by Dark Angel
“Look,” I continue, “you know I have to do it at some point. My time is running out. It only makes sense that I do it with the one girl who has gotten to me like no one else. Fuck, no one’s even come close. I’m telling you, Ryder,” I tip my glass at him, stabbing a finger in his direction, “I’m going to marry this girl and take her back to St. Albans and make her my princess.”
I smile. Sapphire looks like a princess. Those eyes. That body. Gorgeous. And I feel like I could talk to her for hours. That’s happened, like, never.
Ryder holds up his hands. “Okay, I get that this chick was obviously the best lay you’ve ever had. That much is clear.”
I cut my eyes at him, pissed that he’s talking about her like that.
“But, Derek,” he continues, “you’ve got to use your head here. The one on your shoulders, not the one on your shaft.” He scrapes his hand over his jaw. “Think about this for just a minute. She’s probably just trying to milk you for money. I bet you ten grand she knows exactly who you are. She saw an opportunity and took advantage of it.”
I sit back, trying to make myself consider his words. Evaluating if they have any merit. But it doesn’t make sense. How could she be playing me? I was the one who wanted to spend more time with her. I was the one who couldn’t keep my hands off her even after she told me I wasn’t supposed to touch her. I was the one who had a fucking conversation with her when all I ever do is get in, get wet, and get the hell out.
Ryder won’t let up, leaning forward as he says, “She figured she could get you on the hook, get you wanting more, then fuck your brains out and clean up. She probably makes a fortune sleeping with suckers just like you.”
Something about his words trigger a memory. But not in a way that makes me agree with him. Something is telling me that wasn’t it at all, but I can’t put my finger on it.
I shake my head. “No, dude. I swear it wasn’t like that. I got her number. There’s something there.”
Ryder scoffs. “You got her fucking number? Dude, you are so fucked. You’ve got it bad. Never thought I’d see the day.” He narrows his gaze at me. “But still, watch yourself. I’m certain she’s playing you. In fact, I bet now that she cashed in on your horny ass, she won’t even pick up the phone.” He grins, crossing his arms and leaning back, then repeats his earlier statement. “Ten grand says she won’t.”
This fucker here has me pissed now. “Fine, I’ll take that bet. Because I guarantee you it wasn’t just me. Sapphire and I had a connection.”
He grins, spreading his hands wide. “Prove it.”
I glare at him and pull Sapphire’s thong from my pocket, resisting the urge to lift it to my nose again, to get another whiff of that intoxicating scent.
Ryder snorts as he leans over to get a better look. “She gave you her number on her thong? Nice.”
Grabbing my phone, I tap out the number scrawled across the crotch of her panties. Pressing it to my ear, I give him a cocky smile. “Prepare to be schooled, asshole.”
The grin slips from my face when I’m immediately hit with a beep and a computerized voice informing me the line has been disconnected. What the fuck?
Ryder lifts a brow, and I slowly lower the phone, ending the call. “Something isn’t right,” I say.
He shakes his head like he feels sorry for me, the bastard. “You keep telling yourself that, man. It’s like I told you, she lured you in for a good fuck, then raked in the dough. Bet you that number wasn’t even real to begin with.”
That’s when that nagging thought clicks into place. I push back from the table, no longer interested in lunch. I don’t have time for it, anyway. I have a princess to woo.
“What are you doing, man?” Ryder asks, confused. “You owe me ten grand.”
I point at him. “That’s what you think. I’m going back to that club.”
“What? Why? To toss out more of your money on a piece of ass? Shit, just give it to me instead.”
I shake my head, a smile spreading across my face in spite of this fucker’s mocking. “Sapphire wasn’t playing me for money. Not at all. She never took any.”
Not a fucking cent. Which can only mean one thing. Everything about last night was just as real for her as it was for me.
Time to go claim my woman.
Ella
Climbing the last of the stairs leading to my apartment, I huff out a breath. Not only did I just put in a killer workout at the gym, but I climbed ten flights of stairs to top it off.
I unlock my door and walk in, dropping my gym bag by the door and heading to the kitchen for a cold bottle of water. I pushed myself hard today, trying to work off some of my lingering tension. That always makes for a good workout, and I pride myself on staying in the best shape. It’s part of the job, after all.
I grimace as it hits me all over again. I have no job. No work to do. I’m going to have to get out there and start all over again, working my way up from the bottom to reach the top spot in a brand new club.
A frustrated groan falls from my lips. I don’t want to work in a brand new club. I want to work in the best club. But that’s no longer an option.
Grabbing my laptop, I carry it into my room and sink down on my bed. At least my apartment is paid for. One of the perks of leveraging my talents into fat stacks of cash over the years. It’s nice, too.
With a few clicks, I pull up the cloud that stores my information from my phone. I scan through the contacts, disappointed that I didn’t add Derek’s number. What if he tried to call? I can’t check my voicemail remotely, so I have no way of knowing.
I have no idea how I’ll get in contact with him again now. But I want to let him know I won’t be back at the club. What if he goes back there looking for me? What if someone else snags him and tries to keep him for themselves? I want to believe that what happened last night was special. But I don’t even really know him. I mean, fuck, I didn’t even know he was a prince! What makes me think that what happened between us meant anything to him?
Still, in my heart, I know it had to. Experiences like that don’t just come along every day. It’s like his body was made for mine.
My pussy throbs with the memory of it. God, his cock felt so good. So big and thick and long as he slammed into me over and over again, making me cum harder than I ever have in my entire life.
A moan slips from my lips as my pussy clenches tight like a vise, but I feel hollow and empty, needing his cock there to fill me up.
Images of our night together flash through my mind. I miss him so much already. I need him again.
Closing my eyes, I set my laptop aside and let my fingers trail down to my tits, rubbing them lightly through the fabric of my workout clothes. My nipples are instantly hard, puckered and aching. I bite my lip as I remember how it felt to have his hands and mouth on them.
Pretending it’s him, I pull my tits from my bra, letting the spandex fabric push them up and together. They’re so big and round I can actually get my nipples in my mouth. Cupping them in my palms, I squeeze them together, lifting them up until my hard, pink nipples are in front of my lips. My tongue darts out, flicking the sensitive flesh until I’m moaning, my breath coming in quick, desperate gasps.
More. I need more.
Wriggling out of my shorts, I toss them aside and run a hand down my stomach, the other still playing with my tits.
“Derek,” I moan, imagining it’s his fingers that tease the top of my inner thighs, barely brushing against my aching pussy.
My hips buck up involuntarily, my body needing to cum. I swipe my fingers through my soaked folds, still light and teasing, driving myself crazy with desire and white-hot need.
Getting my fingers good and wet, I run them along my slit and settle them on my clit, rubbing slow, light circles around the swollen bud. Bright light flashes behind my eyes as a shock of pleasure jolts my body.
“More … yes … Derek,” I cry, letting myself believe it’s him working his magic on my body.
A fire
lights up inside me, my nerves sparking like an electric current.
Yes. It feels so, so good.
I’m so fucking wet. Drenched from the thought of him and what he did to me last night combining with the sensations rocketing through my body by my own touch. Juices flow freely, coating my hands, soaking the sheets beneath me, and I keep going, keep flicking my clit as I rise higher and higher, on the brink of pure bliss.
But I need more. My pussy clenches and convulses around emptiness, begging to be filled.
I slide two fingers deep inside my cunt, stroking my walls that are quaking and throbbing, squeezing and gripping my fingers.
Desperate moans fall from my lips, incoherent words as my head thrashes back and forth on the bed, my hips bucking as I finger-fuck myself.
Faster and harder, I push my fingers deeper and deeper into my pussy, adding a third when my body begs for more. Begs for Derek and his perfect cock.
I use my free hand to push a tit back up to my mouth, clamping my teeth around my nipple while my thumb furiously flicks my clit, my fingers still driving deep inside me.
I picture Derek, imagine him over me, commanding my body, claiming it as his own.
Out of my mind, I remember how it felt when his cock swelled up inside me, shooting hot jets of cum in a way that I will never ever fucking forget. And I lose control. I scream. I thrash. I buck. I cum and I cum and I cum, crying out his name over and over as pure euphoria overtakes me.
So fucking good. I relax into my bed, my body limp and sated.
Fuck, I’ve never made myself cum like that. It’s still nothing compared to how Derek made me feel last night, but just imaging him is apparently all it takes to drive me wild.
I sigh, settling deeper into the bed as I pull my fingers from my pussy, smiling again as I remember him talking about how good I smelled.
I don’t know how, but there’s no doubt in my head now. My mind and body both demand it; I’m going to find a way to see him again.
Derek
My smile gets wider and wider as my limo approaches the strip club. It’s early still, even though Ryder and I had a late lunch. I don’t know what time Sapphire starts work, but she has to get there before they open, right?
I bounce my leg, full of nervous energy, ready to just be there already. As soon as my driver pulls up in front of the club, I jump from the limo and rush to the front doors. They pull open easily, so I figure they must be open.
Wrong.
About twenty pairs of eyes all turn toward me where I’m standing on the landing just inside the doors. All women. Correction. Not just women, all strippers.
Strippers who all have a greedy look in their eyes.
I know that look and I don’t fucking have time for it. I’m here for one woman, and one woman only.
They all seem to close in on me at once, looking terrifyingly like vultures in the black lace covering their bodies. Well, sort of covering. There’s a whole lot of bare skin in this place.
“Hello, gorgeous,” a busty blonde says, sidling up to me, closely followed by three more girls.
She fingers my collar. “We aren’t open yet, but I think I could make an exception for you.” She winks and gives me salacious grin.
Sapphire has truly gotten to me—she must be the one because I’m totally unaffected. Not just unaffected, but fucking annoyed.
Up until last night, this would be a fantasy come true. An entire club of strippers sitting around in their underwear, and I’m the only guy to be found? The old Derek would already have both his hands full of tits, mouth eating out one pussy, and dick buried balls deep in another.
I can totally take care of four women at once. Don’t ask how I know this. But it’s true.
I hold up my hands warily. “I’m good. Thanks anyway.”
Trying to move around her, I scan the women scattered around the lush room, but I don’t see her anywhere. Maybe she’s in the back.
I start to head that way when two hands appear from nowhere and fist in my shirt.
“Where are you headed so fast, sexy?” A redhead this time.
I grind my teeth, frustration building. “Looking for someone. Excuse me.”
Prying her hands from my shirt, I cast her aside, only to be stopped two steps later by a brunette. This girl has the same hair as Sapphire, but her eyes are brown, and her face isn’t nearly as breathtaking.
An exasperated sigh rushes from my lips. “I don’t have time for this.”
“Aw, sugar,” she says, her voice so whiny it makes me flinch, “surely you can find time to let me make you feel good. And I promise, I can make you feel really good.”
I look around, suddenly feeling like a raw steak tossed into the middle of a pack of wolves. Fuck. They’re all looking at me like I’m the sexiest man alive.
To be fair, it’s probably true. I mean, I have the body of a God and a giant cock to match. But right now, all I care about is Sapphire.
“Look,” I say, glancing around at the strippers, trying to put on an easy grin that should have them willing to do whatever I ask. I figure I’m going to have to play their game to get what I want. “I’m looking for somebody.”
The brunette gives me a sultry smile. “Take your pick.”
I shake my head. “Not like that. There’s this girl.”
I glance around the room again to make sure I didn’t miss her. Not like I fucking could. If she were in here, I’d know.
Raking a hand through my hair, I turn back to the brunette. “Just tell me, where is the girl with the brown hair and big tits?”
She gives me a look like I’ve lost my mind, then steps back and runs a hand up and down her body, her giant tits nearly busting out of her costume. “Sounds like I’m exactly what you’re looking for.”
“No,” I grind out, “the other girl with brown hair and big tits.”
She lifts her eyebrows and looks around the room, pointing. I follow her finger as she indicates, like, twelve chicks that fit that description.
Okay, so maybe I’m not thinking straight. I mean, I’m in a fucking strip club. Big tits are part of the territory.
“Sapphire,” I say in frustration, finally finding some bit of sense in the chaos that is my mind. “Where is Sapphire?”
No one says anything for a minute, then a short girl—another brunette with big tits, naturally-approaches me, her eyes a little wide. A little star struck. Like she knows exactly who I am.
Well, that’s fine. As long as she can tell me where Sapphire is.
She stops in front of me, biting her lip nervously. “Derek?”
I nod impatiently. “Yes. Do you know where Sapphire is? Is she working tonight? Is she in the back?”
“I’m Misti.”
Great. Sorry, Misti, but I don’t give a flying fuck what your name is. I barely keep the words from spewing out.
Almost regretfully, she says, “Sapphire got fired last night.”
Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
I’m staggered. I literally feel like I’ve been knocked back by a blast. Fired? I know immediately it’s because of me. Somehow, they found out I had sex with Sapphire and they punished her for it.
Guilt swamps me. She said she loved her job. And now she’s lost it because of me. I can’t regret what we did, but I feel like shit that I caused this. My chest tightens with an unfamiliar feeling, like a heavy weight has settled on me.
I grip Misti’s arm, taking her by surprise. “I need to find her. Where did she go? Did she get a new job somewhere?”
Misti shakes her head. “I don’t know. I mean, I guess that’s what she’ll do. Most likely. But she didn’t say where.”
I exhale sharply through my teeth. “What about her phone? I can’t get in touch with her. I’ve tried and tried to call her, but it’s saying her phone was disconnected.”
She nods. “Those phones were part of working here. When she got fired, they disconnected it.”
I rake my fingers through my hair again, making it
stand on end, mumbling to myself about how I'm supposed to take her back to St. Albans with me when I can’t even find her.
“Thanks,” I mutter to Misti, turning to leave, my very soul feeling crushed.
Sapphire is the one woman I’ve ever truly wanted, and now she’s slipped right through my fingers.
Ella
The next Monday, I sit on a barstool at my favorite bar drinking mimosas with my friends. A couple of them are from my old club, and a couple from some other strip clubs around town.
They’re all laughing and having a good time, but I just can’t get into it. I’ve been depressed for the last two days, not sure if I’ll ever see Derek again.
At first, I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to let myself get so caught up in something with someone who I don’t even really know. That maybe I should just take this as a lesson and learn from it—no sex with clients.
But my heart just can’t get behind that. I know we have a connection that went deeper than sex. That night with him was intense. Crazy. Profound. Like nothing I’ve ever experienced in my life. And I want that. I really do.
I can’t give up the hope that I’ll see him again.
I sigh again, sipping my mimosa.
“You okay, Ella?” Misti leans and gives me a squeeze on the knee. “You look like you just lost your best friend, then got fired, right after somebody kicked your dog.”
I stare at her over my champagne flute.
“Oh, sorry,” she says, her face turning red. “You did just get fired.”
I did. But that’s not why I’m feeling like this. “Yeah, but I can deal with that. I can get another job. What I can’t do is—”
“You’re looking for a job?” my friend Stacie pipes up, leaning forward to rest her arms on the bar and look around Misti.
I shrug. I guess I am, though I can’t really put my heart into it. Not when all my thoughts are consumed with figuring out how I’m supposed to find Derek.
