Saint or Sinner

Chapter Two

“Are you f*****g kidding me!” I glanced over and noticed two dancers who must have been the ‘important guests’ entertainment for the night. The one who just screamed was Natalia. She was stuck up and believed herself to be God’s gift to mankind. She was thin as the poles she stripped on with huge fake t**s that her last sugar daddy paid for. She had dyed blonde hair and extensions that were in waves down her back. She was wearing very revealing red lingerie that further accentuated her fake boobs.

Next to her sat Selena, another dancer. She was looking over at me with a shocked expression. Her face looked like a deer caught in headlights. She had softer features with brown hair that was straightened down to her mid-back, she was curvier but not as pudgy as me.

“I am so sorry, I will clean that right up,” I muttered, blushing bright red. I ran out of the room to the service closet, grabbing some rags, a mop bucket, and a mop, and ran back to the room. By the time I hurried back, Natalia pushed her way through the curtains shaking the droplets of liquid from her arms. She glared daggers towards me before walking off towards the staff room. Selena followed behind her after casting a sympathetic look after me.

“f**k,” I sighed under my breath. I was certain to get fired for this. Grabbing the rags, I slipped through the curtains and was surprised to see the man with the captivating eyes was still sitting at the table. I blushed, hurrying over to wipe down the table. I couldn’t help but try to check him out without him noticing by peering up through my eyelashes.

He looked to be quite tall, however, I couldn’t tell for sure as he was still seated. He had jet black hair that was buzzed along the sides and long on top, which fell down over his eyes. His eyes were amber coloured, I couldn’t understand how someone could have that eye colour as I’d never seen it before. He had a strong nose and defined jaw, with a sexy 5 o’clock shadow and pouty pink lips that looked like they would be so soft to kiss. What the heck am I thinking? I need to finish wiping down this table.

I quickly finished wiping down the glass table and the leather seats. I finally turned my eyes to the captivating stranger who now had a smirk on his face. He looked so tempting I could feel my whole body heat up from his gaze. “You missed a spot,” he said in a deep voice.

“Where?” I asked, glancing down at the table.

“Here,” he gestured to his lap with a chuckle. If I wasn’t red before, I swear I might as well be a lobster now. He wasn’t seriously expecting me to wipe down his crotch.

“You’re joking, right?” I said with a nervous chuckle.

“Hardly, you spilled all these drinks on me. I think it's reasonable for me to expect you to clean up your mess,” he replied. I swear he was staring into my soul as if he could read all my secrets. I swear the colour in his eyes was swirling and getting darker. No, I must be imagining things, right?

I placed the wet rag into the mop bucket and grabbed a dry one. I was not sure how to go about this. I slowly sat in the booth and scooted over until I was sitting next to him. He was wearing a black dress shirt that accentuated the muscles on his upper body, the sleeves were rolled up exposing some intricate black tattoos and the top buttons of the shirt were undone, showing off a peek at his chiseled chest.

With a shaky hand, I slowly reached over and started patting the rag along the bottom of his shirt to absorb most of the liquid that soaked it. I didn’t dare look at him while doing this, feeling like I would lose my nerve. He must’ve grown impatient with me just patting his shirt because he grabbed my small wrist with his large hand and moved my hand down over his manhood.

“This is where I want you to clean up kitten,” he whispered into my ear, causing a shiver to run down my spine and all the hairs on my body to stand up.

I patted my hand over top of his black denim jeans. The only thing separating me from touching his manhood was the material of his jeans and the thin rag in my hand. I could feel him stiffen under my hand as I patted his jeans as dry as I could get them. I couldn’t even see his manhood, but he felt huge. I could feel my panties slicken from the liquid pooling from my womanhood. I slowly leaned back but his hand brushed my shoulder as he tucked my hair behind my ear. I could feel tingles along my skin where his fingers brushed against me.

He leaned forward towards my ear, “good girl,” his deep husky voice whispered, causing me to lose all control. I quickly scooted away from him and out of the seat.

“I’m so sorry sir, I will go have the bar remake your drinks and I will bring them back straight away,” I muttered, grabbing my tray and turning quickly to run out of the room. I quickly put the dirty rags, bucket, and mop into the closet and washed my hands in the utility sink. Stepping out of the closet, I quickly scurried towards the bar.

“I need you to remake the drinks for private room eight,” I said to Matt the other bartender. Unfortunately for me, Ricki overheard me.

“WHAT?” He came over towards me, staring down at me from across the bar. “What happened,” he demanded.

“I accidentally tripped going into the room and spilled the drinks all over the guests and some of the dancers, I am really sorry Ricki,” I apologized, looking up into his angry face.

Mystery POV

What an entrance, I thought to myself, chuckling. I was getting bored of the two ladies they had in my room to ‘entertain me’. The blonde had been hanging onto me all night and I didn’t like her clinginess. Her shrill voice was giving me a headache.

When I heard her beautiful voice announce that the drinks were finally here, I breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, I could have something to numb the voice of the banshee next to me. As the curtain was pulled back, the first thing I saw was her plump ass, but as soon as her eyes met mine she tripped spilling the drinks everywhere. I was surprised that none of the glasses broke from the impact. She looked so cute with the blush that covered her cheeks. I couldn’t help but smirk.

“Are you f*****g kidding me!” the banshee screeched next to me. She was testing my last shred of patience. I glanced down at the table and noticed the cool liquid pouring down onto my lap. Great, I thought, now I’m going to have to cut the night short to go home and change. However, I did find the situation comical.

“I am so sorry, I will clean that up right away,” I heard her melodic voice say as she rushed out of the room.

“She is such an i***t; this is a brand-new outfit! I am going to make sure she pays for the replacement,” I heard the banshee beside me scream.

I glanced over at her, wiping liquid off of the material that barely covered herself, and waving her hands around, shooting more liquid all over the place. “Go, get yourself cleaned up. I can’t handle the way you reek of booze,” I snapped, glancing at her disapprovingly. She quickly stood up flustered and blushing, grabbing the other girl's arm as she rushed out of the room.

I watched as she ducked out of the curtain, meeting the gaze of the pretty server on her way out before the curtain fell back into place, blocking my view of her delicate features. Moments later, the delicate creature slipped her small hand between the curtains, pulling them back as she pulled in a mop bucket and some cleaning rags behind her.

I noticed her blushing under my gaze as she hurried over to wipe down the now sticky table. I took this time to fully appreciate her features. She was quite short and curvy. I watched as her hair slipped from behind her back to cover her shoulders and face. The most captivating part of her had to be her eyes. I noticed them observing me from under her long lashes. They seemed to be swirling with flecks of gold and green under the neon lights of the club.

She moved beside me, leaning over to wipe the liquid off the bench seat around me, I felt my manhood swell as her dress dipped down her chest giving me a look at her delicious full breasts before she stood up again. “You missed a spot,” I smirked up at her blushing face.

“Where?” she asked, glancing everywhere but me.

“Here,” I chuckled, gesturing to my lap. I watched as her flushed face got a deeper red shade and progressed down from her cheeks into her neck. I loved how flustered I made her. I wondered if this was the extent to how red I could make her.

“You’re joking, right?” she chuckled nervously.

“Hardly, you spilled all these drinks on me, I think it's reasonable for me to expect you to clean up your mess,” I smirked. I’m not sure why, but this woman had me captivated. I wanted to know everything about her. I wanted her in a way I’ve never wanted a woman since… My eyes twinkled watching her squirm under my heated gaze.

I watched as she grabbed a dry cloth and scooted onto the bench next to me. I watched as her small hands shook as she started patting the cloth along the bottom of my dress shirt. How I wanted to feel her delicate hands slip under caressing me. She refused to meet my eyes as she did this. Suddenly, I reached out, grabbing her wrist, and brought it lower over the now painful bulge in my jeans. “This is where I want you to clean up kitten,” I whispered, brushing my lips over her ear.

She started patting over my manhood, driving me crazy with frustration, how I wanted to lift her onto this table, tear off her panties and have my way with her. Suddenly, I got a whiff of the sweet scent of her arousal. It took everything in me to hold my inner beast at bay. I watched as she leaned away from me and couldn’t resist as my hand reached out, brushing her long hair over her shoulder, tucking a strand behind her ear. Delicious tingles radiated down my arm from contact with her exposed skin. Leaning towards her ear again, my lips brushing against her as I said, “good girl”.

Quickly she scooted away from me and out of her seat. Standing before me she quickly said, “I’m so sorry sir, I will go have the bar remake your drinks and I will bring them back straight away,” I watched as she quickly turned her back, scurrying from the room dragging the bucket behind her again. I hated to let her go, but I loved to watch her leave as the curve of her ass swayed before me as she slipped out behind the curtains.

I leaned my head back against the cool leather seats, staring into the lights flashing above me. My hand slowly lifted to pinch the bridge of my nose as I struggled to keep my beast in control. I can’t get involved with a woman right now, especially a mortal one. There was too much at stake for me to risk getting close to her. It had been a long time since I'd been enticed by a woman, and those eyes drew me in.

I could hear distant shouting; I could make out her beautiful voice and that of Ricki’s in the distance. Tonight, I was here to deal with some business with Ricki. However, he has distracted me for long enough. Standing from the booth, I drew back the curtain and stepped out of the private room, following the sounds of the distant shouting, drowned out by the pulsating music. I dull my senses to everything else except their conversation.

“What? What happened,” he demanded. I could hear the anger in his tone.

“I accidentally tripped going into the room and spilled the drinks all over the guest and some of the dancers, I am really sorry Ricki,” I heard the fear in her voice as she tried to explain the situation.

“You’re fired,” he said with finality.

“What? No please Ricki, you know I need this job,” she cried.

“I’m sorry but we cannot afford to upset this client, Amelia. He is far more important than I think you know. I can’t risk angering him any further. Please take your things tonight, I’ll pay you for the rest of the week, but tonight is your last shift.” As I rounded the corner I could see her back to me, but I could feel her heartbreak. I could see the angry face of Ricki staring down at her, my beautiful Amelia. Such a beautiful name for a captivating creature. Did I just say my? I have to get myself under control.

“Excuse me, Ricki, I believe that is where you are wrong. Miss Amelia will not be losing her job at this establishment because of one small mistake. Can you blame her for dropping that many drinks trying to carry them all by herself? There must have been enough for ten people, and I know for certain I did not order that many. I must let you know that if I hear that Miss Amelia no longer works here, you most certainly will deal with more than just me being upset over a simple accident. As for our business today, I will be in tomorrow to deal with it. For now, I will be taking Amelia home,” I watched as his face got paler and paler throughout my speech.

Glancing over at Amelia, I nodded towards the staff room indicating for her to get her things. Wiping the tears off her beautiful face, I watched as she hurried over to the staff room, disappearing behind the door, leaving me alone to finish my conversation with Ricki.