Savior

Evelyn2

I’ve learned to cut off my senses when doing my dances and champagne room events. I’ve learned a lot of things in the past couple of months of freedom. Why did I forsake all of my sense just to show off to a man I have no history with? Is it just the game? I haven’t had good d**k in a long time, maybe that’s the problem. Who knows these days? I’m a walking problem of problems it seems, no surprise there. The sack of s**t under me probably has three kids and a gorgeous wife at home who thinks he’s working late at the office. Little does little honey know that daddy here is getting his rocks off with some random w***e in a strip club. It should bring me shame and disdain. It doesn’t. It’s not my problem this f**k head is a piece of s**t who spends his money on stupid s**t. His breathing picks up and I can feel his little d**k under me tighten against his jeans as he pants under me. I’m letting off my scent and it seems to be affecting everyone in the room. Clearly it doesn’t matter which gender, dancer or customer, everyone is enjoying the effect on the room right now. Suddenly the song ends, and I look down at the puddy beneath me. “I’ll pay for another few songs baby, then we can go to the champagne room. How’s that sound?” He rasps out, trying to get his bearings as he trembles. I’m, as always, unphased. I’m used to the effect I give off now, it’s a typical response to the demon I suppress. I smile down at him, ready to agree when suddenly the bouncer comes in and states off some chairs in the lounge that are now filled. I realize everyone is leaving, but since my seat wasn’t called, I’m going to get my money’s worth. I keep dancing to the beat, paying close attention to the dancer’s that irritably walk by. Most trying to convince their partner to go to the champagne room and some that are just too drunk, drugged, or tired to care. I snicker under my breath, typical velvet. I’m more curious to see who decided to buy up all these seats and how much they’re willing to hand out. I could use an extra couple of grand in my savings account. I roll my body down to the floor with the now exceedingly large space and show my moves off to him from afar. He adjusts himself in his pants and wipes the sweat off his forehead. My mouth waters as I watch his pulse flicker in his neck wildly, seemingly to the beat of the fast music. I hold his eyes in mine and crawl on my hands and knees to him, gently sliding into his lap. I slide my back down his chest, letting the scent of my neck and hair flow across his waiting face. I peer forward through my lashes when I’m thrown completely off my game with what I see. The mystery man has some girl I know that frequents the champagne rooms upstairs on his lap. He slides her hands from his freshly shaved jaw down his unbuttoned chest. My eyes follow the native tattoos flowing along his body. My gums ache and I try to hold myself at bay, jealousy overwhelming me. I try to remember to mind my own dance movements to match her sensual ones as she moves softly against his c**k. I notice from here it looks barely half staff, but I can’t get a good look with the lighting in here either. He grasps the back of her hair and jerks her to him, whispering something in her ear. She nods, looking delighted to do whatever it was he said. She slides down to her knees on the floor looking too wobbly on her seven inch stilettos. She may try to seem perfect, but I can point out many attributes that she should fix right away. He wraps both hands around her ears and down the nape of her neck, gathering all of her long dark hair in a tight fist as she undoes his belt buckle. Is she really going to suck his c**k in the VIP lounge?

Just as the thought crosses my mind she reaches in and pulls his c**k out. I can see from here that he is ten inches easy, and I can’t help but to try not to drool. I try to stop myself from imaging it’s me on my knee’s while he whispers how good of a girl I am, but I can’t. I watch as she wraps her lips around the tip of his thick d**k and works her way down. I look at his face to see he’s staring right at me with a smug look on his face. She makes a throaty gurgle sound, and he leans his head back in a groan, exposing his throat to the room. I watch his pulse push against his throat begging to be releasing from its skin prison. The man under me moans as I pick up my pace and his hands start to move up my thighs. The girl across the room is gagging as the mystery man f***s her throat calling her his good little slut. I’m biting my lips, my tongue, and whatever else to keep from moaning from the show. His eyes meet mine as he slams her throat down one more time. I can tell by the way she gags that he just came down her throat. I can smell his release pouring out of her mouth, I want to lick it off her lips. Realizing I’m practically drooling, I right myself and stand from the customer I’ve practically ridden the past three songs. He looks to be in a state of bliss as I feel the champagne dancer shoulder by me exiting after serving her “master”. “I need a couple of minutes to prep for the other room if you don’t mind, baby.”

“Actually, sweetheart, I’m going to head out. It’s been a very long night already but that was absolutely amazing.” He reaches into his wallet to pay me for the past hour of time before he leaves.

Quickly, I grab him by the shoulders and push him back against the seat not caring for the watching eyes behind me. You want to watch me work then watch bastard. I run my fingers under his chin and stare deep into his eyes. “Why don’t you go ahead and pay me for the time then? Maybe next time we can make it a priority?”

As always, he gets lost in the fog of emotion and sighs. “Of course, sweetheart. Anything for you, here’s $3,500, will that do?”

I grit my teeth at the nickname I despise but hold my composure. “Thanks baby, you know I when you come see me. Be careful going back home now.” I smile as he leaves, knowing I just took the last money he has until pay day but who cares. I fold the wad of cash into my bag and start picking up my stuff trying to hold my breath. I can still smell his masculinity in the room, it weighs heavy in the air. I know he’s still sitting where she left him and that he’s still watching me, but I don’t give him the attention he’s wanting. I turn to adjust myself in the mirror behind my couch before finally meeting his gaze. “Satisfied?”

“Not even close, care to help me with that love?” He whispers, knowing I can hear him somehow. I can see the colors in the room flashes in his hazel eyes making me want to stare in them as I c*m all over his hips. I know he’s waiting on a response, but my mind can’t seem to conjure up anything decent. I yank my s**t up and go to leave before suddenly feeling his hand on my bicep. The memories begin to try and assault my mind as I whirl around and face him. “Did you enjoy the show angel?”

I grit my teeth; there we go with the pet names again. Why does it sound so good coming from his mouth when he says it? “It sure seems like you did, but why do you care what I think? You don’t even know me.”

He pauses, he knows I’m right. He thinks he saved a damsel in distress on a dark street corner. He has no idea who he actually saved that man from and what I’m actually capable of. My inner demon is dying to show him what I could do to him on the very couch he stands in front of. Pleasurable and painful things indeed. He purses his lips and looks me up and down, sizing me up. “Right, the same questions could be asked for you since you were so jealous?”

“I was not jealous.” I seethe, hating the betrayal of liquid between my thighs that are begging to be around his neck in this very moment.

He smirks, “That’s why you’re soaked for me right now, right?”

“I am not soaked, so if you will excuse me. I’m sorry you won’t be getting your way tonight like you seem to normally do.” I yank my arm from his grasp, and he finally lets me storm out of the room. I know it’s only around midnight or one in the morning at this point, but I need some fresh air. I pull on my robe that I keep here for this very purpose and head out to my hiding spot on the roof. On the way, I spot Jesse leading a guy, who looks too drunk to be in here, up to the champagne lounge. I slide over in her way and block her entrance, so she’ll pay attention to me. “Care for an extra partner?”

“He’ll pay for anything girl, let’s go.” She laughs like a little devil, I love it. If I were to ever be bisexual it would have to be with Jesse. She is so casual with everything she does there’s no questions, no answers, and it never happened. She would help me hide a body if I needed it and that is why I keep her so close. Smiling, I look over my shoulder to see the mystery man watching me from the entrance of the VIP lounge looking furious.