Chapter 1 – Sassy Lassies

Emerald eyes scanned across the club floor. He'd been on his Titan motorcycle; he went from cruising the back roads t0 a few hours later he was in downtown Houston. He had needed to get away from his ranch for a few hours and riding his Titan helped him not only relax, but helped him think more clearly.

The half naked girls hanging in the cages that were dancing and gyrating and were very beautiful, but they were not her. He wasn't accustom to coming to stripper joints but after he'd seen her walking on the sidewalk he couldn't help but let the steel frame of the all black Titan follow her down the street.

As soon as his green eyes watched her walk into the business he looked up and read the sign above the door. 'Sassy Lassies'. He closed his eyes for a split second knowing this definitely wasn't his type of establishment, but he had to find out who she was exactly. Was she a stripper? Bartender? Owners daughter? Owners wife? Janitor?

Yea even he had to chuckle at the janitor thought. There was no way a woman that beautiful was a janitor. It would be even worse if she was the owner's wife, because this 6'10" redneck was about to spoil someone's marriage and evening.

Mark could hear the music before he even walked through the doors. As soon as he went inside he stopped at the bar and grabbed a couple of long neck bottles of beer. He wouldn't be drinking too much; he didn't want to attempt driving his Titan drunk back to the ranch. He walked around a little bit before he finally picked a table and sat down.

His emerald eyes stayed wide open while waiting to see if he could see the girl anywhere. The lights cut out as a spotlight flicked on as a slow guitar vibrated through the speakers.

And there she was…

She walked out from behind the curtain light an angel dressed in blue. She had on a black and royal blue corset that pushed her voluptuous breasts to the top along with matching shorts with black fishnet stockings on and royal blue pep toe heels; the heels looked about 4 to 5 inches tall. Her black waist length hair was full of big curls that framed her face and body. What really got his attention was her big blue eyes. They were ocean blue and sparkled when the spotlight hit them just right.

He watched as she swung her body around the pole in the middle of the stage; even with 4 or 5 inch heels on she had damn good balance. He literally couldn't take his eyes off of the way she moved her body to the music. She placed her back against the pole as she slid down it before pushing back up.

His emerald eyes took in every move she made. He couldn't believe someone as beautiful as she was; was in a strip joint. But he had to admit as far as strip joints went this one was cleaner than most. He'd been to a few and usually the girls dancing were addicted to drugs and just standing on the floor made him want a shower, but this one seemed fairly clean. The girls were actually beautiful and didn't have track marks on their arms from shooting up.

Once she finished, he noticed one thing. She never took her clothes off. What kinds of strip joint was this exactly?

He looked around the people that were around once more and saw the gentleman in the 3 piece suit sitting in a booth by himself with a laptop; nursing a drink and smoking a cigar. He pushed himself out of his chair and walked over. "Should I assume you are the owner of this establishment?" His deep southern accent inquired.

The gentleman looked the tall man up and down. Jesus Christ he was a big fucker. "Yes sir you assume correct. Can I help you with something?" He asked in return.

He gripped his belt as he stood straight up. He cocked his head towards the stage area. "The raven haired beauty that was just on the pole; how much for a private dance?"

The owner sucked on the end of his cigar as if he was contemplating price. "100 bucks gets you a lap dance in a booth out here. 300 will get you a private room with restrictions. 500 will get you the room with half the restrictions. 700 will get get her topless. And 1000 will get you whatever you want Mr.,,," Prompting the gentleman for a name.

"Calaway, Mr. Calaway." He reached over and shook the mans outstretched hand.

"Good to meet you Mr. Calaway; Anthony Zeiter owner of the Sassy Lassies establishment." He sucked on his cigar again before blowing smoke out. "So what is it going to be sir?"

Mark pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and handed the owner a wad of cash. "You tell me." Mark demanded.

Anthony counted the money. "Looks like you're an anything goes kind of man. Good choice; on both counts. Kat very rarely disappoints her customers." Anthony picked up the phone mounted on the wall in the booth as he hit a button. "Kat to Mr. Zeiters booth please." Rang out over the intercom in the building.

Emerald eyes watched as the girl in question pushed between the two swinging doors at the back of the room as she walked over to the booth. She smiled softly at both gentleman.

"Yes Mr. Zeiter?" Kat asked softly as her eyes went to the tall man standing next to the booth. He was in black jeans, black boots and a black button up shirt that was clearly made sleeveless on purpose because of how big his arms were. He was covered in tattoos from wrist to shoulder on both arms. He definitely had some serious love for ink. He had a black bandana tied around his head as well holding back his hair, but she couldn't exactly tell how long it was since she'd not seen him from the back.

Anthony stood from the booth as he took her hand and kissed the back of it. "Kat, Mr. Calaway has requested a private session with you. You be sure to not only mind your manners but show him a very good time."

"Yes sir." Kat held out her hand as the large man took her hand."Come with me Mr. Calaway."

Mark smirked. "Darlin' you don't have to call me Mr. Calaway. Hell in that outfit you can call me whatever you want."

Kat returned his smirk. "Okay, follow me big daddy."

Mark watched as the little bit of a girl proceeded to pull him behind her. Se was damn near a foot short than he was even with those heels on, and he couldn't keep his eyes off of her shapely ass as he continued to let her lead him around.

Kat had seen this behemoth walk through the door of Sassy Lassies. Technically she had seen him when she walked out of the book store down the street. They first locked eyes then and she was only too happy to hear his motorcycle rev a couple of times as he followed her; even more excited when she went out to do her dance and could FEEL his eyes devouring her whole.

She had never seen a man quite that large before. Sure there were big guys around like the bouncer Chuck, but no one was as big as this guy. And that deep southern voice of his was enough to melt the clothes off her body.

She walked them between the swinging doors in the back of the room and then down the hallway to a private room as she opened the door and allowed him to walk in first as she made sure the door closed and locked so they were disturbed.

She watched as he stood in the middle of the room with his hands on his hips as she walked over and stood in front of him. "What would you like first big daddy?" She flashed a smirk and winked up at him. She practically had to crane her neck to look up at him.

Mark was not much for watching strippers. It never really did anything for him. "Well rule number one, keep your clothes on." He watched as her eyes widened a little. "I know it's an odd request, but just having your company is going to officially make my night."

"You do realize you paid a whole lot of money for an anything goes time right?" Kat asked. She wanted to make sure he really understood the anything goes rules, mostly because there were no rules. He could ask for 15 blow jobs and she would give him every single one. Hell as good looking as he was she wouldn't have even charged him, but Anthony sure as hell would.

Mark nodded. "I understand but believe me when I tell you it's not about you sucking my dick or me getting pussy. I can get pussy when I'm on the road for my job. For tonight I want to enjoy your dancing and your company."

Kat stood directly in front of him as her small hands came up and touched his massive chest before running them down to his waist as she slowly guided him back towards the plush red leather bench that lined all the walls in the room; except the wall with the door. "So if I'm not taking my clothes off and it's not about sex, what would you like?"

Mark looked down the length of her body. "Well for starters ditch the heels, they don't look comfortable at all." He watched as she kicked them off behind her and stood in her fishnet stocking feet her face was just about even with his chest now. "Much better." He felt her hands go to his hips as she once more guided him to sit down.

"You might as well be comfortable too." Once he was seated she walked over and opened the cabinet and just put some soft music on before she walked over and stood on the plush red leather footstool there was also a swing hanging from the ceiling above it. Kat backed into the swing as she sat staring at the huge man. "So are you playing 20 questions with me or is this a silent enjoyment?" She asked.

Mark liked her spunk. "20 questions…sure…What's your full name darlin'?"

"Katherine Marie Castle. Should I ask your first name or will big daddy work for the rest of the night?" She asked.

Mark chuckled she did have spunk. "No you can call me Mark if you'd like. Did you always want to be a stripper?"

It was Kat's turn to laugh. "They always ask that." She shook her head. "No I only do this during the summer break and the fall break to help pay bills. September thru May I actually teach kindergarten. With it being fall break I can use the extra cash for Christmas."

"I sure as hell don't remember my kindergarten teacher looking anything like you when I was in school." Mark stated honestly and watched as she laughed again. "It's your turn darlin'." He gently reminded her.

"You said you can get pussy when your on the road for your job, what is it you do exactly? And please don't tell me you're a traveling serial killer." Kat joked.

Mark shook his head. "No darlin' I couldn't harm a hair on anyone's head unless they did something stupid like hurt someone in my family. I'm a professional wrestler. I'm employed with the World Wrestling Federation."

Mark smirked, "How personal can these questioned be?"

Kat sighed heavily. "This is your dime; you can pick how personal the questions get. I will answer anything you ask me truthfully."

"So your breasts…" Mark started.

"What about them?" Kat asked as she looked down at her boobs which were practically synched up to her chin because of the corset she was wearing.

"Are they real or fake?" Mark asked honestly.

Kat couldn't help laughing. "They are real."

Mark's eyes widened slightly. "Really?"

She couldn't help laughing once more. "Nope they are very real. I've never had surgery before; unless you count wisdom teeth removal."

Mark looked at her skeptically. "I don't know; those look pretty perky to be real." He stated.

"Would you like to see proof?" Kat asked in a cheeky tone.

"I thought you were just going to keep me company?" Mark asked.

"I would like to make a believer out of you. I don't lie, but if you need proof I can provide it." Kat smirked.

Mark chuckled deeply. "Maybe another time." He took a deep breath and held it to take control over his body. He was 3 seconds from taking her up on her offer to prove her boobs were real; if curiosity killed the cat – he would've been dead already because something inside him kept wondering exactly how she was going to prove her boobs were real.

"It's your turn darlin'." Mark reminded her.

Kat sucked her bottom lip between her teeth as her eyes took in his sitting form. "So how tall are you exactly?" She finally asked. Kat watched as Mark took up to his full height. Damn he was sexy as hell. She wondered if he knew that.

"6'10" and 325 pounds of full blooded redneck ma'am." Mark stated before he sat back down. "How tall might you be darlin'?"

"5'9" Kat answered. "I'm taller than most women, but definitely shorter than you." She laughed softly. "How long is your hair?" She questioned.

Mark stood up again as he turned around and picked up his braided hair and waved it. "Not too short too make me look like a pretty boy, but long enough to make me look like a bad ass. It does tend to look longer when it's not braided." Mark turned back around as he pointed to her. "Is all that hair yours or extensions?"

Kat looked down at his black jean covered ass; now that was a swing she would've loved to have in her back yard. When he walked into the club she'd seen the way he sauntered around the club almost as if he owned the joint. Her eyes snapped back up as she smirked. "Oh it's all mine; but what do you know about hair extensions?" She asked curiously.

"A lot of the women wrestlers in the company use hair extensions; either for different hair styles or just to make their hair appear longer than it really is. I don't understand how they think they are fooling everyone. Their hair was shoulder length on Friday and by Monday their hair is down to their asses. Then they have to figure out how to strengthen their neck muscles so they can hold up their new 8 pounds of added hair." Mark chuckled.

Kat couldn't help laughing at Mark's analogy of hair extensions and the female wrestlers; not only was the man hot but he had a sense of humor too? Where had this man been her whole life? Too bad she probably wouldn't see him again after tonight. She was definitely going to just enjoy the night to the fullest for as long as it lasted.

Once Mark had decided his time was over he actually stood and kissed Kat's cheek. "I'll be seeing you around darlin'."

"Anytime big daddy." Kat laughed when Mark turned back and looked at her and chuckled. She watched as he walked out of her life. She could only hope that she did see him again.

Around 3 a.m. Kat finished her shift and changed back into her jeans, red sneakers and a red form fitting t-shirt. She pulled her hair up into a ponytail to keep it out of her face as she slung her back pack over her shoulder and made her way through the club saying her 'good nights' to everyone.

Kat pushed the door open and exited the club and her head snapped up when someone wolf whistled at her. She couldn't stop the smirk from appearing on her face. "Are you stalking me, Mr. Calaway?" She asked in a cheeky tone.

Mark was sitting sideways on the seat of his Titan, his long legs were stretched out in front of him with his right boot covered foot kicked over his left. His emerald eyes watched as Kat walked closer to him as he stood up. "Stalking is illegal darlin'. I figured I'd stick around and see if you were hungry; maybe you'd like to get a bite to eat."

"So not only are you smart and sexy but you're also a mind reader. I'm famished." Kat stated honestly. "I could seriously eat a half of a cow."

Mark chuckled as he stood up and got inside of his saddle bags and pulled out a black sweatshirt that he pulled over his head and then pulled out a second one and handed it to her. "Here put this on, the bike tends to pick up a good wind chill factor and I know the perfect place to get a half of a cow cooked just the way you want it." He took her backpack and placed it inside the saddle bag before he slipped onto the large bike and fired it up.

Kat watched as he leaned over each side and put the foot rests down for her and then held out his hand. She slipped the sweatshirt on and was suddenly in heaven with the leather and cologne scent that was coming off of it. She bounced over and took his hand as she stepped on the back of the bike and secured her arms around the monstrous sized man.

This was definitely going to be a nice she would NEVER forget.