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I take a deep breath and walk into the room, I turn and look at the man, and stop.
“Well fuck.” The words escape before I can stop them, he isn’t like anyone who usually comes here, not the rich guys or the ones living down to the last penny. He’s wearing a suit that shows his muscles bulging from within it.
He has tattoos along his hands and up his neck, with a beard just showing below his mask. His blue eyes instantly draw me in. He reminds me of a biker, like at my dad’s club. I shouldn’t like bikers, but thanks to Daddy and our trips there I do love them.
I hear his slight chuckle as the music starts.
“Sorry.” I wasn’t expecting this, I move into the room and start dancing. on the pole first, after ten minutes I dance towards him, and he keeps his eyes on me as I dance against him. Nothing but the sound of music fills the space between us as I dance against him..
“Do you do this often?” His question causes me to laugh.
“I work here, so what do you think?” I turn so my back is against him, my body grinding against his, and he groans.
“I think based on how you’re moving and what you’re doing to me you dance a lot. Maybe even for years.” His head falls back and I laugh. “Kill me now.”
“Is my dancing that bad?”
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“No, but this is torture. I came to pass time before a meeting, I may regret that decision.” I smile at his words and keep moving against him.
“A lap dance before a meeting could have its benefits, it will be a calm. meeting.”
He laughs and nods.
“I’m not sure I could walk out of here, go to my meeting and not keep imagining this over and over.” His words taunt and I purposely push against him harder and he groans.
“Do they train you on how to make guys want to bleed?”
I smile and shake my head. “No, that’s my signature move.” I turn and face him, moving against him more.
“So, can you give me a name?” His head tilts and I continue to dance.
“Scarlet.”
“Okay, Scarlet, I know that isn’t your name, so I will give you my dance name, which is.” He considers it and I laugh. “I have no idea what a male dancer’s name would be to give one.
I consider a name and laugh. “How about Spanky McPants? What do you think Mr. Spanky Mcpants?” He laughs and then groans as I dip against him.
“Sure, sure, I’ll agree.”
His head falls back and I continue to dance.
“So, you dance much in these rooms?” His question is quiet and I
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“You’re the first Sir, I guess you got lucky.”
“Lucky would be to see if the face I am imagining is beneath the mask.”
I laugh before tutting and shaking my finger at him.
“Masks never leave the faces, Sir, let’s be honest, even if I took it off, we all wear masks in our daily lives anyway.”
He nods and smiles. “True. I don’t think this is fair though, that you get to touch me, rub your body against mine and my hands have to stay here. Because I’m guessing if I so much as inclined to touch you, alarms will sound.”
His words flow through me as I dance, and call me crazy but I like this guy. I move and place his hand on my thigh and feel him freeze before he chuckles.
“No sirens.” He looks around amazed.
“We have panic buttons. Sirens won’t start for you touching me. I keep moving and
moving and he nods, his hand staying in the same place. I move and
turn with my back against him, dancing against him again.
“Scarlet, I think you may need to stop soon.” I smile hearing him, and move back against him, pushing my body against him more.
“Or, I could really work my magic, so you go home craving me.” I place his hand on my thigh again.
“I’m sure we’re breaking rules right now Scarlet, just how many would be broken if my hand decided to move up more?” I moan at his words and slide his hand up more.
“Only one way to find out.” I release his hand and he continues to
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move it until it’s between my legs. A small moan escapes my lips as he cups my sex, and my hips roll against him, causing his fingers to rub. against me. I mean, call me a whore, but I want him to touch me, I haven’t wanted anyone like this in years.
He moves quickly, lying me down on the sofa so his body is above mine. He keeps his fingers against my sex as he kisses around my breasts, before leading kisses down to the waistband of my skirt. His finger traces the tattoo there. A small scream escaping my mouth as he bites and sucks against my breast, my hips pushing up to him.
I feel his fingers push inside of me, and I move my hips against his hand. I expect him to slow down or stop, but he doesn’t instead hist fingers speed up, his mouth encasing my nipple as the cries of pleasure escape my lips and I continue to grind against his fingers.
“Well, shit.” I can’t believe that just happened. I watch as he moves back, his fingers raising to his mouth and he sucks them into it. I hear a low growl escape his lips and I go to reach for him before he quickly stands.
“I should leave. It was nice meeting you Scarlet, maybe next time I have a few hours to wait for a meeting I will see you again.” I go to speak but he turns and walks to the door, dropping money into the bowl he walks out. My body falls back on the sofa.
I don’t even know how that happened, or why? I was right in saying call me a whore, because I literally just got off and orgasmed around some random guy’s fingers and I don’t even know his name.
Standing I sort myself out and pick up the money, there is at least three grand here? What does he do, print money? I laugh and head out, finishing my dances for the night before going home.