"Sometimes family can hold you down, and when you need them to lift you up, their ghost." Lix Stone

What the fuck was he supposed to do with the fact that his baby brother wanted to know who his father was?

What did ToTo expect, a happy reunion with some dude that moved on with their life, probably had a nice family of their own now, and never thought another second about their mother and the nut they left up in her.

Hell, he never once cared to find out who his father was. Fuck him!

When he was stressed the hell out, he wanted to fuck.

He headed to Sextacy II.

The night after his sister was murdered and he was in the club with titties in his face while his dancers serenaded him. All he wanted was asses in his face and a strong drink in his hand. Get him riled up enough so he could go home to his wife and give her the night of her life.

It was his idea to not have sex outside of their marriage. After over thirty years together and him having permission to have playtime with other ladies, that was all over. But it was very tempting to stray.

Every fucking woman he saw was more beautiful than the last. How did his little club have the best ladies in town? It was his reputation as a Bonafide money maker, he always treated the ladies well. Guaranteed to make at least ten stacks every night, and that was just for starters. It went even higher if they built their clientele up.

All the ladies, the beautiful, sexy ladies. How could he choose?

Virgin-Maria was new and young, only twenty-three. Despite her stage name, she was far from a virgin. But she would make pretend it was her first time for the right price. A hot-tempered Mexican, she reminded him of a young Rosaline. He had yet to taste her goodies.

Lexie Diamond was a fan favorite at Sextacy 2. She had been dancing at Sextacy 2 since they first opened their doors years ago. She was a vet on the stage and unlike others that grew in fame and moved to the bigger, landmark of Sextacy, Lexie remained at Two to stay loyal, and not run to Sextacy for the top ballers. Body built by her money. Facecard never declined. Tatted up everywhere, from the neck down. Sucking dick her claim to fame.

Roxie Frost also a vet, flexible, went for top dollar, so she needed to keep her clients happy. She was not working the stage anymore, but she still cleaned the house working the floor, and the backrooms. She was the fantasy, men wanted to pretend she was their wife. They lavished her with trips all around the world. To her, they were her many boyfriends and there was nothing wrong with reaping the rewards of rich men.

P-Lite, shortened from Pussy Delight, was a superstar in the making and needed to headline at Sextacy with the number of men she could bring. He was not in the business anymore, but if it was up to him, P-Lite would be at the headlining location working every night to bring in the dollars for business. Body made for dancing, she was the best at Two hands down. But sometimes dancing better than the next did not mean you were the top biller.

P-Lite was a gorgeous vixen, and when he hired her years ago it was as a favor to another one of his girls, Ms. Mystical. R.I.P. to his son's mother, but she was the reason why he could not trust these women anymore. Fuck them and leave them, and go back to his wife.

Minx, one of his favorites, was fine as ever at thirty-three and married with two kids at home. Her husband gave two fucks what she did in the back rooms long as the money kept coming to pay for their mansion in Ladue. She wore a mask when she danced to hide her identity because her husband was a big deal in St. Louis.

"Oh come on Lix, show me why they call you Lix...again and again." Minx purred with her sexy ass, while she hovered over his lap. It did not take ex-ray vision to see how hard he was, ready for play.

He could barely hear his thoughts over the loud, pulsating music, but Minx was damn near skin-to-skin with him while she gave him a dance. The way she moved her ass over his dick he thought he would bust one too prematurely like his baby brother's first time getting head.

Oh, the hell with it!

He made the rules, he could break the rules. He needed some good head. Giving and getting, he was not stingy with it.

"Meet me in the Satin Room."

That was where things went down. Several private rooms were made up to look like anyone's bedroom at home. Well, if their bedroom included sex toys, whips, chains, handcuffs, and every lubricant imaginable, and cameras set up to film it all, then yes. Typically the room was reserved for the heavy ballers. The ones that could drop a hundred G with no sweat. The other rooms were only five grand to reserve and just included a bed, plus the customer paid for special gifts as he pleased.

He did not sell sex. He was not a pimp. A few of his customers felt obligated to gift the ladies, and men that they enjoyed.

"Damn Lix, I've missed you so much." Minx could not wait to get her hands all over him. At fifty, his body was in better shape than half the men his age. Since he was retired, all he did now was box, swim, and eat right. He had to take care of his body, it was the only one he would have.

"I just wanna eat, if you don't mind."

This was not a date. This was not courting. He wanted to handle his business and get on his way. He lay Minx back in the bed, glad she was in near nothing and he did not have to bother with clothes.

He planted his face right between her thighs as he held them apart. Like a man having his first meal after famine, he tore into her and ate her pussy so good and left no crumbs. All she could do was scream in pleasure, as she tried to run away from his tongue. Pussy tasted like water. Kept it clean, waxed bald, stayed hydrated, kept up with checkups, and peed after sex to wash out bacteria.

He wanted to take her pussy and save some for later, like the candy...have some now, and save some for later.

As a gynecologist looking at pussy all day, it fascinated him, the power of the pussy. The smell, the taste, the feel of it when he was inside. How women could use their pussy power to get what they wanted. How men would fall into pussy and pay the highest price. If a woman played her pussy card right, the world was hers.

He was addicted to pussy.

One was not enough.

"Send P-Lite in," he said when Minx could not take it anymore. Or he just needed new pussy.

Another should do the trick.

P-Lite was damn near perfection, pussy taste like sweet nectar. She was vegan, mainly eating all the right things to get the pussy to taste like candy. Ladies, eat pineapple, oranges, and grapefruit. She knew the deal, she would eat that on days she needed to perform. Men lined up to taste her cotton candy-tasting pussy.

It was good to the last drop.

"Lix, you're the best!" She grabbed his head, keeping him down there.

Though she was tasty, he wanted to taste the rainbow.

"Go see if Roxie Frost has time for me." He wiped at his mouth, licking her juices from his fingers.

In walked Roxie. He did not think he wanted to get a taste of her tonight, yet, here he was, hungry.

"Oooo, Lix, I hear you are in here doing your thing! All the ladies talking about you right now and wondering when is their turn."

He grinned, proud the ladies wanted a go. He wondered how many licks would it take before he was satisfied.

Roxie tasted a little sour, but not in a bad way. It was perfectly normal. She kept up with her hygiene and check-ups, just that all pussy had a different taste. He liked them all.

After Roxie he dined on Lexie Diamond, licking her pussy down to her ass crack, she tasted sweet and salty at the same time. Her thick thighs and big, round ass could tantalize any man.

"Damn Lix, I love you!" Lexie loved every man that licked her right. He was used to some of his ladies professing their love to him, and he loved them all too, just in a different way.

He was not done for the night, in sashayed his little treat, Virgin Maria. New pussy to him, he had yet to indulge.

"I heard you were the best of the best." Maria smiled, dressed in nothing but a g-string and pasties over her nipples. He wanted to break her ass in two.

He only growled at her and motioned for her to get on the bed. At this point, the pussy had taken over, and maybe he had a hangover from it, but he had to get this last one in.

Maria tastes like vanilla like she put something down there to make an artificial flavor.

He stopped and looked up at her.

"The fuck you doing down here?"

"Huh?"

"You spray some shit down here?" He wiped his mouth. "Un-unh baby girl, we don't do that here. All natural pussy."

"Uh...I'm sorry." She closed her legs.

"Naw, I'm still going to eat it, just don't ever do that shit again." He spread her legs apart and dove right back in with his tongue.

He was not a practicing doctor right now, but his doctor cape was always one. The pussy was a natural self-cleaning device. No need to stick scented douches, soaps, or sprays up there. If there was a foul smell, get it checked out and treated. Wash it and take care of it correctly and there would be a smell, but it should never stink.

Once he had enough pussy to eat, he washed up in the bathroom, left twenty thousand for the ladies to split, and headed home.

Rosaline was sitting in his rocking chair beside their bed holding Prince, they both were fast asleep. Now he felt bad he was out indulging in something he said they would not do again.

He picked Prince up in his arms and carried him off to his bedroom and tucked him in. His little man was not ready for this cruel world. He would protect him from the world for as long as he could, then teach him how to survive. His girls were doing so well with their lives, in twenty years, Prince would set the world ablaze.

It had been a long stressful twenty-four hours. Another family member gone. His brother came to him with his request. What else could happen to him?

When he went back to his room, Rosaline was not naked as he suspected, but getting dressed in a long, fitted black dress. She looked sexy as hell, her dark hair a little messy and half covering her face. He walked up behind her and put his arms around her.

"I don't know why you got dressed when I'm just going to rip this off."

He was not expecting her to angrily push him away. "Hell no! You come in here smelling like pussy and think you're going to get some pussy from me?"

Rosaline had never rejected him, ever, even after he fucked ten bitches in one night. He was perplexed by her behavior.

"Babe-"

"Don't fucking babe me!" she yelled at him. "I can't fuck around and get pussy but you can? Oh, but trap my ass at home to watch your bastard child, that's all I'm good for."

He had no idea where this was coming from. Rosaline never spoke ill of his son before.

"Fuck you! And fuck him! And I'm leaving." She slipped on her five-inch heels and ran her fingers through her hair as he watched in disbelief.

He had seen Rosaline mad before, but this was something else. They rarely had fights. Was she going to leave him? All because he ate a little pussy, even though he told her they would stop having outside relations.

Damn, he answered his question.

A/N: I do research guys. I wanted to know all the flavors and what Lix may be experiencing. I mean, how many more licks does it take for Lix to be satisfied? One will never know.

And just like before, the strippers introduced here may or may not have a bigger part of the storyline.