in my belly and spreading down my arms from the whiskey an unsettling sensation. I’ve only really drunk beer before and it takes a bit before the alcohol really sets in.
This was damn near instant.
“You’re very popular.”
I shrug. “I take my dancing seriously, no half-assing around here.”
He pours another shot and I take it before he even slides in across to me, the smirk on his face getting a little wider. “And yet you’ll only work the stage. A lot more tips are made in private dances.”
“I don’t want to do extra. I’ve been very clear about that,” I say, my words coming out in a croak but his eyes still burn as they trace down my bare legs.
“You just wanna be a dancer, not a pro? Fine by me.”
Except then he stands up and walks around the desk until he’s leaning back on it, the bulge in his pants telling me this isn’t the end of the conversation.
I swallow and he chuckles under his breath. “I’m not offering you money, Angel, but I do want you to suck my dick. You got a boyfriend or something stopping you?”
I shake my head, my eyes still glued to the bulge. Jesus. Has he hypnotized me with it or something? The low and sultry tones of his voice are like a balm over that jittery part of my soul, soothing all of my sharp edges until I’m sitting here staring at his dick like it’s fucking breakfast.
What the hell was in the whiskey?
“What are you going to do about it then, Angel? What are you going to do about me standing here, wanting you to suck my dick? Are you gonna be the frigid bitch or show me what that mouth can actually do?”
I shouldn’t let him bait me into anything.
I shouldn’t.
But for once in my life, I’m not scared of touching someone. I could show him… not that I really know what the hell to do but looking at him is like injecting lust straight into my bloodstream.
I want him.
I don’t want to want him, but I do.
I sink to my knees and for a second, I think I see him hesitate. Fuck, if he doesn’t want this then why bait me? If he walked away right now… fuck, it wouldn’t actually change anything. I’d still be here for work tomorrow, the only thing would be that for once the rumors about me would be true.
I would be the girl ready to get down on her knees for some biker she doesn’t really know, in the back of a strip club ready to suck him off.
Maybe I should’ve done this years ago?
Maybe the way to get past the horrible things that were done to me is to just… own them. Do whatever it is I want to do just so long as I find the right guy to be doing it with?
The only flaw in that plan is that Tomi has been the very first guy to interest me and I’m freaking positive that once he blows his load he’ll walk the hell outta here.
I guess that’s a good thing.
I can’t let anyone close to me right now anyway.
“Fuck you’re sexy down there, Angel. Hands behind your back. Open up wide for me, gimme that tongue.”
I do what he asks, clasping my hands together and sticking out my tongue. I’m sure I look fucking stupid but he grunts as he unzips his jeans and fists his cock.
It’s bigger than I thought a dick could be.
I manage to swallow, even with my mouth open and he grunts at me, squeezing his cock until the tip glistens with his pre-cum. “Fuck, sweetness. You want this? You want me to shove this down that pretty throat of yours so you can swallow me up.”
I nod my head just a tiny bit and he growls at me, a low and rough sound that has my thighs clenching together.
I didn’t even know my body could react that way.
He touches the tip to my tongue, rubbing the pre-cum there so I can taste him, and his eyes are hot on mine as he watches my every move. Not that I can move, nope, he has me trapped with the intensity of this moment. The salty tang of him isn’t exactly unpleasant but it’s not something I’m used to tasting.
One of his hands drops into my hair and clenches into a fist, loose enough that I’m not in pain, and then he moves me forward until his cock