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  The Hunt for Summer

  A NSC Industries Novel

  By D H Sidebottom

  The Hunt for Summer

  Copyright © 2013

  By D H Sidebottom

  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to actual places, incidents and persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2013 D H Sidebottom

  Excerpt from Thrilling Heaven Copyright © 2013

  Table of contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Epilogue

  The most beautiful things

  in the world

  cannot be seen or even touched,

  they must be felt

  with the heart.

  Helen Keller

  Chapter 1

  Layla

  I saw him as soon as he entered the room. My footing stuttered, causing a slight slip of my sole on the cool metal.

  He dominated the room potently as soon as his heavy foot hit the floor; he always did. His aura and presence demanded each and every eye in the club, as his own eyes prowled the girls, flicking from each and every one in his quest for tonight’s entertainment.

  He was well known with the pro’s as well as enjoyed by the pro’s. As soon as he entered the club they all vied for his attention, hoping they would be the one he chose that particular night.

  The word that went around was that he knew how to please a girl, could make her scream in absolute ecstasy, but he was also known for his tendency to dominate and command. His need for total control was the reason he came in the club, knowing that some of these girls specialised in that field.

  I swung round into the dove position so I could take a better look at him. He usually glanced over at me a few times, but then he would always disappear into a private room with one of the submissive girls.

  His dirty blonde hair was mused into its usual messy style, the top of it stuck up in all directions giving him that just fucked look. His chiselled cheekbones emphasised his piercing blue eyes and his strong jaw held the usual popular stubbled beard.

  His firm body was the ultimate in heavenly sin. His wide shoulders gave a sense of authority and his slim hips and tight arse gave a girl palpitations.

  You just knew by looking at him, that naked he would be obscene and delicious, all rolled into a tight little package.

  His clothes were designer and always tailored to fit him stylishly. Every time he visited The Black Panther he was adorned in a classy and modern suit, as though he had arrived straight from the office.

  He was the essence of masculinity, the epitome of virility and the Master of fucking, but nobody seemed to know much about him, apart from the fact he went by the name of ‘Hunter’.

  He leaned his back to the bar and scanned the room again; his eyes narrow and steely as his friend leaned in and said something to him. Hunter nodded once in some sort of acknowledgement but his eyes never left the scene.

  I flexed, and finished my performance with a Rainbow Marchenko as Harry, one of my regular spectators, stepped up and slipped a twenty down my cleavage. Another younger man tucked one into the waistband of my small blue fringe skirt.

  I winked at Harry as I smiled my thanks to the other viewer. “Anytime, Willow sweetheart” Harry winked back, calling me by my professional name.

  My real name was kept secret from the club, my need for privacy was important.

  Some professionals and dancers didn’t mind the clients using their real names but I wanted my normal life to be kept separate to my professional life. I needed it that way in fact.

  “When you back darlin’?” Harry asked, interrupting my thoughts.

  “Tomorrow, Harry” I informed him as I pulled on a robe and stepped off the stage.

  He leaned in for his usual cheek kiss and I pecked his leathery skin. “You take care getting home, love” I urged him and he elbowed me gently.

  “Tough as old boots me, darlin’. No fucker getting their hands on my goods” he smirked and I shook my head in humour as I watched him hobble across the dim room.

  “Willow,” Owen shouted from the bar and I glanced over at him, “private booking, room 7” he announced with a grimace and then proceeded to mouth ‘sorry’.

  I sighed and nodded before making the short journey down the corridor to the dressing room, eager to change quickly before performing again.

  “You okay, sugar?” Misty asked as I flopped in a chair and pulled my boots off. My new six inchers were swine’s at bedding in and I flexed my toes with a moan.

  “Yeah, just tired tonight” I puffed as I pulled off my fringe skirt and replaced it with a white thong and pale pink feather mini skirt.

  “You got a private?” she asked with a frown as she pulled on her jeans, her night finished already.

  I nodded and groaned. “Yep” I answered, swapping my bra for a pale pink peasant top and pulled on some matching sheer thigh highs, tying the top bows before stepping into a pair of white five inch heels.

  “Ooh, new gear” Puss drooled as she flicked at the bows.

  “You like?” I asked, giving her a twirl and a waggle of my eyebrows. Puss nodded and beamed, her eyes studying me from top to bottom. I winked as Puss’s jaw dropped when I pulled on some pink femme fatale armbands.

  “Oh babe, you gonna share?” Puss begged.

  I chuckled as I took a gulp from a bottle of water. “Uh, uh” I shook my head slowly and blew her a kiss before making my way up to room 7.

  From what I could see in the dim room, it contained about six men and three entertainers and I sighed when I knew it was gonna get explicit.

  I really didn’t understand why men hired a private dancer when there were entertainers in the room as well. The performers never even got watched on these occasions, as they were all busy doing other things… mainly fucking.

  Flicking on the pole spot light, I placed the bottle beside the music system and selected some music.

  Thinking these men would appreciate something raunchy and fast instead of slow; I chose Kevin Rudolf ft. Flo Rida ‘You Make the Rain Fall’ and began my sequence.

  Ten minutes in and I could already make out the erotic grunts and groans across the room and I retreated into my own little world, letting myself flow with the music.

  “You strip, Willow?” a male voice came from the side of me and I flipped around the pole to talk to the person.

  My hand slipped on the metal when I saw it was Hunter and I just managed to put my foot on the ground before landing on my ass.
/>   What the hell? Why would Hunter request me when he was well known for partying with the entertainers? Surely fucking overtook the need for a dancer.

  “Sorry” I mumbled, “was in a world of my own.”

  He smiled a dirty big grin and his eyes twinkled “And here I was hoping you was gonna invite me.”

  I gave him a confused expression and he cocked his head in amusement. “Into your world” he explained and then mumbled something incoherent that I couldn’t hear.

  I just nodded, still puzzled by his statement.

  He looked amused and bit his lower lip and my eyes involuntary watched that plump lip get deliciously destroyed under his teeth.

  “You strip?” he asked again.

  I gave him an apologetic smile but nodded “Extra fifty I’m afraid and it’s topless only.”

  He sucked in a breath and his eyes darkened. “Sure, Red” he smirked as he pulled out his wallet and handed over the extra cash. I presumed the ‘Red’ endearment was a referral to my chin length bright red curls. Vampire red, I think the box said. Don’t ask!

  Smiling timidly, I placed the cash beside the bottle of water and picked Nine inch nails ‘Closer’ that was perfect for stripping to.

  Another couple of men entered the room and approached Hunter, who chatted with them as I set up and when the music started Hunter leaned back on the wall and trained his eyes on me intensely.

  I found his behaviour rather strange when there were willing women in the room, and all he wanted to do was watch me strip. But hey, after William’s cut was removed, I would end up with and extra thirty and boy, did I need the cash at the moment.

  The beat started and I whipped and spun around the pole and manoeuvred into some positions before deciding to have some fun with Hunter.

  Giving him my best seductive smile, I flicked the tie on the side of my skirt whilst tipping upside down into another pose. I nodded to him to reassure him he could touch when he seemed to hesitate as his fingers reached towards me.

  I watched his throat bob as his long fingers grasped the knot and he pulled, releasing the tie on the skirt and his eyes followed it to the floor.

  Pulling back up, I grabbed the pole in the crook of my elbows and extended a leg out to him. His jaw tightened as I cocked my head and dared him to untie the stocking tops.

  He seemed nervous for some reason, and I wasn’t sure if I found his behaviour puzzling or charming. His usual dominant demeanour appeared to have disappeared, just evaporated around us as I continued to offer my leg to him.

  His eyes held mine, an incredible depth of secrets and passion in them, as he pulled at the ribbons and released the cuff on my thighs. I maintained position, my leg straight out towards him, as I silently told him to remove the stocking.

  A couple of men had come to stand and watch and they jeered Hunter, egging him on in that boyish way only men had.

  Pointing my toes at him, I swirled my ankle until he stepped forward and grasped the tight pink hem and deliberately slow, rolled it down my leg.

  I frowned when a slight sensation pooled in the pit of my stomach and sent heat tearing through my system as his fingers softly wisped down my skin.

  I had been doing this job for four years now and had never had a reaction to a client before, especially a reaction like this.

  I stretched out my other leg and took a small inhalation to calm my nerves as I silently asked him to repeat his performance, and he instantly did my begging.

  I smirked to myself. This was a turn around. Hunter was being instructed what to do instead of the other way around and by the looks of him; he was enjoying the role reversal more than he thought he would.

  I pulled round into some arrangements before hooking my right knee around the pole and settled into the Allegra splits, each of my legs in opposite directions along the length of the pole. With my back to Hunter, I peered at him over my shoulder and wiggled my back, now encouraging him to undo the tie on the back of my top.

  His tongue poked out to wet his lips before a sinful smile lifted the corners of his mouth and he stepped closer.

  He leaned into me, his mouth at my ear as his fingers tugged on the tie behind my back. “You entertain, Willow?” he asked huskily in my ear, and I desperately swallowed back the urge to groan at his closeness.

  Jesus, this man oozed sexual energy and at the moment I was absorbing every single volt he was emitting, its intense charge lit every single nerve ending in my body and I shivered against it.

  I shook my head with apology, even though I was really tempted to give in and seize everything he was offering; take it all and take it hard.

  He clicked his tongue in disappointment before he pulled off my top, his eyes holding on my face and I was impressed that they hadn’t dropped to my chest the moment he removed my clothing.

  “Shame. Damn fucking shame, Red. Could’ve been fucking incredible. You under me, your beautiful big eyes beggin’ me for every hard thrust I drive into you” he whispered slowly in my ear.

  I inhaled sharply, as my breath stuttered and my heart rate peaked, along with my nipples.

  Jesus Christ!

  Hunter moved back to finally inspect his money’s worth.

  He gazed at my breasts, his head tipping slightly as he proper examined them, before his eyes darkened and his eyelids became heavy and hooded. He must have noticed my hard nipples and I desperately tried to hold back the groan of humiliation.

  He then slowly lifted his eyes back up to my face. His chest was heaving heavily and his top teeth sunk into his bottom lip, obviously a control technique.

  He cocked his head at me and bore straight into my soul with his intense blue eyes, as his tongue swept out to ease his bite and my eyes lowered to watch the action.

  A forbidden image of what else he could do with that tongue popped into my head and I gasped faintly at the lust that surged through me.

  As I lifted my eyes back to his, a cocky smile lit his face as though he had just read my mind and then he turned and left.

  Chapter 2

  Lucas

  I took a second long cold shower of the day, groaning as I worked myself under the steady stream, images of Willow in my mind as I jerked off frantically.

  I couldn’t seem to shake this damn arousal. Never before had a woman affected me as Willow currently was. She seemed to have crept under my skin, worked her way into my blood stream and I couldn’t rid myself of what the visions of her tight little ass and pert breasts were doing to my dick. I had been constantly hard since I watched her spin the pole.

  I palmed the wall and grunted deeply as my load shot onto the tiles, the thick cream slowly dripping down the soft blue ceramic. I remained under the water, my forehead resting against the cool tiles, knowing the half-hearted climax wouldn’t bate my need for long.

  I wanted her, Hell! I fucking needed her. Needed to manipulate that luscious little body, to grab a handful of that fucking soft hot red hair of her’s, and watch her beautiful face as I drove my dick down her elegant throat.

  “Fuck this, Lucas!” I declared as I flung open the shower door and grabbed a towel, tying it round my hips as I entered the bedroom.

  I halted immediately. “What the Hell, Jess?” I growled.

  The naked woman just smiled slyly at me from my bed and I rolled my eyes “When are you gonna stop doing this?” I asked as she pouted and patted the bed beside her.

  I looked over Jess’s body; there was no denying she was fit and supple, but it now did nothing for me after seeing Willow’s beauty, with that delectable firm body and those tits. Fuck, those firm but supple tits.

  The soft pink plumpness of her nipples cried out for the attention of my favourite clamps. My cock roared to life again when I pictured her writhing in ecstasy as I gently tightened them.

  I frowned deeply. What the hell was wrong with me? I could get whichever woman I wanted, Jessica being no exception. So why was I pining, like a damn hormonal teenager, for a fucking pole dancer at th
e Panther?

  The disappointment that had raged through me last night when she declined my request at entertainment had been a shock.

  Usually I would have just moved on to another primed bitch, but nobody had seemed to capture my attention after witnessing Willow flex around that fucking pole, her pale freckled, lithe little body directing each of her moves with ease.

  Christ she was hot!

  Jess was beginning to annoy me, constantly bombarding me with visits and phone calls and I glowered at her as I picked up her clothes from the floor and threw them at her. “Get out!” I ordered a bit too harshly and she blinked at me.

  “W...wh...what?” she stuttered.

  My fury rose suddenly and I clenched my fists against the urge to physically remove her from the apartment with force. “I. Said. Get. Out!” I snarled at her slow enough for her to understand. I looked away when hurt covered her pouty face. “You can’t keep doing this Jess. It’s over between us” I said as I dropped the towel and pulled on some jeans, not bothering with shorts.

  She jumped off the bed, and hurried across the room to me. “Lucas, please” she pleaded as she rested a hand on my forearm.

  I sighed and pulled away. “No, Jess. I don’t want this anymore. Go home” I told her callously.

  “But…” she persisted and I ground my teeth, now getting really annoyed with her.

  For Christ’s sake, didn’t the stupid woman ever listen?

  “For fucks sake, don’t get needy. You knew we were just fucking Jess, don’t embarrass yourself.”