Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

Chelsea

I wasn't surprised to see Storm waiting for me, or that Dallas Gregory was with him. Neither of them took their eyes off me during my whole performance.

Just by looking, I couldn't tell if Dallas knew who I was outside of Flirts. If I had to guess, I'd say he didn't.

The way Storm's predatory gaze clung to me like a steel trap was subtly different to the last time he was here. Knowing, but wary. Waiting for the play he was sure would come. Or the moment to pull off a play of his own.

Dallas looked at me like I was little more than a beautiful body. A woman to lust after, to covet, but not one he recognised. Should I enlighten him? Possibly, but if Storm hadn't, it was better to keep my mouth shut for now. He'd find out sooner or later. In the meantime, I was going to roll with whatever Storm had in mind.

“Hi,” I greeted cheerfully. “You boys like the show?”

Storm's jaw worked from side to side a couple of times, as if he expected me to greet him some other way. If that was the case, that was his problem.

“Yeah,” Dallas said simply. Judging by the bulge in his pants, he was having difficulty thinking with the head on his shoulders. That was on par for the course around here. Men left their vocabularies at the door.

I placed a hand on his bicep and smiled right at him. Up close, he smelled like leather and soap. His arm was hard under my palm, muscles straining against his sleeves. His hazel eyes were so dark, they were almost green, except for flecks of gold here and there.

“That's great. You boys getting a drink?”

Storm gave me a look as if to ask what I was up to.

I turned my best innocent smile on him. I wasn't up to anything. I was doing my job. Charming the customers. Getting them to loosen up.

“I've got something else in mind.” He jerked his head towards the private rooms.

Just as he did that, Daniel Frost stepped out with Ivy, a grin plastered on his face.

“You guys are everywhere,” I said so only Storm could hear.

He shrugged. “We like it here. Go on, my money is still good.” Apparently he was also determined to separate my two jobs. He wasn't looking at me like a patient would look at a doctor. He was looking at me like I was a possession, to be used however he wanted to. He was making no attempt to pretend otherwise.

His attitude would have pissed off Doctor Chelsea, but the Chelsea who'd been selling herself here for the last couple of years was intrigued. Every time I thought I'd seen and done everything, I was proven wrong. Was that the case here?

I stepped towards the door to a clean private room, and gave both guys a smile over my shoulder. I opened the door and stepped inside, leaving them to follow.

Before the door closed behind them, I caught a glimpse of an older man, his gaze intent on me. Dark eyes watched silently, drinking me in before he disappeared from sight. I’d seen him in Flirts a few times before, but he always kept his distance. For no reason I could identify, he always put me on edge. I couldn’t turn away fast enough, my smile for the other two men.

Dallas looked slightly dazed, but Storm was completely in control of himself. Certain he was in control of the situation.

I didn't bother to correct him. Let him think he was the boss for now. We both knew if he crossed the line, I'd stop playing. Hands on my ample hips, I stood with hooded eyes while he closed the door, and waited for him to tell me what he expected me to do.

He glanced at me before walking over to the card reader and punching in the details. He lifted it to show me an amount larger than the other night. With that, I may never have to work at Flirts ever again. Hell, if he kept paying me like that, I could retire.

“I thought you weren't going to pay for me again,” I said easily. Throwing his words back at him might not be a good idea, but I couldn't help provoking him. I wanted to see what he'd do. How he'd react. If I could make him lose control, even slightly.

Storm leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms. His expression gave away little. Certainly no anger or annoyance. “I'm not paying for me to fuck you. I'm paying to watch him fuck you.” He nodded towards Dallas.

Dallas gaped. His eyes narrowed for a moment, but then widened again. His jaw snapped shut, eyes darker than before, hungrier. He was a much easier read than his teammate. He wanted me. The circumstances didn't matter. He'd claim me, with or without money involved.

“Take your clothes off,” Storm said to me. “Show him what my money is getting him.”

I stepped away from him, to the middle of the room and focused all of my attention on the second-rower. Like I had the other night, I did a slow striptease, removing the clean underwear I just put on. I didn't bother to ask Storm for my panties. Let him keep them. I had plenty of other pairs. I suspected he'd refuse anyway. He'd keep them like a trophy. A sign of some kind of connection between us.

“So fucking beautiful,” Dallas whispered.

“Why don't you lie down on the bed?" Storm said to him. He turned to me and added, “I want to see you suck him off.”

Dallas scrambled onto the bed and lay back, eyes half-closed. Cock erect as a goal post.

“Crawl to him,” Storm insisted.

I knelt on the edge of the bed and started a very slow crawl toward the other player. Glancing over at Storm, I undid the front of Dallas' pants and peeled the sides back until his erection sprang free. I palmed his hard length, caressing the vein that ran underside until he groaned and bucked his hips, thrusting between my fingers.

“Fuck,” he moaned.

I palmed his balls for a moment or two before reaching over to the table beside the bed to pick up a condom.

“What are you—” Storm started.

“House rules,” I said. “Outside of Flirts, we can do what we want. Here we use condoms.”

He looked annoyed, but nodded for me to continue.

I tore the packet open with my teeth and rolled the condom down Dallas's cock. Lying half over him, I teased his head with my tongue before lowering my mouth and taking him all the way down my throat.

“Fucking hell,” Dallas breathed. “So good.” He rolled his head back and closed his eyes, his lips turned up. Slowly, with more control than I would have thought he had, he bucked his hips, fucking my mouth.

Storm groaned softly. His balls must have been aching. Cock throbbing and engorged with blood.

In the corner of my eye, I saw him kneel down on the bed before he rolled me so he could part my legs and lower his mouth to my pussy.

The first swipe of his tongue sent a shiver all the way through me. Many of my customers didn't care whether I came or not, but he clearly knew what to do with his mouth. He expertly found my clit and teased it mercilessly, while slipping a couple of thick fingers inside me.

Dallas fucked my mouth a little faster now. Control gradually slipping away even though the expression on his face spoke of how hard he was trying to cling to it.

I massaged his balls and stroked the skin around his prostate, stimulating him further while I gagged with every thrust.

He groaned. His back arched and his cock pumped harder between my lips before a squirt of warm cum filled the condom.

He flopped back against the mattress, panting lightly. He stayed like that for about ten seconds before he jerked his cock out of my mouth.

“Fuck.” He slid the condom off and tossed it aside. It hit the wall with a wet splat before sliding down and landing on the floor. “Fuck.” He rolled away from me and looked at me like he'd never seen me before.

“Fuck.” He did up the front of his pants and got to his feet.

“Dallas, what the hell, dude?” Storm lifted his mouth from my pussy when I was way too close to coming.

Dallas shook his head in disgust. Whether it was with me, Storm, himself or all of the above, I couldn't tell.

“I don't fuck whores,” he said finally. “I don't pay to fuck.”

“You didn't pay, I did,” Storm pointed out. His breath tickled my clit.

“Same fucking thing.” Dallas wrenched the door open and hurried out of the room, letting it swing closed behind him.

I sighed to myself. The same thing happened to me several times before. Guys got caught up in the moment and regretted it immediately afterward. In this case, though, things could get very complicated. Sooner or later, he'd see me at the stadium and remember this.

“He doesn't know, does he?” I asked.

“He will,” Storm said, as though it was no big deal at all. He lowered his mouth and went back to swiping his tongue over my clit. “Come for me.”

Things might get ugly later, but for now I might as well let myself go and come on his mouth, on his dollar. I closed my eyes, spread my knees wider and enjoyed the way he was feasting on me. He groaned from deep in the back of his throat, suggesting I was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted.

As if Dallas leaving never happened, I was quickly back on the edge of coming. I was right there before Storm pulled his mouth away. He grinned at me, letting me come down before diving back in and driving me closer again.

The man knew exactly how to play a woman. How to drive me absolutely wild.

Before he could pull back again, I came hard and fast against his mouth, the whole room disappearing as I was caught up in a wave of pure bliss. I cried out loudly. Loud enough for my throat to hurt. Loud enough that if the room wasn't soundproofed, the whole club would have heard. Loud enough to satisfy an ego as big as his.

He went on licking and sucking my clit until I came all the way back down to earth.

Swiping the back of his hand over his mouth, he undid his jeans and pulled out his cock. He knelt beside me and worked himself quickly.

“I'm going to put this inside you,” he said, his voice strained. “But not here. Not like this.” He pumped harder, hips moving hypnotically back and forth.

He let out a low moan and came, squirting cum across my stomach and one of my breasts. Like warm cream, it lay across me, making my skin sticky.

He slumped forward, pumped his cock a couple more times and let it go. “I'm going to come inside you. You're going to take every drop and you're going to thank me for it.”

He lifted his head, his jaw firm. “You belong to me, Chelsea Miller. I'm going to own you. Every centimetre of your body is mine. Every last bit. When the time is right, I'm going to claim you and you're going to scream my name.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Is that so?”

He did his pants back up, lowered himself down onto all fours and crawled up beside me. “It's very much so. You're mine and I'm going to prove that to you.”

He was nothing if not absolutely confident in every word that came out of his mouth. If I wasn't careful, he might convince me. As it was, I didn't let down my guard.

“What about Dallas?” I asked.

Storm's gaze shifted towards the door, then back again. “He'll come around when he has time to calm down. He's…volatile.”

“I noticed that,” I said dryly. “You paid for him to fuck my mouth. Do you usually do that with women you think you own?”

He moved before I could blink, wrapping his hand around my throat.

“I don't think I own you. I know I own you. I let him fuck you because I wanted him to. I wanted to watch you. I want to watch him do it again. Some of the others…” He trailed off. Whatever he was thinking, he seemed to like the idea.

“I'm not your fuck toy,” I told him.

His hand around my throat shouldn't have felt arousing, but it did. At the same time, I was ready to knee him in the groin. If he thought I was some kind of shrinking violet who couldn't look after herself, he needed to think again. I could hurt him in ways he couldn't even imagine. All without breaking a sweat.

He laughed, short and dark. “Sweetheart, that's exactly what you are. My fuck toy. Maybe I should pay to fuck you.” He leaned in and whispered, “Maybe I should buy you.” He pinched my nipple with his spare hand.

I whispered back, “You couldn't afford me.”

He rolled us over until he was lying with his body on top of mine and smiled. “Then I'll take you.”

Before I could respond, he rolled off the bed and stood. “I'll see you at work tomorrow.” He took a long, lingering look at my body before opening the door and stepping out of the room.