by Brie Paisley
Viktor kisses me. And I let him.
Everyone else fades away, and I pull him closer and kiss him back.
He kisses me, deeply and passionately. His tongue caresses mine and I feel his hands move to my back and on my neck, pulling me into him closer. I melt into him, letting my hands roam on his hard chest, loving the feel of him. I don’t have one thought going through my mind as Viktor continues to kiss me. He slowly pulls away from me, cupping my face in each of his hands.
“Fuck the rules. I don’t care who knows about us,” Viktor says against my lips. I close my eyes and take a deep breath as I let his words run through my head. I understand what he wants and needs from me, but am I ready for that?
“Look at me, Scarlet.” The way he says my stripper name is dripped with sarcasm and I know he almost called me by my real name. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be. You are mine, and dammit, I want everyone to know.”
I hear the other girls say, “Awe,” and “So sweet,” among other things. There are tons of reasons why this is a bad idea, but as Viktor continues to gaze into my eyes, I give in. As if he really gave me any choice.
“Okay, Vik. You win.”
His smile could light up the entire club. He gives me a sweet peck on my lips and the other girls whoop and holler at us. Viktor lets me go but his eyes never leave mine. I step away from him needing some space. This is going too fast for my liking, but I smile and keep my thoughts to myself. I see Trixie walk up to me and she pulls me into a tight hug.
“Trix, you’re cutting off my air,” I choke out.
“Sorry! I’m just so happy for you two. It’s about time too.”
I shyly look at Viktor and he’s still smiling like he’s won the damn lottery. “Thanks, Trixie.” I don’t really know what to say. A few of the other girls come up to us and hug me and tell me basically the same as Trixie had. I’ve been such a fool. Everyone already knew. Seeing how everyone was okay with Viktor and I being out and open with our relationship eases some of the stress I have about us. The only one I’m really worried about is Margo.
Speak of the devil. “I can’t say I approve of this, but what the hell. You’re the boss and you make your own rules.” I hear Margo say to Viktor. Margo walks further into the dressing room as she says, “Alright, we still have customers waiting. Let’s get back to work shall we?” Everyone suddenly has something to do hearing Margo’s barking orders.
I turn to Viktor and he lightly touches my cheek with the back of his hand. “I’ll see you later,” he says and drops his hand. I lean back against the wall as I watch him walk back down the hall, to his office. He doesn’t turn back around as he shuts the door, but now more than ever, I’m ready for the club to close and put my surprise for him in motion.
The dressing room is starting to clear out as I stand in front of the clothes rack, trying to decide on what to wear for my scandalous surprise for Viktor. I feel as though I’ve been staring blankly at the same thing for hours. All the beautiful sexy clothes are starting to blur. I bite on my nails, wondering what the hell I’m even thinking. I don’t know if I can even pull this off, but the bad side of myself, the one that comes out while I’m on stage, cheers me on. It’s starting to give me the confidence I need. But I still can’t figure out which outfit I want to wear for him.
My thoughts clear and I drop my fingers from my mouth when Trixie bumps into my shoulder to get my attention. She smiles and she shakes her head and says, “Can’t figure out which to wear?” She starts to rummage through the outfits and continues to talk to me. “I won’t ask why you’re looking for something else to wear. I know your shift ended about an hour ago.”
I don’t answer her. I don’t want her knowing what I have planned, and I still have to talk myself into actually going through with it. When the idea came to me at the time it seemed like the best idea ever. Now that I know I’ll be actually go through with it and knowing it’ll be happening soon, I’m a little nervous. Oh fuck, who am I kidding? I’m nervous as hell. I could stand here and lie to myself all night long but I won’t. It’s always the same feeling right before I go out on stage and dance in front all the high class men. It’s always Viktor that centers me and makes me feel as if there’s no one else in the room but him and me. I can only hope it’ll be the same once he sees what I have store from him.
Trixie turns around right as I’m about to give up and just wear what I have on. She’s grinning from ear to ear and she’s holding the only two outfits I must have missed and never worn before.
It’s perfect.
She holds the white dress in one hand and the leather two piece in the other. I grin back and snatch both out of her hand and quickly go into the changing room.
“You’re welcome!” I hear Trixie yell out to me.
“Thanks, Trix. You’re a life-saver.”
“Yeah, yeah. That’s what I’m here for. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I poke my head out from behind the curtain as tell her, “Seriously, thank you, Trixie. Have a good night.” I whip back behind the curtain and start to change.
Once I’m dressed, I have to figure out the best way to get Viktor to go where I need him to. I could ask Margo, but at the same time I don’t think that would be the best idea. I walk out of the changing room and walk over to my vanity. I sit down and I run my hands through my curls giving them a messier look. I reapply my red lipstick, and pinch my cheeks to add a bit more color to my face. I still don’t know exactly how I’m going to get Viktor in room four. I guess everyone will agree that room four is my private room where I take the clients for a private dance. It’s the only room I use but I don’t know if that’s something Margo did or if it’s how it just happens every time.
I sigh deeply as I try once again to pull myself together and think of a way to get Viktor where I need him. Everyone has left the dressing room so I can’t ask one of the girls to direct him to go there. I could go ask him myself, and make up a reason as to why he’s needed in that room. No, that will make him know instantly what my plan is. I jump up off my chair and stick my head outside of the door.
Tony’s still standing right where he was when I came in here after my last turn on stage. I smile at him and sweetly ask, “Hey Tony, can you do me a huge favor and tell Viktor he’s needed in room four?” Tony nods and starts walking down the hall towards Viktor’s office. Thank goodness Tony never leaves until right after I do or this wouldn’t have worked out so perfectly. I still can’t believe Viktor hasn’t tried to come find me to see if I was ready to leave yet. He must have been busy tonight. The only other time I had seen him was during my last dance.
Tony closes the door to Viktor’s office and I wait until I see him come back out again. He doesn’t look my way, and turns to leave out the back. I see Viktor come out a few minutes later and I pull my head back inside the dressing room so he doesn’t see me. I impatiently tap my foot trying to give him long enough to get to the room. I count slowly to ten, then I head to room four. I walk as quickly as I can in the five inch heels will let me without falling on my face. My stomach is a bundle of knots and my hands are starting to sweat.
I get to room four and I can see Viktor standing by the far wall. I shake my hands and I walk inside. He doesn’t turn around until I shut the door. His eyes grow wide as he takes me in and I have a wave of pleasure rush through my body knowing he’s appreciating how I look for him.
“Ava? What are you doing?” His husky voice sends delicious chills down my spine. I don’t respond to him. I seductively walk over to him and I take his hand. He watches me intently, curiosity written all over his face. I lead him to the chair in the middle of the room and I push his shoulders to make him sit down. He flops down in the chair, and he gives me a sexy grin. “What are you up to, moya lyubov'?”
I still don’t answer him. I slowly back away from him, my eyes never leaving his. I walk backwards to the door again and because I’m always in this room, I know exactly where the button is to start th
e music I want played. Selena Gomez’s Good for You fills the room. As her voice starts to wash through me, I start to dance.
I dance for Viktor.
Only for Viktor.
All the doubt, and the nerves I had before disappear as I swing my hips slowly and start to run my hands up my body for him. He rests his elbows on his knees, bringing his fingers to his sexy lips as he watches me. I drop low, and grind my hips as I take my hands on my knees and spread my legs wide for him. As the song continues I dance like I’ve never danced before. Maybe it’s because I’m actually doing this for him and not for some stranger. The room seems to have filled with sexual tension and my breath catches in my throat when I slowly whip my body up, whipping my hair in the process.
The first song is slowly fading out now. I hear The Hills by The Weeknd start and I turn around giving Viktor a good look at my ass. My white dress is riding up on my thighs giving him a sneak peek at what I have underneath. I bend at my waist touching my ankles, and I shake my ass for him. I move my hands up my legs as I move my body back and forth as I swing my hips. I can feel the bass beating in my chest and I’m getting so turned on knowing it’s finally Viktor sitting here. I slowly turn and drop to my knees. I ignore the feel of the coldness of the floor, and I start to crawl towards him. I get to him and I move achingly slow up his legs with my hands. He leans back as I ascend. He moves his arms behind his head as he watches me through lustful eyes, and once I get to his shoulders, I press my breasts on him. I hear the hitch of his breath and I can’t help but smile knowing how much I’m affecting him. I do it once more before the song ends and then I abruptly leave him.
I stand with my legs apart and I reach behind my back to unzip my dress. I slowly peel the skin tight white dress off me and I couldn’t have planned this any better. Tainted Love by Marilyn Manson comes on as the dress hits the floor.
I walk over to Viktor and I put my heel of my shoe right in between his legs. He jumps a bit, and I’m too far gone into the music, and into the high I’m getting dancing for him. I continue to move my hips, and I move faster with the beat of the music. I straddle him, grinding myself on him. I can feel his erection growing as I move on him and I can feel myself growing wet for him.
I push my breasts into his face and when I pull away I say, “Do you really think I do this for other men? I only imagine you, Viktor. Just as you are right now. Watching me with that hungry look in your eyes for me, and only for me.” I bend down and I lick him on his lips. “Do you really think I’d do any of this for anyone else because I wanted to? Viktor, this is a job for me. That’s it. I want it to be you every time I’m in this room, every time I’m on stage, I only see, you.” I grind on him once more before telling him, “Touch me. I need you to touch me.”
Viktor’s hands are instantly on me, and his mouth takes mine. His hand moves down my back and he reaches through my leather bottoms to grab tightly on my ass. He brings me closer to him and pushes his now rock hard erection into my aching pussy. I moan into his mouth and he does it again. The last song is replaying again and I pull away from him and stare into his green eyes.
“I need you, Viktor.”
He grabs a handful of my hair, bringing me close to his face. I’m so close I can smell his minty hot breath coming out in pants. He holds me inches from his lips and he says, “Tell me what you want, moya lyubov'.”
“I want you, Vik.”
Viktor wastes no time standing me on my feet. I look up to him as he stands to his full height and I lick my lips, wondering what he’s up to. He touches my arms tenderly slowly moving up to my face. He lingers on my cheek and I can see he’s fighting to stay in control.
I don’t want him in control.
Before I can blink, he has me turned around, my back to his front. He holds me in place, and he slowly takes off my leather top. My nipples perk up in excitement and from the temperature change. Viktor moves my hair off my neck and he leans down to kiss me there. I close my eyes loving the feeling of his lips on me. He sucks and nips at my neck making me squirm under his touch. He places one hand on my waist keeping me still while the other moves slowly up my sides. He grips tightly onto one of my breasts, and pinches my nipples. I can’t stop the loud moan that escapes. He pulls me back to him, pushing his cock into my ass. He moves to my other breast giving it the same attention as the other one.
“So fucking sexy,” he says against my neck and I start to move to face him.
He doesn’t let me get very far.
“Stay still.”
“Viktor, please.”
I hear him chuckle and he leaves me standing by myself. I start to turn my head around when he tells me again to stay still. My heart is beating rapidly in my chest and I fight the urge to look to see what he’s doing. I don’t have to wait long. I feel him touch my back with his fingertips as he brings them down. He gets to my leather bottoms and he jerks them down my legs.
“You won’t be needing these anymore.’’ I don’t even have a chance to say anything before he has me turned towards him and he demands, “Sit down. Legs over the side of the chair. Hands holding your thighs.”
I do as he says. I sit and place each leg on the side of the chair. I place each hand behind my thighs, making me bear everything for him. My face flushes and I feel so open and exposed to him. I’m grateful I don’t feel embarrassment like I thought I would being in this position. Lust has taken over my entire body and all I feel is want and need. I watch him with lustful eyes as he starts to unbutton his shirt. His eyes stare into mine and I can’t seem to stop staring right back. He has me under his spell and I couldn’t care one bit.
He finally has his shirt off and as he walks closer to me he says, “How wet is that pussy?” He drops to his knees and kisses my inner thigh. “I bet your pussy is soaking wet for me, isn’t it?”
Fuck, I can’t help but moan and let my head drop back when I hear him talk dirty to me. And he’s right. I’m soaking wet for him. I need him to hurry up. I need him to touch me more, anything but this continuous torture. Viktor slowly starts to kiss up my thigh and I move my hips trying to get him where I want him. He pulls away, smiling at me.
“Do you want me to lick this wet and sweet pussy, Ava?”
I moan and all but yell out, “Yes! Please, Viktor.”
“I love when you beg.”
Viktor leans back down and licks me from the bottom to the top of my pussy. He does it again, and I grind my hips on him when he shoves his tongue inside of me. He’s relentless and he starts sucking hard on my clit. I feel the vibration of his groan and he slowly licks me one last time before he stops and gets off his knees. I watch as he slowly takes his belt off, unbuttoning his slacks. They fall to his ankles and he pulls his cock out of his briefs. I lick my lips again, wanting him in my mouth.
“Do you want my cock in that pretty mouth?”
I nod and he moves in front of me. I wrap my hand around the base of his cock. I look up to him as I lean closer and I lick him from base to tip. Just like he did me. I hear him groan and I glance back up to him to see his head is laying back. I lick him once more before I put his cock into my mouth. I start to suck him hard, making a popping sound when he grabs my hair and pulls me away from him.
“So fucking good,” he groans and pushes me back onto his cock.
He controls everything about my blowjob. His fist in my hair is making me ache more than before. I want him to fuck me rough. Hard and fast. I move my hands to his thighs as he starts moving my head faster and faster on his cock. He pulls me one more time before taking me completely off him. I want more of him. His taste is addictive and I feel as if I’m a heroin addict getting her next fix.
“Enough. Fuck, your mouth is too damn good.” I can’t stop the smile from forming hearing him say that. I love knowing how I make him lose that control he holds onto so tightly. He lets go of my hair as he says, “Turn around and get on your knees. Show me that perfect ass.”
I slowly get up and turn around
. I push my ass on him and he smacks me on my right cheek hard. I jump and let a small whimper. I place my knees on the chair and I hold on to the back. Viktor’s hands graze up my thighs on each side as he gets to my ass, he grabs two handfuls. I arch my back and push back again on him. He spanks me again, and I call out his name.
“Stay still.” He says once again.
“Vik, please.”
His fingertips move painfully slow up my back. He grabs my hair again with one hand and the other is on my jaw. “What do you want?”
“You know what I want, Vik.” I need him to fuck me now.
“Tell me you want my cock deep inside your tight pussy.”
“Oh God.” He pulls my hair tighter and turns my face to him. He kisses me hard and roughly, shoving his tongue deep in my mouth. I dig my nails into the back of the chair trying my best to stay still for him. He pushes me away from his tempting mouth and I slowly open my eyes to look at him. His eyes have dilated making his eyes seem darker than they normally are, and I can feel his cock on my ass.
“Say it, Ava.”
I swallow hard and take a deep breath. “I want your cock deep inside of my tight pussy.”
“That’s it, moya lyubov'. Say it again.”
I say it again, but before I can finish, he shoves his cock deep inside of me. “Ah, fuck!”
“That’s right, baby. Scream as loud as you need.’’
And scream I do. Viktor pounds deep into me, over and over. He never lets up with his relentless strokes. He’s so deep inside of me and all I can do is hold on to the chair. His thrusts are fast and I can feel his fingers digging into my hips. I don’t care if I have bruises after this. The sounds of his hips smacking into my ass is all I can hear over the music, and when I hear him groaning and I moan right along with him. He slaps my ass again and he stills deep inside of me. I’m so close, I don’t want him to stop.
