“That actually sounds pretty amazing,” I said leaning back, thinking about my parents and their constant nagging.
“I don’t know,” she said, lifting an eyebrow. “You don’t seem tough enough to deal with it.”
“Ah, you underestimate me, Adriana,” I said. “Though you may be right. I do like my coffee served on a tray and a soft pillow under my head at night.”
I could see her start to relax. As she leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table and her chin in her hands, I took a moment to skim my eyes over her gorgeous body. She was fit but had curves in every spot I loved. Her big hips and firm ass were just what I liked when I was grabbing onto a woman in bed. I looked back up and met her gaze, realizing she had caught me combing over her voluptuous thighs. She didn’t say anything, but I saw a bit of pink rise up her cheeks. The fact that it didn’t bother her, and in fact, seemed to excite her, sent a tingling sensation into the pit of my stomach. I could feel my pants getting a little tighter, and I ran my hand across my hardening cock under the table. Be patient, Milos. Be patient.
“So, Miss Adriana, where do you stay? In Prague?” I already knew the answer, having flashed money in front of the owners face and causing him to spill everything he knew about this girl. But I wanted to hear it from her.
“Oh,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Reg has an apartment upstairs for all of us. It’s not free, by any means, but it’s cheaper than the flats out in town, if you can handle the constant chatter of a bunch of strippers.”
“Sounds miserable,” I said, realizing that might not be the best thing to blurt out, but it had already escaped my lips.
“It can be,” she said, laughing. “But sometimes it would nice to be alone.”
“Well, I have a proposal. I would like to offer you a nicer place to relax for the night. My family owns a hotel in Prague. It’s very upscale. You would have the run of the suite. There is a jacuzzi, sauna, and I promise the softest beds in the entire city. You deserve to rest comfortably, instead of being shoved into a tiny apartment with all these other girls.”
“I don’t know,” she said, looking wary.
I could see the interest in her eyes, especially after mentioning the soft beds. Though I had other thoughts on what to do in that bed, she didn’t need to know I was included in the deal. I poured her some more coffee and sat back, glancing up at the stage, but finding no interest in the tiny girl grinding against the pole. The girl I was interested was sitting across the table, mulling over the idea of a relaxing night in a hotel with a stranger.
I knew I couldn’t offer to pay her. That would make her say no in a heartbeat, but I had a feeling our honest conversation was trying to sway her mind. She tapped her finger against her mug and looked around the room, as if the answer to the question would be shining brightly in the red lights and neon signs. Brat leaned down and whispered in my ear.
“It is getting late,” he said as he tapped his watch and glanced up at the girl. “We should be heading over to the hotel soon.”
I nodded my head and stuck my finger up, signaling I understood but to give me just a few more moments. The club was open until the wee hours of the morning, but I had exhausted my interest in watching other women dance around. My eyes landed back on Adriana as she looked up and gazed back at me. My interest was now that blonde hair and those sensual eyes.
Chapter 5: Adriana
This was a tough decision. Several of the girls, including Sveta, had gone home with clients before, but I always made it rule never to step foot outside of the club with a customer. What happened after the girls left the club was none of my business, but I was pretty sure from the influx of cash and the way they looked when they got back, they weren’t just grabbing a bite to eat or going for a drive through the city.
I wasn’t judging them in any way. Everyone had a different story, and most of them needed the extra money, but I just never found myself desperate enough to sell my body for a few Euros. I looked down at my cup of coffee and bit my lip, feeling Milos’s gaze running over me. I was used to men staring at my body. Although normally, it would make me feel a tinge of irritation. I felt nothing but heat knowing Milos was enjoying the sight of me.
My choices were simple. Either I said “no thank you,” dragged myself up to the apartment, put my headphones in, and tried to get some sleep on the thin spring mattress, or I said “yes” and go to the suite with plush beds, hot showers, and most importantly, privacy. I doubted that Milos had any intention of leaving me alone once there, but in reality, he was sexy as hell. A romp in the hay with his strong, tanned body wouldn’t be the worst thing that had ever come my way. On top of all of that, I was sure there would be an opportunity presented to make even more cash tonight, something that had been weighing heavily on my mind since my mother had tracked me down and called me, crying over the house.
When my grandmother passed away, she left her flat in Liverpool to my mother and me, so we would have a better place to live than the shitty ass apartment in the slums. My mother, being useless most of the time, didn’t do anything but lay around and get trashed, but I made sure to keep up with the normal maintenance of owning a house. I figured once my mother had shacked up with some dude, I’d end up getting the flat, which I was fine with. When she called me, though, all those dreams seemed to disappear in one phone call.
My mother, being the complete idiot that she was, realized I wasn’t there to give her money. Granted, it took her like three weeks before she realized I wasn’t just holed up in my room ignoring her. Needing money for more liquor and escapades, my mother took out a mortgage on the flat. How she did that with no viable income, I will seriously never know.
Either way, getting that panicked call from my mother was already shocking enough because she had the fortitude to hunt me down to this strip club. Adding fuel to the fire, she then told me the flat was in foreclosure, and if she didn’t come up with several thousand pounds in the very near future, she would be out on the street. Part of me wanted to hang up and tell her she did it to herself, but the other part of me still had a sentimental feeling for the woman that raised me, knowing she hadn’t had the easiest life. I also wanted to keep the flat so that I could inherit it and not have to shell out a ton of money to buy some crappy apartment when I finally settled down and went to work.
I told her I would do what I could and I hung up. She called several times since then to inquire how it was going, but I screened her calls, sending her an email instead. I wasn’t going to hand that money, even if I had it, over to my mother. I contacted the bank and was talking directly to them.
Milos had already dropped nearly a thousand Euros in tips, plus what he paid Reg, so I was pretty sure he wouldn’t hesitate to drop quite a bit more. And if there wasn’t any money involved, hell, I deserved a night of relaxation and possible hot steamy sex. I took a deep breath and looked over at Milos, who was waiting patiently for an answer.
“Okay,” I said taking a deep breath. “I’ll do it.”
“Excellent,” he replied. He smiled and took his jacket from his friend. He reached his hand down to me. “Shall we?”
“I’m going to change if you don’t mind,” I said as I stood. “I’ll be right back.”
I ran to the back and cashed out with Reg. His eyes grew big as he took his cut. Then I changed into my sexy black dress I had in the closet, and raced back out front. Milos stood under the large archway, smiling over at me. He was so fucking handsome, and part of me hoped he made a move tonight. The hotel was only a few blocks away, so we walked there. We took a special elevator up to the top floor, and I couldn’t help but notice everyone staring at us as we crossed the lobby, probably because he was the owner’s kid. The place was gorgeous and even more luxurious than he had described at the club. When we walked in, he tossed off his shoes and jacket. I rolled my eyes, not surprised a bit that he was staying here, too.
At that point, what else was I to do, other than just relax and soak it all in? He
started the Jacuzzi, and since I had already been naked once in front of him, I didn’t feel weird at all about stripping down and jumping into the hot bubbling water. I watched as he handed me some champagne and set a plate of strawberries by the tub. His muscles shimmered in the dim lights over the hot tub, and I couldn’t help but watch as he dropped his pants, letting his cock roll out with the rest of him. I could feel my neck getting hot. Much to my surprise, he didn’t immediately jump on me. Instead, we sat and talked about my life and more hilarious stories about his childhood, and we drank two bottles of champagne.
I was definitely a bit wobbly when it was time to get out. He stood on the steps of the hot tub, holding open a towel and helping me get out. As I stepped, my foot slipped, and I fell into Milos, my arms wrapping around his neck. I giggled to myself, feeling the electricity return as our wet skin moved across each other. I felt his arms wrap around me tightly, and I pulled back, looking deep into his handsome eyes. A small, mischievous grin pulled at his lips, and he leaned forward, pressing his mouth hard against mine. Between the champagne and the atmosphere, I was helpless to fight off his advances and found myself kissing him back with heat and need.
His hands slid down me, dropped the towel to the ground, and pulled me against his warm, soft body. I felt his erection press against my stomach, and I immediately felt myself get wet. This man was unbelievably sexy, even in the way he kissed. His lips lapped over my mouth, tasting me with his tongue. He reached down and grabbed my ass, picked me up off the floor, and wrapped my legs around his waist.
He walked slowly back into the penthouse, water dripping across the floor. We walked into a darkened bedroom, and he laid me down on the soft pillow bed covered in satin sheets, smelling of rose and sandalwood. I pulled myself backward until my head rested on the pillow and watched as he crawled toward me, his arms flexing and his hard cock skimming the comforter underneath us. He oozed confidence, and I was immediately turned on at how he took charge and gave me exactly what I needed.
His hands grazed over my breasts, grasping them and kneading heavily. He dipped his head down and brushed his lips across my stomach, looking up and smiling as I whimpered quietly. Milos scooted back further, collapsing onto his ass, his knees underneath him. He lifted my ass into the air and pulled it close to his face. His warm tongue swiped across my lips, and I gasped, instantly wanting more.
He moved his hands around, pressing his two thumbs into me and parting my lips with his tongue. He ran his mouth over my wetness and across my clit, and I arched my back and moaned loudly. As my reactions intensified, so did his movements. I found myself grabbing tightly to the iron headboard above my head. He moved his face back and forth in my pussy, driving me closer and closer to orgasm. My breath was heavy, and my eyes were closed, feeling every inch of his tongue on my mound.
“God,” I moaned. “I want you so bad.”
I felt the smile spread across his face as he tapped my nub and nibbled it with his teeth. He set me down and reached across me into the nightstand, pulling out a condom and pushing it over his huge throbbing cock. He stroked the shaft several times, looking down at my dripping pussy. Watching him rub his hand up and down his dick made me want him even more, and I began to squirm closer to him.
“Is this what you want?” He whispered it, and all I could think was, fuck yes.
I nodded and bit my lip. He grabbed onto his cock by the base and moved forward, rubbing his thick length over my wetness. He was so fucking big, and even though I probably should have been scared of it, all I could think about was feeling the whole thing inside of me.
He pushed his head against my pussy and slid his cock slowly inside of me. He grabbed onto my hips and threw his head back. His cock was thick and hard, and it filled every single crevice inside of me. Immediately after, he started to thrust, pushing hard and fast against me. I felt my temperature rise. He slapped his hand against my clit, and I clamped my fingers onto my hard nipples. I screamed loudly, moaning and whining.
Over and over, he thrust inside of me, bringing it almost fully out before slamming his cock back into me. I reached up and ran my fingernails across his chest, gritting my teeth and grinding my hips as I did on stage. He groaned loudly, and he rocked his hips faster against mine.
I could feel myself reaching orgasm. My breathing sped up with quick, moaning gasps, getting louder with each powerful thrust. The explosion hit me, and I screamed out, arching my back and grabbing onto the bed. He growled when the heat of my wetness flow over his dick. He grabbed my hip and rubbed my clit harder with his other hand, sending waves of intense passion through my whole body. He pushed in hard, pulled out slowly, and then thrust with everything he had, holding it deep inside of me as he came. I could feel his cock bulging and pulsating against the walls of my pussy. I relaxed my muscles and watched him take in every last ounce of pleasure.
He pulled out and flopped down on the bed beside me, breathing heavily with his hands on his chest. A smile washed over him. He pushed me on my side and pressed up against me, his arm draped over my waist. I could still feel my heart racing and was pretty sure that had been the most intense orgasm of my life. My energy was drained, and before I could say even a word, I felt myself slip into a blissful sleep, surrounded by real gold, real luxury, and a real man.
Chapter 6: Milos
Last night was fucking amazing and worth every bit of small talk and romance that I had to put into it. Usually, my conquests were simple. Women put more effort into impressing me than I had to, not realizing I didn’t give a shit about their lives. I just wanted to fuck their brains out and move on. I had left the blonde beauty sleeping in the bed, figuring she was definitely tired after last night’s hot sex. It felt pretty good to see her eyes bulge as I pulled out my cock and shook it in front of her. Her tight little body took it in like a champ, though. I felt every inch of her as she orgasmed all over me. I shook my head trying to keep my dick from getting too excited. It was now business time, and I needed to make sure the mood was just right when I revealed my proposition.
I picked up the phone and called down to the front desk, ordering one of everything on the breakfast menu, a pot of coffee, and a carafe of orange juice. I snuck past the bedroom into the other room where I kept my clothes and picked out something casual but upscale. Not that I owned anything other than upscale. Once dressed, I went into the bathroom and started a condensed version of my morning routine, wanting to look suave but not intimidating, especially since she would no doubt look ruffled when she woke. The last thing I wanted was for her to feel uncomfortable or self-conscious at all before I handed her the news.
Telling someone you are a prince was nerve-racking enough for the other person, not to mention dropping a marriage proposition on the table. I gelled my hair into the perfect, coifed masterpiece and brushed my teeth. Then I flashed myself a smile and headed for the front door, having heard the elevator ding outside.
One by one, the employees quietly rolled in carts of food, from strawberry tarts to crepes filled with all kinds of different butters. They set them out on the large dining table and placed place settings at two of the seats, assuming that I had another guest with me in the suite. I guess they were starting to get to know me here. Although I rarely had a woman actually sleep over, unless I was too drunk to shoo her out afterward.
I looked over the table, feeling satisfied with such an amazing arrangement. Surely, this was not normal for a girl like Adriana and would far surpass her normal breakfast of granola bars or boxed cereal. As I sat down at the table, I looked up to see her shuffling from the bedroom, the satin sheet wrapped around her amazing body. My cock immediately got so hard it was almost painful. I reached down and pressed down on it. Now was not the time.
“Good morning,” she said, yawning. “I am starving.”
“Excellent,” I said.
I poured her a glass of orange juice. She pulled out a chair to sit down. She wrapped the long sheet underneath herself.
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p; “How did you sleep?” I asked.
“Oh my God,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Better than I ever have, I’m pretty sure in the history of my existence.”
I laughed and watched as she served herself crepes and fruit, adding sugar to her coffee as I poured it. There was a small part of me that really enjoyed this girl. Between her spunky personality and the way she fucked, I started to think that a year of servitude with her wouldn’t be that bad. I grabbed a croissant from the rack of pastries and nibbled at it, knowing I needed just to come out and tell her.
“So, now that you have enjoyed my company, slept well, and all that, I have something I would like to tell you,” I stated. She stopped chewing and looked up at me curiously. “So, as I said, I do come from an affluent family, but it is a bit more complicated than that. My name is Milos Dobromil, Prince of Silesia. Well, to be correct, soon to be King of Silesia.”
“What?” Her face was priceless, and she sat with her mouth slightly hanging open. “Wait, you’re a prince? Like royalty? Like His Highness?”
“Yes,” I said, chuckling and placing a napkin in my lap. “A real, bona fide royal prince.”
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