Princess For Them

by Kelsey Blaine

  “Oh, I’m sorry, the eyes at the back of my head must not be working,” she threw at him. “Maybe next time you can nudge your high horse out of the way so you don’t bump into me.”

  “What?” he asked, his very cute puppy brown eyes growing big with disbelief. “You bumped into me.”

  “Oh, yeah? Do you have proof?” Zara wasn’t going to make it easy for him. He could have just accepted her apology the first time and moved past this, but since he was trying to be difficult, she was going to show him that she could be just as difficult.

  “Are you serious?!” he asked in disbelief. “You know what? Never mind.” He started to walk away when she noticed he had on a red valet jacket. “Wait,” she called.

  “Now what,” he stressed the last word.

  “You work here, right?” she asked for confirmation. His left eyebrow lifted up, so high up that he looked equal parts intimidating and equal parts cynical at the same time. She always envied people that could control little parts of their bodies, like roll their tongues or twitch their noses or even wiggle their ears. The best she was able to do was twerk, which was kind of a big deal when you thought about it.

  “In a sense,” he said, his words dripping with annoyance. She wondered about his people skills, who would hire a valet that didn’t know the first thing about service.

  “Well we are meeting our friend at the north entrance of this club, could you show us the way?” she asked, half expecting him to decline.

  “Your friend?” Eyebrows high up again. “The north entrance is for exclusive guests only.” Zara swore she saw him give her a judgmental once-over. “What makes you think you can get in?”

  She took offense at that, she had put a lot of effort into looking good tonight. She was wearing a very beautiful sequined dress, which hugged her curves in a very seductive way, that she had picked up at a thrift store last year. Her large hoop earrings sparkled with fake diamonds, and her legs were shown off by the red heels she co-owned with Aisha. She had left her curls down, going for the exotic look and feel. The way he looked at her made her feel self-conscious, like it had been a miss.

  “Look, you self-entitled ass,” she heard Aisha say from behind her. “We are meeting out friend Cameroon Dante here, who happens to know Vin Darrelle, who happens to know the owner of this club,” Aisha said heatedly, dropping names that meant nothing to either of them. They didn’t know who Cameroon knew that could get them good tables, or who the owner of the club was, all they knew was that they were eager to get in and were apparently ready to lie to make that happen.

  It was obvious to Zara that Aisha didn’t like this guy any better than she did. “If you love your job and don’t want us reporting your rude ass behavior to your boss, you will direct us to the north entrance now,” Aisha finished. There was silence for a while in which Zara thought he was going to call their bluff, it lasted for maybe two seconds but it felt a lot longer to Zara.

  “Follow me,” he said finally, walking briskly and not waiting to see if they obeyed or not. “The north entrance is this way.”

  ***

  The inside of the club was louder than Zara had expected. They were ushered to a more private area with fewer people, it wasn’t VIP, but it was better than anything she had had in a very long time. The valet had left them immediately when they reached the door, and Zara wondered why he had seemed amused when she had brought out a ten-dollar bill from her purse to tip him. He had taken the money with a very big smile on his face, looking more amused than grateful. It ate on Zara’s nerves trying to figure out what he must have been thinking. He hadn’t even replied to her when she had thanked him. He had left them so fast after collecting the money, that she doubted he had even heard it.

  “Some white boys be so damn rude,” Aisha said as they sat down. “I was this close to slapping some respect into his fine white ass.”

  Zara laughed. “He was cute though, wasn’t he?” she asked.

  “More like hot fuck me now daddy.” her friend joked. He had been cute, a very good looking, hot, rude man. “Did you notice he had on a Rolex?” she continued.

  “You sure?” Zara asked surprised. “There is no way a valet can afford a Rolex.”

  “I am so sure girl, I know designers when I see it.” That was true, Aisha was one to know the latest fashion and the latest designs that none of them could afford.

  “It could be a knock-off,” Zara replied, trying to make sense of it. There was no was a valet could afford a $7,000 dollar watch.

  “Whatever, I’m going to dance.” Aisha stood up to join the rest of their friends who were already on the dance floor. Zara was standing up to go join her friends when a red jacket caught her eye.

  “Hi,” he said almost silently. Zara blinked twice. She couldn’t believe he was talking to her. Was it her imagination or had he barely ten minutes ago been eager to get away from her.

  “Hello,” she said still unsure that it was her he meant to be talking to. He didn’t say anything for a few seconds, just looked so intensely and confidently at her that she began to ask herself if he was actually a valet. In that moment, she thought she saw something she hadn’t seen before in him, she thought she saw power.

  “I want to apologize for my behavior earlier,” he finally said, breaking the silence that was starting to build and surprising her in the process. “Our earlier encounter was quite unpleasant. I’m sorry, I’m not usually like that.” Zara doubted that very much.

  “If you are here because of what my friend said earlier, she didn’t mean it,” Zara said, jumping to the only conclusion that made sense.

  “Pardon?” he asked, looking confused. “What are you talking about?”

  “About what my friend said, about reporting you to your boss. Isn’t that why you are here?” Now she was puzzled. If that wasn’t why he was here, then why was he apologizing? Did he honestly feel sorry for how he had acted?

  “My boss?” he asked as if he was trying to comprehend the implication of what he was hearing. “Sure,” he added. “Uhm…I see that you aren’t drinking anything, can I buy you a drink?” Can you afford it? Zara silently said to herself.

  “I hear the drinks here are a little pricey.” She phrased her thoughts nicer. “I don’t want to impose on you, I accept your apology.”

  “No, it's fine,” he said quickly. “Employees…umm…get free drinks here.”

  “They do?” That seemed a little unbelievable.

  “Yes, they do. We are allowed three free drinks of our choice.”

  “Really? That’s quite generous of the owner.”

  “The owner that your friend knows?” He smirked like he had a joke he wasn’t telling.

  “Yes, to both your questions,” Zara said smiling at him. She would love to not over think anything tonight. She found him attractive, and a little company from someone as hot looking as he was, seemed really interesting right at that moment, she couldn’t complain. “But aren’t you supposed to be working though, won’t you get in trouble?”

  “Na its fine, I’m on break.” Everything he said sounded like half-truths, but Zara wasn’t that interested in investigating, he didn’t owe her anything.

  As he led her towards the bar, Zara couldn’t stop herself from staring at his tight butt. She had never been an ass person—which was ironic considering the size of her own ass—but looking at this man’s ass made her want to see what it would look like without any clothes on. She had to stop herself from grabbing and squeezing it.

  “Good evening, Sir,” the bartender said, immediately standing up straighter and moving towards them as they approached the bar.

  “Good evening Felix, Ms.—” He paused and waited for her to fill in her name.

  “Girl I met at a club.” She smiled, and he raised his eyebrows at her, making her smile harder. She was beginning to really like that habit of his.

  “Ms. Girl I met at a club would like a…?”

  “Bloody Mary.”

  “And a gin
and tonic for me.”

  “Yes, Sir,” the bartender said, quickly rushing to get their drinks ready.

  “Sir?” Zara asked when Felix was out of earshot.

  “Uhm…yes, we call everyone sir or ma’am here,” he replied, tugging at his left ear and ushering her over to an empty table at the other end of the club.

  “Employees also get free tables I see.” Zara was going for sarcasm, but instead, he just laughed leaving her feeling foolish for thinking that he was more than he appeared to be.

  “You are really not going to tell me your name, huh?” he quickly added, giving Zara a strong feeling that he was changing the subject, she vaguely wondered why.

  “You never asked to know my name though,” she said instead, screwing her face in a way that caused him to laugh.

  “Hi, I’m Nathan,” he said, making a mock first introduction as he stretched out his hand to shake hers.

  “Zara,” Zara replied, smiling shyly as he took her hand in his.

  “So, what do you do Zara?” he asked, returning her smile.

  Zara noticed how truly good looking he was, there was none of the former rude impatient white guy left in him. Instead, he looked relaxed and truly interested in knowing what she did for a living.

  “I waitress at the Cheesecake Factory,” she said. She had been waitressing at the Cheesecake Factory while doing her program at cosmetology school, and although she would miss all the friends she had made there, she was glad that she would be moving on to something better.

  “Oh really?” Nathan said. “I love cheesecake.” He sounded so sincere, and serious that Zara laughed.

  “Yes really,” she said. “But I recently got my cosmetology degree so my friend and I are going to be opening our own hair studio before the end of this month.

  “That’s nice, I like business people.” He smiled at her, before adding. “I like you.” Zara smiled back, this was turning out to be a very pleasant night out indeed.

  ***

  Nathan Lampert, CEO of The Club House Group (TCH) and owner of the very club in which he presently sat—as well as several others scattered around the country—couldn’t stop himself from looking at the very sexy, very funny lady in front of him. As he watched Zara tell another joke that he was sure he would have found hilarious if he had really been listening, Nathan couldn’t understand why he was having so much fun with her.

  He never hung out with women who weren’t in the same social class as he was, Lamperts just didn’t do that. But tonight something about the raven-haired beauty in front of him had called him back to look for her after he had left her at the back door to his club, an act that would have caused any of his employees that tried it to be fired. Nathan couldn’t even tell why he had helped her, maybe it was the fact that she had looked like a sexy goddess when he had first seen her and had carried herself with so much dignity and respect, or it could have been the fact that she had mistaken him for a valet, something no one had ever done to him in his life. He didn’t know what it was, but he was eager to examine the feelings behind his decision until they gave him some answers.

  As he sipped from his third glass of gin that night, Nathan thought back to the moment their paths had crossed. He had just finished a very long conference call concerning the new club he was about to acquire and had been on his way back into the club when someone had bumped into him. He had turned around to see a very sexy, very beautiful woman. But Nathan saw beautiful women every day, that hadn’t been what had held him fixated. It had been the fact that she had mistaken him for a valet that had both surprised him and intrigued him. He made a mental note to change his wardrobe manager, being mistaken for a valet was turning out to be fun now, but with his business contacts, that would be a terrible thing...even if his red jacket was an Armani.

  There had been a lot of humorous moments when he had first met her. He’d had to force himself to keep a stern face when almost all the time he had talked to her and her friend, he had really wanted to burst out laughing. Like the time they had claimed to know someone that knew the owner of the club, when the owner of the club had literally been standing in front of their faces. Or when she had tipped him a ten-dollar bill. Or even when her friend had threatened to report him to the owner of the club. He laughed and saw that Zara took it as a sign to add more ferocity into her story telling. ‘Yes, yes.’ she was saying, not knowing that he wasn’t listening to a thing that she said.

  Nathan couldn’t stop watching her lips as they moved, the way they took form when she talked, the way her tongue darted out to lick them ever so slightly, the way they widened when she smiled. They looked so soft, so sexy, so succulent. Even when he had been standing outside in the cold he had noticed them. He had been able to stop himself from leaning in and claiming her lips then, but now he was intoxicated enough not to care, and as he leaned in to do what as far as he was concerned he should have done a long time ago, he noticed that she had stopped talking, and she was looking at his lips expectantly. He paused when there was only a hair's breadth between them, and waited for her to raise her eyes. When she finally did, he could see the wanting in her eyes, that was all the encouragement he needed, before he engulfed her lips with his.

  He was kissing her, and she was kissing him right back. These were the only thoughts going through Zara’s head as Nathan teased her lips. Her thoughts were so incoherent that they seemed to be coming from a faraway place. She had never been kissed like this before, hadn’t even known it was possible. His tongue was doing things to her mouth that she didn’t think were possible. She felt his hands come up to grab her hair behind her head and move her head closer to deepen the kiss, while his other hand came to tease the hem of her dress. She suddenly realized how very short her dress was and easily accessible too, and how much she wanted to feel his fingers higher up.

  The club was dark enough that no one could see what was going on at their table, so Zara moaned into his mouth in encouragement, moving closer and parting her legs for him. That seemed like all the encouragement he needed. Next thing she knew he was massaging her sex, and causing her to moan loudly. He wasn’t even in her and she was already dripping wet, she couldn’t remember the last time she had felt like this. He began to kiss her neck, going lower and lower until his face was in her very exposed cleavage. He maneuvered her dress so that her left boob popped out, exposed for his already hungry waiting mouth to engulf it.

  “That feels so good,” Zara moaned, caressing the back of his head encouragingly and parting her legs wider as he moved her G-string aside and buried his fingers in her. It had been such a long time since Zara had had any form of intimacy, that her body was already crying to be taken. But Nathan seemed to want to take his time and torture her, because he started to play with her pussy with his fingers, moving in and out, slowly at first and then increasing his pace, then switching it up and moving up and down, very fast, unsettling the walls of her pussy and causing her to scream out loud at the sensation he was generating. The club swallowed her screams, making sure that not even the person closest to them could have heard it.

  It wasn’t long until she began to want much more than what his fingers were offering.

  “I want to feel you inside me,” she cried desperately, working her hands loose and moving them to his very hard, very obvious bulge. The fact that he didn’t resist when she reached for his belt buckle told Zara that he wanted it as badly as she did. When she unzipped his pants and his dick popped out of it like it couldn’t wait for her any longer, it confirmed her assessment.

  Zara was surprised to feel pre-cum already coming from the tip of his dick. She massaged him gently, using his pre-cum as a lubricant as Nathan went back to her lips, invading her mouth with his tongue in the sexiest way ever and causing her to moan louder, her fingers rubbing harder, moving faster.

  Zara wanted more. She didn’t know if it was because it had been a very long time since she had been with anyone, or if it was because of the alcohol, or even the very ho
t man in front of her, it could have been a combination of all three and she still would have wanted more. All she knew was that she wanted to feel him inside her at that very moment.

  She moved away from his fingers and to the extreme end of their booth. Under his studious eyes, she slowly reached up under her dress and pulled down her panties. She could smell her desire engulf the whole booth, and she didn’t care if anyone else around could smell it. They were so secluded and hidden from view that she doubted anyone could see what was going on.

  She moved back to him, loving the way he watched her, expectancy in his gaze. “Condom?” she asked quietly, hoping his answer would be yes, she didn’t have the strength nor willpower to say no if it turned out that neither of them had a condom available. He nodded, much to her relief. He brought out a pack from his pocket, tore it and put it on, all the while retaining eye contact with her.

  Zara stood up and moved towards him, turning around so that she had her ass facing his dick. She felt him caress her cheeks as she began to slowly sit on his very hard boner, feeling it invade her pussy, expand her pussy, feeling the pleasure it caused with every seductive move she made. She heard Nathan gasp as she increased her pace, and then his hands came up to her waist, to hold her in place as she started to ride him harder. Her pleasure was apparent in her cries as she rode him to completion.

  ***

  Zara woke up to hammering so loud it had to be coming from inside her head. She groaned as she rolled in her bed, the pounding getting worse with every movement she made. It took her a while to realize where she was, and remember the events of the last couple of hours. She opened her eyes slowly, the blinding light coming from the window seemed to be increasing the hammering pain in her skull. Her head ached so badly, she wished she could just go back to sleep where she wouldn’t have to feel a thing...if only that was possible.

  “That’s what you get for drinking yourself into stupor Zara,” she told herself, managing to get off the bed she shared with Aisha and moving in the general direction of the bathroom. Her mouth tasted like something had died inside, and her breath smelled like someone had thrown up in her mouth and forced her to swallow it. She presumed that someone was her. When she was done taking care of her personal hygiene, she felt closer to her normal self. She needed food she thought as she walked slowly to the kitchen, realizing that the pounding in her head was less intense when she walked slowly.