3. Saoirse

3

SAOIRSE

D id you see him?" Gage asks when I get off of the stage. My heart pounds and a light sheen of sweat sticks to my skin.

I take a sip of water and pull a top on, stashing my money off to the side. I'll be going out one more time, so I'll count it up later. " Yeah ."

Gage had given me all the details on our newest mark the other night. He had spotted the CEO of a large media company visiting the club and just like that another sucker had fallen into our laps.

It had been impossible not to notice the man as he watched me on stage. With his chiseled jaw, accentuated by the stubble on his face, and his dark brown hair that had been mussed to perfection. I felt trapped by his stare, as if I were dancing for him alone. His green eyes held me captive.

" You should go talk to him." I don't miss the excitement in his voice.

I raise an eyebrow. " Now ? I'm not even done for the night."

" What did I tell you?" G shifts on his feet, unable to keep his energy at bay, and I wonder if he's taken something. But I know that's not his style. Don't get hooked on your own shit . Is what he always says. He sticks to weed, that's it. " That man has enough money to make every game we've played look like pennies. Fuck the rest of your night. If you talk to him now, you'll end up with more cash than any of the other men out there would give you."

I chew on my bottom lip considering his words. " He's not typical. He's young."

Gage shrugs his shoulders. " He's forty-five. I figured for access to his bank account we could switch our normal type up a bit. But if you're not up to it, or if you don't think you could gain his interest, we can find someone else."

" No ." The part of me that always wants to win rears its head. " I'll talk to him."

" That's my girl."

I roll my eyes, but don't pull away when he grabs my chin, bringing me in for a kiss.

When I walk out to meet our newest target, Xavier Atwood , I hear him telling his friend that it's time to go.

" You're not leaving already?" I interject, hoping that he'll remember me. He certainly hadn't been able to look away while I was on stage.

The second he turns around, I know he recognizes me. He tries to act as if he doesn't care, but I can see the lust in his eyes when his gaze trails from my face to where my pierced nipples poke through my shirt.

He clears his throat. " I think I probably should."

" What if I asked you to stay?" I pout, placing a hand on his shoulder and letting it run down the front of his chest.

" For what reason?"

I step closer to him and sit on his lap. " Come with me, and I'll tell you," I whisper into his ear.

Given the hard length that's pressed firmly against me, I don't think I'll have to work too hard to convince him. He glances over at his bearded friend. He's handsome as well, in a more rugged type of way, but he's no competition for Xavier . He immediately shuts his mouth, which appeared to be open in shock. " Don't worry about me. I'm good here."

I can sense Xavier's hesitancy, and I wiggle my behind against him. He shuts his eyes for the briefest second and when he looks at me again, I know that I've got him.

" I think you're trouble."

" Don't you want to find out?" I smirk, standing up.

Joining me on his feet, he whispers, " Lead the way."

" Is Nyx your real name or something that you just use here?" Xavier asks, as he sits on the dark red velour couch in the club's backroom. I shut the door and the pounding music becomes a dull whir in my ears.

" My real name," The lie rolls easily off of my tongue.

He hums thoughtfully, and I realize he doesn't think I know his name. " What's yours?" I ask.

" Xavier ."

" Sexy name." I smirk and kneel next to him, trailing my fingers down his arm until I reach his hardened cock. " Sexy guy. I couldn't keep my eyes off you up there," I whisper directly into his ear as I gently squeeze his shaft. " Should we do something about this?"

He pulls out his wallet and drops a set of bills onto the small side table. I can't tell how many there are, but I know Benjamins when I see them.

My lips tug up in a smile, whether they're forty-five or sixty, all men are the same. Easy .

" Tell me what you want, Xavier , and I'll give it to you." He hisses as my hand strokes him once more.

Before I'm able to process what's happening, he pushes me down onto the couch and is on top of me in a flash. He pulls down the pants I have on, leaving me in only my thong. " What are you?—"

" You said you would give me anything I want." He positions his head between my legs and peers up at me. His eyes are dark, waiting for me to refuse him. I'm sure he can see the evidence of how turned on I am right now. There's no use in denying it. I close my eyes and throw my head back, raising my hips a little.

He grazes my clit as he moves the flimsy material to the side and my whole body shivers. The moan that slips out of my lips at the first stroke of his tongue surprises even me. This is the first time this has ever happened to me while on the clock. Maybe they aren't all the same.

Xavier expertly licks and sucks on my sensitive bud. My eyes squeeze shut and my entire world reduces to the feeling of his mouth on me. " Ohhh , fuck me," I whimper as I pinch my nipples between my fingers. But when he slows down his pace, lapping at my clit with strong unhurried licks, I see stars.

" Yes , yes, yes . Oh my god, keep doing that." He hums in appreciation, sending a jolt of electricity through my body, but doesn't let up.

Goosebumps scatter across my skin, and I bite my lip so hard, the metallic tang of blood fills my mouth. He keeps a firm grasp on my hips as he wrings out every ounce of pleasure that my body has to give.

When I'm nothing more than a limp set of limbs, he stands. His hard cock is evident in his jeans. Confusion racks my brain. Is he leaving?

" What about you?" I'm still breathless as I sit up on the couch, glancing at the money he's left on the table.

" I got what I wanted." He smirks, his hand resting on the doorknob.

" I don't believe that," I respond, looking once more at the impressive bulge in his pants.

" Next time, hurricane." Hurricane ?

" What makes you so sure there will be a next time?" I don't know why I'm putting up a fight. This is exactly what I wanted.

" Because I know you won't be able to get what just happened out of your mind." I huff a sarcastic laugh, but I know he's right. I've never come so quick from having someone go down on me. " Your body calls to mine."

" You're awfully confident about your abilities. What if I was faking?"

" I could feel your clit throbbing against my tongue. You weren't faking shit. And you don't make it to where I am in life without a fair bit of confidence." He pulls out his wallet and hands me a business card with his name and number on it. " Text me and we'll meet again, perhaps in a better location."

" And if I don't?"

He shrugs. " Then I know where to find you."

With that, he exits the room, and I collapse against the couch. I know that I'll see him again. That was the whole point, but why does it feel like somehow, I'm not the one in control?