C13 Foster Caine

This is not happening, I am about to take my princess, and my father decides to walk in. Well, he has another thing coming; he can wait until I am done here. If I have to leave her hanging, I think that this time she might just kill me.

I edge her a little closer until I can feel her wet entrance against my throbbing head. The sensation is beyond what I thought I would feel. I think I might not last as long as what I'd wish. As she grabs hold of my solid length, I swear I even grow a further inch. She slides my tip through her lips and brings me to the center of her clit. It is now officially confirmed; I am not going to last even ten minutes with this girl.

She is rubbing my head deep into her center, further and harder with each circle. I see the lust and hunger in her eyes; she wants more, so much more of me. She leans her body up on her shoulders and urges me to bring my cock closer to her mouth. She wants to taste every bit of me, but I want to be deep inside of her.

As my impatience gets the better of me, I take her hand and slide back to the entrance of her soft tight pussy. I run my tip around in circles as I threaten to enter her. She has grown even wetter than before; the sounds that her pussy makes against my cock, is nothing but music to my ears.

"My god, princess, you are so damn wet; I love it."

"Well, you are driving me insane, Mr. Caine."

"Keep saying my name like that, and I will bend you over."

"Yes, Mr. Caine."

"You asking for trouble."

"Are you going to stop talking and show me how far that can fit it?"

She need not ask me again. I know she is tight, so I won't just force it in. I gently slide two of my fingers into her; I knot and twist them around just so I can stretch her a bit. She is squirming and sliding her ass closer to the edge. She keeps to try and pull me closer and closer with her legs. I inch away and only drive my fingers deeper inside her.

"Christian, stop being such a tease; I want you."

"It's called foreplay princess, stop being so impatient; I promise I am going to give it all to you."

I throw her legs around my hips and push her back to lay flat in front of me. I can see the agony written on her face; she wants me bad, and bad is what I am going to give. I spread her legs as wide as I need. In one, two, three of an inch, I feel the edge of my head slip in."

"Oh, god, Christian."

"Hang on, princess I am not even in yet."

I edge in even deeper and deeper, but only but two inches of the way. I run my thumb over her clit and start massaging; her legs are shattering and squirming underneath. I go to move in a fraction deeper."

Then the door swings open, and I see my father standing there. "Christian, I said I wanted to speak to you."

"Yes, father."

The door slams shut, and she looks at me. "Is your father seriously for real? What a damn mood killer."

"Sorry, princess, I don't even know what he is doing here."

"It is fine, I shall be out in a few minutes, and I need to work the floor anyway."

"I really wish you did not have to. Please let me take you away from here?"

"I am not sure what you are asking for, but you better go before your father shows up in here again."

"I will see you outside then."

I slowly pull my ever so throbbing head out. I go to zip my pants up but not before I give her one last good look of what that she is going to miss out on. After adjusting myself a few times, I turn to make my leave. As I reach the door, she calls after me."

"Oh, and Mr. Caine."

"Yes, princess?"

"Six and a half."

"Hahaha."

…Cassandra POV…

That was an absolute first for me. Mr. Caine Snr walking in on me about to do the dirty with his son. Well, maybe he should knock the next time; after all, that is the purpose of a door.

But the question is, why is he really here? In all my time working at the club, he has never but once been in here before. But what gets the most is how Christian drops everything to run after his father. If we should get serious, that is something that will change.

As I am busy getting dressed again, an old familiar face steps into the dressing room. This can only spell trouble, by the big smirk on his face. I just know I am going to hear all about what is hiding behind that eyes of his.

"Hey, Cass."

"Hey, Kyle. What has got you wandering down here? Is the Queen bitch looking for me?"

"Yes, sort of. I am afraid you are going to have to gear up; you are on next."

"But it is not my time yet."

"Well, Mr. Cain Snr's presence has just moved you up. You got ten minutes."

"You got to be shitting me? Taking my clothes off for Christian is one thing, but for his father?"

"Sorry, Cass, got my orders. What routine shall it be?"

"Let's do the glass top above the tables."

This is not happening; I cannot go out there and strip for Christian's father. I grab my phone and try to phone him, but there is no answer. It looks like I am doing this whether I like to or not.

Before I get dressed, I slowly rub my body with a deep brown glittery oil. It makes your skin glow just like a late summer's day afternoon. I spray on a dash of perfume, a sweet scent of lily with just a hint of vanilla. This is not my usual, but I am sure that Christian will like it.

I slide my perky ass into a pair of soft pink lace panties. They have fluffy white edges that look like cotton candy. I tie a matching color top around my back and the length of my neck. Finally, I step into a long chiffon skirt that lays on my waist and drapes down to my feet. I slip on a pair of element matching stilettos. As Kyle steps into the dressing room, I apply one last coat of soft rose lipstick on. I give him one wink to say that I am ready.

"You look like a real princess."

…Christian POV…

My dear father so abruptly just interrupted me while I was about to take my princess. I have been dreaming of it for days now; I was so ready to bend and break her in so many ways she has never been before. She is so damn tight; it felt like she was about to eat every inch of me alive.

But there must be a reason why he is here. The sooner we get it out the way, the sooner I can put my attention where it really should be.

"Father, why are you here?"

"Came to check up on you, and god, I am glad. Do you know what a mess that would have caused? Christian Caine caught with his pants down, taking a stripper. What were you thinking, son?"

"Father, she is not a stripper. I told you she is an exotic dancer."

"She takes her clothes off, doesn't she?"

"Father, I don't care what Cassandra does for a living; I like her for who she really is, I amazing beautiful woman."

My father hesitates for a few moments and looks over to Frank next to him. If there is one horny bastard, then it is him. "I think you better tell the boy why we are here."

I watch as my father's face turns even more serious than before. "I have spoken with some of the boys, and I think it is time for me to step down."

I am completely taken aback by his comment, so much so that my words come out as a loud shout.

"What? Did I heard you right?"

"Yes, Christian, I am stepping down, which means you have just stepped up."

"But, but why could you not have told me this at home?"

Before my father can even answer me, Frank jumps in. "I thought it would be good to bring the old man out for some fun, and what better place than this one."

This has now just changed the entire ballgame. To say I am beyond happy would be a lie. This is something I have been hoping for a long time, in fact, for the better part of a year. The day has now finally come, and who better to share that with than my princess. She can stop this dancing and take her place by my side now.

But just as I am about to rise from my seat, I hear Kyle announce the next show is up. I guess my father has caused a stir, for the next dancer should only be once stage in an hour. I managed to catch the attention of Jessie to ask where Cassandra is. All that Jessie does is point to the stage, the one that is above my head.

See, there is what kind of looks like a bridge that runs from one side of the club to the other, but what makes it so special is it is made of glass, and in the center, there is a pole. Cassandra is known to give some of her best shows from above. Let us just say you get a better view of that I had myself lost in not such a long while ago.

"Fuck!"

All that Micah can do is chuckle at me as he hears me curse underneath my breath. "Man, this is just about to go pear-shaped."

"You don't need to remind me

As I see her walking on, I am struck by how much she truly looks like a princess. She waits for Kyle to start the music; she wraps her hand around the pole and swings. Her white chiffon skirt flies in the air, falling like feathers softly over her legs. She arches her back against the pole; she slowly starts to sway her hips to the song. As she moves from side to side, she starts pulling her panties down, down her legs, and over her knees until they drop to her ankles, and she steps out of it.

She twirls them around her fingers as she is looking down at me; without further hesitation, she drops them onto my lap. Without even thinking, I scrunch them in my hands and pull them closer to my face to savor every scent that is her. Lilly and vanilla, now that is a first, but I like it; it smells damn good. But there is that unmistakable scent too, the one that is still very much lingering on my fingers from before. This girl is going to be the death of me.

I watch as she loosens her top, pulling the strings one by one and letting it drop. She caresses her breasts to the point that I can see her nipples grow hard and firm. The mere sight turns my legs to jelly one again. The longer she rubs them with her thumb, I swear, the harder they become. My hard-on is now full-blown and erect, but she is not done yet. She drops her top down to me, but instead of landing on my lap, it lands on my father's face.

Pure disgust fills his face; he throws his whiskey down his throat and gets up from the table to leave. "That is it; we are out of here, Christian. Come boys; we are leaving."

I continue to sit in my seat; he comes back, walking up to me.

"Son, you are leaving; this little game is now over."

"But father..."

"No, buts Christian. You either stay here and become a washed-out playboy with a stripper or you come home and be the head of the Caine Crime Family?"