Girl For Rent: A Dark Romantic Comedy

by Dark Angel

  “Oh, so you wanna?” Sapphire points at herself and then the room, and then puts one of her hands up. She’s being so cute I almost want to laugh but I’m trying to not cum in my pants so that makes it kind of difficult.

  “Yes, I want to,” I say and a bit of a laugh creeps into my words despite just how painfully fucking hard I am.

  “Release the beast and cum right in this Cristal.” Sapphire holds the bottle against her pussy again, so it looks like just dancing to anyone who might be watching. “You made me cum. Your turn.”

  “Fuck,” I say, reaching out and circling her clit over the bottle and through her panties. “I want you to cum again, and I know you want me to touch you.”

  “Oh,” Sapphire raises an eyebrow. “What a gentleman.” She smiles and I think she means it.

  I’ve been called a lot of things. Cocky. Asshole. Prince Cocky Asshole. A gentleman is a nice new addition.

  “You know … no … touching.” Sapphire can barely get the words out because I’m getting her so close to cumming again.

  “But I thought I was being a gentleman, and you’re having me cum in this bottle.” I stroke my cock and watch her eyes widen as I shoot thick jets of cum into the bottle, clouding the bubbly fluid. Who cares? I could buy every bottle they have and throw them in the trash and not make even a dent in my fortune.

  “I just figured if you were willing to wait two songs maybe you didn’t have a fully function yardstick in those Valentinos,” Sapphire says, panting through her second, likely third orgasm judging by the wetness on the outside of this Cristal.

  She eyes the sizable amount of my semen in the bottle of Christal and smiles at me lasciviously.

  My cock perks as I look at her. No way in fucking hell is she going to do…

  “Adding protein to such a delish champagne,” she says, her eyes gleaming wickedly as she swirls the bottle around.

  I can’t fucking believe my eyes. Neither can my fucking cock. It starts to twitch.

  She bring the bottle to her lips, and lets the liquid mixed semen fall to her lips.

  I watch in rapt attention as my cum swirls out of the bottle. It falls on her lips and she uses her tongue to swirl it around her lips, smearing it.

  But it’s the champagne-cum that she lets drip from her mouth, down her chin, down between her tits that has my body forgetting that I just came.

  I look down at my monster cock. It’s thick and hard, ready to go again.

  I look at Sapphire, on her knees in front of me - cum dripping down her body.

  She coos with lust.

  “Think you could even handle me riding you, babe?” she asks with a wicked grin.

  “Sapphire, you don’t honestly believe a gentleman such as myself would offer up a nice girl a full foot of cock and not be ready for her to ride on it? You and your discerning pussy must reconsider the company you keep.”

  I zip up my trousers, putting my still rock-hard cock back in my trousers. For now.

  “I’m not – nor is my pussy – reconsidering the company at the moment.” Sapphire smiles.

  Ella

  I can’t believe Derek just made me cum so hard. My whole body is still shaking with the aftershocks. And that cock. Oh my God. Like magic.

  I give him a flirty smile, sure that he’s ready to go now that he got what he came for.

  When he leans back and drapes his arm across the seat, looking like he’s about to settle in for a while, I’m totally shocked.

  “So, Sapphire,” he says, gesturing for me to sit close to him, “how long have you been dancing?”

  That’s a safe enough question. “Several years.” I give him a teasing look. “How long have you been getting private dances?”

  Derek laughs. “Would you believe me if I said tonight was my first?”

  “Not a chance in hell.” I laugh too.

  “Smart girl.” His lips fall into that sexy as sin smirk. “But it was the first one this good.”

  No doubt. I’m not the most sought-after stripper for nothing. But still, his comment makes me smile. A real, true smile. Not the fake kind I normally use to placate my clients.

  I tap my temple. “Just because I’m a stripper doesn’t mean I don’t have a brain.”

  He turns toward me, interest in his eyes. “I don’t doubt that. You’re damn good at what you do. What did you do before this?”

  I slant a puzzled look his way. Why is he asking all these questions like he actually cares? Shouldn’t he be paying up and heading out the door?

  But I have to admit that I’m not ready for him to go. I’m actually enjoying talking with him. Still, I’m surprised when I find myself telling him about getting my degree in economics before I decided this was a better choice.

  “Interesting,” he murmurs.

  “What can I say?” I know my eyes are full of mischief. “I love sex.”

  Derek drops his head back, laughter shaking his chest. “My kind of girl right there.”

  “What about you? What do you do?” Only fair that he satisfies some of my growing curiosity.

  He shrugs like it doesn’t matter, his eyes scanning me as if he’s trying to get a read on me. “I deal in foreign relations. You know, international business. That kind of shit.”

  I take note of that accent again. “Where are you from?”

  Derek’s eyebrows fly up. “What makes you think I’m from anywhere?”

  “Your accent.”

  “You noticed that?”

  I give him a funny look. “Um, yeah. Was I not supposed to?”

  He shakes his head, laughing. “It’s not that. I’m just surprised. Most people don’t notice. It’s not that obvious.”

  “Maybe they haven’t been paying enough attention,” I tease, fingering the collar of his shirt. My eyes are drawn to his lips, and I swallow, jerking them away. Nope. Can’t go there. Even if he is the sexiest guy I’ve ever seen and just gave me a fucking mind-blowing orgasm.

  “Maybe not,” he murmurs.

  “So, where are you from?”

  “Europe,” he says evasively, then turns the questions back on me. “You always lived in New York?”

  “Just since after college.”

  “I like it here. I could get used to it.”

  “What do you mean? You have to go back or something?” I ask, wondering why I feel such disappointment in that. I figure it must be because he’s obviously a very wealthy client and part of me had hoped he might become a regular. That would be a huge boost in growing my retirement fund. So much for that, though.

  He nods. “Eventually. But for now? I’m here. All yours.” Derek stretches his arms wide and smiles, all bold arrogance again, as if he’s gracing me with his presence.

  I giggle. “Yeah, until the next great piece of ass comes along.” I say it teasingly, and his eyes sparkle with amusement.

  “Sapphire, you wound me.” He clutches his heart as if I’ve inflicted mortal damage.

  “Please. You know you’re a total manwhore.” I shrug and grin. “Can’t blame you. With a body like that? I would be too.”

  I draw my eyebrows together at the irony of that statement, because hello, I’m a stripper, and Derek laughs again.

  “I think you just might have me nailed.”

  I smirk. “I think you have that backwards.”

  Derek drops his eyes down to my tits, his gaze making my nipples perk up to attention. When he reaches out and runs a hand over my shoulder, I shiver.

  I should get up and leave. Make him fork over the cash and be on my way. This is dangerous. I want him way too much. But I can’t seem to make myself move away.

  “What do you do when you’re not working, Sapphire?”

  I swear, he acts like he really wants to know. What is that about?

  “Do you always make a point of getting to know the women who dance for you after you’re done with them?”

  I don’t know why I’m asking, other than he makes me feel different. And I need to know
if it’s just me, or if he does this with everyone. A really big part of me that shouldn’t care actually wants to believe that it’s just me.

  He stares at me for a long moment, then lifts a brow and smirks, that fucking sexy smirk that just does something for me. “What makes you think I’m done with you?”

  Oh my God. That dim pulsing in my pussy that I’ve felt all night suddenly amplifies into a needy throb. He’s not done with me yet? I ignore the voice telling me I’m walking a thin line here. Because I sure as hell need to know just what else he has planned for me.

  I lower my eyelashes, an unfamiliar feeling coming over me. Something a little nervous. A little desperate.

  “You aren’t done with me?” I whisper.

  His eyes bore into mine.

  “Fuck no, baby. I’ve barely gotten started.”

  Derek

  I edge closer to Sapphire, needing to get in her space, needing to feel her up against me.

  The way her eyes flutter, all shy and innocent when she asks, “You aren’t done with me?” has me feeling unhinged.

  What the fuck? I have no clue what’s going on, why I’m feeling this intense desire to find out more about Sapphire. Never in my life have I acted like this with a girl. Ever.

  Not with a stripper, not with one of the gold-diggers who have tried to claw their way into my bank account by way of my cock—like that crazy chick in the limo. Not anybody.

  But something about her … I don’t even know what it is.

  The words are out before I can think about it. “Fuck no, baby. I’ve barely gotten started.”

  It comes out like a growl, like I’m a rabid animal. And that’s how I feel. Like I want to tear into her, ravage her body in the best kind of way, feel that pussy wrapped around my cock while she screams my name.

  Just like that, I know. I have to have her. Tonight.

  I reach out again, my hands itching to bury themselves in her hair, to touch all those long brown waves that I can just imagine floating across my face as she hovers over me, riding my cock.

  She jerks back when I rub a silky strand between my fingers.

  “What are you doing?” Her eyes go wide. “You aren’t supposed to touch me.”

  A slow smirk steals across my lips. “Didn’t hear you complaining a minute ago.”

  She pauses, a half-smile on her lips. “Well, you aren’t supposed to.”

  She swats at my hand, and I drop it from her hair, but fuck that shit. I’m not keeping my hands to myself. I let it fall to her thigh, arching my eyebrows as if I dare her to make me stop.

  She doesn’t, and I trace slow circles on her inner thigh, chuckling at the way she draws a shaky breath. Her pink tongue darts out to lick her lips while her eyes fall to my mouth.

  Fuck, this girl makes my body react in a way I’m not familiar with. Even though I just came—really fucking hard—I still want her. My cock is already hard as steel all over again, begging for more of her. I feel like my fucking blood is boiling, that’s how edgy she makes me.

  “Doesn’t look like you mind all that much,” I taunt, my hand going an inch higher, still stroking light circles on her bare thigh. Her skin is so smooth and soft. I just want to bury my face between her legs and feel those thighs wrapped around my head while I lick her cunt.

  “Just watch it,” she warns.

  “Or what?”

  After that private dance, I highly doubt she’d put up an argument, but still, her little bit of sass amuses me and I have to push the issue.

  Her lips curl up at the corners, her eyes twinkling. “Then I guess I’ll have to break both your arms. Although it’ll be like having sex with the Venus de Milo.”

  I let out a loud laugh. This girl. She’s something else. All I want to do is be around her. I’ve never cared about getting to know a woman before.

  Sex. That’s all it ever is. When she just asked me if I always get to know my women, I could honestly answer no. But I didn’t want to question why it was different with her, so I deflected.

  But fucking hell, she’s getting to me. Affecting my whole body on what feels like a molecular level, shifting and changing my very makeup.

  Now that’s insane. I shake my head and smirk. “So you’ll have sex with me, but only if I don’t touch you. Is that what you’re saying? Got a bit of a dominant streak, do you, Sapphire?”

  Now it’s her turn to smirk at me. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just tormenting you. Making you want me, knowing you can’t have me.”

  And that’s part of the problem. I do want her. In ways that confuse me. I can’t understand why I’m sitting here talking to her, wanting to find out everything about her.

  I lean in further, my hand going ever higher on her thigh. So high I can feel the heat radiating from her pussy, practically begging me to dip in and touch it. Taste it. Lose myself in it.

  “I do want you. And I’m pretty sure I could have you.” I say this against her neck, my lips so close I can almost taste her.

  Her breath comes faster, sexy little pants that remind me of how she sounded when I made her cum. She shakes her head in denial as she says, “Not going to happen.”

  I don’t believe her.

  There’s no way she can deny this crazy chemistry. This pull that has me feeling like I’m losing my mind.

  “Is that so? I told you I wasn’t done with you.”

  Her head turns toward me, just a fraction of an inch that brings us even closer. So close we’re breathing the same air.

  I lift my hand from her thigh and reach up to her cheek, running my fingertips across the smooth skin and down her neck. Slowly. Tortuously. A shiver courses through her body. My fingers keep going, hovering so lightly over her that it’s just a whisper of a touch. Down over her tits that swell up, heaving with her pants that are coming harder and faster. Further down her stomach, dipping into the waistband of her thong to tease and torment.

  She jerks back, eyes wide as she looks at me. I see the debate going on in those sapphire eyes. She wants this as much as I do. But she knows she’s not supposed to. I finally let my hand come to rest back on her thigh, so close to her pussy it takes every bit of self-control not to dive in and get lost.

  She shakes her head slightly. “I don’t do this. Ever. Not once.”

  “Do what?”

  “This.”

  Then she fists her hands in my shirt and closes the distance between us, pressing her lips to mine and shattering my last bit of restraint.

  Ella

  My lips close over Derek’s, and when he kisses me back, my whole body is on fire. My legs wobble—and I make a career out of my steady balance—and I’m melting. Fucking melting in his mouth, his tongue sweeping over mine, and the depth of the kiss makes me feel like the world is spinning around us.

  When I come up, gasping for air, I grant both our wishes and I drag him off to the VIP room. I thought he was just fucking around but he actually started getting to know me and he told me, very seriously, that he wasn’t done with me.

  So I haul ass to the VIP room, his hand in mine, and close the door behind us like we’ve just escaped a murderer. I’m panting like we outran one, but that’s because I couldn’t take another second of separation from him.

  I look at him, standing inside the room, and it's like my eyes never worked before or something.

  I take in every inch of Derek's body. This guy is gorgeous and built like a God. Everything about him says he is fun and pure fucking playboy.

  Every time I come into this VIP room, it takes my eyes a minute to adjust to the soft black light in it. I love the red Italian leather couch that sits in the middle of the plush carpet floor.

  On each side of the sofa are gold end tables that have claw-like feet that I love about a foot and a half off the ground.

  I start to get lost deep in my thoughts, but Derek yanks me back to reality with the sound of his voice.

  “Sapphire,” he beckons.

  I step toward him and run my hand down his
royal blue Versace silk shirt as I push him onto the couch. “Derek.” I say his name and look into his eyes. I could get lost in their intensity. Incinerate from their heat. Drown in how wet they make me…

  I can tell Derek is used to getting what he wants, but so am I and right now we have a mutual understanding that what we both want is each other.

  I stand in front of Derek slowly winding my hips and caressing my breasts in front of him. Derek can’t help but stare at me while he bites his lip hungrily.

  I'm such a fucking tease, throwing my head back as I lean over Derek’s face placing my huge breasts in his face.

  Derek buries his face in between my breasts as he takes in the scent of my Dior perfume while I work my hips, grinding my pussy against his cock. We both have way too much clothing on.

  I run my tongue down his neck while Derek grabs hold of my ass, spanking it and pushing that thin soft piece of material to the side to expose my ass. I know Derek can feel my body shiver as he runs his fingers up and down my back entrance.

  Derek’s deep voice asks me, “How much do you want me to finger fuck you?” There is a sexiness to Derek’s voice that makes his twelve inches of rock-hard cock that is pressed against me feel even harder.

  I love that he just lays that shit out there like that, too, because that’s who I am. I want hot sex and Derek’s speaking my language.

  I take hold of Derek's hand, and I guide it right up to my ass. “What the fuck are you waiting for?”

  I can feel his cock pulsing underneath me, that huge fucking head pressing into my soaking wet thong.

  Derek’s fingers press into my ass and play steady and slow at first, but he picks up his pace once he feels my fingers down the front of his pants.

  I grab Derek's cock and start to work my fingers all around that thick shaft. I bring my face away from his neck to look deep into his eyes as I slide down onto my knees to release his throbbing, rock-hard cock.