Nikola held up her index finger and middle finger in a V. “Boy oh boy. I can’t wait to have all five of these babies up when I keep pummeling you at Rook.”
The garage door went up as I hit the button on the visor in the car. I’d given Nikola the spot next to my Corvette. I’d park in the driveway until we decided what we wanted to do about a house.
Chuckling, I responded, “I figured you were going to say you still want to do your wifely duties and striptease for me.”
She countered, “Or maybe the Magic 8 Ball will want you to do a striptease for me while I play ‘It’s Raining Men.’ But, it has to be the Geri Halliwell version. I think that would be great.” Nikola nodded, as if it was the perfect plan.
I pulled the vehicle into the garage, trying to play it cool. “The Weather Girls know their stuff.”
Nikola withdrew that dreaded, black, round sphere of doom. The last time the fortune had gone my way, which meant that that horrid thing was bound to turn on me.
She handed the ball to me. “Want to give it a go and see how cool they are to dance to?”
To stall, I hit the button to close the garage door. The moment the door hit the floor, I felt like I was being sentenced. Nikola faced me, trying to suppress a laugh. She started speaking again.
“I’ll sweeten the pot. You can choose to ask one of two questions to the 8 Ball. The first choice is to ask the 8 Ball if you should do a striptease to the song. The second choice is to ask if I should be the one to do the striptease in your place. If you ask the sacred 8 Ball if you should do the striptease and it says no, that means I have to do it and vice versa. So one of us will be stripping tonight regardless.”
I turned to face her. “You’re giving me the choice on what I ask the 8 Ball?”
She nodded and giggled.
I held out my hand. “Give me that damn ball.”
There was still a faint light in the garage from the light hanging from the ceiling, so I could still see everything. Nikola handed me the Magic 8 Ball, and I stared down at it.
Are we going to be friends still? I hope so. I don’t want to make threats, but if you make me dance to that fucking song, it’s not going to be a pleasant end for you. Shit, I’m talking to you like you’re not some toy. Just be kind and we’ll get along great.
I looked up at Nikola to make sure I hadn’t slipped and said something out loud. She was barely holding in her amusement, but I hadn’t. Whew.
Holding the 8 Ball out, I still didn’t know which question I was going to ask. This was either going to go extremely well or terribly bad. I closed my eyes as I wished with all my might. “Magic 8 Ball, should I get my dance moves on and strip for my wife?”
Shaking the damn ball, I turned it over and waited for that blue triangle to float up to the top. Nikola leaned over, waiting to see what our fate was going to be. When I saw the words, My reply is no, I started cheering in the car.
“Boo-yah, Magic 8 Ball. Boo-yah! The tides have turned. This little beauty is now my BFF, and not yours. Yes! Yes! Yes! Baby, get your stripper shoes on, you’re getting naked for me tonight!”
I stopped when Nikola laughed. “You’ve come to the dark side of the power of the Magic 8 Ball.”
“Fuck that stupid Magic 8 Ball.”
Nikola got out of the car. “Be careful. It may pay you back next time you have a question if you don’t love the Magic 8 Ball.”
I’m sorry, Magic 8 Ball. It wasn’t personal. I promise.
I got out of the vehicle after mentally apologizing to the Magic 8 Ball. “Go get on something good. I’ll be waiting in the living room for you.” I met Nikola at the front of the car and swatted her ass. “Make sure to bring that special gift, too.”
Nikola opened the door that led into the house as she pulled her sweatshirt over her head. I didn’t say a word as I enjoyed her backside. This was going to be a good time tonight. I made my way to the couch and positioned the coffee table across the room to give her room to dance right in front of me. I stripped out of my clothes, ready to fuck her brains out when I couldn’t stand anymore.
A few minutes passed and what sounded like music from the club began playing through the speakers. My docking station at the back of the room was wired throughout the house. The low, erotic pulse sounded throughout the room.
I stroked my dick as I waited for Nikola to come stand in front of me. A velvet pouch came over my left shoulder and dangled in front of my face. Warm lips came to my right ear. “There’s a vibrator in my underwear, positioned in front of my clit. This is the remote to control the strength of those vibrations as I dance for you.”
“Holy shit.” I stopped stroking myself, afraid I was going to come on the spot.
Her tongue traced the rim of my ear. “I thought you’d like that.”
I took the pouch and opened it to find a small, rectangular remote. On it were ten numbers. Nikola came to stand in front of me, wearing black sheer panties and a matching bra. There was a matching robe of the same material over top.
“Nikki, you’re fucking gorgeous. Whatever I did to deserve you, I’ll never know.”
She twirled. “I take it you like.”
“Oh, baby, I like.”
Nikola swayed her hips as she undid the tie to her robe. I hit the One on the remote and her eyes closed for a second before letting the garment slide off her arms. Nikola continued to walk my way before turning and bending, leaving her pussy mere inches from my reach. I went to touch her, but she stood, swaying and touching herself in the sexiest way as her body moved to the beat. I pressed the five on the remote and got an audible gasp. She faltered, but continued.
I squeezed my dick harder as Nikola unsnapped her bra. Instead of letting me see those luscious tits, she covered them with her hands and began to massage them. I hit the number six and was rewarded with her eyes closing, and her fingers went to the end of her nipples. She pinched them. Nikola didn’t lose her rhythm this time.
Knowing I wasn’t going to last, I pressed seven, and Nikola said, “That feels so good. I’m so wet. So wet. I wish you could feel how ready I am for you.”
I pressed eight, and Nikola began moving my way. She didn’t touch me as she put her hands on the couch to the outside of my legs. Licking her lips, she leaned down and swirled her tongue around the tip of my cock.
“Shit, baby.” I pressed ten, and Nikola dropped to her knees. We were both getting close. I got up, moving her hands temporarily, and positioned myself behind her. Getting on my knees, I lifted Nikola’s hips to the perfect height to fuck her. The vibrator was still going as I pushed the fabric aside and plunged inside. She was wet, warm, and tight as I pounded into her.
“Brandt. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
I grabbed her hips and rammed myself in, balls deep, starting the ripple effect of our orgasm. Pulses began in the center and continued to move outward, overtaking our entire bodies. We sagged onto the floor after I pulled out. I held Nikola to me. I reached for the remote and turned the vibrator off.
She looked over at me, the picture of a satiated woman. I brushed a piece of hair off her face. “I’m glad the Magic 8 Ball did not pick me to do that.”
“Me, too. I think the vibrator was a hit.”
I kissed her hard. “Oh, it’s definitely going into the frequently-used pile.”
We were touching each other and kissing. It wasn’t going to be long before I was in Nikola again. We weren’t going to get any sleep tonight if I had anything to do with it.
THER
E WAS A noise from the bathroom as I peeled my eyes open. Something crashed. I felt for Brandt, but his side of the bed was cold and empty. Throwing back the green duvet, I headed toward the bathroom. I could hear someone sniffing, as if they had a runny nose. Glancing back at the clock, I noticed it was a little after three a.m.
Is Brandt sick? Why didn’t he wake me?
My voice tried to work, but it was dry from sleeping and only a croak came out when I tried to call out his name. Fear pooled in my gut as I tried to stay positive about what was going on behind the door. The time it took to close the distance seemed to last forever. It was as if I was stuck in tar, barely able to move.
I tried to speak again, but nothing came out. What is wrong with me? My hand went to my throat as I tried to make any type of noise. Only a raspy sound came from my vocal cords. Finally, after what felt like hours, I made it to the door and cracked it open.
There was a mirror on the cabinet and two lines of white powder were evenly spaced on it. A hand appeared holding a rolled-up dollar bill. Brandt leaned over and snorted a line of coke. My heart broke as tears began to fall freely down my face.
My vocal cords broke free as I screamed, “You promised! You promised! You promised!” My world ended. I kept yelling, “You promised! You promised!”
“Nikola, wake up! Wake up, baby!”
My body jolted forward and my skin was damp from the perspiration. Breaths were heaving in and out of my lungs. Needing to see the bathroom, I ran in there and flipped on the lights. Everything was as I’d left it when I’d gotten ready for the striptease. I turned around and ran into Brandt’s chest. His hands came out to steady me.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” I started crying and crushed my face into his chest. “Nikola, you’re scaring the fuck out of me. Please, tell me what’s wrong.”
I sobbed harder. Brandt picked me up and cradled me in his arms as he walked back into the bedroom. He sat on the bed, and I clung to him.
“I’m trying to be patient, but I’m about to go out of my mind here, baby.”