Private Dancer

Private Dancer Chapter 6

Chapter 6

"Can't you do that in the bathroom bro?" Emory asks.

He's talking to D.  The reason he's saying this is because D is jacking his big uncut dick in the back before the show.  He has a playboy magazine in his hand.  I have to admit looking over at D jack his dick in front of everyone in the open just like this is enough to turn me on.  I'm not the only one either.  A bunch of the other boys are noticing it too.  He has some baby oil in between his fingers.  It lubes up his dick.  He rubs it in and out of his foreskin.  He strokes from the base making sure that he's getting it real nice and hard.  Already I can see the veins popping out on D's shaft.  It's impressive.  The head is poking out of the foreskin finally and it's wet with what I believe is precum.  My mouth waters looking at it.  I can't help but to keep staring.

"Oh damn, my bad," D states, before adding quickly, "Come B---let's go in the bathroom real quick."

I'm confused.

"Excuse me?"

It's not me who asks the question though.  It's Emory.  He butts in almost immediately as though he is really confused on why I would be going in the bathroom with D.

"You know...do a little jack off together," D states, "Maybe bend over a little bit and show me that hole..."

"D...how many times do I have to tell you that I'm not a fluffer," I state.

"Ain't you straight?" Emory asks.

"Yeah but I'm a freak too," D acknowledges shrugging his broad shoulders, "A warm wet hole is a warm wet hole.  You know what I mean, don't you Emory?"

"Nah, I don't."

D isn't taking that for an answer, "Oh come on.  You're straight.  I'm straight.  As straight men, take a look at Barry. Look at that ass----"

I didn't realize I'm bent over at this moment when D says that.  He is talking to Emory as though I'm not standing right there.  I have to admit I feel kind of sexy having two men turn at that moment and stare at my naked body in the way that they do.  They are surveying it.  I liked being stared at.  I mean, let's be real.  I wasn't a stripper for no reason.

D was one thing.  He was a freak, like he said.

Emory however.  The way Emory stares at my ass in that moment, damn.  It makes me almost wet.

"What about it?" Emory asks trying to look away.

D grab's Emory's chin and focuses it back towards me, "Look at that ass.  Tell me if you weren't married and you guys weren't brothers and it was a cold lonely night that you wouldn't stick your dick in that phat warm ass at least one time.  Sure it's not a pussy but sometimes a warm, wet hole is a warm wet hole.  Am I right?"

He is laughing trying to give Emory a dab but Emory isn't with it.

That's when Emory says the coolest thing.

"Berlin is a lot more than a warm wet hole," he states.

I see a smirk roll over D's face. I give him a look, "What you smiling about?"

"He didn't deny that he'd fuck you on a cold lonely night."

D finds this hilarious and I'm glad when Emory doesn't take it too seriously either.  I watch as he walks over and elbows D playfully.  Emory is getting more and more comfortable around us.  It's been a week since our performance and we'd both been escalated to stage performance because our viral video.  I'm not surprised this has helped Ainsley.

"When you guys stop groping each other I have a question," I tell D.

"Sure we can fuck."

"Nah, seriously D," I tell him, "You need a roommate?"

"Nah man.  You wouldn't want to be my roommate.  Just warning you now.   I have way too many girls going in and out of my house."

"Well then just to stay for awhile?" I ask.

D and Emory both give me a look.

"Everything OK?" D asks me.

Emory is wondering the same thing.  I can tell.

Just at that moment however we are interrupted.  Someone walked into the room.  It's Lux.  Seeing Lux walk is uncomfortable for everyone.  The guy always seemed to be upset about something and none of us could put our finger on it.  He stands over by the three of us.

"You guys ready for the Christmas performance?" he asks, "The three of you spend all your time back here chatting it up when we need to be getting ready for the opening show."

D smiles, "We are big dick reindeers and you are Santa Claus with a six pack."

Emory laughs, "Where's your holiday spirit, D?  Who says Santa was fat?"

"Looks are deceiving, Emory," Lux states, "You should know that more than anyone else right?"

Weird.  I look at Lux when he says that.  He walks away after saying that.  D follows close behind him putting on his reindeer antlers.

"What's he mean by that?" I ask.

"What?"

"The deceiving thing?"

Emory shrugs it off, "Who knows?  Lux is probably high again.  Man---it's getting worse.  I was thinking about talking to Ainsley about his drug use."

I sigh at the thought.  I didn't' care about Lux's drug use personally.  I cared about what he said.  It didn't matter though.   It's clear Emory was coming into himself and really just getting more comfortable around me.  He'd never gone back to old Emory but as long as he was comfortable that was all that mattered.

"I see..."

"Don't worry about it," he states trying to change the subject, "Here...let me help you out with your antlers."

"I got it."

The whole touching each other all the time was something that I'd been trying to be aware of.  Ever since I had the talk with my sister it just felt uncomfortable.  She had every reason to be upset.  She was right.  I was attracted to her husband.  I always had been.  I'd always flirted with him.  Sure, I think she was more comfortable with it when he didn't flirt back but that didn't matter.

"No.  It's cool.  I want to help."

I'm sitting down when he crouches over me.  I hate the fact that his crotch is inches away from my face when he does it.  It's as though she's showing it to me.  I look at the big crotch.  I wonder if he notices he's doing it.

"Thanks..." I state.

"Awesome.  You mind rubbing oil on my back..."

"Uh..."

"Here."

He doesn't give me an option.  He really was getting comfortable.  Before I know it I'm rubbing oil down his back.   His back is so broad.  He had one of those bodies where you can see his muscles from his back.  His broad shoulders go straight down into a skinny slim perfect lower back.  He lifts his arms out a little bit almost flexing as I put the oil all over him.

"Good?"

"Lower..." he suggests.

"Lower?"

"Like my butt.  No one wants an ashy butt."

I look at his butt.  He has on these underwear.  Fuck.  My heart is beating faster and faster.  I hesitate.  In the past this would be something I wouldn't have thought twice about doing.  I'd quickly rub all over his butt and maybe rub one out later thinking about touching him.  This was different though for some reason.  Still I do what he says.  I use one hand to pull his underwear out.  The skintight elastic wants desperately to snap back.  I scoop some oil into my hands and massage thoroughly on his muscular hard plump ass.  I get to the hole and I swear I hear him exhale slightly as I do it.

"Done," I respond.

"Awesome," he states, "That didn't make you uncomfortable right?"

"Um..."

"Because I want us to be like we were before," he explains to me.

"I do too."

"Then why are you moving out?" he asks.

The way he says it was almost as though ever since we talked about it with D he has had this on his mind.  I feel awkward even acknowledging it at this moment.  It wasn't something that I wanted to bring up.

"I don't have a choice," I state.

"We've been living together right?  Before my memory vanished," he explain, "All three of us were living together."

That was before my sister started to feel insecure about her relationship.  That was before the gay kiss between us `brothers' that had gone completely viral.

"Things change," I state.

"Maybe for the better," he states, "I was thinking we should take the money we make and go to that fair that's happening."

"The fair----that would be perfect," I realize, "Roxana would love if we all got back to doing things together."

"Actually I was just meaning me and you..."

"Uh..."

Fuck.  Why the fuck did he want to go to the fair alone?  Without Roxana.  He looks at me with this hopeful look at that moment.  I think about it.  Any other time we would have brought Roxana.  If Roxana didn't want to tag along it wouldn't have been a big deal but not even offering to bring her with us in the first place just seemed so...it seemed so New Emory and not Old Emory.

Before he puts me in a bad situation he seems to backtrack himself.

"Actually, you know what.  It'd be OK if uh...Roxana came too."

"It'll be fun.  So I'll come pick you up tonight?"

"All few steps to my room?" I laugh.

He laughs back, "Yep.  Old school.  It's a date."

I want to correct him as he walks out.  It wasn't a date.  It's too late to correct him though.  He's already walking away and before I get the chance to say something he's already outside.

~

The dance that night was amazing even though it circled around Lux and the rest of us were nothing more than props for him.  He'd made a lot of money.  That wasn't saying much when it comes to Lux.  Even though he was high as a kite, he was able to pull in more and more money.

"I don't think I can make it...I look like a whale," Roxana states.

She does this even when she isn't pregnant.  This was a queue for Emory and me to talk about how beautiful she looked or talk about how she didn't need to do much to be perfect.

I played my part well, "Don't be crazy, Roxy.  You look amazing.  I can barely even tell you're pregnant.  This is the fair.  Remember we used to go to it all the time when we were younger."

"We did go all the time..." Roxy states, "But god.  Look at me.  My feet are swollen.  What do you think Emory?"

Emory has been quiet.  He'd initially asked her to go but only because I went out of my way to try to get him to do it.  Now he was just standing quietly against the door seeming to want to be anywhere else but in this room with us.

"I wouldn't want your feet to hurt," Emory responds.

I shake my head, "She looks fine."

"You think?" Emory asks.

That's when he does something that almost makes me scream.  He twists his face a little bit while he looks at my sister.  I'm standing there horrified when it is happening wanting to take this back.  I look over at Roxana.  I swear I almost see her heart break in that moment.  I swear I almost see her heart shatter into a million pieces.

She gets up at that moment.

"I'm actually not feeling too well," she states, "I'm going to go to sleep."

I feel like shit when I see Roxana get up and leave out of the room.  All I want is for us to go back to where we were before but this clearly isn't happening.  What seems even weirder is that Emory's energy has been kicked up a few notches now that Roxana isn't there.

"Guess it's just the two of us," he states.

"Actually it's not," I state.

I had a weird feeling that he was going to pull something like this.  He was going to find a way for Roxana not to go on this thing that he had planned.  He already called it a date for god sakes.

"What?" he asks.

"I invited D and Lux," I respond, "As a way to celebrate tonight's performance.  Oh, that must be them now..."

"Wait...Barry----"

He looks like he's going to say something but he doesn't.   I don't give him the chance.  I turn and head out to the door to greet our people.  Emory follows over to me.

Sure enough, it's D and Lux.  D leans over to greet me and then I see Lux do the same to Emory.  What I also notice is that Lux whispers something to Emory.

The look in Emory's eyes is so weird at that moment.

He seems shocked.

And I'm confused.

"Everything OK?" I ask.

I am asking Emory but he just stays quiet.  Whatever Lux whispered to him definitely seems like it's something that had an impact on Emory.  Emory definitely seems like he is out of it.   He doesn't even hear my question it seems like.

"Everything's fine," Lux answers, "Let's go to the fair."

~

Emory

"You won----again," Barry states, "Good aim.  When did you learn to shoot?"

We're at the fair and I'm trying my best to impress Barry.  I guess I'm succeeding.

"Just good luck."

How can I tell him I was in the military?  How could I tell him who I really was without him getting at least a little bit suspicious of my motives not only when it came to him but when it came to me being here.  What if Barry had something to do with my brother's disappearance.  I couldn't trust anyone, but if I came close to trusting someone...it would be him.  It would be Barry.

"It's almost like you're a whole different person," Lux states.

He says it with a laugh.  An uncomfortable laugh.

I change the subject quickly, "Pick one."

"What?" Barry asks.

I look over at Barry, "Pick one.  A bear."

"I want a bear," D states, "This is the third bear you're winning for him."

Barry pushes D away, "He won it for ME.  I'll take the blue one."

I smile watching how excited he looks.  For a minute he seems like he doesn't seem to mind us being near each other.  I think he forgets how awkward it is because after he gets the bear he leans in and gives me a hug.  It's a real hug.  It's a close hug.  Damn he smells good as fuck.

It was definitely worth giving him the third bear.

"Your phone ringing a lot," Lux states, "Is it your wife?"

He's messing with me.  It's clear he is.  He knows that will snap Barry back into reality and it works.  Barry takes a few steps away from me.

"D can you help me with these bears?"

He gives D his bears to hold.  He turns away as though feeling uncomfortable.  Fuck.  I hated that Lux was fucking here.  I hated that he seemed intent on reminding Barry that I was supposedly married to his sister.  I look down at my cellphone.  It wasn't Roxana.  It was someone...else...

"Nothing important," I ignore it.

"I am pretty sure this is romance night at the fair," D states out of nowhere.

No shit.  It was couple's night at the fair.  Everywhere we go it was clear that people were holding hands.  People were clearly on dates.  I couldn't help myself but to invite Barry here.  I shouldn't have.  I knew I shouldn't have but I did.  And it had become very clear that he didn't want to be alone with me as he invites his straight friend D and Lux, a guy who he didn't even like.

"Maybe Emory chose the wrong dates," Lux states.

It's almost as though he knows I did this on purpose to get some alone time with Barry.  Maybe it was best that we had chaperones.  I wasn't here for Barry.

"You OK?" Barry asks me.

I look over at him.  Damn he's fine and he's so caring.  Every chance he gets he's worried about how I'm doing.  I smile at him.  If this was a date I would wrap my arm around him.  I would impress him with my basketball skills and win him even more teddy bears.  I'd go on a carousel ride and right before it ended I would lean over to his horse.

And I'd kiss him.

That's what I would do if we were on a date.  But we weren't.  We were with other people.

"Your phone going again," this time coming from Barry, "Maybe you should check it..."

I wonder if he thinks it's Roxana.  It's probably the only person that makes sense to Barry that would be blowing up my phone.  I can tell he's uncomfortable with me ignoring the phone calls.  I grab my phone and hold up a finger.

"Be right back guys.  I prepaid for a horse and carriage ride.  You guys can take it while I do this call."

"This is a really small horse and carriage ride,"  D complains, "Seems like you only wanted it for two people.  Roxana and her stomach."

There was a bit of laughter there but D did have a point.  The carriage ride was small.  It was for me and Barry.  I needed to stop thinking like that.

There was no me and Barry.

And when I leave and pick up the phone I'm reminded of that.

"What's up babe?" I hear my boyfriend's phone on the voice.

"Andreas I told you not to call me."

"This thing you're doing is driving me crazy".  He explains.  "You're in Las Vegas of all places pretending to be a stripper.  How do you expect me to react to that?"

"Understanding.  I expect you to be understanding that I'm here for a reason."

"For your brother.  Huh?"

"You know that?"

"Yeah right."

"Andreas what's your problem?"

"I feel like you left me for someone else.  I feel like you out there fuckin around on me."

Our relationship wasn't the best before I had left.  Maybe a part of me knew I could have communicated more with Andreas on my downtime.  A part of me knew I could have made him feel more comfortable but just at that moment I see what is distracting me.

Barry.  He's on a horse.  They let him go on himself because the others couldn't fit.  He looks over at me and waves.  He's so happy.  I wave back.

I bite my lip.

"Uh---"

"Baby?" Andreas states.

Fuck.  I hesitated, "Nothing.  It's nothing."

"You sound weird.  What the hell was that?"

"Nothing.  Baby I'm close.  There's a guy here.  He says he knows that I'm not Emory.  I think he knows more than he is telling me.  I need to find a good time to have a private conversation with him."

And right now was just about that time when I see D getting some attention from girls.  I'm not surprised.  We'd been getting eyes from girls ever since we arrived at the fair.  It only made sense.  Four ridiculously attractive, muscular guys show up with no girls and you get hit on.  That left Lux open for a conversation.

"But is there another guy---" I hear Andreas on the phone.

I don't even have time to entertain this.

"I got to go."

I hang up the phone.

Before I know it I'm walking over to Lux.  I stand next to him.  We are both looking over at Barry who is still on the back of the horse.  In the distance I can swear I see D sticking his tongue down some girls throat while another girl is feeling up on his abs from underneath his shirt.   D moved pretty fucking fast.

"He's special, ain't he?" Lux states.

He's talking about Barry.

"You going to tell him.  You going to tell him what you told me?  About how you knew that I wasn't Emory."

"Depends..."

"On?"

"On why you're here."

"I want to know what happened to him.  Emory's my brother," I explain.

Lux gives me a look shaking his head, "Twins.  Holy shit.  This is wild."

"What's wild?  How much do you know?"

Lux pauses, "Listen I can't talk about what I know."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to be a dead man.   And if you were smart you'd have the same concerns.  You don't want to be involved with these people.  I'm trying to warn you.  You can get all of us caught up if you stay here.  Just let it go."

I pause.  I think about it.

"I can't..."

"You're an idiot."

"He's my brother," I defend myself before adding almost desperately, "Give me a name.  Please Lux.  The quicker I'm able to bring my brother's murderer to justice, the better it'll be."

Lux looks like at that moment that he's thinking about it.  He looks like he's going to tell me.  That's when something else happens though.  It's Barry.  The horse and carriage he is on comes real close and I see him jump down out of nowhere.  I'm confused on why he's running over to me.

He's trying to scream at me.  He's trying to warn me about something.

I turn and hear this car break really loudly right in the middle of the carriage.  That's when I see tinted window lower just enough to let a gun out!

A gun.

"MOVE!"  I hear Barry scream.

Barry grabs me.  He pulls me to the ground.  He pulls me out of the way just in time as the bullets shot out.  The bullets whiz pass me.  Barry has managed to get me on the ground before I am hit by a single bullet.  I'm shocked.

The car pulls off!

That's when it hits me.  Someone just tried to kill me!

"You saved me," I whisper to Barry, "You fucking saved me."

That's when I also notice something else.  I turn and notice that someone else is shot.  That person is Lux.

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