Seary's Finale Page 6

  I bite down on the chain so hard I taste the gold.

  Every move her ass makes against my shaft is torturous.

  Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. I chant to myself.

  My balls are drawn up tight and full to bursting.

  Breathe. Breathe.

  When she releases my waist, and she bends her knees, arching her whole body so she can grab her stiletto’s, her pussy smashes my cock and pre-cum seeps out. I start to shake inside fighting the urge again to dominate her pussy perfection right here, right now, making a spectacle of us.

  Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe is the only thought I allow in.

  Then the chain pops.

  I freeze.

  My focus falls off my cock and lands unguarded on her teasing tits.

  She stops moving.

  Her breasts float out.

  Freed!

  I spit the chain out.

  She arches up.

  Smashing the entire length of my cock.

  I begin to pant as her tits move to my mouth.

  My fists are tight and crush the air.

  Her beautiful areolas are painted with that special gold dust, and her nipples are so taut, my tongue plays across my lips. I can taste her sweet, southern sexiness.

  She flips her hair.

  It falls like a cloud on my face then floats to tease her tits.

  Our eyes connect, and the flame burns us both.

  I groan.

  She thrusts her tits into my chest.

  Her hard nipples jab me.

  I moan, tortured.

  She shields my eyes with her hands, blocking out the world.

  There is only my Wild Thang.

  Her hungry eyes devour mine.

  My Wild Thang.

  My Every Thang.

  She puts her nose on mine, then she smiles at me.

  "I am collared and you are claimed."

  She kisses my face with little butterfly kisses, while her lap dances on mine.

  Unable to control it, and not caring now,

  My face contorts.

  "Ohhhh!"

  I give her what she wants.

  She blows inside my open mouth.

  The lights go off!

  Then abandons me.

  Darkness.

  Silence.

  Then I feel a rush of air.

  On my wet mess.

  The spotlight shines on a falling wall of water.

  Whoosh!

  I am drenched!

  Soaked.

  My sin washed away.

  The emcee shouts. "Baptized!"

  The crowd erupts!

  The sound is deafening.

  I lift my face and look at her.

  She smiles sweetly at me, then asks for my hand.

  I give it, and she pulls me out of the chair.

  I pull her into my arms and hold her in my loving embrace.

  "Wild Thang, you are truly my Every Thang!"

  She buries her nose in my chest and giggles.

  The announcer says, "I am honored to introduce you to Mr. and Mrs. Moore. Let’s give him a big round of applause for being such a good sport."

  The crowd erupts again.

  I look down on her happiness and swat her on the ass.

  Pow!

  Then pick her off her feet, throw her over my shoulder and stride off the stage.

  The applause is deafening.

  "That’s going to leave a mark." The announcer laughs.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Siri:

  I kick my feet and legs, and pound his back with my hands, as he carries me off the stage.

  The emcee says. "Where’s the bachelor from Alabama? You’re up dude."

  THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

  The lights dim as we walk through the curtain. James greets us and steers Aurei to the makeshift dressing room. When he sets me down, he gives me a big hug. "I got you good!"

  He laughs. "You sure as hell did!"

  The emcee says. "Where, oh where are you?" I step back and out of my heels, then the remaining gold G-string. I pick up the black leather thong James left me, and step into it. I glance at the monitor. The spotlight is circling the crowd. As I pull it up, I tell Aurei. "That was my last performance as Seary, The Stripper, and I wanted it to be unforgettable."

  His face shows his love for me. "It was def that!" He steps out of wet briefs and into his dry jeans.

  I giggle as I hook the cropped black leather top. I glance again at the monitor, Steve is standing by his chair. I reach in and pull my tits to the top.

  "There he is! There’s the bachelor from Alabama."

  THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

  I slip a pair of black stilettos on.

  "Do you dare to take Seary’s Hot Chair?"

  I blow Aurei a kiss and tell him as he buttons up his shirt. "One down and two to go."

  "One Call Away" by Charlie Puth begins to play.

  I step out of the room, back into the organized chaos of a show, and see James giving Gaby her last-minute instructions. She looks so cute standing there in her cowboy hat, daisy duke shirt and short shorts. She is wearing a pair of ankle high, 5" cowboy boots.

  Aurei steps to the door and calls after me. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

  I blow him a kiss as I walk up behind Gaby. I reach around her shoulders and give her a little squeeze. "Are you ready?"

  She laughs and points at the monitor. "I don’t know, but Steve-O certainly is!"

  The monitor shows Steve bare chested, sitting in the chair. All smiles and occasionally waving to the crowd.

  "I love enthusiasm!"

  James pats her hand and tells her. "You look fabulous! You’re going to do fine. Now you two get going."

  I take her hand and walk her up to the opening in the curtain. I can feel her hand trembling. "Gaby." She looks at me. I take her shoulders and bring my face close to hers. I look into her eyes and tell her. "Always be unforgettable for the one you love. Always! Now be brave, baby, brave!"

  She takes a deep breath. Closes her eyes. Finds her courage and says. "Let’s do this."

  I pat her arm and tell her. "I’m going to be right there with you. You got this."

  THUMP. THUMP.

  Aurei:

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  Siri ignores me and I chuckle. She’s such a naughty tease. I watch her as she gives Gaby inspiration. My heart swells with pride. The girl I fell in lust with is one helluva star, but the girl I fell love with in Alabama is one helluva superstar!

  I look around and see Brutus standing guard. I walk over and shake his hand. Neither of us speak of what just happened. "I better get back to the table, I can’t miss Steve’s bachelor party."

  He grins and points the way out. I nod and head that way.

  THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

  When I open the door, Piper comes in. I just shake my head. "Oh, of course!"

  We pass each other with 'shit eating grins' on our faces and she tells me, "SHH! Everyone has secrets!"

  I look over at the stage. There is a pause in the music. I hurry through the tables, hoping I can make it back to my seat in time.

  THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

  I’m only a few tables away, but I stop and watch.

  The place rocks as Siri and Gaby throw the curtain back and stomp out onto the stage to Travis Tritt’s "T-R-O-U-B-L-E"

  I laugh to myself. "The song choice is outstanding!"

  Siri gets the crowd going and dances around Gaby as she struts her Alabama stuff and makes her way down the runway to Steve. Siri is bending over the edge of the runway with her arms outstretched and calls with her hands for them to join in the trouble they are about to inflict on Steve. Girls all over the room get up on the tables and dance. The whole place is jumping like a redneck joint should be. Gaby is shaking her ass and owning her sexy side. Bouncing and wiggling and jiggling. When she does a bonafide hair flip, I know she’s been practicing this for a while and I wonder how long Siri had this pla
nned. I finish making my way to my seat and when I sit down, Dirk leans over and shakes my hand. We just grin at each other, then lean back and enjoy the show.

  The next song is "Honey, I’m Good" by Andy Grammar and the girls tease Steve. Siri coming up and flirting with him, and Gaby stepping in and making him choose her. Over and over again. The message is clear. There won’t be any straying tolerated. Brilliantly played.

  Cat comes by and drops off a triple shot of Crown Royal neat and I sip it. I look around the audience and everyone is laughing and enjoying the show. Occasionally someone makes eye contact with me, and they grin.

  I nod and acknowledge. I’m a relaxed and happy man.

  The next song is "Love Me Like You Mean It" by Kelsea Ballerini. This time Gaby owns the star spot and she interprets the song for him. She walks around in front of him and lectures him. Then at the chorus puts her back on him and slides up and down. Then she rubs her tits on his arm. Then she places her hands on his knees and flips her hair over him. When she straddles him and I feel much better about my performance. Steve is just as tortured. She tells him that he has to love her like he means it. She takes his hand and pulls him out of the chair, sticks it in her back pocket and leads him down the runway and through the curtain. I know they are going to the VIP room to take care of their business in private.

  THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

  The girls take to the tables again.

  The emcee says. "Happy ending and happy faces are what we do."

  The crowd roars and he says. "Are you ready to PAR-TAY?"

  The crowd roars louder.

  "I can’t hear you?"

  The crown stomps their feet and roars!

  "Give it up for two of Vegas’ finest!"

  "Redneck Woman" by Gretchen Wilson begins to play. With the first notes, two girls dressed alike in 6" heeled cowboy boots, black leather thongs and chaps trimmed with fringe, and plaid western shirts unbuttoned, but tied at their cleavage, with a bandana tied around their faces, concealing who they are. Their hair is stuffed inside their cowboy hats. The only difference between the two is the color of the hat. One is white. One is black. I recognize them immediately and glance over at Dirk to see if he does too. His narrowed eyes tell me he recognizes his wife.

  Piper and Siri play off each other and engage the crowd. It’s obvious they have done this a hundred times together. They dance a cowgirl jig and slap each other’s boots. The sass they put into it makes me chuckle, and the girls placed on the tables throughout the club are shouting 'hell yeah' whenever they are supposed to. The whole place is jumping, and everyone is having fun! I glance over again at Dirk, and he is still watching with his laid back nothing gets to me attitude, but his eyes are sharp as a hawk on Piper.

  At the end of the song, Siri pulls her bandana down, takes her hat off, shakes her blonde hair out and hugs Piper who remains covered. She makes a formal presentation of her hat to Piper. I see real emotion on my Baby Thang and wonder what’s going on. She turns and runs off the stage and leaves Piper standing there.

  THUMP. THUMP.

  Piper turns her back to the crowd and snatches chaps off.

  The crowd roars its approval.

  THUMP. THUMP.

  She bends over and twerks.

  THUMP. THUMP.

  She unzips her boots.

  THUMP. THUMP.

  She flings the tops from her. She’s in black stilettos.

  THUMP. THUMP.

  She turns to face the crowd.

  I glance at Dirk. He’s trying to remain calm, but he’s tense in his seat now.

  She rips open her shirt, and I see him flinch, but when he sees she’s wearing a black leather bra, he relaxes again, reverting into his default mode.

  She turns sideways, cocks her bare ass, touches her finger to her lips, then touches her butt cheek, and the emcee says. "Zssst!"

  The THUMPS continue as Piper struts down the runway to us. As she comes, she flings Siri’s hat into the crowd.

  THUMP. THUMP.

  Chapter Fifteen

  The emcee keys the mike. "We have a special guest tonight."

  Piper waves to the crowd and they holler 'hell yeah' to her.

  "Who is this masked woman?"

  She flirts with them before slowly untying her bandana and revealing her face.

  "Is that you, Piper?"

  She nods and drops the bandana into the crowd.

  THUMP. THUMP.

  When she gets to the hot seat, she steps up and stands in it.

  "Looks like we have changed the dancer for the hot seat too."

  She nods and gives the crowd a thumbs up.

  I glance at Dirk and he’s frowning.

  I lean over and shout. "I feel ya pain, brother."

  "Shut up, Hard!"

  I laugh and lean back, knowing I’m really going to enjoy this song.

  THUMP. THUMP.

  Piper takes off the cowboy hat and flings it into the audience. Her auburn curls swirl around her shoulders.

  Dirk’s hand goes to his mouth and he rubs it.

  That’s a sure sign that he’s getting agitated.

  THUMP. THUMP.

  The emcee says. "I believe we have another military man who is recently married without a proper bachelor party."

  Piper leans forward and points at Dirk.

  He tries to ignore her.

  She turns around and wiggles her ass at him.

  He crosses his arms and definitely ignores her.

  I lean over and shout. "It’s gonna happen, Sam I Am."

  "Fuck you, Hard!"

  She laughs at him and calls him to her with her fingers.

  He gives her a 'hell no' look.

  She looks down at her tits.

  He sits straight up in the chair.

  She strikes a 'I’m the diva in charge now' pose.

  The crowd begins to chant. "Take the fucking chair! Take the fucking chair!"

  I lean over and shout. "Her house. Her rules."

  "Fuck this shit!" He stands up to leave.

  She unhooks the bodice.

  He freezes.

  She flings it into the crowd.

  "Goddamnit!"

  Her tits are beautiful!

  The crowd roars!

  THUMP. THUMP.

  Dirk takes the stage. Mad as hell.

  Piper steps off the chair and points to it as "Cake by the Ocean" by DNCE starts to play. She claps over her head, getting the crowd involved and walks away. Dirk stalks her. She whips around, puts her hand up and stops him. Then she points to the chair, calls the crowd for help, and they chant again. "Take the fucking chair! Take the fucking chair!"

  He realizes his only option is to capitulate, so he sits in the chair and folds his arms over his chest.

  The chair looks small under him. He’s twice the size of Steve.

  Fucking gorilla with all those muscles bulging. I laugh.

  Once he’s settled in, Piper begins to torture him as good as Siri tortured me. Dancing and pushing his buttons. At first, her dance is bitchy. He wants her; she doesn’t want him. She pretends he’s talking and she’s not listening. Then she starts to soften up and rub him as she circles him. When she licks him, she nearly faints. Waving her hand in front of her face, fanning herself. She taps her heart, then walks around to face him. She tilts her head, thinking, then flips her hair, bends over, backs up to him and twerks the shit out of that ass.

  He’s gripping the chair so hard his knuckles are white.

  I feel ya pain, brother.

  When she stands back up, she’s slides into his lap all lovey dovey, rubbing her hands all over his chest, his face, his hair. When she pulls him into her cleavage, the crowd roars their approval. The song ends and he wraps his hand in her hair, grabs a hand full of her ass, stands up and thrust his tongue into her open, willing mouth.

  THUMP. THUMP.

  He walks blindly to the edge of the stage kissing her.

  THUMP. THUMP.

  The k
iss ends, and he hugs her tight to his chest, jumps down with her, and walks them to his chair and sits. She pulls his mouth back to hers. He begins to unbutton his shirt while they kiss.

  The lights go off.

  Darkness calms the crowd.

  THUMP, THUMP.

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  Silence. No one is talking. Everyone is watching the stage.

  The spotlight comes on and illuminates Siri, standing in the center all alone, dressed in a sheer white veil.

  My Angel Thang.

  She sings a capella and her first words trigger an overwhelming response from the crowd. They rise to their feet and hold their phones up high then sway with her beautiful voice. She controls her vocal runs softly and perfectly, but you can hear the pure emotion she feels as she delivers a perfect end to a perfect career, and shows them why she deserves bigger and better things.

  As she sings her goodbye, she walks slowly down the runway, stopping and giving each person that holds their hand out for her to touch, a piece of herself. Bonding with her fans, past and future, as she sings from the bottom of her heart, that she truly will always love them!

  My heart hurts with love for this beautiful, caring woman, who has so unselfishly given her unique talents to her audiences. I look around the room to see everyone is spellbound. Captured in the moment. Understanding that someone special is saying goodbye.

  I look over at Piper. She is wearing Dirk’s shirt. He holds her in front of him with his arms wrapped around her chest. She leans back on him for support, wiping her eyes. Cat stands next to Quintus and holds her face in her hands. Gaby and Steve have returned and his arm is around her. Scanning the crowd, everyone is touched by what they see.

  When Siri reaches the end of the runway, I walk to the edge and hold my hand out. She lays her fingertips in it, and I stroke her with my thumb. She looks out over the crowd and tells them again. "I will always love you." Then she finishes the song with the perfect vocal runs. Finally, she hangs her head down and cries.

  The room explodes with love for her.

  I squeeze her hand and she opens her eyes, tears pouring down her face. Her eyes are glowing and I tell her. "Siri, you are simply stunning! Brave, Baby. Brave." Her smile is humble, then she holds her head high, reaches up to the stars as she waves farewell, turning slowing, savoring how utterly unforgettable the finale is.