And they don’t just throw around bills with Washington’s face on it.
The bar is crowded as I slip behind it and pull a bottle of Patron from the top shelf and fill a shot glass. I slam back three shots, back to back.
“Girl, you brought the fuckin’ fire tonight!” Tierney calls out as she stops next to me, grabbing the bottle from me. “I’m surprised you didn’t slip in their drool on the stage.”
I chuckle lightly. “They seemed pretty into it.”
“Shit, so did you.” She whistles. “What took you so long back there, anyway?”
Her questions are a waste of time and she knows it. She doesn’t know my story, but she knows I’m fucked up.
I know she hears me at home some nights when I’m alone and locked away in my room or the shower.
So, I lie anyway. “I couldn’t find my mascara. Found it at Desiree’s fucking spot.”
She raises an eyebrow but doesn’t question my lie and throws back the tequila.
“You ready to do this shit?” She smirks, grabbing onto my arm.
I link my arm in hers and give her a wink. “Let’s do it.”
With our arms together and titties bouncing, we strut into the crowd like we own the fucking place. Our hips bump into each other as we rub up against some of the men crowded around the stage.
Two sharp-dressed men step out in front of us. They’re both old enough to be either of our fathers and I’m sure they left their wives at home for the night.
It doesn’t faze me.
Money is money and a dick is just a dick.
“Good evening, gentlemen,” Tierney croons, pulling me flush up against her side.
“To what do we owe the pleasure?” I smile, dragging my finger down the one man’s tie.
“After that little show you gave us, you owe us more than a tease like that.” The man’s eyes are dark, and his face is hard as his hand roughly cups my breast.
Suddenly, the man is ripped away and Xavier, one of the bouncers, looms over us. His blue eyes search mine, quickly scanning over my body for any marks before glaring down at the man he’s holding.
“Touching the dancers is not allowed on the main floor,” he snarls.
“Get your fucking hands off of me,” the man demands as he tries to shake Xavier’s hand from his arm.
“You know where the door is at or you need me to show you?” Xavier releases him with a shove and raises an eyebrow as the man scurries off into the crowd. Xavier is massive and he’s tall enough to see across the room.
He waits until the man leaves before turning to me. “Are you okay?”
“Sure,” I say distractedly as I spot Tierney laughing with another guy. “I’m good.” I smile at Xavier and he gives me a curt nod. Ever since I’ve started here, he’s always had my back.
He tips his head to the side, pressing on the piece hidden in his ear as he listens over the loud music. His eyes meet mine as he listens and nods again with a small frown.
“Vincent,” he grimaces. “You’ve been requested in the VIP section.”
I give him a small smile as my stomach somersaults. Xavier knows what happens in those rooms and where he hates it, I love it.
As long as the money keeps flowing, I’ll keep walking back to the VIP area with my head held high.
It doesn’t matter if the dick isn’t good, I know enough ways to get myself off.
“Thanks, man.” I smile, patting his shoulder and scoot past him. I grab another shot to tame my nerves before walking down the dark hall.
I’m not nervous, I’m itching to get back there. There’s a mysterious forbidden element to it and the thrill alone is enough to soak my panties.
At the end of the hall, there’s a doorway that leads to another hallway, running in the opposite direction with six rooms lining the walls. Outside of each doorway, a personal armoire sits beside the door.
Turning down the left side, I walk to the very last room. The black door is painted with a textured look of lace and a big red L hangs on it.
The VIP section isn’t mandatory, so most of the girls don’t come back here. With only six rooms, most of the girls share the rooms. I’ve been here the longest and I get called back here often, so I’ve earned my right to have my own room.
“We got some high rollers in here tonight for a bachelor’s party.”
I turn around to Vincent walking through the door, holding two glasses filled halfway with a clear liquid. He hands one to me as he steps beside me.
The tequila burns my nose as I catch a whiff as I bring it up to my lips and take a large gulp.
“Anyone we know?”
“Nah,” he says, shaking his head. “Just some young Wall Street assholes throwing Benjamins around like they grow on fucking trees.”
I glance over at him and chuckle lightly. “You do know where paper comes from, right?”
Vincent rolls his eyes and gives me the middle finger. “Fuck you, Dali.”
I shrug with a smirk. “I mean, they literally come from trees.”
I throw back the rest of my drink as Vincent glares at me. He grabs the glass from my hand as soon as I pull it away from my lips. He acts pissed off, but it’s all just an act.
“I’ll have one of the girls bring back the lucky man,” he says, turning to leave. I turn away from him, bending down to look in the armoire just as a smack sounds through the hall as the palm of his hand meets my ass. I let out a yelp as the stinging feeling spreads through my cheek as it grows warm.
“Make this poor guy wish he was never engaged.”
“I can do you one better.” I smirk at him over my shoulder. “I’ll make him wish he was engaged to me.”
Vincent shakes his head with a sly smile and leaves me to get ready. Opening the top doors of the armoire, I grab my mask off of the shelf and pull it on. The other door that leads to my room opens and shuts as one of the girls leads the guy inside.
Usher starts to play inside the room, and I listen as she gets him ready for me inside. My bright green eyes shine back at me in the mirror as they peer through my mask as I adjust it. It’s designed with delicate black lace, concealing just enough of my features without taking away from them.
With my mask in place, I take a deep breath and slowly open the door to my room, just as "Nice and Slow” comes on and I quietly slip inside.
Kai
“REALLY, GUYS?” I SCOFF over the music, looking at Chase and Gus across the table. The rest of the guys left us not long after we got to the club and I haven’t seen them since.
Chase and Gus both stare back at me with their goofy-ass grins. “Come on, man,” Gus chimes in. “Have some fun, for fuck’s sake.”
“Yeah, bro,” Chase adds. “Your clock’s ticking.”
I shake my head and drain the rest of my glass of bourbon. “Fuck you both, assholes.”
“Mr. Marino,” a soft voice purrs in my ear as a set of hands land on my shoulders. “I’m going to have to ask you to come with me.”
I glare at Gus and Chase who laugh as two topless chicks walk up to them and lead them away. Turning around, I look down at the young blonde with perky tits smiling up at me.
“We have something special for you in the back,” she says, grabbing onto my hand. “Come with me.”
Looking around, I don’t see any of my friends that I’m supposed to be here with. I shrug and let the little blonde lead me away from the crowd and down the dark hallway.
I know where we’re going and what happens back here. Fucking strippers isn’t something I’m into and I don’t pay for sex.
I follow her back anyway, because fuck it, I’m supposed to live a little, right?
The dark hallway only leads us into a dark room. There’s a soft red low light running along the bottom of the walls. A small circular platform sits in the center of the room with a thick metal pole. On the far side of the room, a large leather couch sits facing the stage.
Soft R&B music plays as I’m pulled inside the room.
She leads me to the couch, spinning me around and gives me a light push onto the black leather. I don’t resist her and plop down, waiting for her next move.
Leaning back, I rest against the back of the couch as she bends forward and grips my knees. Spreading them apart, she leans in closer to me, bringing her lips to my ear.
“Lacy will be in in a minute,” she purrs before backing away from me.
My face falls for a second and I’m slightly disappointed as I watch her hips sway as she walks out of the room.
She isn’t my type, but I was hoping she’d stay. I don’t like blondes or brunettes, but if the room is dark enough, I don’t give a fuck what color their hair is. In the dark, you can see whatever color that your mind wants you to see. The only color I can see in the light is a subtle shade of honey.
Honey-colored curls and bright green eyes haunt me and every time I close my eyes, she’s all that I see. For the past ten years, I’ve been trying to erase her from my memory, but how do you erase something you can’t let go?
I grasp at the memory of her like sand slowly slipping through my fingertips as my mind fights to forget her.
Now’s not the time to be thinking about her. I know she’s safe and that’s all that matters.
Looking around the room, I spot a small table to the side of the couch with an unopened bottle of Patron. Ignoring the two glasses beside it, I grab the bottle and open it. It has to be here for Lacy and I and if it isn’t, I don’t fucking care. This shit’s paid for, so I’ll help myself to whatever I please.
I take a long swig of the tequila as it burns my throat like rubbing alcohol. Chase or Gus know how I roll, so they must have requested the Patron. Or maybe Lacy is a tequila kind of girl.
Shut the fuck up.
I shake my head to myself and take another gulp of the clear liquid.
She’s a stripper, that’s the kind of girl she is. She’s here to please me and nothing more.
Fuck the tequila.
Tipping the bottle back once more, I swallow hard as I feel the burn and sink back into the couch. The music slowly gets louder and the lights grow dimmer as a dark red light turns on from above, shining down on the private stage.
Spreading my legs a little wider, I rest the bottle of Patron on my thigh just as the door slowly opens. A slower, seductive song switches on and vibrates through the room as the girl slips inside. She’s petite and dainty, but her body is taut and in shape. Long brown hair cascades down her back in thick curls, just reaching the top of her ass. My eyes trail down to her round cheeks, peeking out from the bottom of her lace corset.
She spins around on her black stilettos as Usher starts to sing in the background. A sheer, tight black laced corset clings to her body, showing off her tits underneath the see-through material. Lace garter belts wrap around each of her tanned thighs and the same material from her corset covers her legs.
Lacy.
The name fits, the black lace fits and fuck me if my dick isn’t throbbing already.
Covered by a lace masquerade mask, I can’t see them, but I can feel her eyes on me as she strides onto the stage and wraps her hands around the pole.
She slowly circles around it, sliding her hand up and down like it’s my cock and not the pole.
She saunters around the stage like she owns the fucking place.
And she does.
And tonight, she’s going to own me.
Dahlia
HIS EYES HAVEN’T LEFT me since I walked into the room and I let his lust flood my senses. I get lost in the music, on the stage under the light.
It’s just the two of us in here and it was rented out for the rest of the night. The room is too dark, and I can barely make out his features. His hair is a thick mess of waves styled back off his forehead. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and the top buttons of his dress shirt are undone. Even with his clothes on, it’s clear that he’s built like a perfectly carved sculpture.
He’s sitting back, relaxed and a calmness washes over me as I dance for him like I’ve never danced before. Something about him is comfortable and tonight, it’s just about the two of us.
Spinning around with my back against the pole, I slowly slide down, spreading my knees far apart as I inch closer to the floor. My bare pussy is on full display for him as my ass slides down to my heels.
The sharp intake of his breath is loud in the small room as his eyes fall down between my legs. They don’t stay there though as he follows my body as I slowly stand back up and continue performing for him.
I dance for a few songs before my entire body is humming with the energy filling the room. I’m riding high on a wave of euphoria in the dark waters of his eyes.
Rocking my hips back and forth to the beat of the music, I slowly start to strip out of my outfit. Stepping off the stage, I continue to unclasp the hooks as I stroll toward him. He stays in place, leaning back against the couch as his eyes follow my hands working down my body.
Coming to a stop in between his legs, I undo the last hook and let it fall to the floor. His eyes fall with it as he lets out a ragged deep breath. Starting with my heels, his gaze travels up my body, slowly drinking me in until his eyes meet mine.
He worships my body with his eyes. He hasn’t even touched me, and I can feel him on every inch of my skin.
He’s an enigma, clothed in the dark, and I’m drawn to him like the ocean and the moon.
Turning around, I slowly roll my hips, moving my body around in front of him and bend my knees until I’m hovering over his lap. I tease him, just barely touching him as I move to the music.
I inch my way closer until his cock is hard, pressing against my ass as I grind against him. He lets out a low moan and I bite my lip to stifle my own. I work my hips and find the perfect angle as my clit throbs.
My pussy brushes against his cock every time I move and I grind myself into him harder. My head falls back as a moan escapes from my lips.
I’ve been waiting for his hands, waiting for him to touch me. When his smooth palms skate over my bare ass, my body pulsates. He digs his fingers deep into my flesh as he grabs me by my hips. With a slight shift, he pushes me forward and spins me around to face him. He doesn’t let go as he pulls me onto his lap so I’m straddling him.
Up close, it’s hard to make out his features as my body casts a shadow across his face. I watch as he takes another sip of the Patron before setting it on the floor. Reaching up, he gently tucks my hair behind my ear and lightly trails his fingers from my jaw and down the side of my neck.
My skin tingles from his touch and I inhale sharply, feeling my heart beating rapidly. Placing his other palm on the base of my throat, he runs his hands up the sides of my neck and stops as he cradles my cheeks in his palms.
I let out a ragged breath I didn’t know I was holding as my skin grows flushed.
What the fuck is happening?
This isn’t how it works in my room here. Men come back for their private show, a quick fuck and that’s that. No strings, no unwarranted feelings.
I’m selfish. I fuck them, I get mine and I take their money and move on.
His touch alone has me melting and wanting more than a quick fuck. The money doesn’t mean shit because all I can think about is how badly I want him.
He roughly grips my face, bringing me back into the moment and pulls me down to him. My lips collide with his and all of my thoughts vanish with the air he steals from my lungs.
Kai
HOLY FUCKING SHIT.
I came to the VIP room expecting a private dance and a proposal from her to fuck her for a hefty fee.
I don’t fuck strippers and I sure as hell don’t pay for sex.
She ignited something inside me as I watched her body move as she danced for me. It wasn’t rehearsed, it was fluid and natural as she moved with the music, seducing and teasing me.
It was more than the curves of her body and the way she moved her hips. Her round ass and full tits brought my cock to life, bu
t her presence and the air that filled the room consumed me.
She was captivating and I was lost in a trance.
Any reservations that I had before left the room the moment she walked in.
To hell with it all... I needed to have her.
The moment her soft lips touch mine, life outside of this room ceases to exist. She responds immediately and opens her mouth for me without hesitation. Stroking her tongue with mine, she moans into my mouth as I taste her.
She moves in my lap, grinding against my cock as the need builds inside us both. We’re caught up in a precarious dance of give and take as our tongues tangle with one another. Our lips move against each other roughly and in a frenzy as we feed our cravings.
Thrusting my hips against her, I bite down on her bottom lip as she lets out a low moan. Her hands rip at my shirt, popping the buttons off as she tears it open, exposing my tattooed chest. My hands roam freely over her naked body, grabbing at every inch of skin. Cupping her tits, I stroke her hardened nipples and she gasps as I pinch them between my fingers.
Her fingertips travel down my chest and my abdomen, pausing at the button of my pants. Breaking my mouth away from hers, I drop my head to her chest and draw one of her nipples into my mouth.
Without a moment of hesitation, she unsnaps the button and pulls down my zipper in a rush. Sucking hard, I bite down on her nipple and she arches her back, moaning loudly.
She doesn’t falter as I play with her tits and she grabs my cock, freeing it from my pants. I moan against her skin as she slowly starts to stroke her hand up and down the length of my shaft.
She pulls away from me for a second, leaning back and grabs a condom from under the couch cushion. She continues to move her hand up and down my cock as she tears the wrapper open with her mouth and swiftly slides the rubber onto me.
A groan escapes me as she grabs hold of me and slides the tip against her wet pussy before sinking down onto me. She takes me in deep, as my cock fills her to the brim.
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