Teach Me by Alexa Riley
Chapter Two
Reese
I’m going to kill my cousin.
It’s Saturday night, and he’s getting married in two weeks. I’m his best man, and I’m in charge of his bachelor party. I had everything planned out for a poker night at my house with his buddies, but that wasn’t what Tino wanted. As soon as the guys got to the house, they started pounding liquor and talking about going clubbing. I’d had a chef come in to make wings to order and some carved brisket. I’d spent weeks making sure everything was perfect, then an hour into the party and Tino was calling around for a limo.
We’re both only children, so the two of us grew up basically like brothers, but we couldn’t be more different. He’s five years older than me and still acts like he’s in college. We were all surprised when he said he was getting married, but if anything, I’ve learned Tino is unpredictable.
“Now this is what I’m talking about.” Tino stretches his arms wide outside the strip club, and his friends start cheering and slapping him on the back.
I’m the one talking to the limo driver and giving him an exorbitant tip so that he’ll hang out in the parking lot until we’re ready to go. I could stay in the car and probably get some work done, but before I can complete that thought, my cousin is coming up behind me.
“Come on, Reese, don’t be a bitch,” he teases as he squeezes my neck.
“Fuck off, Tino.” I try to shrug him off, but he leans in close.
“Seriously, cuz, come on.” He looks over his shoulder to make sure his friends aren’t close. “I haven’t told any of the guys you’re a virgin.”
“Thanks.” I roll my eyes.
“Come on, this will be fun.” He lets out a long sigh and smiles at me. “This is my bachelor party.”
“I know. I was supposed to be in charge of it.”
He’s already shaking his head. “Look, I love you, Reese, but bachelor night means titties in my face. I appreciate what you tried to do, but this is what I told you I wanted.”
“Yeah.” I feel like an idiot.
“Let’s go inside, have a few drinks, and let me see some pussy.”
“I don’t think this place shows pussy,” I argue, and he laughs.
“They’ll show anything with enough paper.” He winks and pulls out a rolled-up ball of cash. “Here, take this one.” He tosses it to me as he begins to follow his friends in the club. I stand there watching after him and then he looks back over his shoulder. “Come on, Reese, let’s see some tittaaaaaaays.”
They all laugh as they walk into Heaven’s Door, and I sigh. We both grew up never wanting for anything, and yet the two of us took very different paths. Where I kept my face in books and graduated with honors, Tino partied until someone gave him a degree to leave college. Money never mattered to me, but I think Tino is trying to spend every bit of his inheritance before he turns fifty.
With a long sigh, I tuck the cash in my pocket and follow the group of guys into the club. There’s a couple of big bouncers at the door, and as the guys get in line,
“I’ve got a few friends looking for a special seat in the house.” I take out several crisp hundreds and slip each of them a few. “Think you could point me in the right direction?”
“Right this way,” one of them says as he unclips the velvet rope, and I nod to Tino.
I might have never been to a strip club, but I know exactly how the world works and what it takes to have access to the VIP. Tino and his friends follow the bouncer, and I fall into the back of the line.
Inside, the club is loud, dark, and smells like perfume. On stage straight ahead are two women on poles doing the same dance at the same time. There are men sitting next to the stage throwing bills and cheering them on. I glance around to the bouncer ahead, opening another velvet rope to a sectioned-off part of the club. When I get to him, I slide him another bill and ask for bottle service. He nods and turns toward the bar to make sure we get taken care of. Once that’s done, he tells me our waitress will be right over.
There are ten of us in the private tables, and right away half of the guys take a seat closer to the stage, away from us. Tino and two of his friends spot a dancer walking around, and after a quick exchange she takes them by the hand and leads them away. The other two guys decide that their wives wouldn’t be happy about them being there and leave within the first five minutes. So there I am, sitting alone, when our bottle service arrives.
The waitress walks right in front of me and nearly falls over as she steadies her full tray. I reach out to catch her, and she squeaks like a little mouse.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry.” She sets the tray down on the table, and it’s then I finally get a good look at her.
“Goddamn,” is the only thing I can manage to say as I look her over.
Her dark eyes are wide as she swallows hard and then stands up straight. Her dark hair is in braids, and she looks like she’s just rolled out of bed after a night of fucking. But somehow she looks innocent and untouched, and my brain and cock can’t figure out which they like more.
My eyes travel south, and I see she’s got on a white crop top that’s tied in the front. When I look lower, I see she’s wearing a plaid skirt with knee-high white socks, and I groan at the sight. She looks like a dirty schoolgirl, and my dick begins to throb.
The sound of me moaning must have made her shy because she grabs the edge of her skirt and tries to wiggle it down. It’s no use; that skirt is too fucking small for thighs like hers. I thought I’d seen beautiful women before, but not after tonight. She is gorgeous, but more than that, she’s got a body made for sinning.
I don’t have an excuse for still being a virgin other than I haven’t had time for women. Or better yet, I never made the time. It never bothered me until this very moment, because right now I’d do anything to be inside her.
I’m sure some of the girls here would be willing to do a little more than a lap dance for the right amount of money, but maybe I should start with that and see where it goes. There is something about this little curvy mouse in front of me that makes me so fucking hard that I can’t stand even the small distance between us.
“How much?” I say over the music, and even in the dark I can see her cheeks flush.
“Umm…” She looks around and then back at me.
“Whatever it is, I’ll pay it,” I say and stand up. “Name your price.”