Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... worn it instead for a man she didn’t know. And the memories kept coming. How she begged him to go along with it. She had played on his heart to convince him of the inevitable. But his Daisy wasn’t that manipulative. Sure she had her ways, but she was loyal to him—faithful to him. She was a good girl, not some jezebel.

“When I saw them, I knew she had signed on board, like we all do. Aiden Keane and those green eyes, sugar. There’s no escaping it. Not even if you want to.”

“What happens? I mean when he takes them… these women.”

The beer was placed before him but he could barely touch it. He just stared at the label, watching dewdrops roll over the shamrock on the label. Andy moved in, her scent as strong as the words she whispered into his ear.

“He’s into kink. He uses them… in ways you don’t want to know. Wants to be the first to really break them, so no matter how hard they try when they’re with another guy, even their guy, they have to always think of him. Trust me sugar. It works.”

Pete closed his eyes.

“Now listen, prince. You’re a sweetheart. A cutie, too. No need sitting here pining for a woman that would allow herself to be used and abused. No need. How about we party? In fact, I got a show in another hour. Aiden owns the spot. A gentleman’s club. It’s in the rough part of Vegas though. That’s where he does his dirty dealings out of. You can enjoy the show. My show. Then…” she ran her hand down his back. “Then, you know, whatever ...

... happens—happens.”

Pete’s eyes opened, glazed over with his drunkenness, his pain. He’d never seen another woman worth betraying his Daisy for after he fell in love. Daisy’s whore-bag friend, Jessiemae, tried to fuck him many times, but he didn’t take it. He didn’t even tell Daisy. And when Jessiemae told him that Daisy had killed his baby, he knew that bitch was lying out of spite. “No thanks. I’ll pass.”

Andy rose from her chair. She got up against him. Her bubble tits pressed into his arm. “Awe, Pete, c’mon, even if you don’t want a taste. Do you really want to sit here at the bar and stare at Charlie here all day? Or would you like something else to take it off your mind?”

Pete could see the sparkle of devilment in her eyes. She had a point. He could easily drink himself numb in a tit-bar as he could in any other place. “Fine. Let’s go.”

***

Daisy emerged from the limo to a half-finished hotel. The four bottom levels had plastic tarps covering large holes where there should be windows. They flapped in the hot summer wind, sounding like many birds taking flight. Her eyes continued upward. The upper level looked finished, but it sure as hell wasn’t the restaurant she’d envisioned. Then she saw the clover and knew what the place was.

“Another Shamrock?”

Aiden put his hands on her shoulders. The touch of his hands felt almost unbearable with tenderness. She didn't like enjoying it.

“What do you think?”

“It’s a hotel? Yours?”

“Yes. You said you liked the Shamrock so ...