Page 6 of Reckless Abandon
“Vaughn. Vaughn Haley,” she chuckled and closed the door behind me.
On the drive back to my place, I couldn’t help but to keep from running her name through my head. Vaughn Haley. Something unique and strangely familiar about that name. She didn’t have a ring on her finger so that was a good thing. I was happy as fuck to find out she wasn’t Vanessa’s girlfriend. I hadn’t seen her around the club before so I didn’t think she was a dancer. “Vaughn Haley,” I repeated out loud. “Fuck that does sound like a stripper name.” I really hoped she wasn’t one of the girls. Dating strippers is one of my hard limits.
As I pulled into my driveway, my cell phone alarm started going off. “Awesome. Time to wake up and I haven’t even gone to bed yet.” Spending the evening meeting Vaughn, even though we never actually spoke, may just have been worth feeling like shit all day.
Once inside, I grabbed an energy drink from the fridge. Yeah, that stuff’s bad for me but it still tastes better than coffee. Figuring out how much time I had before I needed to leave for the airport, I decided to go on a quick run to clear my head from the previous night’s festivities. My ten-year-old English bulldog, Cheech, was sprawled out on my loveseat, snoring away. I got crap for his name every time I introduced him to someone new, but that dog has been with me since I was a college stoner math whiz. Those days were long behind me, for the most part, but this old beast is still with me.
By the time I got home from my run, I had just enough time to enjoy a hot shower, grab my stuff and hit the road. Again. Oh, the life of a professional poker player. Most of what I do is here in Las Vegas, but there are some high dollar tournaments all over the world. This week it was Atlantic City, New Jersey.
During my shower, I couldn’t help but think about Vaughn. She was one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen. There was something more innocent about her than most of the girls I'd met, especially the ones that party all night with strippers.
I thought about the way she danced with her face pressed into Vanessa’s full chest and my dick instantly went hard. There was no way I could be on a plane for the next five hours with a raging hard-on. Her perfect tits bouncing up down in that nearly see-through dress swam before my vision as I started to run my hand up and down my shaft. It wasn’t going to take me long to cum. My dick had been hard since the moment I laid eyes on Vaughn earlier that evening. I felt my balls tighten and they were quickly ready to explode. I closed my eyes and saw her sweet, sexy smile as I carried her to my truck. That right there, that image, sent me right over the edge. My cum ran over my fist as I let the memory of her beauty take over my release.
“Time to go make some money, baby,” I said as I got myself out of the shower and ready to leave.