2. Bianca

You could say I"m not the most patient person. Especially when it concerns Theo. That I"ve lasted so long is a testament to my sheer willpower and a realization that our meet-cute must be perfect.

It"s been a few weeks now that I"ve been working on an approach to get to Theo with my new disguise. For a while, I"d thought it was hopeless. Maybe his lack of interest in dating coupled with my interference by eliminating all women from his proximity had made it impossible to approach him.

But then my P.I got back to me with an update. Theo"s new position in the mayor"s office meant he was spending a lot of time socializing with his peers at an exclusive club in the city — The Palace.

I"d done my research. The Palace wasn"t just any club. It catered to the elite, and it provided both entertainment and . . . relief of a certain type. When I heard that, I was sure this was my moment.

It had taken me quite some time to infiltrate The Palace by becoming a server. You"d think it would be easy enough to score such a job, but I"d had to be vetted by three people (two of which I"d bribed) before I was officially hired. Like an excellent employee, I"d showed up every night for my shift, hoping to catch sight of Theo.

One week passed, then two weeks, and all I was getting was less sleep and more untoward remarks. The number of people I"d had to refrain from killing had been too high for my liking.

And so I find myself, once again, prancing around with a fake smile on my face, coked up from sniffing that damned powder, and ready to murder someone.

"Darlin" do me a favor and wipe this table down, will you?" an old man calls out to me. I have to grit my teeth at the appellation. I"m no one"s darling, and I"d love to show Mr. Geezer at table two just how much I appreciate being cat-called. I"ve already suffered one attempted sexual assault for one night, and the only reason that man isn"t dead is because I had to hurry inside and clock in. This job is too strict on working times.

I swallow a retort and start cleaning his table, trying to ignore the way he"s leering at me, his gaze too focused on my cleavage.

Fucking hell!

I"m mentally debating whether or not I should shoot him when a group of people make their way inside and toward the VIP wing. I turn my head to study the newcomers and that"s when I see him.

Theo.

My Theo.

He"s here.

I strengthen my spine, my eyes following his movements as he heads toward the back of the club. Absentmindedly, I drop the cleaning rag on the floor, my feet leading me toward one thing — him.

I quickly check with the girls working the VIP wing, and I resort to buying one of them out of her shift. Nevertheless, it"s not long before I"m in the same space as him . . . so close I can practically smell him.

I close my eyes and inhale, a smile spreading on my lips. This is it. My chance.

Theo and his entourage settle down at one table and drinks are served. They seem to be deep in conversation, and as I see other girls walking around suggestively, I prepare myself.

This is it! I must make an impression.

So many times I"ve imagined this moment, and now that it"s here, I don"t even know what to do first.

Lap dance?

No, too common. There are already a few girls around doing that.

No, I have to make my entrance with a bang.

Determined to give my best, I school my features into a seductive smile, and I start walking.

Boobs out — check.

Hips swaying — check.

Biting my lips seductively — check.

And now . . eye contact — check.

His eyes flicker over my body and he doesn"t look away. I advance slowly, and in the reddish light of the club, Theo looks even more attractive.

When I"m almost next to him, I notice his dilated pupils, the way his mouth is slightly agape.

How I wish I could kiss that mouth.

The way his eyes are roving over my body tells me he likes what he sees. I decide to be brazen, and as I hold his gaze, I slowly lower myself to my knees, placing one cheek on his thigh.

Some men are watching intently, while others are busy with their own entertainment.

But I tune it all out. I focus on the handsome man in front of me and I relish the proximity. This is the first time I"ve touched him in the flesh and I find my senses are getting numb, almost as if his mere touch is getting me drunk.

A shiver goes down my spine as I trace the contours of his muscles. Surprisingly, Theo is seriously packing. You would have never expected that behind his boring gray suits there would be a wall of muscle.

"You know the rules, handsome?" I turn to him, licking my lips suggestively. He"s holding himself still, watching me intently.

"Look, but don"t touch?" His voice is just like him — all male. There is a roughness to it that just serves to turn me on even more.

"This one, you can touch." I say, mesmerized by him. I keep touching him, my hand creeping higher and higher. I watch as his Adam"s apple bobs up and down in anticipation.

"And what else?" He breathes out, almost as if he"d run a marathon. This might be my first attempt at seduction, but I can tell that I have him.

His hand comes up, his palm settling on my cheek. I lean into him, savoring the feel of his skin next to mine. His thumb slowly caresses my lips, smearing some red lipstick. I don"t even think as I open my mouth and suck, my tongue gliding over his digit.

"You can do whatever you want to me." He has no idea just how much I mean those words.

My hands continue to roam over his thighs, going higher and reaching the growing bulge in his pants — the proof that he does, indeed, want me.

A little nervous, but mostly intoxicated by desire, I work on the zipper of his trousers. It might seem I"m going a little too slow, but I"m trying extremely hard to mask the sweat accumulating in my palms, and the fact that I have no idea what I"m doing.

I keep eye contact as I lower the fly and take him in hand. The moment I wrap my fingers around his cock, I let out a loud moan.

God, he"s certainly not disappointing!

His clothes are definitely a camouflage for the man underneath, his generous size exciting and scaring me at the same time.

It might hurt.

I push that thought aside and I focus on the present.

Moving my hand up and down, I become more familiar with him. The warm flesh is beckoning, and I don"t even think as I dip my head low and take him in my mouth. I lick the entire length before focusing on the head, sucking him, my tongue playing with the underside — just as I"d seen the hooker do. Going by his reaction, I"m doing it well enough.

His head is thrown back, his mouth slightly parted, and his hooded eyes are watching me. Spurred by his expression, I take more of him inside, struggling to accommodate his size. I gag when the head hits the back of my throat, but he seems to enjoy this, so I will myself to relax.

Theo seems lost to sensation, his hands resting on top of my head and controlling my movements. The moment I slow down my ministrations, he takes over, lowering me over his length and fucking my mouth repeatedly. My eyes tear up as he holds me down, my lips at the base of his cock. His chest rumbles with a groan, and hot liquid shoots down my throat. I"m so fucking turned on right now, and the taste of him lingering on my tongue is making me grow even wetter. I"m two seconds away from grinding on his leg, so I lean back, still keeping my eyes on him. Now, I need to make a memorable exit.

Slowly, I lick my lips clean and give him a wink before standing up to leave.

His voice seems pained as he asks.

"Your name. What"s your name?" My back is to him, so he doesn"t see the slow tug of my lips, satisfaction settling deep into my core.

"Pink," I drawl, "my name is Pink." I don"t look back as I head directly to the staff area.

My heart is beating loudly in my chest, my panties soaked. I did it. I fucking did it. And oh, was it everything I had thought it would be and more?

I prop myself against the lockers, trying to catch my breath, my mind slowly replaying every moment — every touch and every sound. God . . . My hand sneaks under the waistband of my panties, my fingers on my clit, seeking that relief. I turn my head to the side, stifling a moan as I bite into my shoulder. I hold on to the memory of his cock in my mouth, his cum on my tongue — a few strokes and I come, the orgasm so intense, I stagger off my feet.

Damn!

"Pink!" Someone yells from the door and reality crashes down on me, dissipating my previous high.

"Yes?" I respond, glad to see my voice sounds unaffected.

"The manager wants to see you." One girl peeks her head inside, looking at me with a scowl.

I nod and follow her.

I"ve had limited interactions with the manager, and of all the times he decides to call on me, he does it now? He should be grateful I don"t have a gun attached to my thigh, or he"d . . .

"Pink." He stands up from his seat, his expression contrite. I almost roll my eyes, but I still need the job — especially now. He narrows his eyes at me before shaking his head.

"I"ve been made aware of what you just did," he starts, as if he can"t watch the camera feed from behind his desk. There"s CCTV all throughout the club. He probably jacks off to it, the pervert.

"Oh?" I raise my eyebrows, pretending to be oblivious to what he"s referring to.

"You can"t just perform sexual acts in the club. That"s why we provide special rooms." He scowls at me.

"I"m so sorry," I say immediately, and I school my features to look guilty — and apologetic.

He looks me up and down for a second. I hope he won"t get any ideas. I really don"t want to kill him and lose my job.

"This is your first warning. Don"t do it again. Next time, make them book a room." He waves his hand dismissively and I know I got off easy. Those rooms cost a fortune, so it"s no wonder he doesn"t want to lose potential clients.

I nod and quietly make my way out, heading back to the VIP wing and hoping Theo might still be there.

To my great disappointment, he"s not.

Damn it!

***

Trudging my way to the club, I have to make a conscious effort to keep my eyes open. After last night, I"d barely slept a wink. Still, I have to be here on the off chance that Theo shows up. A quick glance at my watch and I realize I"m late.

Shit!

I increase my pace, hurrying to clock in before the absence is put on my record. Almost dashing through the club hallways, I greet the night manager and go to the lockers to change. As soon as I have my outfit on, I decide to head straight to the VIP lounge. If he"s at the club, then he"s most likely to be there.

The club is sectioned in two parts, one room for the regular people and another for the ones requiring more privacy. There is a dark tunnel connecting both of them, and only select people are allowed in — those with access to the entire club. Before I switch places with another girl working the VIP side, I have to be sure Theo is present. One night there and I"d realized that the girls were expected to be propositioned. I don"t want to risk injuring anyone if I get pissed — especially someone important.

Being late also means there"s less traffic in the tunnel at this time. I pause for a second to catch my breath and to compose myself. I still have to look my best.

I pat my dress down, making sure to emphasize the contour of my breasts. I"d seen the way Theo had looked at my cleavage, so I"d put on an extra-padded bra today. I"m trying to adjust one boob, when suddenly someone pulls on my arm.

I"m thrust against the wall, and my fight instincts kick in.

He didn"t!

I feel a fiery breath on skin, skimming the curve of my neck and toward my ear.

"I"ve been looking for you, Barbie girl." His voice sends a shiver down my back, and I know instinctively who it is.

Theo!

"Is that so?" I ask breathlessly. The moment I confirm his identity, my body does a one-eighty. Goosebumps cover my skin, and the increasing arousal I"m feeling has me crossing my legs to find some relief.

His hand moves up, trailing feather-like touches up my arm before dipping between my breasts. My breath hitches as he stops, and anticipation builds.

"We have unfinished business," he continues, his voice so suave — palpable sin. I don"t trust myself anymore, and my hands grip onto his biceps for support.

Oh la la, more muscle.

"Do we?" God, I must sound like an idiot, but it"s his fault. How can I be coherent when the object of my desire is within reach — close enough to touch?

"You"re such a fucking tease," he rasps, his face moving closer, "you think you can strut into the room, blow me until I see stars and then simply disappear?"

"I thought men enjoyed the chase." His hand is moving down, tantalizingly close to the spot that needs him the most.

"Oh, I do. I spent hours last night imagining all the ways I"d fuck you when I caught you." A whimper escapes my lips, and I feel myself growing wetter by the second. "Tell me, Barbie girl," his lips are hovering right above my flesh, "how do you like to get fucked?" His tongue sneaks out to lick right below my ear. When I feel the warm contact on my neck, I sigh, closing my eyes. My whole body contracts, my fingers digging into his arms. His chuckle brings me down to earth. "One touch of my lips and you came," he says, amused. I"m breathing hard, trying to gather my wits.

"I see you, Barbie girl. You want it rough," his teeth nibble at my earlobe "hard and fast in a body-bruising way. You want me to fuck you like the dirty little girl you are." Theo skims his fingers up my thigh, tracing the material of my panties.

"Please," I moan, overwhelmed by the sensory overload.

"Please what, Barbie girl?"

"Please fuck me." I want to tell him how much I want him, how I might die if I don"t feel him inside of me right this second, but words seem to fail me.

"Your wish is my command." I feel his smile against my neck, and in no time, he rips the fishnets off my body, pushing my panties to the side. His hand sneaks between my lips, and I almost die from the sensation.

"So wet," he murmurs, his tone dripping with satisfaction as he grazes over my clit, inserting one digit inside of me, "and so tight."

"Only for you." Only ever for you. He"s the first and only man I"d allow to touch me like that.

"Is that so?" He removes his finger and I"m suddenly left bereft. I whimper at the loss, but watch as he brings it to his mouth, licking off my juices.

Fuck! I"m in trouble.

It all happens so fast I can barely register it. In one swoop, he has me backed further into the wall, my legs wrapped around his waist. His hard length comes into contact with my center, and I let out a loud moan.

I need this like I need my next breath, and with shaky fingers I try to unbutton his pants.

"In a hurry, are we?" He breathes against my face. I can only nod, and his hands replace mine, taking his cock out and stroking it along the wet seam of my pussy.

"Fuck!" I cry out, knowing it"s just a matter of seconds now.

He fumbles to put on a condom and before I know it, he"s pushing against me.

"So fucking tight," he rasps in my ear, and I turn my head to the side, hoping he won"t see the tears in my eyes.

It burns!

Shit! I should have expected the pain given his size.

His hands are on my ass, hauling me over his length until he"s fully embedded inside of me. He groans low in his throat, his forehead resting on mine. I lock my legs behind his back, holding him to me, hoping the pain will subside.

"You"re wrecking me, Barbie girl," he says before his mouth seeks mine. My first kiss, and it"s not gentle or tentative. No, it"s a full-on parrying of tongues and mashing of mouths. I revel in the sensation of having him inside of me, of finally becoming one.

Because he is mine. He just doesn"t know it yet.

He pulls back, withdrawing almost all the way before thrusting in again. His tongue is emulating the movements of his cock and I no longer care about pain, or anything really. It"s just us — me and him.

His fingers dig into my ass, his movements gaining momentum. He thrusts into me like a madman, the tip of his cock hitting deep inside and making me gasp.

"Goddamn it." His grunts are huskier and one hand travels up to my neck, grabbing me in a painful hold and twisting my head around so I"m looking straight into his eyes. "You"re a witch, Pink. You"ve bewitched me," he murmurs before kissing me harder. His mouth trails down my neck until he reaches my tits. Tugging my dress down, he pops one nipple into his mouth, suckling.

God!

His teeth scrape my breasts as he licks and laps at me. Just as he moves to the other breast, my hands find their way into his hair, urging him on, drawing him closer.

Theo picks up speed, his cock moving in and out of me before he suddenly stills, his entire body taut with tension.

"Witch," he whispers again as he comes. I wrap my arms around him, holding onto him as he rides his pleasure.

Breathing hard, he raises his head from the crook of my neck, his forehead full of perspiration.

"Shit!" he curses. "You didn"t come, did you?" My first intention is to lie and say that I did, so I open my mouth to do that, but the words get stuck into my throat as his fingers deftly work my clit. He"s still inside of me, and that fullness coupled with the tingles from my clit has me coming in no time.

"Good," he praises, "good girl."

My lips stretch into a smile as he helps me down, withdrawing from me completely. One glance down has me panicking though, as I spot some blood at the base of the condom.

I immediately get on my knees, quickly removing the rubber and taking his length in my mouth.

"Just like that." His hand comes over my hair, brushing it aside. "Clean that cock real nice, my dirty little girl."

And I do. Because that"s all I ever want to be.

His dirty little girl.