Savior

Evelyn3

Jesse is stripping off her top as I rub the drunk man shoulders, standing behind him and the love seat. She motions for me to come to her as she bites her bottom lip. I oblige, knowing what’s about to happen. Steaming things happen up her with the right girls and the right customers, it all ends up depending on the payout. I run my hands over her shoulders and trace the curve of her spine with her long black hair. Jesse is absolutely stunning in the best way, there’s no question for why she makes good income here. She fake moans as I kiss up her neck and grab her ass, pulling her into me. The man on the couch has taken his c**k out and is beating it to our provocative show. I look over beside him to see the ten thousand Jesse received upon entry just for this occasion. The only rule stated was no s*x between him and us, only watching and dirty dancing. This is his bachelor party; he’s getting married tomorrow and is probably going to be too wasted to show up on time. Poor girl has no idea what she’s getting into. This is why I’ll never marry or settle down, outside of the obvious damage and hatred for the male species. Men are good for two things and one of them is in their pants. Jesse leads me over to the lounge chair that sits directly in front of the wasted customer and pushes me down onto it. She has clearly had some liquor as well because she usually isn’t the first to take control. She isn’t shy by any means but I’m usually the one making the first moves with things in this case. Straddling my hips, she leans down and brushes her lips across mine staring into my eyes. I can feel how up tight she is about this and that makes me curious. My mind reverts back to the one rule laid out downstairs that she filled me in on the way up here. I’m suddenly aware that the man is getting up from his seat to walk around to us, and I deepen the kiss not wanting her to panic. She doesn’t do many champagne lounge dances, and I can see why. She moans into my mouth, and I can tell this wasn’t faked. I run my fingertips down into her waistband and stroke her c**t. She hisses against my lips as I coax moans up and out of her throat. I slide my fingertips over her wetness and guide my index finger into her. She sits up and moans, throwing her head back and rides me as I insert another finger deep into her soaking p***y. “Come for me baby girl.” I whisper as I feel her tighten around my fingers and she screams out gushing into my hand. Withdrawing my fingers from between her quivering thighs I suck on them tasting her sweet essence. My mouth waters as images of devouring her and biting into her thigh start to assault my senses. I swollen the lump down in my throat as I watch the customer start to touch her. My own p***y is quivering begging for a release I am denying it purposefully.

He goes to stand behind her and abruptly pushing her down on top of me, knocking the breath out of her. The liquor must be hitting her along with her heavy climax, because she doesn’t knock him out. She whines, “Hey, not so rough. This isn’t what we said we’d do Clarence.”

“Come on, Jesse, what they don’t know won’t kill them and I’ll pay you extra.” He grunts as he starts to drop his jeans.

“No clarence I don’t want all of that tonight.” She shakes her head pushing off of me and getting off the chair. Growling, he storms after her, grabbing ahold of her throat and slamming her down on the couch cushion he previously inhabited.

He leans down into her face, his fingers fumbling with their clothes. “You’re going to give it up like a good little slut because that’s what I’m paying you for.”

“She said no!” I shout, storming over to them. Power flows through my starving veins as I grab him by the nape of the neck and chuck him off of her. If I hadn’t been denying myself all these months I could’ve done worse damage.

Unexpectedly, the door to our private room busts open revealing four guards and my mystery man. I yank my club robe off the chair and wrap it around Jesse, shielding her from the guard’s eyes. Of course they’ve seen everything she has to offer, but I won’t let them see her in her vulnerability. “Throw him and his friends out, they will not be returning unless they want broken bones.” My mystery man thunders as the customer flinches away from the two guards coming down on him. One of the guards stands back with my man as the other wraps Jesse up in his arms like a helpless child. She nuzzles into his neck, interesting. I’ll find out later if that’s just the alcohol or if something is going on with that.

“Take care of her.” I breathe, looking deep into the guards’ eyes looking for any malice. I find only gentleness as he looks down at her murmuring reassurance as he passes me. I gather up all my things noticing he must have taken Jesse’s things with her already including half the stack of money. I try to think back to when he could have done that so quickly, I felt like I was watching the entire time.

The other guard and my mystery man are still talking as I step out of the doorway onto the balcony. The club is clearing out so it must be around two or three o’clock in the morning. My man walks over to me, looking me up and down as if I am battered and bruised. “Are you okay?”

“How did you know what was going on?” I demand.

He stares down at me for what seems like a long time before finally answering. “We have cameras everywhere in here, love. My guards saw something was wrong and I happened to be close by.”

“Or happened to be watching the cameras yourself.” I snort.

The tension in the air is so thick you could take a knife and draw pretty lines in it. He stares daggers through me that I shoot right back at him. “You’re welcome for saving your ass again, rose.”

“That’s not even my name dumbass.” I snap, pushing my way past him and making my way down the stairs. “Maybe you should learn it before stalking a girl you don’t even know.”

I don’t have to turn around to know he’s following me through the mostly empty club, everyone cleared out fast tonight. I can smell blood in the air, he and his friends must have put up a fight. I cut off my senses reminding myself that I just need to get out of here and get back to my elixir at home. I slam the dresses room door open and throw my bag down. There are still three other girls standing and talking about what I’m assuming happened with their night. I go to open my locker, but he smacks his hand on it and jerks me around to look at him. Throwing his other arm up, he blocks my path and glares over at the remaining occupants that are now nervously watching us. “Get the f**k out and go home.”

They didn’t need another response before scurrying out of the dressing room. Shoving him off of me, I glare up at him not backing down. “You don’t have to be such a d**k to them you know. If you want some alone time with me all you have to do is pay up asshole.”

“I don’t pay for time angel; you will be begging for me before this is over.” He mutters.

I groan, “What does that even mean?! Ugh, never mind! I don’t have time for this.”

“Off to some other hot paying date?” He chuckles. “Hey, calm down and talk to me.”

“Why in the hell would I do that?” I snap, I can feel the need coming on and it scares the hell out of me. I am desperate at this point to get home and away from him before I make a mistake.

He laughs out loud which pisses me off even more. “Are you even going to tell me your name?”

“Evelyn, you?” I retort trying to slam everything I can messily into my bag.

“Heath, nice to meet you.” He chuckles.

I roll my eyes, “Heath, I just watched you get your d**k sucked by some w***e while I gave a dance. I hardly think we just met each other in case you didn’t realize.”

“Oh, believe me, angel, I remember you watching and seeing that you loved it. You were soaked for me, weren’t you? Did you wish it was you with my c**k in your mouth?” He whispers, peering down into my face.

I scoff, “I could think of a billion different things I would rather be doing dickhead.”

“Like what, eating your friend’s p***y? Let me guess you don’t take d**k, huh?” He grumbles.

I roll my eyes again, typical man to be guessing a woman’s sexuality for her. “I take d**k just fine, just not yours, so f**k the f**k off. I need to get home and get some rest goddamn.”

Turning to leave the room, I’m stopped when he abruptly slams me against the lockers and leans down into my face. “I’ll make you want this d**k if it’s the last thing I do, you want to know why?” I shake my head and we both know I’m lying. “Because I can’t get you out of my goddamn thoughts since last night.” With that, he slams his lips on mine and my entire world crumbles into nothing.