Chapter 2

Chapter Two

Chelsea

I closed the door behind me and Storm and leaned against it for a moment.

“Thanks. Guys like that really—” I shook my head.

“Need to fuck all the way off,” Storm rumbled. He looked tempted to step back outside and acquaint the dickhead with his fist.

“Yeah.” I punctuated that with a half-laugh. It was nothing I couldn't handle, but I appreciated him stepping in. Most guys didn't. Some of them pretended not to see, and others would have egged the pushy prick on. Usually, only the bouncers stepped in if the dancers couldn't take care of themselves. Which, for the most part, we could.

Inside Flirts anyway.

Storm shrugged. “I don't like dickheads. Just because you take your clothes off, doesn't mean you want to go any further.” He flopped down in a chair in the corner of the room and crossed his legs.

“It doesn't mean I don't either.” I pushed myself off the door and sashayed toward him. “If I wasn't talking to you, and if that guy wasn't so pushy, he might have got his blowjob.”

Like India enjoyed dancing, I enjoyed sex. I lost count of the amount of times I'd done it for money. Was I ashamed of it? Not for a moment. I gave pleasure and got money in return. That was a win-win as far as I was concerned.

A flash of surprise crossed Storm's face and his eyes darkened further. “So when you suggested we come here alone…”

I smiled and straddled his thighs. “I owe you one for the expression on that guy's face. He looked like he wasn't used to being told no.”

Storm placed his large hands on my hips. “Guys like that never are. They like to take whatever they can get, whether it's freely offered or not. That's why they come to places like this. So they can feel powerful. Or some shit.”

“Is that why you came here?” I lightly placed my hands on his chest. Under my palms was hard muscle, threatening to break out of his black Dusk Bay Smashers T-shirt. “To feel powerful?”

He chuckled. “Sweetheart, I don't need to come to a club to feel powerful. I was just here with a bunch of other guys.”

“Please say you weren't here with blowjob guy.” I grimaced.

“If I knew him, I would have taken him outside and punched the crap out of him" He squeezed my hips. “Is this where I pull out my money? You know, you don't have to do anything you don't want to.”

It was my turn to snort. “I know that. There's a panic button under this seat if you get out of control. And a card reader on the table.” I jerked my head towards it.

He leaned forward to ease his wallet out of his back pocket and slid out his card. A wave in front of the card reader and a tap on the number keys, and he turned the machine to show me the screen.

My eyes widened. “That's enough for a week.”

“A whole week with Panther, hmmm?” He pressed enter.

“I don't have a week.” I made to grab the machine and cancel the transaction.

“Then we better make the best of the time we have,” he said. He put the card reader out of my reach and raised his hands. “What happens next?”

“You paid all that money, you tell me,” I said. For that much, not a whole lot was off the table. “What's your wildest fantasy?”

“My wildest, hmmm?” He cocked his head. “This. Watching a beautiful woman get naked in front of a room full of people, and then taking her somewhere private to be fucked. Knowing all those guys will be jealous of me. Knowing they've all seen your pussy, but I'm the one who's going to get off here.” He made no attempt to hide the possessive flavour to his tone. If anything, he was embracing it.

I stood up on either side of his thighs, just high enough to grip the hem of my dress and pull it up and over my head. “Then I better make it worth your while.”

“I know you will. Strip for me, Panther.” He laced his hands and placed them behind his head.

A smile on the corners of his lips, he sat back and nodded. Once again giving me his permission. And showing his intention to enjoy every second of watching me take my clothes off just for him. Knowing he was the only one who'd see my body this time.

Everything I did right now was all for him and no one else.

I stepped back, my heels clicking on the floor. My eyes on his, I unhooked my bra, and for the second time that evening slid it down my arms and let it drop to the floor.

I turned my back and shimmied out of my panties before placing them aside.

“Sit down in the chair opposite me,” he said. “I want to see you touch yourself.”

It wasn't the first time I'd received that request. Some guys liked to watch me slide my fingers around my clit. Some liked to know what got me off, so they could do it too. Others wanted to enjoy the show.

So I always gave them one.

I was good at this and I knew it. Getting guys going, making them harder than steel.

I loved every moment of it.

I sat down and opened my knees, giving him a good view of my pussy. I traced circles around my clit with my fingertips before sliding a finger inside myself. With my other hand, I rubbed and pinched my nipple.

Storm opened the front of his jeans and wrapped his hand around his thick erection. He was big. Huge. Enough to make my mouth water.

Slowly, like he was the one being paid for it, he slid his hand up and down his cock, rolling his hips as he matched the rhythm of my own strokes.

Watching him touching himself awakened an almost feral arousal in me. A hungry, burning need. How would his cock feel inside me? He was so big, I'd be full to the brim.

Yes please. I'd take every last centimetre of him all the way inside me.

“Come for me, Panther,” he said, his voice deep and low. “I want to see you come.”

I half-closed my eyes and rubbed more firmly, driving myself closer and closer.

“Tell me,” he insisted.

“I'm… I'm coming,” I said breathlessly.

“Don't fake it,” he said. “I want to see you come for real.”

“I never…fake it,” I panted. I'd never seen the point. If I, or my partner, knew how to touch me, then I'd come. If not, they'd learn. I was better at stroking cocks than I was at stroking egos. I saved that for my other job.

I groaned, long and low, before I came, my release making my hand wetter. The world around me went dark. I shattered into a thousand pieces. It wasn't a mind blowing orgasm, just a soft peak of pleasure that took the edge off my tension. I could never give myself what a partner could give to me. Not even with the best vibrator known to humankind. Nothing could get me off like a man's hand or tongue, or cock.

“Fuck… Yeah.” He jerked hard on his cock until it exploded, cum squirting out the tip, over his hand and the front of the chair. He stroked himself a few more times before flopping back and taking a deep breath.

After a few moments of silence, he said, “I liked watching you come.”

“I liked watching you come too,” I said, slightly confused. He hadn't touched me and made no move to do so now.

Instead, he wiped his hand on his shirt and did up the front of his jeans. “I don't pay to fuck women. I haven't done it before. I won't start now.” He wasn't trying to insult what I did, he was just stating a fact about himself. Okay, maybe he was slightly smug. Of course he didn't pay for women. What guy who looked like him did?

“Then what—” I gestured towards the card reader. If he was going to cancel the transaction, Divina would be furious. Hell, I'd be furious.

Unfortunately, it happened from time to time. Fortunately, not often. Most men didn't like being banned from Flirts for life. Not to mention Divina might send someone to break their legs. This was Dusk Bay; she'd have no trouble finding someone to do just that. They might not even ask for money, but she'd pay them. Divina always paid her debts, one way or another.

He shrugged. “I paid for your company. To see you come.” He leaned forward, his elbows on his thighs. “It was worth every cent.” His eyes wandered up and down my naked body as though memorising every centimetre of me. “Don't tell me it's the weirdest thing that’s ever happened to you.”

I couldn't, because it wasn't. I appreciated every dollar, especially now. It would help me to get through the next couple of weeks of my studies. Maybe even to the end of my degree.

I shook my head. “I told you I didn't have a week.” What else was he expecting from me?

“I got everything I need.” He placed his hands to either side of him and pushed himself to his feet. “Take your time getting dressed. Let them think I fucked you. Let them think…whatever you want. I'll make sure that dickhead is gone before you step foot out the door.”

He placed his hand on the handle, but stopped and turned back to me. “Do me a favour. What happened here stays between us, understood?” His eyes were intense, his expression firm. He was used to telling people what to do and having them obey. He was dangerous, beyond doubt. Muscular, attractive and too sexy for his own fucking good.

And mine.

Truthfully, I would have fucked him even if he hadn't paid me. Did I regret him not touching me? Maybe a little. That in itself was a good reason to be relieved he was leaving.

I had no time to be in over my head with any guy, much less one like him.

“I'm always discreet,” I said. “No one will hear about this from me.”

We wouldn't have customers for long if we went around sharing what they did in private with the world. A lot of politicians and businessmen would be in big trouble if we did. Especially the married ones. Those were the ones I disliked the most. I felt sorry for their wives. If I could help it, I avoided spending time with them. That was a complication I didn't need in my life.

Storm nodded and opened the door before stepping out and closing the door with a click.

I waited for a while before pulling my clothes back on and checking my phone.

I frowned at the email sitting at the top of my inbox. It wasn't there when I started my shift, or things might have gone differently.

“Fuck,” I said under my breath. Shit was about to get really, really awkward.