YES! DADDIES: AN EROTIC COMPILATION OF SHORT STORIES

A STUDENT OR STRIPPER? (3)

TRINITY.

A week passes and I don't hear from him.

I see him on campus, of course. In the halls, in the library once. Each time, our eyes meet and I remember his hands on me, his fingers inside me, the way he looked at me like I was something he wanted to devour.

Thursday night, I'm getting ready for my shift when Mai, one of the managers, finds me.

"Daisy. You've been requested for an outcall."

I freeze. "What? I don't do outcalls."

"You do tonight. Client specifically asked for you. Already paid a deposit that's worth more than you make in a month." She hands me an address. "Car's waiting."

I look at the address and my stomach flips.

Uptown. The expensive part. The part where people like me don't live.

"Who requested me?"

"Didn't give a name. Just said to send Daisy and only Daisy."

I know. Of course I know.

The car is a black town car with a driver who doesn't speak to me. We drive for twenty minutes into increasingly wealthy neighborhoods until we pull up to a high-rise that overlooks the water.

"Penthouse," the driver says. "Elevator code is 2847."

I get out on shaking legs and enter the building. The lobby is all marble and gold and way out of my tax bracket.

The elevator requires a code for the top floor. I punch in the numbers and it shoots upward, my stomach dropping.

When the doors open, they open directly into an apartment.

Damien's apartment.

He's standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, hands in his pockets, wearing dark jeans and a black shirt. The view behind him is stunning—the entire city lit up, water sparkling—but I can't look away from him.

"Hello, Trinity."

"It's Daisy when I'm working."

"Are you working? Or are you here because you want to be?"

I step into the apartment and the elevator doors close behind me. "You paid for me to be here. So yes, I'm working."

"Fair enough." He moves toward me slowly. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"I'm fine."

"You're nervous."

"I'm in my professor's apartment about to strip for him. Yes, I'm nervous."

He smiles at that. "I'm not your professor anymore. Semester ended last week."

"Semantics."

"Important ones." He's close now, close enough to touch. "You're not my student. I'm not your professor. We're just two adults who happen to find each other incredibly attractive."

"Is that what this is?"

"Isn't it?" His hand comes up, fingers tracing my jawline. "Or are you going to pretend you haven't been thinking about this? About me?"

I can't. I have been thinking about it. Constantly.

"How much did you pay for this?" I ask instead.

"Does it matter?"

"Yes. I need to know what I'm worth to you."

He pulls out his phone and shows me a number.

My eyes go wide. "That's—that's six months of my rent."

"Then I hope you're planning to stay for a while."

"Damien—"

"Dance for me." His voice drops lower, commanding. "Show me what I paid for. Then we'll see where the night goes."

He moves to the couch, settling into it with his legs spread, and I'm reminded of last week. Of how he looked at me. How his hands felt.

I take off my coat, revealing the outfit underneath—white lace this time, pure and innocent in a way that's completely deceptive.

His eyes go dark.

"White," he says. "Interesting choice."

"You don't like it?"

"I like the irony. Nothing about what we're doing is innocent."

I walk to his sound system and queue up something slow and sensual. When I turn back, he's watching me with that predatory intensity.

I start to move, letting the music guide me, and his eyes never leave my body.

"You know what I thought about all week?" he asks.

"What?"

"How you tasted on my fingers. How tight you were. How you looked when you came." His hand moves to his crotch, palming himself. "Couldn't stop thinking about it. Couldn't focus on anything else."

"Good." I turn, showing him my back, and slowly unhook my bra. It falls away and I look over my shoulder at him. "I couldn't focus either. Kept remembering your hands on me. Kept wanting more."

"Then take off the panties. Let me see all of you."

I slide them down slowly, stepping out of them, and turn to face him completely naked.

"f**k," he breathes. "Come here."