Girl For Rent: A Dark Romantic Comedy

by Dark Angel

  I continue running my hands all over my body, peeling my clothes off as I hustle for tips. It’s what I know best. It’s my talent. All the girls in this club are constantly giving me side-eye. I know they hate me.

  I mean, I showed up at the Lusty Lady out of nowhere yesterday and was hired on the spot. I immediately started getting all the best customers, all the tips. I can’t help it. I’m a VIP world-class stripper.

  They can hate me if they want. It doesn’t matter. Nothing really matters now that I don’t have Derek. I’m just going to keep doing what I do best. I’ll dance here for a while until I recoup the money I spent coming here to find Derek. I don’t want to spend another penny of my hard-earned savings now. I’ll keep dancing, then maybe I’ll travel the world. See everything there is out there. I can dance anywhere. Pay my way by taking jobs at the world’s most elite strip clubs.

  Maybe that will help me find some kind of happiness again. Even though right now, I don’t feel like anything will fix the way my heart feels.

  The song ends and I go offstage, taking my stack of bills with me back to the dressing room. It’s only a matter of time before I start getting requests for private dances tonight from the men who just watched me onstage.

  I toss my money in my locker and sit down in front of the mirror to touch up my makeup and hair.

  When I’m done, I lean forward, resting my chin in my hands.

  “What’s up with you?” one of the girls asks. I can’t tell if she really wants to know, or if she’s just being a jealous bitch. It’s hard to care.

  I shrug. “Just trying to get my head in the game.”

  She snorts. “Shouldn’t be all that hard considering you’ve raked in all the money tonight. And last night.”

  I hear the bitterness in her voice. Yep, she doesn’t like me.

  “Where did you even come from, anyway?”

  I sigh. “Doesn’t matter. And don’t worry. I won’t be here long. Just long enough to get enough money to move on to the next place.”

  She seems to consider that, then smiles. “Well good. I guess I can be your friend then if you aren’t going to take all the good clients forever.”

  “Friend?” I arch an eyebrow.

  “You look like you could use a friend. Want to talk about it?” Her eyes are full of sincerity now that she knows I’m not as big of a threat as she thought.

  “I did something stupid.”

  She just waits while I think back over everything that happened. Then I sum it up in four words.

  “I fell in love.”

  Her eyes go big, like she gets it. “With a client?”

  I nod miserably, telling her about that night in Manhattan when Derek came in, about how we fucked, how I felt a connection with him like nothing I ever felt before. Then how I got fired and came to find him. I leave out the fact that the guy was actually the Crown Prince of St. Albans, not sure how she’d feel about that.

  “Wow,” she breathes, then opens her mouth to say something else when we’re interrupted by a commotion coming from the girls outside the dressing room. Their voices are chattering away excitedly, but I can’t make out what they’re saying. The girl I’m talking to—whose name I didn’t even catch—stands up and peeks out the door, then looks back at me excitedly.

  “Hang on, I’ve got to see what this is about.”

  She slips out the door, but I don’t follow her. I can’t find it in me to care. I just want to be done with this night so I can go back to my hotel and wallow in my misery, feeling sorry for myself.

  The DJ’s voice filters in over the speakers, telling all the strippers in the club to line up on stage.

  What the fuck?

  All the strippers on stage? Like we’re in a fucking pageant or something. I wonder if they’ll notice if I don’t go. Maybe I can get away with hiding out back here since I’m new. I’ll play dumb.

  That’s exactly what I’m doing when my new friend pokes her head back in the dressing room. I can hear the commotion backstage getting even louder, but it’s so chaotic that I have no idea what they’re talking about. All I know is that there’s some vibe of excited energy rolling through them all.

  “Ella, you want to get out here.” Her eyes are glowing.

  I wrinkle my nose. “Do I have to?”

  She nods eagerly. “All strippers on stage. Right now. No exceptions.”

  I sigh and push away from my stool. “I really don’t want to.”

  “I think you might change your mind in just a minute.” She grabs my hand and pulls me out the door and toward the line forming just offstage.

  I take a spot at the end of the line as she goes and peeks through the curtains. When she comes back, her face is flushed.

  “I had to see for myself,” she breathes. “Ella, you aren’t going to fucking believe what’s going on.”

  Derek

  It didn’t take me long after Melissa left for me to figure out what happened. I should've seen through her immediately. But once I realized she was pulling her tricks on both Ella and I, I jumped into action.

  And that’s exactly where I’ve been for the last two days. In the middle of the action at every strip club in the entire kingdom. Melissa wasn’t lying about the fact that Ella went back to stripping. But I finally forced her to admit what she said to Ella to send her running.

  I gathered my royal retinue together, forming a plan to seek out all the strippers in the entire kingdom. We’ve been to every single club with one goal in mind. To find Ella.

  I knew right away that she might be in disguise like she was that first night we met, wearing a wig or hiding herself. But I have a plan. It’s foolproof.

  As I walk into the Lusty Lady, I pull Ella’s thong from my pocket and lift it to my nose yet again, taking a deep whiff. Her scent—the same one I got very reacquainted with two nights ago—fills my nose, giving me the feeling of both comfort and longing. I need to sink my tongue back inside that delicious pussy again, and I won’t stop until I make it happen.

  She has to be here. She wasn’t at any of the other clubs we’ve been to, and this is the last one in the kingdom.

  The first club we went to was quite an experience, everyone shocked into silence when I told them what I wanted. I guess my request was a bit different.

  But having all the strippers line up to let me smell their thongs is the only way to know for sure if it’s her if she’s in disguise.

  Yeah, I know. Tell me about it. It’s like some crazy fetish.

  But fuck. I have to find her, and she might not reveal herself to me any other way. I know that scent. I’ll recognize her instantly.

  The first line of girls had no idea what to expect, and I guess I didn’t either. I started to wonder what I’d gotten myself into when the first ass in my face came with some equipment that Ella is definitely not packing. Then there was the woman who couldn’t keep herself still for long enough for me to get close, those round globes jiggling in my face as she shook with excitement. I finally had to have her take of her thong and just let me smell that. Of course, it wasn’t Ella.

  As I make my way toward the front of the Lusty Lady, Travers goes to speak with the owner, telling him what we want. They never say no and never comment on what they really think about this fucked up search. I mean, I’m the fucking prince.

  Suddenly the club is in chaos as all the other clients are ushered out the front door and my royal retinue gets everything set up. I hear all the girls in the back chattering excitedly. Fuck, I hope Ella is one of them.

  I clear my throat and look at the woman who is clearly in charge of getting the girls together. “Every girl. Am I clear? I don’t want a single one of your girls hiding out or trying to get out of this. Every. Single. Girl. Must be on stage.”

  She nods, her eyes wide. I settle down on a chair in the middle of the stage and grip Ella’s thong in my hand. It’s like a life raft anchoring me to her in the chaotic sea of strippers that are about to accost me with their scent
s. I take another deep inhale, letting the scent settle into my body.

  Then I gear up for what’s about to go down. I should be used to it by now, but every time I can’t help thinking that Ella has truly driven me mad if it’s come to this. It’s mad love, for sure.

  The first stripper approaches me, turning around and bending over, arching her back so her ass is shoved right in my face. Gritting my teeth and hoping against hope, I breathe out through my mouth, then lean forward and take a long, slow, deep inhalation.

  I sit back with a sigh. “Not her. Next.”

  The next one changes things up a bit, facing me as she lifts her leg and hooks her red six-inch heel on the back of my chair, shoving her crotch right in my face.

  Fucking hell. I catch Travers looking at me with that same horrified expression he’s worn for two days, and I grimace as I lean forward, again drawing in a fucking huge breath through my nose.

  I immediately wave her away, jerking back. “Next.”

  The strippers parade by, each one taking their turn to shove their crotches in my face, letting me catch their scent just long enough to know.

  And not a fucking one of them has that sweet, sexy aroma that my Ella has.

  I rake my fingers through my hair, more than a little disheartened. Fuck, who am I kidding? I’m fucking devastated. That’s all of them here. And this is the last club in the kingdom.

  “Is that all your girls?” I demand, not willing to believe that I’ve searched the entire kingdom, smelling every thong, and none of them have been her.

  The woman looks at me and nods, eyes wide. “That’s all.”

  “Go check again,” I command, but I know it’s useless.

  She disappears behind the curtain, and I sink back in my chair. I have no idea where to go from here. Dejected, I lift Ella’s thong to my nose again and close my eyes, wondering if this is all I have left of her.

  Hands settle on my shoulders as a soft breath trails across my neck, causing a shiver to go through me. Then the sweetest voice whispers in my ear.

  “If you keep holding that thong, how am I supposed to rub my crotch in your face? I might have to break your arms. It’ll be like face-fucking the Venus de Milo.”

  Ella

  Only Derek would do something so insane as line up strippers and sniff their thongs to find me. I mean, sure some girls would think that’s weird. Some people might even think it's gross. But I love that Derek would do anything to find me. I love that Derek finds my pussy’s natural musk so intoxicating that he used it to find me.

  I may not be a real princess or anything, but I do have a real Prince Charming that puts the “charm” in that. My eyes actually start to water when he turns to face me. Our gazes meet and the emotion wells up within me.

  “I’ll need to sniff your thong, Ella,” Derek says, but he can’t hold back his grin. I mean, he gave away the whole part where he believes it's me already when he said my name like he loved me more than anything in the world. And damn that feels good because I love him more than anything in the world, too.

  “I see that you were,” I say, pointing to the souvenir from our first night together. “Have you really been carrying that around?” I know he has before he even answers. The idea that he’s kept a memento in his pocket, a memory of me, it touches me in a way that’s about to make my lower lip tremble if I don’t chill out.

  “I have, Ella … and it isn’t like I wouldn’t know the scent of your delicious pussy anywhere, but after the different looks I’ve seen, I needed to know I’d found you.” Several of the women in the club are crossing their arms and watching this, as if I have perfectly wronged them. I’m so awash with happiness that I can’t even be bothered to glare at them or point some resting bitch face at them. No, I just keep this almost silly grin spread over my face because he’s mine. Derek Van Windsor, Crown Prince of St. Albans, loves me and searched his kingdom for me. “I didn’t know if you even wanted to see me, so of course I had to wrangle up every stripper I could in the whole kingdom until I found the woman I’m going to marry.” Derek licks his lips and gives me the most achingly handsome, passionate look I’ve ever seen. At once he’s charming, and he’s pleading. He’s laying it all out there, as if I don’t want him just as much as he clearly wants me. “If you’ll have me.”

  For a moment I can’t breathe, I’m so fucking excited. I run toward him, as short a distance as it is, and wrap my arms around him. I can’t stand the idea of him waiting a second longer to have an answer but I have to touch him.

  He pulls at my waist and I wrap my legs around him, too.

  “Of course I’ll have you. In true Della tradition, I say that I have you in the VIP room,” I say. I watch his eyebrows knit. “Or would you prefer our couple name be Elerek? I mean that sounds awful to me, Della works at least…” I stop babbling because Derek is already carting me off toward the VIP room and the need for babbling long since passes when you can get 12 inches of Prince piped right inside you. Who needs to talk over that?

  My heart is so light, so happy now that I have to make a joke. I mean, there’s a certain absurdity to the situation I just can’t leave alone. I think the way Derek is so over the top is really one of the best things about him. I’ll never have to question what matters to him again because he practically has a sign around his neck. “Most men can’t get away with proposing like that so soon after they were sniffing the crotches of other women.” Okay, so I still have some tease left in me and like he’s earned this by sniffing the panties of every stripper in the kingdom.

  But I’m also yanking off my clothes like I have a personal vendetta against them or something because I need to be bared skin against Derek’s mouth, his body, his cock. I crave him more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life. Even the few seconds it takes to pull off my clothes is maddening.

  “Well, I’m not most men at all.” Derek laughs, tearing off his own clothes. Watching him unwrap my package – those eight-pack abs, those defined muscles in his thighs, his firm pecs, and of course that magical, massive, monster cock? Damn, my mouth is watering at the sight of him.

  We both get completely naked as quickly as we can. We don’t have time to waste! There’s already been too much time apart, and we both know it, so we run toward each other. When we meet, we’re a wet mess of kissing and fondling each other, a tangled mess of lips and hands and hips, all pressing together, desperate to connect. Our bodies are moving with a desperation like we were lost at sea. In a way, it was exactly like that, having tides pull us apart and being unsure of how to find each other or what direction we were even going in. I never want to be lost like that again. I’ve found everything I desire in loving Derek, and I won’t ever let anything come between us again.

  And I know that he feels the same way because I know what he did to get here! No man would go through all this trouble, and resist the quite obvious temptations, if he didn’t really care. Any woman would practically kill to be his, and he knows that. But Derek wants me. I want him.

  “You certainly aren’t.” I press my lips against his but rather than kiss him just yet, I relish the feeling of his warmth on my lips. I know that he’s mine. I stroke up and down his arms and savor the sensation of him, and finally start to kiss him. He's tender and patient for a few seconds before the wellspring of passion he’s certainly been saving for this moment threatens to burst.

  Derek needs me so bad that we aren’t even getting horizontal. He backs us up against a wall and lifts one of my arms over my head with one hand and one of my legs with his other hand. His knees spread my thighs apart and he slides into me. His cock fills me up so tight and completely that a low moan escapes my lips at just the sensation.

  Derek fucks me against the wall so there’s absolutely no give in his unrelenting thrusts. No man has ever made me feel claimed or owned before, and I’ve never even wanted that, but the rough yet tender way he’s slamming into me and marking me as his makes me literally swoon at the idea of being his forever.r />
  His mouth is over mine but we’re both breathing over each other’s lips, sucking in air by the lungful and trying to keep up with the furious intensity of our arousal.

  “Fuck I want to be inside your pussy forever,” Derek moans, burying his face in my neck. His hands grip my hips and he slams even harder and deeper into me.

  I take my now free hands and lock them behind his neck, holding him close to me. “I was made for you, Derek. I love you so much!” I cry out, the sensation of his teeth on my neck sending shivers through my body.

  I start grinding my clit against him while he pumps into me, and the effect is almost instant. I’m tremoring, covered in sweat, a slick sheen shimmering all over my body.

  “Hold tight,” Derek says, and I comply so that he can carry me over to the couch. It's silly, but after all of the stress of our separations, I’m all warm and gooey inside when he holds me, when he says such mushy things like hold tight, even if he means it literally right now. Still, I'll hold tight to him so he can move me and fuck me like only he knows how. And I'll hold tight to him in my heart and never let him go. He pulls his cock out of me and puts me up on my knees so that my back is to his stomach. His hands close over mine, fingers entwining. His cock strokes into me.

  I can’t believe how deep, how perfect he feels inside me. Pushing back against him, I thrust myself backward and squeeze his cock with all the strength my pussy has. Derek fucks me so thoroughly that I could cum from any one of the ways that he touches me, but when his mouth goes back to my neck, I know right now there’s only one way.

  Just when I’m right on the edge, the very cusp of my orgasm, I collapse from the peak because Derek pulls out!

  “Fuuuuck!” I cry out, and he gives me that mischievous grin.

  “I need you,” I yelp, and before he can slam back into me, I flip myself around and wrap my legs around him, pulling him forward and guiding his perfect cock back into my pussy. I take him so deep it feels like I might burst, but I need every inch of him inside my pussy.