Key West Lacey Alexander (sad books to read .txt) 📖

a garter belt hooked to fishnet stockings she’d bought a couple of hours ago at the same sexy clothing shop where she’d purchased her high-heeled black leather boots. She was dressed for sin.

“Oh, you can call me angel,” she told him playfully. “But now it’ll just be one of those little ironies, like when somebody nicknames a fat guy Slim or a tall man Shorty.”

He chuckled, reaching over the bar to take her hands in his. “Listen, I need to tell you something,” he said, his voice low.

She raised her eyebrows. “Don’t keep me in suspense.”

“Don’t kill me, but…” He glanced toward Shay, currently delivering drinks to a table full of college-aged guys. Tonight she wore a stretchy-looking skin-tight red miniskirt, a little white tank top, and what Carrie thought of as stripper shoes—tall, red, strappy platform heels. “Shay wants to hang out with us tonight. And as luck would have it, we’re working the same shift, so she gets off at the same time I do.”

“Well—”

“But the reason I didn’t turn her down,” he said before she could reply, “is because she wants to make nice with you.”

Carrie laughed. “I was going to say that I don’t mind at all. Whatever you want to do tonight is good for me.”

He raised his eyebrows. “So this is my reward for giving you all those screaming orgasms?”

“Something like that.” She glanced at Shay again, now able to make out that she wore no bra beneath her fitted tank, and that it said pussycat across her chest in red. “But, uh, what do you mean, she wants to make nice?”

“Well, she actually thinks you’re pretty cool, when she’s not busy sharpening her claws in front of you.” He winked.

“Yeah, that pussycat shirt fits in more ways than one, doesn’t it?”

“Turns out we were right and she was sort of jealous, but I think she’s over it now, and I’d love for you two to like each other.”

The sentiment touched her, and she refused to let herself to even begin wondering why it mattered if his fling liked his friend, what that implied. “Like I said, I’m up for anything tonight.” And she did mean anything. Her pussy—bare beneath her short skirt since she’d decided to surprise Chris by wearing no panties—tingled with anticipation, wondering what a night on the town in Key West might hold.

Just then, Shay approached, plopped her drink tray on the bar, and slid her arm around Carrie’s waist, leaning in close. “Hey sweets, would you mind if I hung out with you and Chris for awhile tonight?” To Carrie’s surprise, her flirtation lacked its usual hint of insolence.

Also to her surprise, it suddenly made Shay’s company a lot more appealing, even as wild and unpredictable as she was. “I just told Chris that sounds like fun.”

Shay smiled, raking her gaze down over Carrie’s breasts to her fishnet-clad thighs. Carrie’s gaze dropped, too, noticing that when she sat down, her skirt had ridden up just enough to reveal the garters stretching to connect with the sexy hosiery. “Angel, my ass,” she said, laughing. “You look too hot tonight.”

With that, she whisked off to continue working, and Carrie almost tried to will the slight swell of her cunt away, an old habit of worry and shame, but then she remembered—she was up for anything tonight; she’d promised Chris and it was a promise she intended to keep, both for his sake and for hers. She needed this, needed to allow herself to abandon all limits, all fears, without regrets. And she knew Chris was just the man to help her.

* * * * *

An hour later, after the sun had set and the crowds had taken to the nightlife on Duval Street, Carrie walked up the thoroughfare with Chris and Shay. Chris held her hand, making her feel protected when men’s eyes raked over her sexy outfit with blatant lust.

They strolled past bars and dance clubs that filled the warm tropical air with loud music, laughter, and cheers. Peeking in one bar, Carrie caught sight of a bikini contest, in another she saw people engaged in what appeared to be a drinking competition.

As they approached the strip club Carrie and Chris had walked past once before, Carrie couldn’t resist letting her gaze rise to the shadowy second story windows where the partially closed shutters allowed her a glimpse of female curves bathed in multi-colored lights.

“Come on in, girls. You’ll like what you see as much your guy will. You two luscious ladies look ready to party, and trust me, your man will thank you.”

It was the same hawker from the other night, standing at the bottom of the steps that led to the second floor club. He sported a long, dark ponytail and multiple piercings, and the sign above his head said Sirens.

“Let’s go in,” Shay said.

Chris looked to Carrie. “Uh, that all right with you?”

She smiled, curiosity and anticipation making her breasts feel heavy in the tight cups of her top. “Yes. I told you, whatever you want to do tonight, I want to do, too.”

Chris paid the doorman and Shay led them up the steps. As Carrie climbed the crisp white wooden stairway, she was amazed at how quaint even the building that housed the strip club was. Key West was a place of contradictions, she thought—of quaint clapboard homes, of wild debauchery and sin. Maybe, she thought, that was why she felt so alive here—the place had brought out the contradictions inside her, too, and made her see them, accept them, begin to move past them. A week ago, entering a strip club would have been unthinkable, but now, today, her cunt twitched, wondering what sensual treats lay inside.

As she’d noticed from the outside, the room was filled with lights—swirls of red, yellow, purple, and blue bathed the stage and the dancers currently on it.

Although the room was filled with guys in shorts and tees, as well as some couples, they quickly spotted two