Stripper For A Wife

Desperate and entangled

Nathan

I walked out in haste, unraveling my tie, irritated. My secretary followed. “Mr. Anfield demands you come home for dinner tonight, Sit.” She said rather timidly.

I looked at her pissed. “Dismiss the invitation.” I said abruptly and walked to my car.

My driver revved the engine. I immediately corrected him. “Not home. Not anyplace my family can find me. I need some privacy today.”

He sounded hesitant. “I’m afraid it’ll be on the outskirts of town and not to your taste.”

“Getting away from everyone seems more pertinent; I can manage with whatever arrangement.”

He nods. “Yes sir, I’ll find the best of the best.”

I wasn’t expecting much out of mediocrity.

After some drives, we drove to some bars and stripping clubs. I wasn’t sure it’d be to my taste. I’ve enjoyed some varieties, and this might not be up to par.

I scrunched my nostrils at the ground floor; it was overcrowded and reeked with cigarettes. The receptionist, noticing my discomfort, quickly offered. “There’s a VVIP section, sir. It’s the Gallery; it provides you enough privacy and a quality experience.”

I scoffed; with the environment, I doubt it’ll make any difference. I had my driver, who was also my bodyguard, settle out the arrangement. It was fairly decent but not enough. I was served neat whiskey and relaxed for the showdown. It was a stripping show. Three women, with one noticeably inexperienced and nervous. My attention immediately went to her. She was beautiful and younger than others.

Noticeably young. Her long brown hair, silky and lustrous, danced over her face in an attempt to appear sultry. She had innocent doe eyes that appeared anxious, desperate, and determined at the same time.

Something about her naivety itched me. I wanted her in her clumsy self. The music stopped, and others with better performances were picked over her.

There was this desolateness in her eyes, an evident worry and fear as they glossed her over. My eyes glazed over her expression, her nervous, wrung hands.

She was pathetic; the question was, why was I also pathetically drawn to her? I ticked my jaw and leaned over the gallery. “I want her.”

Her hazel brown eyes glossed over the crowd to find me; she finally raised those eyes up, and I felt oddly entranced.

Ophelia

I walked up the crooked stairs, following the direction the manager gave to the room my buyer was currently in. My mind was a blur as to what I should do, but Amelia is all that matters to me.

I need to do everything for her sake.

In front of the door, I knocked and gently pushed the handle; the room was dark, and a heavy scent of cigar drifted in white smoke towards me. I trembled at the sight of the man seated in an armchair right across.

“Come here.” He ordered.

I hurriedly closed the door and walked in timid steps towards him. The fluorescent light of the lamp was casting a little light on his face. I could see the hollowness of his cheek; his eyes had a distance in their cold greyness; they were abstruse and calculating. Watching my every move like a predator.

I stopped in front of him and lowered my head. “Thanks for securing my place today; I’ll serve you now.” I murmured the words I was asked to recite.

The manager told me their male customers love oral pleasure before the real deal. I just had to suck it like a lollipop. I fell to my knees, my hands reaching for his belt. I could not meet his eyes for the life of me. My being revolted with intense shame. A tear dropped at the side of my cheek, but I ignored it.

His belt appeared to be difficult; his vein-covered hands reached for it and unraveled it in a second.

“Thank you.” I muttered, lowering my face from his piercing gaze.

My hands trembled as they unzipped these trousers; a Calvin Klein brief came into view. The content in it appeared huge.

“Go ahead, what’s your name?” His deep voice bellowed slowly against the dim night. The cold of the room appeared more noticeable.

“Ophelia.” I mumbled.

He waited and let my name flow from his lips. His pronunciation is hitting every vowel. “Ophelia. Look at me.” He ordered.

I hesitated for a second, and he caught my chin and forced my eyes to stare into his cold grey eyes. His lips curled sadistically.

“You are painfully naive.”

I swallowed and forced myself back to her. His complaint might get me fired. “I’ll fix it.” I hurriedly pulled his trousers, but my hands wouldn’t stop trembling when I reached his briefs.

He caught my hand and pulled me forcefully to his chest. “You are not cut out for this job.”

A tear fell down my face. “I am; please give me another chance. I’ll please you. Please.”

Nathan

The fright in her eyes and her voice all signaled desperation. “How.” I muttered and caught the scent from her hair. It was a cheap shampoo but intoxicating and more addictive mixed with her natural floral scents. She had a hint of rosy scent with some sweet tangy vanilla emanating from her.

I dug my face into her neck and sniffed down her neck. A sharp exhale fell out from her lips.

I was this close to seducing her myself.

I withdrew, “Show me.” I ordered, and an emboldened look grew on her face. Her soft form fell on my groin, the tip of my c**k boiling with a rush of blood. A painful erection. Her arms thrown around my neck, enveloping me with her scent. Her hazel-green pupils dilated as her rosy lips found the edge of her jawline; her soft, warm breath fanned warm air before her soft lips found my coarse jawline. Gently she layered on the most sensual kisses before tracing down to my neckline; her other hand unbuttoned my vest.

Her lips fell down my chest and trailed down to my V-line. She took it a step further and went lower, kissing the painful bulge. A groan fell out of my lips. She grew bolder and caught hold of my c**k. Her tongue licked through my briefs, and that was the straw.

I caught her face and pulled her to me. “You can back out now. I’m giving you the chance to.”

She appeared hesitant, her translucent brown eyes falling on my face. “Would you really want that?” She muttered softly.

. Her voice, her scent, and the doe eyes of her fading innocence. I buried my thumb into her lips. “It’s too late now.” I reached for and claimed her lips.

They tasted like heaven—soft, plump, and rosy. I lifted her in my arms and took her to the king-sized bed in the middle of the room.

Without wasting any more time, I ripped her bra off, her soft mounds of flesh falling into my hands; I kneaded them, relishing their fullness.

The tip of my c**k was impatient against my tight brief. For someone innocent, the scent of her arousal filled the air. It was not like my previous encounters; I wanted to pleasure her. I wanted her in a way I have never felt.

Leaning down, I felt her wetness and let my finger stroke through her wanton folds; they were slick and slippery.

She moaned pleased and held on to my hand rather tightly. “Don’t stop.” She pleaded.

“I don’t intend to.”

I reached for the pack of condoms and handed it to her. “Wear it over me.”

A timid, flushed look appeared on her face. She took the packet and slid one out. Gently, her fingers slid my brief down, and my c**k sprang on her face.

For a second she appeared startled, then awed. Her doe-brown eyes open in amazement. “It’s much bigger.” She frowned as she stared at the condom.

“I got my size.”

She bit her lips. “It doesn’t look so.” Every second appeared tortuous. Her hesitation made her adorable.

“You haven’t had s*x before.”

She looked away. “Well, my ex-boyfriend cheated on me on the day I wished to. So no.” She bit her lips. “Can I touch it?”

I nodded, further intrigued by her. She appeared more curious than scared. Her finger trailed around the vein of my c**k. She slathered the precum at the tip and massaged it downwards.

I shivered from the tortuous pleasure. “Stop.” I held her hands. She appeared to be enjoying this very much.

The wrap was slipped on, and I wasted no time. “I’m going to be in you now. The least I can do is to make sure it’s pleasurable.”

Ophelia.

My eyes flickered open, the warmth of the man beside me gone, the room smelled like the air of our sin. A flustered look appeared on my face at my sore throat; I really did scream last night, in sheer pleasure.

He treated me like a lover. I threw the duvet over me and attempted to stand when I noticed the little ache between my legs. The weight of his body on me was a fond memory. I could smell his cologne on me, my skin covered in hickeys.

I saw a card on the night desk. “Settled with the management. There’’s a car waiting for you outside…” A number was behind the card.

I bit my lips.

“He wants us to meet.” I muttered in slight confusion. I was just a stripper now; what more could he want from me?

***

I wore my hoodie over my head, concealing the hickeys on my neck. The other ladies whispered and cast stares at me.

I tried to pretend I couldn’t feel the stares boring holes in my back.

“She brought in the biggest fund yesterday. The manager appeared pleased; he wouldn’t stop talking about her.”

“For someone rather inexperienced, she has them wrapped around her tiny fingers.”

A staff member walked into the dressing room. “Ms. Ophelia?” He called.

I hurried to the front. “I’m Ophelia.”

“The manager wants to see you.”