by T L Swan
I glance out into the yard. The pool area looks like a resort pool.
Fuck off.
This is stupid rich.
I turn the coffee machine on and walk up the hall where I heard his voice come from before. “Hello?”
“In here,” he calls.
I continue up the hall until I come to the room he’s in. It’s an office—a huge, swanky office. He’s sitting behind a large mahogany desk which faces the door, printing out a report. I stand nervously in front of him.
“Is this your house?” I ask meekly.
His eyes meet mine. “Yes.”
“W-who do you live here with?” I stammer.
He sits back in his chair and swings side to side as he assesses me. “I live here alone.”
I look around at the opulent surroundings. “You’re not married?”
His eyes darken and he stands abruptly. “Not married.”
“Girlfriend?” I whisper.
He shakes his head. “No.”
My eyes hold his as he walks toward me. “Do you want the tour of my house?”
I nod because all the words have left my brain.
I follow him out of the office and down the hall. “This is the party room.”
I peer into the room that opens out onto a pool area and I fake a smile.
“This is a guest bedroom.” He gestures to a bedroom to the left.
We keep walking down. “Gym.” He gestures to a room filled with gym equipment. We get to a door and he walks past it.
“What’s in there?” I ask.
He turns to face me. “Laundry room.” He opens the door and I peer in. The room is smaller and darkened, the blind pulled down. For some reason, I like this small room and I walk past him and head into it. He follows me and then closes the door behind him.
Shit. My breath catches.
Suddenly alone together in such a small space, the energy between us starts to zap, and he steps forward to look down at me.
My heart starts to race.
My eyes drop to his large lips and he stands still for a moment as our arousal rises between us. He steps forward again until I am effectively wedged between the washing machine and his hard body.
“I like your laundry room,” I whisper up at him.
He towers above me. “I like you,” he whispers back.
My eyebrows rise. “You do?”
He nods as he steps toward me again.
“But, I have a problem,” he murmurs as he pushes his hips forward against mine.
Oh man. He’s hard. I can feel him through his pants.
“What?” I breathe.
“I’m unable to act on it.”
Holy crap.
“Why?” I whisper.
“I’m not allowed to ask interns out.” His eyes drop to my lips and his hips pin me to the washing machine. He pumps them forward and I nearly combust.
“Nobody has to know what happens between us,” I breathe.
In slow motion, he bends and kisses my neck, and my eyes close by themselves. “Can you keep a secret?” he breathes against my skin.
I nod. I’m unable to answer. This is the best damn laundry room I’ve ever seen. His hands snake around my behind and he pulls me to him, and then his lips are on me. His tongue tentatively brushes against mine as he goes deeper and deeper. His body has me pinned in place so hard, it’s almost painful. His hands move to hold my jaw, positioning me the way he wants me. Holy fucking shit. I have never been kissed like this before.
He’s desperate to have me.
Suddenly we are frantic, as if all the sexual tension we’ve been feeling for the last week is set free in this room. He aggressively lifts me, sitting me on the washing machine and ripping my legs apart so he can move between them. My hands go to the back of his head and he starts to drag me onto his waiting hard cock.
Oh dear God.
His mouth is ravaging my neck, while his hands are roaming up and down my body.
“You feel so fucking good, Bloss,” he growls into my open mouth.
He remembered. He remembered what he called me that night, all those years ago.
He suddenly lifts my legs around his waist, and his hand slips under my blouse to skim my ribcage and cup my breast.
Holy… shit! I’m going to come, right here, right now.
His hand grabs the back of my hair and he pulls it aggressively so that my head tips back and our eyes meet.
“Do you know how badly I want you?” he breathes.
Unable to answer, I nod.
“My bed. Now.” He growls as he grinds me through his pants.
“Cameron,” I whisper. “Work,” I breathe. God, we are supposed to be at an appointment in twenty minutes.
“I can’t wait.”
“You… have to,” I pant.
“I want you now.” He grinds against me hard again as he bites my neck painfully.
Holy crap. This man.
“Tonight,” I breathe. “Tonight, you can have me.”
He kisses me again, slower, as if slightly satisfied with that answer “I want all of you tonight.”
I smile against his lips. Unable to pretend anymore, I whisper the words, “C'est moi qui veut tous vous.
Translation: It’s me that wants all of you.
He smirks as he kisses me. “I fucking knew it was you.” He pulls back to look at me. “Why did you say you didn’t know me?”
I rub my fingers through his stubble as my eyes search his. “Why didn’t you call me?”
“I lost my phone.” Suddenly, his passion turns to regret, and he kisses me softly as he runs his fingers through my hair to straighten it back out. “You’re a bad influence, Ashley Tucker.” He smiles sexily. “Seducing me in my laundry room on my way to work.”
As if a weight has been lifted from my shoulders, I see the fun, carefree man I met in Vegas standing in front of me, and I feel like I can finally be myself with him, once again, as we kiss tenderly.
Oh, it’s still there. That feeling between us is still there.
“What are you going to do when I suck your dick under the desk in your office, Dr. Stanton?” I smile up at him.
His eyes widen. “That can’t happen, Ashley.”
“It might. This tongue gets pretty crazy.” I stick it out and wave it around.
He smirks. “No, I’m serious. I can’t...” He stops, all flustered. “You can’t ever do that. I will lose my job. I’m not supposed to be going anywhere near you. Nobody can know about this. Ever!”
I stand on my tiptoes and run my tongue over his lips. “What if I swallowed?”
He smiles and grabs me roughly as he half tackles me up against the wall. “You’re still a fucking great wife.” He turns me and pushes me in the direction of door and slaps my behind hard.
I stumble as I reach the hallway, and he falls back into his role-play. He gestures to the laundry. “And that’s the laundry room, where dirty things go to be cleaned.”
I laugh and he leans in to kiss me. “I’m going to have to punish you for accidently forgetting me on purpose,” he whispers against my lips.
I bite his bottom lip and drag it out. “That was my plan all along.”
He grabs me hard, and our eyes lock. “You’re going to fucking get it tonight.”
A thrill of excitement runs through me. “And you better have your blue pills ready.”
* * *
It’s 3pm and I am sitting in our hospital’s cafeteria with Amber and the other interns. Cameron and I spent the morning at the children’s hospital, and I practically floated around the corridor watching him with the children, mesmerized by everything that came out of his perfect mouth. He was focused on his job, but when we left he stole a kiss in the car and promised me more carnal things. I’m hardly able to wipe the goofy grin from my face. He kissed me. He’s still here—the beautiful, witty guy I met in Vegas is still alive, he just hides himself at work under this serious exterior. It’s a requirement of being in
the medical profession, but I’m so glad that I’m the one getting to peek behind his mask. I’m bursting to ring Jenna and tell her of the latest development.
“I’m just going to go to the bathroom.”
“Okay,” they all reply, distracted.
I walk up the hall and dial her number. She answers on the first ring. “Hello? Oh my God. Guess what?” she cries out.
“What?”
“Elliot asked me out tomorrow night.”
I smile broadly. “Great.” I bite my bottom lip. “Holy shit. I have news, too.”
“What?”
“We kissed. I ‘fessed up to knowing him.”
“What?”
“I know. He’s still the same. He hasn’t changed at all and he wants to see me tonight,” I whisper as I screw up my face. That means she has to babysit again. “Is that okay?”
“Oh my God, yes, of course.” She laughs. “Oh hang on, aren’t you working at Exotic tonight?”
“No.”
“Yes, remember that girl asked you to swap the shift.”
“Oh fuck. Is… Is that tonight?” I stammer.
“Yes, hang on. Let me check the diary on my phone.” She disappears for a minute and then comes back. “Yes, you start at nine.”
“Fuck’s sake,” I whisper. I rub my hand through my hair in despair. I want to see him tonight. Damn it.
“Just make it tomorrow night.”
I frown. “No, you have your date with Elliot tomorrow night.” I pause as I think of a solution. “Doesn’t matter. Maybe the next night.” I smile sadly.
“Sounds good. Woohoo, look at us go.” She laughs. “Elliot called me twice today already.”
“It’s been a great day. See you tonight, babe.”
“Bye.”
I hang up and blow out a defeated breath. Maybe I should call in sick tonight. But then I won’t get paid and I really need the money.
Damn it, why do I have to have this shitty fucking job? I drag my feet back to the cafeteria feeling very sorry for myself, only to find that Cameron is sitting with the other interns. This day just got a little better. I take a seat opposite him. “Hello.” I smile.
“Hello, Ashley.” Our eyes linger on each other. Amber is already deep in flirtation mode with him. “So, Dr. Stanton, what do you do to unwind?” she asks as she runs her fingers through her long, dark hair
“I like Vegas and ice cream shops,” he answers without hesitation.
I smirk at the floor. His memory is spot on, I click into my Facebook account on my phone to message him.
“What are you doing over there?” Amber asks as her eyes flash to me.
“Just downloading the Find My Phone app,” I reply. Amber frowns. “I would hate to ever have to give a lame excuse to someone about losing my phone.”
Cameron’s eyes hold mine and he tries his hardest to hide his sarcastic grin. He fails miserably. I flick onto Facebook and message him.
Change of plans
He keeps talking to Amber and I roll my eyes.
I continue my one-sided conversation.
My mother is flying in unannounced and I can’t do tonight.
Can we do Friday instead?
He laughs at something Amber has said and I frown as I keep typing.
Sorry, it’s annoying.
I really wanted to see you tonight
I fake a smile as I act like I know what they are talking about, and I hold my phone up to him as he glances over at me. Look at your phone, stupid. He takes the hint and opens his Facebook. I start talking to Scott who is on the other side of me. A message bounces back.
No
I read it and frown. He glares at me, and I type back.
What do you mean no?
He responds.
I’m seeing you tonight.
Tell your mother she can see you on Friday.
I fake a smile and reply. Somebody is horny.
Don’t be a baby. I will see you Friday.
A message fires back immediately.
I mean it. Stop pissing me off.
I fake a smile as I start to become infuriated.
Friday. Take it or leave it!
He answers.
Leave it!
Oh… this guy is something else. Hasn’t he ever been told no before?
I reply.
Stop being so high maintenance
He reads the message and his eyes bulge in fury. I can’t hide my smirk. God, he’s like a two–year-old. He types his message with so much force, I’m surprised he doesn’t crack the screen.
I’m not high maintenance.
Although you may soon be no maintenance.
I smile sweetly at him across the group and he purses his lips in anger. I reply sweetly.
When you are finished
being a spoilt brat…
Call me
I stand and smile at the group. “I’m getting back to it, guys. See you later.”
He narrows his eyes and I walk up the hall to visit Gloria.
Club Exotic - 10pm
I walk along the back of the club wearing my long, dark wig and my next to nothing cream leather outfit. My mind is on Cameron Stanton and what I could be doing tonight. I’m collecting drinks again. I think this is my favorite job here at Club Exotic. I get to see what is going on and walk around without making a million drinks for a million men.
“Vivienne.”
I turn to see the man from the other night. “Hello.”
He grabs my hand. “Have you come looking for me?” He smiles sexily.
I laugh. “No.” I take my hand out of his and bend to pick up a glass from a table. “I’m collecting glasses.”
His hand drops to my behind as his eyes travel to my breasts. “I will get you into the Escape Lounge.” He raises a sexy eyebrow. “You do know that, right?”
I shake my head and smirk. “Keep dreaming.”
He bends and kisses my cheek. “Very soon, Vivienne.” He then brushes by me before he heads down to the Escape Lounge. I smirk as my eyes follow him. He is one sexy son of a bitch.
“Ashley,” a familiar voice snaps, and I turn to see Cameron standing behind me. He’s furious. I can practically see the red glow around him.
My eyes widen. Oh no.
“Or should I call you Vivienne?” He sneers.
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Ashley
“C-Cameron.” I stammer.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” He growls.
I step back, shocked at his venom. “I’m working.” I glance around nervously.
“You work in a brothel?” he yells.
“Is everything okay here?” My boss Eliza interrupts.
Oh no. I’ve hardly seen her out on the floor since I started and she chooses now to show up. She glances between the two of us in question.
Cameron regains his composure. “I was just asking Vivienne to give me a lap dance.” He fakes a smile.
My mouth drops open in horror. What the hell is he doing?
Eliza smiles warmly. “I’m sorry, Vivienne doesn’t work in that part of the club, although I’m trying to persuade her.” She puts her arm around me affectionately.
Cameron narrows his eyes at me in contempt.
“I just work at the bar…” I interrupt.
“I can get someone else to give you a lap dance, sir?” Eliza smiles warmly.
Cameron’s eyes meet mine. “Yeah. That would be fantastic.”
I glare at him.
“I’ll make sure you are well looked after tonight, sir.” Eliza smiles. “Take a seat down in chair two and I will have one of our best girls on your lap in just a moment.”
His eyes hold mine for a moment before he smirks and disappears down the stairs.
My anger starts to boil. So he expects me to watch him get a lap dance from another woman?
Like hell.
“I will do his lap dance, Eliza.”
She frowns. “Are you sure?”
“Yep.”
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“Do you know what to do?”
“Yes, I sat in on Ebony’s class the other night before my shift.” Thankfully Ebony teaches lap dancing classes once a month for the new girls, and I just happened to arrive early.
She smiles and grabs my hand in hers. “You’re going to love it. I can’t tell you how excited I am for you.” She glances down at me. “You will have to go and get the correct uniform on.”
I nod. “Okay.” I turn my attention back to Cameron as I watch him down on the level below, talking to a girl as she gets his drink. He listens attentively to something she says and then he smiles sexily before he falls into the large, leather chair and makes himself comfortable as he waits for his private dance.
Asshole.
I’m raging mad. I couldn’t see him tonight, so he comes here to fuck an Escape girl on the sly.
Oh, he’s something else.
He may not survive this. He may bleed to death when I bite off his dick mid dance.
I march to the dressing room where the assistant is folding clothes.
“I need a lap dancing uniform,” I snap.
She frowns.
“Please,” I add. Oh hell, this isn’t her fault. What’s wrong with me? “Sorry for being rude.”
She is in her fifties and kind looking, curvy, with a perfect silver bob hairstyle. She’s also very well dressed. “Are you okay, dear?” she asks.
I nod as I try to calm my anger. “Yes…” I pause. “I’m just having a really shitty night, you know?”
She smiles. “Oh, I know.”
I smile back. She’s nice.
“What size are you?”
I look up to the clothes hanging perfectly on the rack and I blow out a breath. “I don’t know.”
“Undress and put this on.” She hands me the cream, sheer, small organza top, and I stare down at it.
“I don’t think I can do this…” I sigh.
“Sure you can.” She hands me a pair of skimpy leather shorts and I glance around, looking for a change room.
“Just dress here darling, I’ve seen it all.”
Oh man. Okay. I slide my leather skirt down my legs and stand before her in my lace panties before I slide the short hot pants up and into place. I turn and glance at my behind in the mirror. “Oh jeez. These are skimpy.”
“That’s the plan, love.” She laughs. “Take your top off.”
I close my eyes. I can’t believe I’m taking my clothes off in front of this woman. I glance around nervously and slide my leather, lace up top off over my shoulders. I stand before her, topless and vulnerable. No other woman has ever seen my boobs before. Not even my mom, I don’t think.