by Dark Angel
I walk to the bar, needing a drink after that bullshit. Some of the girls come up to me, eyes wide in awe as they see the fat wad of cash. Five hundred dollars. That brings me to a cool three grand today, and the night is still young.
“Shit, Ella,” one of them says, “you have to be a fucking millionaire by now.”
I smirk. Try multi-millionaire. I have this gig wrapped up.
Holding up the shots the bartender sets out, we toast to our fortunes and knock them back.
I slam it back on the bar and scan the room, looking for my next job.
Just then, the front doors fly open, and all eyes zero in on the man entering as if he’s the fucking king of the world.
But holy shit. Tall, dark, and handsome, he’s my favorite fantasy come to life.
He dominates the entire room with his presence, just standing there in the door with an arrogant smirk on his mouth. A mouth that makes my pussy throb just imagining what it would feel like between my legs.
He scans the room, and I can’t take my eyes off him.
I see the other strippers I’m hanging with looking at him the same way, and I pull rank.
“Sorry, girls. I call dibs.”
Derek
I stand in the entry of the strip club and take it all in. Hell to the yeah. This is exactly what I’m talking about. Women all over the place with hardly any clothes on? Fuck yes.
And these ladies know what’s up. No games here. Straight up sex and nothing less. No expectations.
I stroll in, the driving beat sinking into my bones, putting even more swagger than usual into my step. These women are mine for the taking.
A cocktail waitress in the tiniest excuse of a uniform approaches me, lust in her eyes as she looks me up and down. “What can I do for you?”
I chuckle. There are so many ways I could answer that. For now, I settle on the obvious.
“Hook me up with a bottle of Cristal.” I take a minute to let my eyes rake over her body, big tits and round ass on full display. “Then we’ll see what else you can do for me.”
Even though she’s not one of the strippers, I could have her on my cock if I want. She bites her lip and winks at me, turning to go get my champagne.
My eyes are immediately drawn back to the crowd, focusing on a huge table right in the center.
“Hey, hey, what’s up, assholes?” I call out across the room, grabbing the waitress by the elbow and pulling her back, nodding my head toward the three guys I just caught sight of. “Make that four bottles.”
“Sure thing.”
I stretch my arms wide as I make my way to the table. “What the fuck is up, bitches?”
A round of greetings hits me as I step up to them. Must be my lucky night showing up here and finding these guys.
Three of my boys are sprawled out on the huge velvet booth taking up the center of the room, arms draped over two strippers each, with more between their legs or hovering over their shoulders, rubbing, stroking, and grinding all over them.
“Well, well,” one of the guys says, standing up and welcoming me into the fold, “if it isn’t our very own piece of royalty stepping down to roll with us commoners.” He grins, tilting his glass toward me. “How the hell are you, man?”
“Better now that I’m here to show you pussies how to really get a party started.” I smirk, snagging one of the many shots spread out on the table and knocking it back.
The girls draped all over my friends eye me greedily, their eyes showing me exactly what they’d like to do to me.
“Oh, no man, here’s how you do it,” one of my other friends says, taking the girl sitting between his knees by the hips and setting her up on the table, knocking empty glasses out of the way as he does. “Body shots, man.”
“Fuck yeah.” I walk up to the girl and smirk as she spreads her legs and leans back on her palms. One of the guys wedges a shot of tequila in between her tits, sprinkling salt all over the tops of the big round globes just about to pop free from the bra barely holding them in, then pushing a slice of lime between her lips.
“Derek?” he says, gesturing for me to take a piece of what they’ve already been up to. Grinning like the arrogant asshole he is. Hell, that we all are.
I laugh as I bend down and lick the salt off her tits, wrap my lips around the glass and pull it out with only my mouth, knocking it back and letting it fall to the floor before I lean in and suck the lime wedge that she’s offering up like a forbidden fruit.
All the guys laugh and bullshit some more. When I stand up, grinning like the cocky bastard I am, the waitress appears again with the four bottles of Cristal.
“One for each of my boys here,” I tell her, holding mine up in their direction. Then I pop the cork and spray the foam all over the closest girls, holding it in front of my cock like I’m cumming all over them. Like I fucking own the place. I could if I wanted to.
Raucous laughter fills the air as my boys and I toast to our night and our freedom and all the strippers a man could ever want.
Which means it’s time to find the one I want. I let my eyes roam around the room, seeing what’s up for offer. So much skin and sweat and dirty, dirty sex everywhere. Just how I like it.
The chick I took the body shot off of looks like she’s more than willing, her legs still spread on the table. I keep looking. Too easy. This really is the best club in town because all these girls are so fucking hot, making my cock so hard it almost hurts.
Taking a swig of the champagne straight from the bottle, I turn in a slow circle.
When I’m facing the bar, I freeze, the bottle halfway to my lips again. Because fuck. The girl my eyes just landed on? Pure sex. Ecstasy. Endless pleasure. I just know it.
She looks at me just as my eyes make their way from roaming all over her body back up to her face. Our eyes lock.
And shit, if I don’t feel like I’ve just been knocked over the head. Deep blue eyes so gorgeous I can see them all the way across the room, and they are blazing as they take me in. A slow smile spreads on my face, and I watch, enthralled, as she pushes away from the bar and starts walking toward me, shaking long dark waves out behind her as she struts.
Slowly but determined. Not a bit of hesitation. Like she knows what she has to offer and knows it’s damn good.
Everything going on around me seems to fade into the background as she nears me, coming to a stop with a hand on her hip, tits thrust out in front, so perfect I could bury my face in them and never come up for air. Or maybe my cock. Yeah, that sounds fucking awesome.
She pulls her lip between her teeth, then lets it go, blue eyes full of the dirtiest intentions.
“Hey baby,” she says in a sultry voice that has my cock twitching. “Wanna dance?”
Ella
This guy is over the top gorgeous. Eyes nearly black, just like my perfect fantasy. Hair even darker, thick and begging me to dive my hands into it. Preferably while he’s licking my pussy.
I feel my heartbeat kick up a notch, my breath coming a little faster when those eyes that sucked me in from across the room roam all over my body. The whole walk from the bar to him was pure torture. I can feel the heat of his gaze lighting me on fire, my pussy quaking when his tongue darts out, teasing me with just what I want.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?” he asks, a hint of an accent that I can’t place marking his words.
I take another step closer, resting my hands on his chest and leaning forward until my lips are a breath away from his ear.
“Sapphire.”
It’s what I tell everyone. What am I supposed to say? Ella? Fuck no. Like I’m some princess or something. Sapphire is way more fitting. Plus, do I really want clients knowing my name?
“Sapphire,” he repeats in that sexy accent, and suddenly I wish I could tell him my real name. I wonder what it would sound like on his lips? Falling from them while he fucks me good and hard, cumming inside of me while I milk his cock.
I shake my head and take a step back. It�
��s all good to get caught up in the act, but sex with clients is something I don’t do. Can’t do. It’s forbidden.
“I’m Derek.” His lips quirk up in a sexy as fuck smirk when he says it, like he has some kind of secret I don’t know.
“Well, Derek,” I say, “it looks like you know how to have a good time.”
He looks behind him at the wild party going on, then turns back and gives me a heated stare.
“I know what I like.”
My nipples tighten under the thin fabric of my costume like that comment was directed straight at me. I reach out and run a finger down his arm. Damn, he’s built. Those arms are like tree trunks. “I like a man who knows what he likes. What he wants.”
I whisper the last part, leaving my lips parted as I invite him in with a shift of my feet, bringing me barely closer into his space. But still close enough to feel the ragged breath he sucks in when I hook a finger in his waistband.
“So, about that dance. You interested?” I run my other hand over his chest and down his stomach, feeling every ridge of his abs as I go. Shit, this man has a fucking hot body. And I’m certain he knows how to use it. No cumming in his pants for this guy.
Nope. I just know he could fuck me all night long and still have the stamina to go some more.
“Maybe,” he replies, but the gleam in his eye tells me he’s totally feeling me. Just as much as I’m feeling him. And am I ever feeling him.
I sidle up closer, my finger still hooked in his pants as I press my tits against his chest, loving how it feels as I shift a little to rub and stimulate my nipples. A small moan slips from my lips before I can help it.
I might normally do something like that to make a guy think he turns me on, but I am turned on. So fucking horny. This is going to be the easiest job ever. One I would almost do for free.
I tilt my head back and lick my lips, my mouth inches from his. “Just maybe? Because from where I’m standing it feels a whole lot bigger than maybe.”
I press my hips toward his, and goddamn. The man is huge.
“Not just a whole lot bigger, baby.” That sexy smirk crosses his mouth again. “The biggest.”
I almost whimper with need. But I remind myself I’m a professional. No sex. I’ll give him the best dance of his life, but I can’t go there.
Glancing over his shoulder at his friends who are practically living the phrase rock out with your cock out, I arch a brow. “You sure about that?” I can’t resist teasing him. “Your friends over there look like they might have a bigger interest in me than you do.”
Derek chuckles and grips my hips, rubbing his straining cock against my aching pussy. “No doubt in my mind. Definitely the biggest.” He says it like he means it. Like there’s no cock measuring going on between these guys. Like he’s all power and virile strength. Like he has the biggest cock of them all. From what I can tell by the way he’s pressing against me, he’s not wrong.
“So I see,” I murmur.
He lets me go and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a fat wad of bills. Holy shit.
“Sapphire,” he drawls, “I want the most outrageously priced private dance available. The sexiest, dirtiest, most obscenely expensive dance ever. Ever. And I want you to do it.”
He takes another swig of Cristal, then peels bill after hundred-dollar bill off the stack, tossing them in the air until they’re raining down over us, a shower of pure excess. Obviously money is no object where Derek is concerned.
I smile, everything in my body a raging whirlwind of anticipation. This is going to be a fun night.
I lean into his body again and whisper, “Follow me.”
Derek
Sapphire leads me off to a much more private area of the strip club, but there’s still a stage and there’s still an audience. I sit in one of the chairs but Sapphire saunters up on the stage.
“I asked for a very exclusive dance. Your most exclusive.” I shoot Sapphire my most charming grin, because now I know what she’s up to.
“If you understand anything about exclusivity, Derek, and I think you do, then you know that the anticipation you’ll build before the dance is truly in your lap, well, it will be unparalleled.
She has a point. Plus, I want to see what damage her sexy little body will do on the stage. Sapphire’s huge tits and firm ass will look goddamn incredible when she starts to dance. If she dances even half as sexy as she walks, I’ll be nursing a massive erection to bury in her in no time at all.
“Plus, you need to sit down and control your fingers. Don’t you know, no touching?” Sapphire’s voice is playful but I know that’s actually a rule.
Like so many rules, I have no intention of following it. But at least for now, I’ll play along for Sapphire.
I take in every curve of Sapphire’s body as she dances on the floor. I watch the sway of her breasts and I practically fucking shiver at the sight of her dropping lower and stroking the pole. She's wiggling her body and shimmying down the length of the silver chrome until she has it between her luscious ass cheeks. I want my face there. Her eyes connect to mine and I know that she knows that. Her eyes are locking with my gaze in a way that my cock aches for. First one leg goes up, then the other, and I could cream my trousers just watching her. As it is, every jiggle of her supple body makes my cock strain almost painfully against the fabric constraining it.
“Come here,” I say in such a low growl that I know she can’t hear me through the music, even in this private area it is loud enough to drown out normal volume, and I spoke barely above a whisper. But she knows what I’ve said just by staring at my lips, and it proves that she’s watching my every move very carefully. And it proves how much she fucking wants me. Just as much as I want her.
This girl is goddamn gorgeous, and by the way she walks I can tell she will be able to keep up with me in every way imaginable. Her movements are fluid, dirtier poetry than some limerick likely scrawled on the wall of a strip joint like this one. When she dances closer to me but still on the stage, she drops down and spreads her legs wide in front of me, putting her perfect body on display.
“You rang?” Sapphire says in a joking voice. I want to fist my cock right here listening to her but I have some damn class. Instead, I reach my fingers out to her pussy on display.
She rises up to defer the inevitable descent of my fingers on her body.
Do I know that you’re not supposed to touch the dancers in a strip club?
Of course. I’m not fucking stupid.
Do I know that the rules do not fucking apply to me?
That’s the real question. And I’ll tell you the truth because it's as clear as the sopping wet pussy juice on the triangle of her pink lacy thong.
Even if I couldn’t have gotten away with it for who I am, I can get away with it because of how much she wants me. There’s nothing fake in the way that she looks at me now. I know this is more than spotting a wealthy mark. I doubt she knows that I’m the prince of St. Albans, because I prefer to share my identity at my discretion. I don’t even have agents surrounding me right now. The lights in this club aren’t exactly spotlighting me, either.
No, I know the truth. So now I tell her. “You want me in your pussy.” Again, my words are barely above a whisper but she’s hanging onto my words.
Her fingers are at her nipples, tugging them and slapping her full breasts, squeezing her pert flesh and jiggling it for me.
Her face is flushed. Every hair on her skin is standing up. Sapphire is so turned on right now that she is actually starting to tremble.
“So if you’re such a hot shot, make me cum,” Sapphire says, but even over the music, I can hear how breathy her voice is. Her eyes twinkle like the gems of her moniker, and there’s nothing fake in her desire. I love that brazen request, barely masked in a tease.
What Sapphire wants, I’ll deliver.
We both know the instant my fingers would sink into her tight little pussy she’s teasing, she’d squeeze my fingers in her and strangle out
her own orgasm. But right now she means, out here at least, to make her cum without touching her. Not touching the dancers, the rules, etc. All that stuff that I’m happy to throw out the window, but I also like facing the challenge. I can make Sapphire cum without every touching her.
“Pinch your nipples again while you shove your ass in my face.” I spread my stance in my seat, lounging back and watching the way her eyes light up at my commands. “Know that even though I can see it and I’m not touching you, I’m imagining doing things to your body.” I fucking like this game, fucking her body through her mind. I clear my throat because I know that watching her cum is not going to be easy on my end. I heard the low growl in my voice, the beast of desire barely contained within me.
I want to do some strangling of my own cock. Maybe choke the life out of my cock while I watch her shivering through little pre-orgasmic quakes as she turns and glides around the stage.
I lean forward as she comes closer, like some invisible magnets are pulling us together.
Her every move is elegant. Sapphire is in total control of her body, even as she’s giving into the pleasure. I inhale at the sight of her thrusting her pussy and ass so close to my face that I know she can feel my breath on her.
I glance around to see that some of the other men in the club have started watching this little show, but too fucking bad, this is all mine. Sapphire is all mine.
“Now squeeze your tits, feeling how small your hands feel in comparison to what mine gripping them would feel like,” I command her now.
She reaches back and smacks her own ass, teasing and taunting and I know sending thrills through her pussy, but then Sapphire’s hands are desperately clutching her tits in obedience. I know she’s thinking about my hands on her.
“I could suck your gorgeous pussy so good you couldn’t walk for a week.” I hear my own breathing get ragged at the thought of this. A promise I’d love to make and keep.