorious climax. And that's how the dreams would go, just when she thought fulfillment was close, boom, she woke up and would need to finish where he started. Fuck! But maybe not this time, Niki thought as she exited the stage. Maybe the real Dream Man would be willing to finish.
Troy stood in the dimly lit back room, ready for an ambush. The room was covered in mirrors from the walls to the ceiling with a simple, silver pole in the middle along with one black leather chair. A waitress had entered in with a fresh bottle of champagne and two glasses and promptly left. Troy refused to take a seat. His body was tense, his mind was reeling and his guard was up. When one of the mirrored walls pulled back to reveal Niki, he felt only the slightest relief - his guard was still up. She slowly sauntered into the room, wearing a long black satin kimono robe. Her shapely bare legs swished in and out of the sheath drawing his eye. Picking up the bottle and flute in one motion, Niki poured a glass.
"What's your name, handsome?" she asked handing him the glass.
"You know my name," he threw back accepting the drink.
"Let's pretend I don't," she insisted pouring her own cup. "Hi, my name is..."
"Troy."
"See, that wasn't so hard," she smiled, sipping her drink. "I'm Niki." She extended her hand graciously.
Frustrated but needing answers, Troy played along and accepted the offered hand. "That's a firm handshake, Troy. You can always tell a lot about a man by his handshake-"
"Look, can we cut the bull?" he interrupted, agitated. "Tracey, where have you been? Why are you here?"
"Hey, my name is Niki..." she cut in.
"No, your name is Tracey," he cut back. "Tracey Margret Gusto. You have a son named, Nikolas, and a husband named Troy. You were a Marketing Assistant for Hills & Barry. Your favorite color is red. Your favorite food is sushi. And you have a tattoo on your right inside ankle of a panther and you have another one on your left inside wrist that says, Niki. That's the nickname you gave our son."
Niki stood transfixed. Everything he was saying made sense, but how? Why? For some reason, she had always believed that Niki wasn't her real name, but the doctors and nurses had taken to calling her that because they had found no other identification for her. She also had wondered about the faded scar in her lower abdomen, but was hard pressed to remember how she got it. It had been frustrating trying to recall even a small tidbit of who she was and have no logically answers. The doctors said that the force of her head trauma had been so severe she had been comatose for a solid month and a half. He had even gone as far as saying they had believed she would never come out of it.
Then there were the incredible erotic dreams featuring this piece of candy standing before her. She remembered feeling so sexy and hot as he fucked her or came close to fucking her. But she also remembered feeling miserable and betrayed. When she had awakened from her coma and found this gross overweight heifer in the bed, she refused to believe it was her body and she was damned to keep it. So, once the docs had okayed it she had began working out like a beast, all the while completing her rehab. Within less than three months, she had shed the ugly fat and replaced it with the chiseled framework currently in her possession. It was also at the gym that she had met Blu, a local exotic dancer.
She had been checking Niki out at the pole dancing class in the gym and saw that she had game. Since Niki had no income coming in, couldn't remember what she had been doing before the accident and medical bills piling up, she had seen no reason not to take up the job. So, she had signed on to the Dick and Bunny, which Blu owned with her husband, Red. Within six months of working the pole, Niki had become a headliner and a major draw allowing Blu to take her retirement early and run operations behind the scene.Within that time she had also been able to move out of the halfway house, find an apartment and pay off the medical debt she had incurred.
She only just started trying to piece her life back together and learning who she was, when this chocolate morsel barged into her club to flip the script. Shit, it was all too much. She was his wife? She had a kid? Fuck, if she wasn't so horny right now, she'd be passed out in the chair. Taking a deep breath, she approached Troy. Her hand gently touch his clean shaven jawline then traveled up to his bald head. God, he felt so real. If this was hers, why couldn't she remember it? Troy, too, was drawn in by the spell she was casting. He could smell her, feel her her heat against his pant leg. She was so close. His attraction to this new Tracey was instant, ravenous.
"Well, if I am who you say I am, then how come it took you so long?" she asked, breathless.
"I tried to find you, but no one knew what had happened to you," he explained huskily, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. "It was just assumed you had perished in the car fire."
"But you didn't believe that, did you, Big Man?" she whispered, her eyes holding his. Her hand had drifted down his shirt to settle possessively over his manhood. When her nimble fingers closed around his balls, Troy caught his breath. The old Tracey would have never been this forward. In fact, she'd been a virgin on their wedding night and missionary was as bold as she'd get, but this Tracey-Niki character appeared to be a seasoned vet. Torn from a scene out of a porno. He didn't want to think about where she had picked up her techniques. His focus had become his desiring her.
Shit, the first thing he had wanted to do when he recognized her was drag her off the stage and to the nearest hotel. Now, here they were in the backroom of a strip club and Tracey a.k.a Niki was hitting on him hard and he was hard pressed to deny her.
Niki was fascinated by the bulk of his manhood. She gently rolled his balls measuring their stiffness and hefty. His lengthy dick was jabbing a hole in her side, causing her temperature to rise by five or more degrees. Not satisfied with the cloth blocking her, Niki unzipped his pants to get a better grip of the situation. Despite the heavy news that had been thrown her way, she was more intent on getting fulfilled after months of living on a dream. She stopped counting the number of times sleaze balls in the D&B had solicited her affections, offering astronomical amounts of cash for just 10 minutes. Luckily, she hadn't been that desperate. As soon as Troy felt the skin of her palm against his bare manhood, he groaned sexily and crushed her to his body for a hot kiss.
Niki devoured it in gulps. Troy gripped her neck possessively as Niki went to work stroking his ego. Her fingertips barely touched from the shear magnitude of his girth. He was exceeding her expectations and she liked it. She tore away from his mouth and began nibbling on his neck playfully. Troy wanted to do his own measurements. He unlaced the ties of her kimono robe. He wasn't surprised to find that she had nothing on underneath. His eyes glazed over the taut panels of her new body. If he had just the body to recognize her, he would've failed. Gone was the saggy pouch. Her hips were smaller, but still full and curvy. Her boobs looked firmer and fuller with a hint of muscle beneath. She had downsized the sheriff badges on her nipples to simple silver loops. They were delectably presented to him and calling out to Troy's mouth.
His hands settled on her hips, kneading them sensually as he leaned his head down to sip the temptation. Niki's hands rested on his bald head, encouraging him to take his fill. "Yes, baby, drink me up," she whispered, letting out a gasp. Troy lavished attention on the other studded nipple, treating it to the same treatment as the other. His tongue swirled and poked the sensitive nub, rolling the metal and flesh over his tongue. His teeth gently tugged and teased. His reward was her chorus of moans. Niki pulled his head up, framing his face between her hands. Her eyes penetrated his soul deeply as she opened her lips to say, "Taste me."
Not willing to deny her anything, Troy bent down on his knee, all the while his eyes never disconnecting from hers. He wanted to see her reaction the minute he laid his tongue on her. And with all brazenness, she watched patiently as he made his descent. Still gripping her hips, he lowered his mouth to her freshly waxed puss. In her line of work, it paid to be bare. Her essence assailed his nostrils, hardening his dick to painful degrees. Soon, his tongue touched the zinging core of her. Her clit jumped and shiver in reaction to the slick warmth of his tongue. In response, Troy's lips closed around the tiny nub and began to suckle. Niki's eyes closed in the purest pleasure as a shiver ran down her spine in rapid succession. She had no command of her knees as they wavered beneath her.
Her breathing was ragged as she praised his work. "Just like that," she whined softly. "Work that hurricane tongue."
She was on the verge of a climax. Suddenly, a slight fear caught her that this wasn't real, but a dream and Dream Man would vanished, but as quickly as the fear had come it disappeared, when she felt his ring and middle fingers penetrate her nethers. Rolling orgasms shook her body and ripped a series of screams from her lips. "Oh, God, fuck me!" she demanded, falling into his arms. "Don't stop, just keep fucking me!'
Troy took hold of her and quickly got her in position. His manhood was more than ready and he prayed he made a good showing. It had been so long and he was so desperate to mate with his wife. Throwing caution to the wind, he drove himself to the hilt inside of Tracey, Niki and just laid their. He could feel the muscles of her puss squeeze him, begging him to stay. He withdrew slowly, feeling every inch of her velvet tunnel, then thrusted forcefully back into place. Niki was moaning and demanding more. Her body was gearing up for another round of orgasms.
"Damn, baby!" Troy ground out between thrusts. "You feel so good. This pussy's too good. I wanna marinate in it forever. I missed you."
Niki just laid back and enjoyed the ride. She was loving every minute of it. Wanting to take control, she flipped him over on his back and climbed on top. She took the reins and began to ride him like a true cowgirl. Her hips swiveled and bounced on his dick like she was riding the rough terrain of the Old West. She tightened and untightened her walls bringing Troy to the brink and back. She could feel another climax kicking in and rode the wave as she felt Troy also begin to shudder. Soon, Niki was completely satisfied when she heard Troy growl in total pleasure and felt a warm, milky flood fill her insides.
She was content... But only for a minute. Something flicked in her mind. A memory. As she gazed down at Troy, she remembered why she had been so miserable, so betrayed. This motherfucker had cheated on her! This Dream Man, this Nightmare, had cheated on her!
Troy leaned up on his elbows to study Tracey, only to have her haul off and slap him coldly, stunning him soundly. Niki rolled off him and quickly belted her kimono. Once she was sure everything had been covered, she pointed an accusing finger at him, ordering, "Stay the fuck away from me! Pretend you never found me! Because as far as I'm concerned. I'm dead to you."
With that, she stalked off, leaving Troy dazed, gripping his stinging cheek. He sighed tiredly, vowing, "Can't do that, baby. I need to make this right."
Wow!!!
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