Chapter I: Lust at First Sight

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He is a vision of serenity in his seat across the darkened room. The fluorescent lights illuminate his face; for so many, the colors are unflattering, but the lightening on this man in particular only illustrates his sculpted facial structure and strong jaw line. Why would a beautiful man like him be in such a place like this?

Sliding off my stoop, I make my way toward him. I have grown used to approaching men, but this man is so different. His confidence and power are evident in his posture as his eyes search the crowded room. I feel drawn to him, like a moth to a flame, causing my brain to be unresponsive as my high heeled feet trail toward him on their own accord.

As I grow closer my heart begins to race. I’ve never felt so nervous about doing my job before. Although in real life I am meek and submissive, here I am something else entirely. I take on a different persona, a different name, and pretend that I am anywhere but here. When I am on a stranger’s lap, my mind is far away. I transport myself to a place where I am happy; I ignore the stench of alcohol and tobacco that reeks from the pores of whatever guest is currently between my thighs.

As if he feels my presence, his eyes shoot up to mine, stopping me in my tracks. His eyes are the most amazing shade of emerald green. They sparkle in the dark atmosphere sending my mind reeling. Taking a deep breath, I continue to walk toward him, knowing that now he has seen me I cannot back down. He looks as if he is expecting me.

He looks refined and older, but the only thing that gives his age away is the few wrinkles that surround his handsome eyes. I give him a coy smile as I stop myself a few inches in front of his chair. He gazes up at me, but his face remains the same cool impassive expression.

“Would you like to go to the backroom with me,” I ask in my forced sultry voice I have become much too good at using.

But on this occasion, I’m unsure how forced the tone really is. I’ve never been so attracted to a customer before. My thoughts are usually too far away to notice the man in front of me. I see them more as a means to an end then a person.

His impassive look disappears, being replaced with sly smile.

“Is that what you want?”

His voice stuns me momentarily. His tone is rich like chocolate, his words wrapping around me feeling like the smoothest velvet against my skin. No one has ever asked me what I wanted before.

Before I can answer, he smirks up at me and smooths the lapels of his suit.

“Lead the way,” he says as he rises from his seat.

As his eyes rack over my body I become very aware at my practically naked state. In my lace thong and matching lace unlined bra, I feel practically nude. It is so crude, the way he blatantly stares at me. I’m uncomfortable and aroused under his intense eye. I lead him through the crowded club, dodging the few drunken men who try to swat my ass or grab my hips a bit too tightly.

The private longue is well lit and intimate. I always thought it was a rather attractive room for such a horrid place, with burgundy walls and ivory colored furniture. There is a small stage with a pole in front of a simple leather chair. I like being on stage, it’s the one place I can come in contact with no one.

“Would you like a drink sir,” I ask as I usher him to sit.

“Please.”

He sits down on the ivory chair and loosens his tie. He looks incredible. I want nothing more than to run my tongue along the length of his strong jawline. Pouring him a glass of Hendricks on the rocks, I saunter toward him, delighted as his eyes roam over the lines of my body.

“Here you go sir,” I say politely as I hand him a drink, “what would you like from me tonight?”

“You may sit on my lap until I finish my drink,” he says in a flat tone. He seems so at ease and unaffected by me.

I sit on his lap, wanting nothing more than to please him. I watch his Adam’s apple quiver as he takes a long drink of his gin. One hand comes up to rest on my ass as he continues to drink. When his glass is almost empty, he looks at me with a quizzical eye.

“Do you enjoy working here,” the man coolly asks. His tone is one of disinterest, but his eyes are searching mine for an answer.

“Of course,” I say too quickly and the man notices it.

“You enjoy having men look at you?”

I feel naked under his gaze and want nothing more than to cover up my nipples that are puckering through the light lace fabric of my bra’s cups.

“Yes,” I say with a dead voice.

“Well I enjoy looking at you. You are a beautiful girl,” he says as if he is stating a fact rather than complimenting me.

“Thank you,” I say anyway.

“Are you old enough to be working here,” he asks as he takes another drink.

My cheeks instantly heat up with an intense blush. Is this man a cop or something? Perhaps that is why he looks so terribly out of place.

“I’m twenty-two,” I answer honestly.

“That’s good,” he comments, “you look much younger.”

I am at a loss for words. I’ve never made small talk with a customer before. Men rarely want to talk to me; they just want to get to the point.

“Would you like me to dance for you now,” I ask, trying to keep the uncertainty out of my voice.

He looks almost amused as he puts down his drink. “If it will please you to do so you may.”

This beautiful man is so weird. I feel put off and aroused at the same time.

I walk to the corner of the room and turn up the volume on the speakers until a quick tempo song fills the room. I don’t listen to the lyrics, I never do. All the music in this club sounds the same to me. The songs have similar beats and loud bass. Not music you really meditate on the meaning of.

Sauntering back over to the man who is appraising me with a thoughtful gaze, I slide onto his lap and let my body begin to move to the beat. Usually I would dance on stage, but something about this man makes me yearn to be near him.

His eyes rack over my body and I feel completely exposed and deliciously wet. I press my dripping core against the crotch of his trousers, unable to contain myself. His eyes darken as he looks at me, and I nearly cum when I watch him lick his lips.

“What’s your name beautiful,” he asks in a husky voice.

He places his palms on my ass and I grind against him. Should I tell him my true name or tell him the lie?

“Jane,” I decide on.

 “Jane,” he chuckles, “plain Jane? That doesn’t fit you at all.”

Intuitive, I’ll give the man that. His eyes bore into me as if he can see me for who I truly am. I feel shaken by his captivating gaze.

“Well that’s the name my mother gave me,” I tease as I bounce around on his lap.

“Sure it is,” he mutters.

I feel his erection between my legs and I want nothing more than to ride it until I reach my orgasm. The song finishes and I move off his lap.

“What will it take to get you to come home with me,” he says, very curt and businesslike all of the sudden.

He smooths his dress pants and gazes up at me expectantly.

“I’m not a whore,” I mutter in disbelief.

Part of me is outraged by his assessment but part of me thinks maybe I can be his whore, just for tonight.

“I wouldn’t pay,” he smirks.

I bite my lip and focus on the throbbing sensation between my legs. I haven’t had sex since high school and with a man such as this offering it to me, it’s hard to deny myself. Fidgeting in my heels I gaze up at the man who is now standing before me. He easily towers over my five foot four inch frame. His copper hair shines against the room’s spotlights and I’m captivated by him once again.

“I get off in an hour,” I finally say as I regain my strength.

“Perfect, I shall wait for you Jane,” he smirks before stepping out of the private room and makes his way back to his table. 

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