Seary's Finale Page 5

  When we step inside, Piper gasps. "Wow!"

  Cat walks up and practically purrs. "Welcome."

  "Cat." I nod.

  "Aurei." She nods back. "Your bachelor party guests are already seated and having a grand time. Follow me."

  She takes up to the table at the end of the main runway. "Best seats in the house."

  "Yes. They are." I smile and have to take a drink. Seary’s Hot Seat is already on stage. Heavy chains lay on the floor around it and hang from the ceiling to it.

  Steve stands and takes my hand, pumps it hard and tells me. "Best damn time of my life! Thank you!"

  "Don’t thank me yet." I tell him as I shake it. "You haven’t survived that chair."

  He turns and looks at it. His grin is so filled with lust, I want to punch his damn lights out, but instead, I clear my throat and introduce him. "Steve, this is my Army buddy, Dirk Sam, and his wife, Piper."

  Steve clasps Dirk’s hand and says. "Dirk, nice to meet you." Then turns to Piper. "I’m sorry. I missed your name?"

  Before Piper can answer, Dirk opens his mouth, but Piper stomps his foot, gives him a 'go to hell' look and sweetly smiles at Steve. "Piper."

  Everyone takes a seat and Steve looks at me a little shell shocked. I shrug. "Those two have been going at each other all night."

  "Damn."

  "Where’s Gaby?"

  "She went to the little girls room and must have fallen in."

  A dancer slides down the pole in front of us, and he’s lost again in Sin City.

  I glance around and login where everyone is. Antonio and Angelo are sitting away from the crew at a table behind us. They are eating an entree and wave when we make eye contact. Scarlet and Paul are huddled together as usual. They are sitting with Kip and Bianca. Birds of a feather flock together. I laugh when Quintus walks up, nods to Kip, leans over, kisses Bianca’s cheek, then sits down next to her. She lays her hand possessively on his thigh. Looks like I’m forgiven.

  Then....

  Well. Well. What do we have here? Cat walks up to Quintus, runs her hand possessively through his hair, pulling his big curls straight, then leans down and kisses him full and deep. His hand slides up her ass and he grips a handful. When she walks away, he slaps her on it. Then turns and smiles at Bianca who smiles back.

  THUMP!

  The whole place falls into darkness.

  The strobe lights flash.

  Quiet fills the air.

  I reach for my drink.

  THUMP, THUMP. THUMP, THUMP.

  The moment of truth is here.

  I throw it back and slam it down.

  Breathe. Control. Keep calm and be cool, not a fool.

  Siri:

  As I wait behind the curtains to go on, a slow procession of dancers and production workers come by to give me quick hugs. Some tell me good luck, some tell me they adore me, some tell me they are excited for me and some tell me they will miss me, but I think every last one comes over.

  The whole place thumps once. Under the curtains, the strobe lights flash.

  I have come to love the sound of a deafening bass.

  Quiet fills the air.

  THUMP, THUMP. THUMP, THUMP.

  The only sound I hear is of everyone scurrying into position and dancers filing back in through the curtain as the strobes light up the room behind it.

  THUMP, THUMP. THUMP, THUMP.

  I step up in front of my team, and turn to face them. I wave my hands over my head for everyone’s attention. The buzz dies down and they all listen as I speak in between my signature heartbeat bass.

  "It has been an honor beyond words to have shared this stage and this spotlight with you all. This IS my finale as Seary, The Stripper, and I want to bring the fucking house down!" Cheers erupt! "We are going to have several guest dancers that will be joining us throughout the show. Some are experienced and some are novices. Please be mindful to help anyone who needs it. All are dear friends of mine."

  I hold my hands up over my head in the shape of a heart.

  "I LOVE YOU ALL! We are not only about Happy Faces, we are about....

  They answer back as one. "Living a life other people only dream of!"

  I turn around.

  The music cues.

  The curtain parts.

  Lady GaGa tells them I was "Born This Way."

  I strut out and prove I was born to do this!

  The crowd erupts.

  I walk along the front edge pointing out into the audience at all the men in rhythm to the beat. Then I lift my hands in the air and clap over my head. The audience takes it up. The curtain begins to rise. The stage begins to fill with every dancer Been Jammin’ has and everyone who wanted to return to participate in my finale. As the beat kicks in and dominates the song, I march down the runway, strutting my stuff in all my golden chained glory, straight to my HIM. The dancers spill off the stage into the crowd. I’m halfway to Aurei when Lady GaGa begins to sing and I prove to them all why I’m a superstar. When the chorus hits, every dancer in the crowd and left on the stage, begins to do the exact same dance moves with me. It looks like a flashmob dance. Everyone in the building is participating in the joy. As the song plays, I’m strutting down the runway, then I’m dancing with the other dancers again. The crowd continues clapping over their heads to the beat. When the song ends, I’m standing at the end of the stage right in front of Aurei.

  Chapter Twelve

  Aurei:

  The room is silent, listening, waiting for the show to start. We hear a cry shouted from the people back stage behind the curtain. "Living a life other people only dream of!"

  That’s my Wild Thang. My heart fills full of love for her. She is such an inspiration to everyone.

  The music cues.

  The curtain parts.

  Out she struts!

  FUCK ME! She’s wearing her gold chains!

  My cock comes alive and I’m thankful she is mine. Sitting up in the chair, I watch her engage the crowd to Lady Gaga’s, "Born This Way" and know she can never give it up. She was born to entertain. I laugh when a marquee sign lights over her head and flashes the letters, H. I. M. Then the words He Is Mine. The bachelor party has officially begun. I grin, lean back, crossing my legs at the ankles and my arms over my chest and enjoy the show. Siri bounces, struts and dances with the others, making her way down the runway to me. When the song is over, she is standing at the end of the stage and blows me a kiss, then she laughs, winks and gives Steve a twinkling finger wave. I’m feeling her love and a tad cocky!

  The next song starts. It’s "Confident" by Demi Lovato. She turns, and lunges for the pole. Swinging her legs, she pushes upside down, and I see her hanging like that from the pole on the street in Italy. She felt like a bat and wanted a Spiderman kiss. I shake my head and my grin splits my face. She’s so full of surprises and energy.

  The spotlight whirls around the room, then lands on her. My body constricts in fear. She is dangerously working the pole. Boldly, she spins, splits, flips and does that death drop that takes your breath away, only to fuck it on her way back up to the top. As much as I want to tear my eyes away, I can’t. She is my Every Thang and I’m as spellbound as everyone else in the room. When the song ends, she is halfway up and I breathe a sigh of relief.

  Someone taps my shoulder and I look up to see Brutus standing there, towering down on me. I stand and shake his hand.

  THUMP, THUMP!

  The emcee cues the mic and booms the room. "It’s time!" The spotlight circles around then stops on the chair on the stage. "To dare someone to take Seary’s Hot Chair!" The crowd erupts with cheers, whistles and clapping.

  I take a step away from Steve. Brutus backs up to the stage, then sidesteps down the side of the runway. I follow him and lean in, concerned. "Sup, Big Man?"

  The emcee shouts. "We have a couple of special guests in the house tonight and I’m going to let you decide who goes first. Are you ready to pick?"

  The crowd cheers.

 
The spotlight begins to circle again and stops on Steve. "A bachelor from Alabama?"

  He looks scared as fuck and he should be.

  The crowd laughs and the Alabama crew cheers for Steve.

  "Or a military man who recently eloped and robbed his bro’s of giving him a proper bachelor party?"

  The spotlight circles.

  Dirk! I love it! I laugh and watch him. His face will be priceless.

  The spotlight runs over Brutus and me a few times, searching for Dirk.

  Then it stops on me.

  I’m temporarily blinded by it. Blinking, I hold my hand up over my eyes to shield the glare.

  "There he is!" The emcee declares.

  I look at Brutus. "What the hell?"

  He is grinning. "Boss said to tell you Round 3 is happening right here, right now."

  "NO!"

  He grins even bigger. "YES WAY! Boss’ orders." He puts one of his big paws on my shoulder and points to Siri on the pole, then waves the 'come here' to the crowd for help in encouraging me.

  The crowd smells fear and erupts with noise, calling me out and challenging me.

  The emcee states. "Mr. Moore, you’re up, dude."

  I hang my head and tell Brutus. "No man. Don’t do this to me." I look up at him, beseeching him, but knowing I’m doomed.

  He says. "You are either going to walk up on the stage under your own power, or I’m going to tote you up there."

  The emcee tells the crowd. "He needs more encouragement."

  THUMP, THUMP! THUMP, THUMP!

  The crowd takes up a foot stomp with the thump and I know I’m not getting out of here if I don’t do it.

  The announcer says. "Come on now, Mr. Moore. Don’t keep your lady waiting. Take the fucking chair!"

  The mob chants. "Take the fucking chair! Take the fucking chair!"

  The lights go off and it’s pitch black.

  The announcer says. "Don’t make her come down there and get you!"

  The spotlight illuminates Siri, and all eyes are on her. She crouches on the pole, then jumps off. The room takes a collective gasp as she disappears from the light. The chains under the chair on the stage rattle as they move along the floor. The spotlight finds her again, and she is swinging away. The audience sighs as one.

  Then the spotlight is on me again. I narrow my eyes at Brutus. "I knew I saw trickery in her eyes."

  "Better hurry. She’s on her way to get you."

  I hold my hands up in surrender and the crowd starts to cheer.

  Brutus says to me as he points to my shirt. "Strip."

  My jaw sets. "No."

  "Her house. Her rules."

  I start to unbutton it. "Fuck me!" I grumble.

  He chuckles. "I think that’s the plan."

  THUMP, THUMP! THUMP, THUMP!

  I wad it up and thrust it at him.

  His grin gets even wider, and I know he’s enjoying the hell out of this. "Strip means strip. Everything but your undies."

  "Fuck me!" I say again under my breath, but take my converse shoes and socks off, then my belt and my jeans.

  He chuckles as I push them down and step out. When I hand them to him, he says. "She told me to tell you; this will be unforgettable."

  "It already is."

  I turn and jump up on the stage.

  "You’re gonna be glad you wore black briefs." Brutus laughs in the dark.

  I walk over and sit down the hot seat.

  "Comfy?" The announcer asks.

  I give a thumbs up.

  "Good. Don’t forget you just got married and Rule #1 is No Touching!"

  The crowd cackles with laughter.

  She’s going to so pay for this!

  The announcer’s voice turns serious and he states. "Brother, you’re about to be baptized with SEARY’S FIRE!"

  "Falling," by Trent Harmon fills the room and my baptism begins. I lay my head all the way back to see my Sexy Thang’s beautiful golden goddess body, twirling and swirling, around and around, right above me. Like all the other times before when I sat in this crowded room full of strangers watching her scorch us with her fire, I’m in awe of her dancing abilities.

  I’ve never seen anyone move like she moves. Her body becomes one with the music and melody. She effortlessly flows through the song. She is so captivating! Beautifully graceful and elegantly sexy.

  As she slowly descends, just watching her body literally sets me on fire. I feel my skin growing hot, and I’m unable to do anything but sit and burn for her. She turns every ounce of my body into a burning ball of desire, and that desire demands to be consumed by her.

  I feel my erection stretching and I’m helpless to stop it. I try laying my hands on top of it to shield its hardening from the crowd, but my touch only makes it thump, wanting to be stroked. I rest them instead on the top of my thighs. Throbbing is better than thumping.

  Our eyes connect, and the BOOM explodes between us.

  Then she flips her hair in a circle around her head, adds her body for momentum, and she begins to spins. The gold chained corset unspools.

  The song has ended, and there is only silence when the costume lands on my lap. The weight sinfully satisfies its need causing it to thump hard, and sending the chains falling to the floor. There is no way to hide my hard-on now. Hypnotized, yet horrified at the same time, knowing I will never forget this public display of her love for me and knowing no one present will either. I am fully erect and reaching for her.

  She stops spinning and smiles down on me. As she gets closer and closer, our chemistry builds. Sparks fly between us, and the air becomes electric with our lust and our love.

  She is a diva, and she is divine.

  A goddess and she is mine!

  Her house. Her rules.

  If she wants me this way, she can have me this way.

  I give up the battle and offer myself up. I stretch my body out in the chair and hang my hands down by my side. Surrendering.

  Chapter Thirteen

  She hovers right above my head. Her thick mane tickling my face. My voice is husky. "Ah, Wild Thang, trickery again."

  She giggles, enjoying this so much. "Of the best kind."

  I chuckle. "Go, Baby, Go!"

  She laughs. "Brave, Baby, Brave."

  The next song begins and it’s Ellie Goulding, "Love Me Like You Do." She arches her back and her big, beautiful breasts, barely covered now, brush my face. I can’t help the moan that escapes and my cock takes on a life of its own. It rises and the chain slips off, falling to the floor.

  I’m hypnotized and horrified at the same time, knowing I will never forget this public display of her love for me and knowing no one present will either.

  Using the momentum of two chains to move, she floats.

  In and out.

  Up and down.

  I understand her dance interpretation of the lyrics because I know her so well now. She was fearful at first but driven by the way I made her feel, throwing caution to the wind.

  We are both dark and light.

  She and I.

  We are destined to be together.

  She sings the song softly to me. "Love me like you do."

  Landing lightly on her feet, I hear the heavy chain retract into the ceiling, but my eyes are locked on hers.

  She moves with such sensual movements around me, I hear my own love moaning for her.

  She strokes me with her hair.

  I inhale her essence.

  Her touch is light and maddening.

  Her teasing dance driving me out of my fucking mind!

  Torturing me.

  Her eyes are smoldering fire.

  Scorching me.

  Afraid of what my hands will grab, I clench and unclench the air.

  My thunder begins to rumble.

  I can feel the danger level approaching.

  I fight with all my might, not to pick her up and slam her down on the stage to fuck right here in front of everyone.

  Someone shouts. "What the
hell are you waiting for, baby! Mount that man!"

  Laughter breaks the spell.

  I chuckle and her eyes are dancing again.

  I breathe a deep controlling breath.

  With a truly wicked grin, she straddles me, grips the back of the chair and shoves her tits in my face.

  Thunderous "hell yeahs" break out all over the room.

  My cock nearly makes me scream out too. It thumps so fucking hard, wanting her to mount it so fucking bad. I close my eyes barely controlling the thunderous beast that is back just below the surface.

  "Breathe, Aurei. Breathe, baby, breathe."

  I open my eyes to see her tilted face watching me close. She knows how far she can push me and she knows I’m on the brink.

  She winks and licks my face. "Meow."

  I chuckle and relax, but tell her firmly. "When this is over, I’m going to spank you good, then turn you into a fucking zombie, Kitten Thang!"

  She kisses the top of my forehead, then leans her head over, letting her hair dangle off the side, and blows in my ear, sending goosebumps down. "Promise?" She whispers.

  "Oh, I fucking guarantee it." I nearly scream.

  She repeats her torture on the other side, but this time nibbles my ear.

  "Be a good sport now and take the chain in your mouth."

  I groan loud, knowing what’s going to happen next. It sounds more like a roar.

  She holds her head high, stretching her neck out. Her choker and the inscription plate shine in the spotlight, then she lifts her tits to my face.

  I bury myself in them. Open my mouth and bite down on the loose piece of chain.

  She lifts her arms like a swan, and then sits down on me and grinds.

  "Fuck!" I clenched teeth and lay my head back, pulling the chain tight.

  The crowd urges her on.

  Her lifts her legs and her full weight sits heavy on my cock.

  It’s loving the attention, and I moan again.

  She squeezes my waist between her legs. Then she arches her back, displaying her extreme flexibility, and leans away.