Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Blog Tour ~ Rapture Series by Megan D. Martin ~ Excerpt + Giveaways!

I didn’t plan to become a stripper who performs live sex shows.  But that’s what happened. It’s what I do, and I’m good at it.  I was going to go on and do something with my life. I was going to be something more than just a piece of ass. But that’s not how it worked it out.  

Men don’t control me. Not anymore. Not until my best friend left and hecame into my life.

I don’t want lose myself and drown in another man. But I’m afraid it’s already too late.

**This book is intended for mature audiences only due to graphic depictions of sex and bad language.**


At eleven p.m. I stood center stage, my turquoise, jeweled outfit glittering against my tan skin. Men and women alike stared hungrily at me only feet away from the elevated stage. I knew what they were seeing. I’d been in this business long enough to know what image I portrayed. I was the mythical mermaid, with aqua hair. My body was perfect. No one could deny that. I was curvy, not some stick figure like a lot of the girls who took their clothes off for money. My thighs were thick, but toned. My stomach was flat, an aqua blue ring hung from my belly button matching my waist length hair. A half sleeve of tattoos covered my left arm, the bright colors swirling around my bicep. The top I wore pushed the thick globes of my fake breasts together. My permanently hard nipples pressed at the bejeweled fabric. Glittering strands hung down from beneath my top and brushed against the exposed flesh of my stomach. The skirt I wore was knee length, and glittered as brightly as my top, concealing the sparkling g-string beneath.

I’d stood here before a crowd of hungry patrons hundreds of times, but I knew it would never get old. Victor’s face niggled at my brain.  Disappointment in missing my best friend swamped me, but I didn’t let it consume me. I pushed it aside. I was the Jewel of the sea; losing my Poseidon wouldn’t change anything. I would get through this dance with the so-called Ripper and call Luke Masterson tomorrow, the owner of Rapture.  The millionaire would have a few choice words for Jimmy.

The electronica pop music kicked in and I jerked my hips to the side in a quick motion, before bringing them full circle and running my hands through my hair. It hung loose down my back and brushed against the top of my skirt. The crowd hooted in front of me, and a man yelled out something lewd that I ignored. The thrum of the beat picked up and I turned my body around in a fluid movement giving the crowd a view of my thick backside covered in the tight skirt. Groans from the crowd followed. I shook my ass, holding my arms above my head. The music built in cadence picking up with each second, spiraling through me like an orgasm.

*Yes!* Pink and blue hues of florescent light flickered across my skin. The cheers from the crowd started to fade away as I let *instinct *take over.  At least that’s what I called it. There was something about music that just sucked me in, pulled me down into its suffocating depths and made me its own, where I focused on nothing but that hot pulsing beat as it shattered around me.

When the tempo dropped my body did as well as I bent at the knees, my back arching like I was going under a limbo bar on the lowest level. I tilted my head back knowing full well I was giving the crowd an enticing view of my cleavage. Touching my hand to my mouth, I blew them a kiss from my bubblegum pink lips.

On the next thunder of music I was standing up writhing my body away from the crowd to the massive clear bowl at center stage. It was about six months into my gig dancing at Rapture that someone came up with the glass bowl idea. I was Rapture’s Jewel of the sea, so naturally I should writhe in a giant glittering bowl of baby oil.

I climbed to the top of the clear steps and walked into the bowl. My feet sank into the oil. The silky touch of the liquid comforted me. I twirled around the pole in the center just as more oil fell from a spout above, to shower my chest and below in its glistening substance. The actual container only had a few inches of oil in the bottom. It would be half-way full by the time I finished. I shed my skirt slowly, letting it slide off my
slickening thighs. The spout coated me in the warm oil and I gave myself over, letting the music own my body. The thick beat thrummed through my veins. It engulfed me completely, like meeting a long lost lover after years apart, ravaging me from the inside out until I was nothing but slick writhing cells.

I didn’t come back to myself until the music started to ebb, signaling the end of my dance. This was usually when Victor came out to join me, entering from stage left. He would be shirtless, wearing pants that matched my outfit with a gold pitchfork in his hand, like Poseidon the Greek god of the sea. The idea behind the whole scene was that I was some precious jewel Poseidon had discovered on the bed of the ocean floor, and now he had come to ravish me. Tonight I didn’t know what to expect.

“I let you walk away, Julia. I let you go, but I can still take you back if I want.”

Four months ago I ran away. I left him behind. The man who stalked me, took control of my body, and claimed he loved me.

Now he’s returned. Like dripping razor blades, he has slashed his way back into my life. But everything is different. 

He doesn’t want me anymore.

I expected him to come back, to be sorry. I even planned to forgive him. I should have known that he would discard me like everyone else in my life. But I’m going to change that.

My billionaire stalker has come to say goodbye…only this time I plan to keep him.


I rolled my eyes and followed her. The couple was making their way through the ballroom to a roped-off area in the center of the room. A glass table covered in sparkling jewels lay in the center of the roped-off area. I raised my eyebrows. *Is this for real? *It seemed like a play-room for a Disney princess. Not a place where two people were going to fuck.

“Come on!” Elaine snatched my hand and pulled me forward right next to the rope, not caring that she was shoving people out of the way.

People all around us were whispering about what was going to happen. “Are

they really going to have sex?”

“Do you think he’ll be rough?”

“Will it be as hot as their stage dances?”

The couple finally came into view and I nearly laughed at the sight of them. They were as ridiculous—more so, even—as the bejeweled table they were going to fuck on. The guy held a gold trident in one hand. Blue shimmery pants covered his legs and he didn’t wear a shirt. His free hand was clasped around the slender fingers of a woman with azure colored hair that hung to her waist. A dress with gems of all different shades of blue wrapped around her tight, curvy body, dipping low between two thick breasts and split high up one tanned thigh.

I wanted to laugh at the ridiculousness of her outfit, but I found my mouth gaping at the sight of her. I had never seen someone with a body quite like that. She seemed to be round in all the right places. Her tits threatening to burst through the top, her ass thick, pressing hard at the seams of her dress. Her skin was a perfect tan contrast to her light blue hair and sparkling gems that seemed to be painted on her form. A colorful half-sleeve of tattoos decorated one of her arms. My cock awoke in my pants. *The fuck? *

The Poseidon guy leaned in and whispered something in her ear. She glanced up at him and flashed a quick, nervous smile. White teeth were revealed beneath bubblegum pink lips. A shiver ran down my body. The urge to climb over the rope and snatch her away from him bubbled beneath my skin.

*What’s going on with me? *I shook my head, but I didn’t look away from her. I couldn’t. I was trapped.

Poseidon led her to the glass surface and had her sit. Music came to life overhead. The sound was soft, simple. He reached down and slipped a clear

glass heel off her foot. I frowned. A woman like that needed to be fucked with her shoes on. But I watched him remove them. After he tossed them aside, he trailed his fingers up the inside of her silky thigh. He was only inches away from spreading her legs and revealing her pussy to the room.

My fingers started aching and I realized I’d been squeezing them into a fist. I pushed the hand into my jacket pocket and took a deep breath, easing it out slowly.

*Is her pussy shaved? As pink as her lips? *My mind raced.

Poseidon stopped inches away from her center. He didn’t push up her dress, instead he trailed his fingers back down her thigh. I fought the urge to groan as a collective sound of grunting rose around me. For the first time I pulled my gaze away and eyed the crowd. Men and women alike were focused

on the couple in the center of the room. Men with millions of dollars eyed them, hungry gazes spread across faces of all ages, young and old. Some of them even pressed at the front of their pants, no doubt trying the hide their boners.

Disgust rose in my gut and softened my partially hardened cock. This was ridiculous. *Why the fuck am I here?*

I glanced down at Elaine. She stood just in front of me, her body pressed against the velvet rope that separated us from them. I couldn’t see her face, but I imagined what it looked like. Her red lips were probably arted, her eyes wide with arousal. She always liked porn, more than I did sometimes. I leaned down to whisper in her ear, to tell her I was leaving with or without her, but a moan from the crowd killed the words in my throat.

I glanced back at the scene before me; my knees nearly buckled when I was greeted with the sight of the woman’s pert breasts. Bright pink nipples stood out against her tan skin. She ran her hands over them, squeezing, before letting them bounce free. My cock kicked in my pants, instantly coming back to life.

Poseidon, his dark hair concealing one eye, leaned in and took one nipple into his mouth. Jewel let her head fall back as if it was the best feeling in the world. I clenched my fists again. Sharp anger ripped though me.

*I don’t like this. *But I couldn’t stop watching. It was as if I was transfixed by sight of her there on the table. I was trapped by her body, by something. I didn’t know what it was, but it held me captive.

I watched him take her dress off and spread her pretty thighs. He revealed her shaved cunt, pinker, prettier than I thought it would be. I watched him suck her pussy into his mouth, then she got on her knees and took his dick between her lips. I watched all of it. My fists clenched inside my jacket pockets. Sweat beaded on my neck. The urge to jump the rope and jerk her away from him grew with each passing second. I couldn’t describe it. The feeling was like nothing I had ever experienced. And it wasn’t just that I wanted her away from him. I wanted to punch that guy over and over until he was bleeding all over the floor.

And then I would take her away. *I *would play with her little pink pussy, and after she came on my tongue over and over until her legs shook and her voice was hoarse, *then* I would fuck her.

“Please, Poseidon. Fuck me!” She was on her knees in front him, her chest heaving, her chin slick with saliva from sucking his cock. She moaned the words, but she didn’t mean them. I could tell. She was nervous; she wasn’t a woman lost in passion, but resigned to her position.

A growl escaped my lips. Only one person glanced my way at the sound. *Her. *I really saw her then, this goddess-like creature on her knees in front of a man, his hard cock pressed against her cheek. I expected to see sadness there, maybe some sort of vulnerability. But I didn’t. There was a fire burning inside those crystal blue irises. It engulfed me, sucking me in until I was lost. And then she looked away as if the last few seconds hadn’t happened at all. As if she didn’t feel the tenacious pull that I did. *Impossible. *

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Megan D. Martin is a multi-published author, mother, student and editor. In her spare time she enjoys decorating her house with strange things that do not match, playing her old school Nintendo Entertainment System, and buying fish for her many fish tanks.


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