The Stripper’s Prince

Can’t catch a break

*Mature content ahead*

Crystal’s POV:

I feel like I’m on cloud nine. The feel of Adrian’s mouth on my lady parts is amazing.

His tongue, so gentle yet so rough. It swirled around the lips before darting in and out my love tunnel. I arched and groaned as I lifted my hips, bringing him closer to me. He dug in a little deeper while woldily shaking his head back and forth making me go insane.

“Ohhhhh f**k” I whisper as he eats me like he’ll never eat again. One had has a firm grip on his head while the other snakes up and cups one of my breast. I moan as I start playing with my n****e, arching my body off the bed even more and causing Adrian’s whole face to bury into my juices.

I look down panting as he comes up to air, a while escaping my lips.

“More please”

“Shhhhhh” he says as he looks at me. I whine in protest and try to wiggle his head back down there but he isn’t having it. Instead, he grabs my c**t with his thumb and pointer finger, before rubbing it back and forth, causing my legs to thrash around wildly. I grunt and curse under my breath as I feel pressure slowly building in my abdomen. I throw my head back getting ready for my big release when he suddenly stops and I stare at him, truly bewildered.

“What the f-“ is all I’m able to get out before his lips crash on to mine. Then I feel a finger slip inside and I moan in response wanting more. And more is what I get when he slips another finger inside. Then three. Then four. At this point I’m a moaning mess, grinding against his hand as much as possible while begging for more.

“You’re glistening down there baby. Do you want daddy to take care of you?”

I whine and cry, nodding my head.

“No baby I need to hear it”, he breathes, now rubbing the tip against my core.

“Make love to me Adrian!!! Make a mess of me, and use my body for your sweet release!!”

That’s all it takes before he thrusts inside, causing us both to cry out loud. He starts pounding me, completely filling me up with his manhood in every stroke. I feel a tingling sensation before cuming all over his d**k and the bed. This only turns him on more as I feel him grow even more inside of me.

He suddenly picks up the pace then lays me sideways. He lifts up my leg and continues to pound my beautiful flower on an angle and every thrust hits my g spot. I scream his name so loud that it rings throughout the building.

“That’s right baby, scream my name” he grunts while continuing to dominate me until we both reach our peak and climax together.

Tara’s POV:

I look over at Anthony whose deep asleep at the edge of the bed. He was up panicking earlier then he thought I went missing from the hospital. I chuckle as I remember his face when I walked back in and explained that I got lost looking for the restroom. He was adorable and I just couldn’t get over it. Why didn’t I ever meet anyone like him in my past? Maybe there are good men in the world. Maybe.

No response as I try to gently shake him awake since I’m being discharged in a few minutes. I smile and try to wake him again, only this time kissing him gently. He immediately wakes up and kisses me back before smiling and sleepily looking at me.

“You ready to go? I’m about to get the discharge papers.”

“Already?”

“Mhmm”

He wakes up as he stands and stretches, revealing those beautiful abs of his. I stare until I hear a chuckle from the door that snaps me out of my trance. The doctor is standing there trying to keep from laughing. I blush and look away, embarrassed that I got caught doing something like that.

“Okay you’re good to go, just hydrate more and stress less. And come back if you don’t feel good again.”

We both nod before heading out the hospital. He helps me into the car and I suddenly notice all the flowers in the back. I smile up at him only to be greeted by a box of chocolates and a kiss on the cheek. I was scared. Scared shitless. This was too good to be true. Why me out of all girls? Why did this amazing guy choose to give me his attention? I don’t know and I wanted to ask but I kept my mouth shut, not wanting to ruin the moment.

“So I was thinking maybe we could go get the dinner you were promised before everything happened.”

I smile in response and nod my head, not really caring where we went. I had a feeling that as long as I was near him, I’d be happy no matter what we were doing.

I’ve never felt like this before...it’s nice. I remember my dad always telling me that no man would ever truly like me or be nice to me. Guess he was wrong. Jackass.

“Sweetness?”

“Huh?”

“You zoned out on me back there”

I look at him apologetically before excusing myself for that type of behavior. I smile and squeeze his hand and he squeezes back, clearly satisfied that I’m once again present for whatever conversation we were having before my thoughts distracted me.

Time passes by quickly and after a few days of resting, I’m ready to go back to work. I sigh as I hang my coat up in my dressing room. I strip down and pick out the outfit I’m wearing for my shift before I get dressed for work. I settle on a black bra with shiny pink hearts on the n****e area, and a black thong to match. I put on some pink stilettos that match, tie my hair up in two messy buns, and finally add some shiny clear gloss to my lips to complete the look. With a frustrating grunt, I leave the dressing room and go out on to the floor to start mingling with customers. A girl had money to make.

I get paid for a few quick lap dances, serve drinks, and flirt with the regulars to earn my day’s pay. About three hours have passed and I’ve already made nearly three grand. I go put my money up in the small safe in my dressing room, then head back to get ready for my dance on stage since I’m up next. Crystal walks past me and rolls her eyes when I try to speak to her. I really hope we fix whatever is wrong and fast, I miss her. I shake my head and take a deep breath as the dj calls my stage name, and head towards the all too familiar curtain.

“She’s fine as wine, has a beautiful smile and a body that makes everyone go crazy! Give it up for Diamond!!”

I strut on stage with extra sway in my hips. The crowd goes wild looking and me and I fake a giggle as I trot to the pole. My music starts and I start to slowly twerk, going lower on the floor while using my right hand to hold the pole for balance. I hear the usual shouts and right away money rains on me from every direction. I move back up the pole and rock my body seductively while I do it. Suddenly I feel uncomfortable and my chest gets tight. Being a professional, I look unbothered on the outside and none of the horny men see a difference...but on the inside, I searched desperately to find the cause of why I suddenly felt like this. I search the crowd and see my ex boyfriend, standing towards the front of the stage looking angry. His body was visibly shaking and some men took notice and kept a distance from him. I continued my dance and was as sexy as ever, only tonight I didn’t remove any clothing. I didn’t care if the crowd got upset, there was no way I was ever letting him look at my goodies ever again. I wanted him out my life.

I finished my set and quickly walked of stage as the crowd cheered. I turned the corner and opened my dressing room seeing Sammy standing in there, clearly irritated.

“What was that? You get paid to strip and dance, emphasis on STRIP Tara!”

I rolled my eyes at him.

“I saw someone out there tonight and I wasn’t comfortable. You know I do my job okay so don’t give me a hard time.”

He sighs in response. Sometimes he was an asshole, but he was still a good boss at the end of the day so I knew he would understand.

“I won’t give you crap for today, I understand that you felt uncomfortable. Luckily for you, I’m changing your job so you won’t be doing stage performances anymore.”

I looked up puzzled.

“One of our regulars seem to fancy you a lot. So much that from now on, they’ve paid to arrange you to dance for them privately everyday instead of doing stage time. And you’ll be getting paid double for it.”

I smiled in excitement, showing my pearly whites as he laughed and hugged me. “He’s waiting for you now, get a move on crazy girl” he said and I practically ran to the vip area. This was perfect for me, anything to take me away from the stage was a miracle. Well almost.

I walked in and there he was. My ex. He smiled widely and before I could run out, he snatched me and locked the door. I backed away and looked around for anything to defend with but found nothing. Long story short, I left work with a bruise on my neck in the shape of a hand print.

“What the f**k is that on your neck?!.”

“Just leave it alone Anthony and let’s go please”

“Not until you tel-“

“I said to LEAVE IT ALONE NOW! Your not my man, we’re just messing around so don’t think you can ask questions about MY business!!”

“Oh so now I’m just some guy you f*****g and that’s it?!

“Yes! What you thought this was? Something more? You just a dog like every other man let’s be real!”

I could see Anthony’s knuckles turn white as he gripped the steering wheel. He looked angry and hurt at the same time and I could see the turmoil in his eyes before they got dark. He drove in silence and that irritated me even more than arguing. Who did he think he was to just not speak to me while I was here?

“So what you can’t speak now?”

Silence.

“Whatever just hurry up and take me home. I don’t have time for you or any other man in general. It’s always the same with you dogs.”

The car came screeching to a halt and I nearly went into the dashboard.

“What is your problem?! You almost broke my damn neck!”

“Get out.”

“What?”

“GET. OUT.”

I looked at him and thought he’d lost his mind. We were only halfway to the house which means I’d have to wait for the train in the cold. I stayed put with my arms crossed and made it known that I wasn’t getting out. He looked at me and got out the car. I screamed for him to come back when I saw him walk to my side and yank the door open before pulling me out. I screamed at him but he calmly closed the door and walked back to the Driver’s side. I go to open the door again but it’s locked. I bang on the window but he just shakes his head and drives away. I scream and try chasing him before the car disappears completely.

“f**k!” I scream in tears before walking to catch the next train.

As I walk into my apartment an hour later, I throw my bag down and strip before climbing into the warm bed. The tears haven’t stopped falling down my cheeks since the train ride. I don’t know how things turned that ugly that fast but I knew that I was responsible.

“How am I going to fix this” I whispered before falling asleep.