Becca swayed her hips to the pulsing beat, her lithe body glistening with sweat under the stage lights. The smoky club was packed, but her eyes locked onto a man in the front row. He was older, distinguished, with piercing eyes that seemed to undress her with each pass. As the song ended, he approached the stage.
"My name is David," he said, pressing a crisp hundred into her G-string. "I have a proposition for you."
Intrigued, Becca led him to the VIP room, her heart pounding. David wasted no time.
"I will pay you handsomely for a week of pure hedonistic s*x. I want to own you, body and soul. You will do anything I ask, no limits."
Becca's breath caught. The thought of being dominated, used, filled her with a forbidden excitement. "I'll do it," she whispered, pulse racing.
