by Sarah Bale
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Daisy and the Dead- Chapter One
Virgin Wars- Chapter One
Hard for the Money
Sarah Bale
Copyright © 2017 by Sarah Bale
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Hard for the Money / Sarah Bale. -- 1st ed
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To Liza – for inspiring me to write this. You’re the best!
Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Coming Soon
Also by Sarah Bale:
Daisy and the Dead- Chapter One
Virgin Wars- Chapter One
About the Author
The Men of Bangers are charming, attentive, and unapologetic in their love of women. Most of all they crave fulfilling your darkest, most forbidden fantasies… for a price. But what will it take to bring these bad boys to their knees?
Meet Ridge:
I get hard for one thing and one thing only.
Money.
My name is Ridge and I’ll rock your world… for a price.
When SHE walks into my club wearing a dress that barely covers her ass, all bets are off. She’s been the source of every hard-on I’ve had for a long time and now I’m going to do something about it.
I’m a one-night only type of man, but that’ll be enough to show her what she’s missed out on. And then I’ll finally get her off my mind.
** Warning: This is a fast paced book that will make you squirm in your seat. The conclusion to the series ends in a HEA that will leave you satisfied. **
Chapter 1
“Oh, god. Yes.” The redhead beneath me moans.
I lower myself so our bodies are touching and rub my bare chest against her, moving up. Her nipples are like little pebbles and I resist tweaking one. We’re not there yet and she certainly hasn’t dropped enough money. But she’s paid enough for my hand to trail up her inner thigh, barely skimming over her soaked panties.
“Are you wet, love?” I murmur into her ear.
I rub my five o’clock shadow against the sensitive spot on her neck and she shudders. Women fucking love that trick and I smile.
“Yes, Ridge. I am. So wet.”
I nip her earlobe. “Mmm. You’re a filthy girl, aren’t you?”
She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me in for a kiss she won’t get. Not for free, at least. I turn my head and blow cool air on her bare shoulder. The third song is almost over and so is her time with me. Time for the big move.
I press her back against the couch and put my thigh between her legs. She’s already moaning and I’m about to push her as close to the edge as she’ll get with me. I do a body roll and she lifts her hips in response until we’re dry humping. Her flimsy dress inches upward and I help it along with my hands.
To her – we’re practically fucking. But the truth is she’s humping my leg like a bitch in heat. I thread my fingers through her hair, careful not to pull her extensions out, and tug. Hard. She gasps and bucks her hips. I blow hot air against her neck and lick the skin. Her nails scrape down my back and I know I’ve got her.
“You’re so fucking dirty and sexy. I love it.”
I rub my nose against hers. Her eyes dilate as I hover above her. The song ends and I pull away. She’s already reaching for her wallet.
“How much to buy you off the floor?”
“Sorry, love. I’m booked for the night.”
She frowns.
“But if you come in tomorrow I’m available.”
She nibbles her lip. “What about later tonight?”
“My rates go up after hours.”
“Name your price, Ridge.”
And just like that another one bites the dust.
After I drop her off at her table I go backstage, counting my money. She tips well, so I’ll keep her around. And she’s not bad to look at, so if we end up fucking it’ll be okay.
The customers would be shocked to see the backstage area of Bangers, the private club I work at. The main floor is meant to seduce. But back here we can cut up and be ourselves. I stop by my locker and put the cash in my lockbox. Grabbing a towel, I strip down as I go to the shower to rinse off.
The redhead is pretty, but wears a shit-ton of perfume. Can’t have the next customer smelling another woman on me. It’s bad for business.
Diesel steps into the shower stall next to the one I’m in and says, “There’s a big group coming in. Bachelorette party.”
Diesel is new to the game, but treats stripping like a business, like I do. And he avoids drama that naturally lives in the club. He’s a good guy.
“Have they been assigned a dancer?”
Diesel shakes his head. Good. The floor manager owes me a favor, so I’ll make sure our names get put down. It’ll be easy money. I turn to rinse under the lukewarm water.
“Looks like your cat had claws.” Diesel points over the little wall separating us.
I look over my shoulder. Fuck. She marked me. I’ll put a stop to that tonight. I turn off the water and towel off before putting a clean fullback on. A few of the guys use cock rings to fill out their underwear, but I’m big enough that I don’t. Some people are just born lucky.
One of the waiters sits at a table, texting on his phone.
“Go get Mario for me.”
He scurries off and I take his vacated seat. Mario comes up to me a few moments later, iPad in hand.
“You rang?”
I cut my eyes. Smartass.
“Heard there’s a party coming in. Put Diesel and me down.”
Mario sighs, but won’t go against me. I bring money to this club. Without me they’d be fucked. They know it. I know it.
“Done. They’ll be here at eleven. Bride’s name is Emilee.”
My chest tightens. It’s a common name, but I can’t help but wonder if it’s her. My best friend - her brother - mentioned she’s engaged to some prick she met her first semester of college.
“Let me know when the party is here. I’ll do ‘Addicted to Love’.”
‘Addicted to Love’ is my most popular routine. Slow. Sexy. And involves a lot of contact with the hot seat. Plus, brides usually love the tux I wear.
Mario nods. “Will do.”
As he leaves, I call out, “Send me over a tequila.”
I don’t usually drink on the job, but tonight calls for it. Glancing at the clock I see I have a few hours to kill. I toss my drink back and go out to the main floor. The redhead beams when I stop at her table.
“Want to have some fun?”
We go to the private rooms and I unlock my door. This is different than a VIP dance and she knows it. Instead of a couch there’s a bed and a lone nightstand. The walls are black and the linen on the mattress is red silk. The room screams one thing – sex.
She turns to me, but I stop her by putting my hand on her chest. “The rate is one thousand.”
She opens her clutch and pulls out the money without blinking. I knew she’d be a good customer. Music from the main floor plays on overhead speakers. The air has a spicy scent thanks to hidden air-fresheners. It’s all to set the mood and it’s working.
I lead the redhead to the bed. She starts to sit, but I spin her around and rub my dick against her back. I’m not hard, but she doesn’t care. She leans against me and I reach around, cupping her breasts through her dress. Her tits are fake, but good quality.
While I fondle her, I suck and nibble her earlobe and neck. She’s into it, but guides my hand lower. Ah. A woman who knows what she wants. I cup her mound through her dress and she moans. Then I hike the material up and rip her thong off.
“Hey!” She giggles and I know she’s not mad.
“Will your husband notice you’re missing your panties?” I ask against her ear as I run my finger through her trimmed pubic hair.
Her appearance screams ‘trophy wife’ and that’s my favorite kind to fuck. Well kept in every way, they enjoy sharing their good fortune with me. Plus, the rock on her finger is a dead giveaway. Her husband is older and likes to flaunt his wealth.
Her hips rock against my hand and I flick her clit in response.
“He won’t notice,” she finally says.
I slip a digit inside her. “Then it’s his loss.”
I finger-fuck her until she comes. She tilts her face up and I finally kiss her on the mouth. Our tongues dance together until I get hard. Sometimes it takes longer, but not with her.
“How much more do you want, baby?”
I never fuck a customer unless it’s clear they want it, too. She turns so we’re face to face.
“I… I want you to fuck me.”
I kiss her again. “Then take off your dress.”
She does as she’s told and I take off my fullback. She’s in her forties, but her body is rocking. I tell her this and she smiles at me.
“It’s all the yoga I do.”
I tweak her nipple and reply. “I approve.”
She licks her lips and I know whatever comes out of her mouth next is going to be good.
“Could I… I mean… is there anyway while we’re doing this… can I be on top?”
Her cheeks are red, but I’m more turned on now than ever. I pull her flush against my body and kiss her.
“Never be ashamed to ask for what you want in the bedroom.”
“It’s just--my husband likes routine.”
Ah.
I fall onto the bed, letting my legs fall open. She stares at my dick, eyes darkening with lust.
“There’s a condom in the nightstand.”
She opens the drawer and pulls out the package. She’ll never know the rest of the box is in the hidden area underneath the nightstand. To her – there’s one because she’s the only one I’m fucking.
“What else is in here?” She asks, digging around.
Massage oil, lube, a blindfold, and wipes for afterward. I think of everything. She lifts the lube.
“I usually need this with my husband.”
She’s close enough that I reach out and run my finger through her slit. She’s still drenched from coming earlier. I rub her juices around and she moans.
“I think you’ll do just fine on your own tonight.”
This makes her giggle.
“Now, hop on up here. My cock is aching to be inside of you.”
She rolls the condom on without fumbling too much. With one hand she guides herself onto my dick. I’m big, so it takes a few tries before we both sigh in pleasure. I let her set the pace as we fuck, but I can’t help but play with her nipples. I’m a breast man and she’s got a nice pair.
Her thrusts become more frantic, so I hold onto her hips.
“Oh! Yes! Yes!”
I make appropriate sounds in response.
“That’s right, baby. Fuck me like that. Yeah!”
Her pussy clenches around my dick as she comes. I thrust until my stomach tingles. When I come, she cries out and comes again, too. She falls against my chest and sighs. I hold her close and take a quick peek at my watch. One grand in thirty minutes. Not too bad.
She lifts her head. “Do you make house calls?”
I smile. “For you, I will.”
We’ll negotiate the prices later. For now, I let her snuggle against me and tell herself whatever lie she needs to ease the guilt she’s feeling. They all feel it, but it doesn’t stop them from coming back for more.
Chapter 2
The redhead leaves, but not before tipping me and giving me her number. I put it in my phone as someone I’ll definitely call back. I shower again and join Diesel at a table backstage.
He grins. “Looks like you’ve been busy.”
I shrug. “She’s nice and it’s easy money.”
Diesel frowns at this.
“What?”
“My regular is getting clingy.”
It happens. A lot. They all expect the fairy tale ending that just doesn’t exist.
“Have you ended it?”
“No. She’s here with Rod tonight. Trying to make me jealous.”
I slap his back. “You’ll find your groove.”
“Maybe I’ll get lucky tonight.” He wiggles his eyebrows.
Just then Mario comes up to us.
“Get your asses out there. The group arrived and they’ve already bought three bottles.”
Drunk women went one of two ways. They’re either fun and tip well – or don’t. Diesel rolls his eyes. We both spray cologne over our bodies and go to the main floor. The bridal party is easy to spot. A shit-ton of pink clothes, penis tiaras, and laughter.
I walk up to the VIP area and the attendant lifts the velvet ropes. Sure enough, the table has three bottles of vodka and the drinks are already being poured.
“Hello, ladies.” I give them my panty-dropping smile.
One of the females gasps. “He has dimples.”
“That accent. Oh my gosh!”
Someone pokes my thigh. “Come here, sexy man.”
I hold up my hand, laughing. “Which one of you ladies is Emilee?”
The group parts and my dick twitches.
She smiles up at me. “Hello, Ridge.”
God damn. I’m stunned for a moment. But just one.
“Emilee, congratulations on your upcoming nuptials. I hope you’ll allow yourself one night of fun, though.” I wink at the other ladies. “What happens at Bangers stays at Bangers.”
This gets the expected giggles. But Emilee stares at me with her dark eyes.
Diesel joins the party with two trays of tube-shots.
“Who’s ready for a blow-job shot?”
He explains how the shot is taken and a woman volunteers. I grab a tube and slip it in the front of my fullback, leaving a few inches out. I turn to Emilee.
“Bride goes first.”
Her tongue darts out across her full lips as her friends urge her on. She leans forward and I catch her chin with my finger.
“Brace yourself, love. I’ve been told I’m a lot to take.”
Her friends cheer and catcall while her face turns a sexy shade of pink. She holds onto my hips, leaning forward. Her hot breath hits my stomach right before her tongue darts across my skin. I look down, surprised. She wraps her mouth over the rim of the tube and tilts her head, emptying the shot into her mouth.
God damn.
I grab another shot from the tray. “My turn.”
I put the tube between her breasts, pushing it down so there’s barely anything showing. Her body shakes with laugher as I fish it out. But I take my time. I lick the top of her breast, tasting her skin. Then I lick her cleavage.
Her tits are bigger than most women’s, and they’re real, which is fucking hot. Her nipples harden when I lick again and I groan. Diesel says something behind me and the women laugh. Glancing up, I mee
t Emilee’s heated gaze. I put the tube between my lips and take the shot.
Turning from her, I ask, “Who’s next?”
Three hands shoot up and I chuckle. One of the woman slips money into the side of my fullback, rubbing against me. Looks like I’ve found my next volunteer. I play nice with each of the other ladies, but avoid Emilee. She sits back, drinking out of a cup shaped like dick, watching me.
Finally, I sit next to her. “Ever have one that big?”
“Excuse me?”
I point to the cup. “A dick.”
“I know what you mean, Ridge.”
I grin. “Well?”
“No.”
I lean so we’re touching. “That’s a shame.”
That familiar spark is there, but I fight it.
I stand. “Well ladies, I hate to run, but I’m up next. I hope to see all your sexy faces by the main stage.”
Diesel and the waiter will make sure they’re in front of the stage. It’s part of the bridal package. Does Emilee know what’s about to happen? I give her one last look before I leave the VIP area and go backstage.
I change into my tux and wait by the curtain for Rod to finish. He likes to show off, but real talent doesn’t require that.
I see Diesel lead Emilee up the stairs by the DJ booth. He slips the blindfold over her eyes. Even from where I’m at I see her skin darken in a blush. Well. Well. Well. What do we have here?
Rod finally leaves the stage, picking up his measly singles. It’s laughable. He shoves past me, but I’m in too good of a mood to care. Emilee is led to the chair in the middle of the stage. She sits and primly crosses her legs at the ankles.
Diesel joins me by the curtain.
“Do you know her?”
I shake my head and the lie rolls off my tongue. “No. Why?”
“She said something after you left that made me wonder. Maybe she’s just a fan?”
