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  And the brunette smiled again, taking my hand in her soft ones, bringing me close to cradle my face in her hands.

  “I know big guy, I know you’re all about sharing,” she said, giving me a sweet kiss on the lips. “And I appreciate you paying my tuition,” she breathed, punctuating the words with another kiss. “But I still need a small bit of financial independence, so I’m working and that’s final,” she said determinedly before sashaying out with a wink, those hips swinging and oh so tantalizing.

  And I accepted it. After all, I’m proud of my girl and that’s exactly what we’re working towards … independence mixed with dependence so that we’re in a balanced relationship. But at the same time, I want Evie to know just how serious I am about sharing, how serious I am about “our money,” “our things,” and “our life.” So I’ve decided to make it legal. I’m going to put everything on the line, my freedom be damned. I want to show the world that we belong together, that I belong to her and she belongs to me, and a wedding is exactly the answer.

  So I’ve got a diamond in my pocket, a real stunner, a five carat beauty that will look amazing on her finger. And I’m looking forward to getting down on one knee, proposing, watching a sweet smile slip over my best girl’s face, her eyes lighting with joy. Because you know what? I started out as the teacher but Evie’s more than just a student, so much more … she’s my fiancée, my wife, my life, my everything, and always will be.

  THE END

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  A SNEAK PEEK

  Taking advantage of my distraction, Caleb inserted a digit into my behind, my dark star resisting the foreign object. I could feel my brothers’ hands moving in and out, one in my cunt, the other in my ass and I moaned heavily, breathing hard, still bent over, the two men tending to me, priming me for the big time.

  Because it was here. With Caden finger-fucking my vag, Caleb straightened behind me and lined his dick up with my anus.

  “Oh god, no!” I gasped, turning to look at him with wide eyes. I’ve had sex, but not anal, and I couldn’t, I just couldn’t do that ten-inch dong.

  But he must have encountered resistance from women before.

  “No worries, baby girl,” he growled, fingering my ass one last time before pushing that nasty finger into my mouth. “You’ll love it.”

  CHAPTER ONE

  Karina

  It was embarrassing. I was in Vegas for my best friend’s bachelorette party and she’d told me we were going to a Celine Dion concert. In fact, my mom had given me three hundred dollars for the ticket and the money was burning a hole in my pocket.

  But actually, Vera had planned something completely different. Instead of the talented Celine, we were going to a strip club.

  “Vera, I don’t know,” I said hesitantly. “I mean, didn’t some of the girls pre-pay already? They’ll be out a ton of cash.”

  “Karina seriously,” harrumphed Vera. “You can be such a stick in the mud sometimes. The whole Celine Dion thing was a cover-up. No one wanted to see her, she’s for, like, couples on their silver anniversaries. We,” she added with a lascivious smile, “are headed to Lucky Paradise Two.”

  What? What kind of strip club was called Lucky Paradise Two? Was there a Lucky Paradise One somewhere? But I just shook my head. I wasn’t the bachelorette and it wasn’t up to me to call the shots. Fine, I figured. One night wouldn’t hurt and I’d get to see some amazing male bodies up close. With a couple of shots, everything would be okay.

  “Drink up girlies!” shrieked Vera, prancing around the hotel suite. “It’s time to have a good time y’all!”

  And I downed the tequila, the alcohol burning my throat. Oh god, that was awful but liquid courage was needed. With another gasp, I reached for a second shot, thinking only of hard, male bodies, gyrating, pulsing, dancing under multi-colored strobe lights. After all, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right?

  CHAPTER TWO

  Karina

  The cold night air seemed to knock sobriety back into me. Damnit! I wanted to be tipsy and relaxed, perfect for a night of ogling male bodies. Truth be told, this was exactly what I needed, Celine be damned.

  It’s not that I’ve never seen naked men, it’s just that I don’t have a whole lot of experience you know? There are other girls at school who’ve done busloads of dudes, but the ones that I meet are never compelling. They’re more like skinny string beans interested in playing computer games, Dungeons and Dragons, or whatever it is they do.

  I’d been at a coffee shop with my boyfriend Danny just last week. It was close to the NYU campus but there was no one around and if you’ve ever been in a New York coffee shop, you know no one is looking at you. People are too absorbed in whatever they’re doing, writing their latest magnum opus, working on their thesis, or just chilling out.

  So I’d wanted to experiment a little, maybe push the boundaries a tiny bit. Beneath the table I slipped off my shoe and ran my toes up and down Danny’s ankle.

  “Hey,” I cooed. “What are you reading?”

  He looked up from his textbook.

  “Just something on insects,” he mumbled, looking back down quickly. Danny was studying to be an entomologist.

  “Any insects I know of?” I cooed again, rubbing his ankle with my socked foot.

  Danny gave me an annoyed look and set his highlighter down.

  “Karina, for your information I was studying the praying mantis. Did you know that females eat males after mating?” he asked. “Yeah, that’s right,” he continued dryly. “Women out there are vipers, I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”

  My cheeks colored. Where was this coming from? I was just trying to engage in some lighthearted banter and he was accusing me of being a man-eating viper?

  “Karina,” he sighed. “You know how New York is. There are five women for every guy, women here are incredibly aggressive. You don’t need to act like everyone else, you know,” he said disdainfully.

  Now my cheeks had colored. Was flirting with your boyfriend a crime now?

  “I’m not sure what you mean,” I said slowly. “I was just trying to show interest in your work. I mean, our majors don’t exactly overlap.”

  “Well don’t,” he said huffily, slamming his book shut. “It’s just coming off as desperate and cheap. Listen, I gotta run, class starts in twenty minutes. Pick this up for me?” he asked, nodding at the coffee.

  And I agreed numbly as he packed his bag and took off, hoodie up against the wind.

  But I was brought to my senses a mere week later. Danny had been working late at the lab doing who knows what the past week, so I’d figured I’d make a midnight run and deliver some snacks, the poor guy was working so hard.

  The building was dark and I clutched the tin of brownies tightly across my chest. God, I hated walking around Manhattan at night despite the fact that the university had stationed sentries everywhere.

  With a sigh of relief, I let myself into the biology building. Okay, he’d said his lab was on the fourth floor.
The thought of encountering cages of creepy crawlies was disgusting but I’d brave it – for the right guy.

  Slowly, I made my way down the hallway. Sure enough, at the end of the polished floor was a rectangle of light. I could hear light music playing and some human voices. I picked up the pace. The sooner I was done the better!

  But as I got closer, I realized the voices weren’t exactly talking … it was more like moaning. Moans of “Do it, do me, yeah deeper,” and shit like that. What the hell?

  I tiptoed closer and got the shock of my life. Right there, on the lab table with cages of spiders around them, were Danny and his TA Kendra. Kendra was lying back on the polished metal surface, nude except for a pair of red stilettos, her head thrown back, her face a mask of ecstasy as she moaned.

  Danny didn’t even notice my shadow at the door, a lascivious smile on his face. He had a handkerchief in his hands and was running the filmy material up and down over Kendra’s bare pussy. The girl twisted underneath him, holding herself open so that he could tease her clit, drenching that wet material with loads of pussy cream.

  I gasped but managed to swallow the sound. Danny chuckled deeply, his attention still completely focused on the woman before him and reached for a wand-type object nearby. Oh my god, wasn’t that the thing they used to herd insects into glass jars? It had little pincers at the end, probably to grab particularly stubborn worms.

  With a low chuckle, he traced it over Kendra’s pussy and then snapped the pincers onto her clit.

  “Aieee!” she screamed. “Fuck! Fuck!” she squealed, her cunny twitching. I could literally see her little clit throb, growing red and inflamed under the pincers. But Danny didn’t release, instead keeping them locked on that hard nub.

  With a nasty look, Danny grabbed another wand and with his left hand and ran it deep into the girl’s pussy with a vicious thrust. She almost convulsed with pleasure, her clit stimulated by the tool in his right hand, her cunt fucked hard with the tool in his left.

  My so-called boyfriend was completely aroused this entire time, his prick standing up from his hips, dripping with cum as he tortured his entomology TA, Kendra twisting and panting beneath him. Plus, in some sick fantasy foreplay, he was wearing a white lab coat, a pair of goggles pushed up his forehead.

  At this point, I could hold back no longer.

  “What the fuck!” I shrieked, my hands flying to my cheeks. “What the fuck?”

  He looked up in a flash, Kendra was still too immersed in pleasure, her eyes closed, body convulsing with waves to even notice I was there.

  “Karina,” he gasped, his dick twitching. “What are you doing here?” he managed, twisting Kendra’s clit even as he spoke to me.

  “Stop!” I screeched.

  “Shut up,” he hissed. “Just leave okay? There could be other people on this floor, plus,” he dropped his voice to a nasty whisper, “I told you not to butt in. You’re seriously getting desperate and unattractive, now scram,” he ground out.

  Without making a sound, I backed away from the open door, the brownies dropping to the ground. There was clearly no one in the building, Danny just didn’t want to be disturbed as he earned his latest “A.” I was sure he’d get an A+ given that Kendra never even noticed my appearance.

  Muffling sobs, I ran to the elevator, hot tears streaming down my cheeks. I was humiliated but at the same time so very, very angry. I mean, really? I remembered how just a week ago he’d called me “desperate” for my harmless flirting, and now here he was engaged in some kind of insect-based sex with his instructor. I wasn’t the messed-up one, it was him!

  And so it was with a blast of anticipation that I stepped into the strip club. I was momentarily overcome by darkness, blinking as my eyes adjusted. But Vera was right, I could use some loosening up after the humiliation I’d endured and ogling some hard, oiled male bodies was just the cure.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Caden

  I saw her the minute she walked in. She was shy but looking around wide-eyed, trying to get her bearings the dark. There were about ten girls, your usual bachelorette squad, more than a little drunk off their asses. As I watched, the girl in charge, obviously the bachelorette, whipped out a decanter from her purse, took a swig, and yelled “Yee-haw!” leading the way to the center circle.

  My brother Caleb was dancing at the moment in a real banana hammock, the material stretchy and golden. He smiled at the girls, his moves flawless, showing off his pecs, abs and thighs as the girls flocked in a circle around him, oohing and ahing, not a few furiously digging into their purses for bills.

  And what can I say? My twin is sculpted, we work for these bods and aren’t afraid to use them.

  We’re just here for a weekend on a whim, it’s not like we need to dance for money – we’re fucking billionaires, more used to having girls dance for us. But sometimes it’s nice to turn the tables and be the object of lust for our bodies, instead of our wealth.

  So Caleb ground and twisted, much to the delight of the women, and dropped to his heels, giving them a good look at those glutes before straightening again. I knew that more was coming though. He stood up and bent over, tensing his buttocks for the women to ogle. Not a few reached hands forward to touch, mouths gaping, although he skirted away just in time.

  Here’s where it gets kinky. I snapped my blue banana hammock on and joined Caleb in the golden circle of light. Moving seamlessly, we began dancing in sync, grinding our hips, letting our huge bulges take the spotlight, running fingers under the elastic of our hammocks, pulling the material aside fleetingly to tantalize with a glimpse of balls and maybe even a little cock. Shit, the tip of my cock was poking out of my waistband, it was so hard, and I could see the outline of Caleb’s dick wrapped around his waist, a snake in a blanket.

  The girl with the auburn hair looked on with shock, her eyes wide as she downed mouthful after mouthful of alcohol. Management should have ripped that decanter from her hand, outside alcohol wasn’t allowed, but hey, that shit builds courage right?

  But at the same time, I had an odd urge to touch her, to make the color blaze in her cheeks and I could tell my twin had seen her too. Getting ready for our finale, we faced each other, not touching, hips gyrating with wide smiles as the girls cheered.

  Slowly we ground our cocks closer and closer, inching forward little by little, the girls gasping, not a few fondling themselves, their eyes wide as they took in the show.

  Finally, our groins touched, the gold fabric and the blue, our penises rubbing through the cloth. Yeah, that’s right. My twin and I were grinding on each other, and let me tell you, based on the female screams all around, it was the hottest shit any of them had seen … ever.

  Meanwhile, the cute girl had finished whatever she was drinking and was now watching us with pure lust, undisguised, hungry and desperate. I could see that her hand had trailed down her pussy and she was fingering herself under the cocktail dress, her movements sharp and jerky. With a slight nod of my head, I gestured to the pit boss and he made his way over to the girl, whispering quietly in her ear.

  Her eyes grew wide but she nodded and reached into her purse for some cash, handing it over wordlessly. Bingo! With one last smile, I made a thrusting movement with my hips, my twin doing the same and then disengaged. We’d just secured another engagement … in the back room.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Karina

  I don’t know what I’m doing. The money my mom gave me for the Celine Dion concert, all three hundred, was now in the hands of that management dude, the one in the dark suit. I’d been watching the male strippers on stage raptly, the ones who were identical twins with bodies to die for.

  I’d almost died myself when I saw what they were doing. The men were grinding their dicks on each other, the bulges massive and compelling, smiling all the while, white teeth flashing, and I could swear the smiles were meant for me.

  “You’re so full of it,” I screamed at myself. “It’s all smoke and mirrors, you’re just
desperate that Danny was fucking his TA while you were doing nothing, getting nowhere,” I cried internally. But I couldn’t help it. The haze of the alcohol and resultant buzz were clouding my judgment. I wanted to fuck those twins, forget everything else, feel my body sandwiched between those hard male abs, feel those dicks invade me, in and out, in and out.

  So when the pit boss came up and whispered in my ear, I’d silently nodded. Evidently I could get some “alone time” with these dudes for three hundred dollars. Imagine that. Exactly what I’d had for Celine Dion was now going to these male strippers.

  But it was going to be worth it. I looked around in the back room. It was a small space, sure, with a velvet couch, a mirror on the wall, and a tiny bar. Perfect! I opened the mini-fridge and managed another sip of Jack Daniels when the door creaked open.

  Oh god, they were here. Both men, smiling identical smiles, still dressed in those tiny, glittery outfits. Normally, speedos are lame but when they’re adorning the godliest physiques you’ve ever seen … shit that tiny piece of fabric was suddenly covering too much.

  I wasn’t sure exactly how to start but they stepped in smoothly.

  “Hey,” said one. “I’m John, this is Jonah. We’re brothers,” he smiled wickedly, noting the obvious.

  Oh yeah. I could see that. Identical twins actually, with dark, almost black hair, bluish lights coming out under the dim lamps, and dark eyes too. Hmm, maybe blue eyes but I was having a hard time focusing, the room growing hot, my body hard yet soft at once.