Just One Dance

7. To Give In, or Not

Scarlett never thought that the man Tony had encouraged her to give a dance to would be so damn attractive. How the hell was she supposed to not be nervous around him?

She had expected someone old and unattractive since they were the ones who paid the most money for their services. What she hadn't expected was someone so handsome. He was perfect in every way. The way he sat seemed so regal, with a handsome face, kissable lips, and a gorgeous body that was visible under his casual clothing, Scarlett then knew it would be impossible not to run her hands all over him if given the chance.

Scarlett was caught off guard by this man's demeanor, but she held her composure and continued dancing as if she was unaffected, even though she knew she was. She couldn't let one man make her lose her reputation of being the best.

As soon as Jacob pulled her down to straddle him, Scarlett knew that she would give in to her desire to have him fill her to the hilt. She knew that with the way she was feeling, if he wanted to f*ck her, she would let him do it without hesitation.

'That would make you look like a whore.'

Scarlett was debating with herself about what she would and should do if the opportunity of Jacob f*cking her presented itself. So what if he thought she was a wh*re? Many people thought so, so another opinion wouldn't bother her in the least. If she did indeed go through with it, it was for her pleasure and not Jacob's.

Scarlett knew she was no wh*re or whatever they liked to call a stripper, for the reason that it had been a while since she had s*x with anyone. She had never slept with a customer before, so if tonight went the way she thought it would, he would be the first to receive such a privilege.

'Oh, sh*t!' Scarlett muttered internally.

She realized that she had already made up her mind by mentally preparing herself to be f*cked. She gathered the little composure she had left and then slowly stood. She swayed her bewitching body to the beat of the music. Neither of them had said anything to the other, but they could feel the sizzle of the s*xual energy buzzing through the air.

Scarlett turned around and bent over, showing Jacob her already naked a*s cheeks that were separated by the string of her panties. It was a mistake because the feel of his c*ck rubbing her p*ssy had aroused her and she was sure that her underwear was soaked enough for her wet spot to be visible.

Her thought process came too late though. Jacob had already seen it and sprang into action, going to stand directly behind her. Scarlett could feel his hard, thick c*ck and it made her mouth water and her arousal multiply.

They both kept quiet. What would one say in a situation like that? What would one do? She didn't have to worry about what she should do anymore since Jacob was already making another move. Still, silence. This was not like Scarlett at all. She was dynamite with a fiery attitude full of confidence, and yet, Jacob made her tongue-tied.

Jacob gripped her waist at each side with both hands. He pulled her back onto him some more, so if she didn't feel that he was as stiff as a board before, then, she would have. Scarlett somehow knew he liked seeing Scarlett in the position she was in.

Scarlett stood straight as she was still bent over and her back was beginning to hurt. Jacob snaked his arms around her from behind, and slowly but sensually, his rough hands mapped her body. It was as if he wanted to know what ticked her off and he was about to reach one of her weak points. They played a major part in her s*xual stimulation.

She gasped when one of his hands grazed the underside of her bre*sts. She should have moved away from his hold, but she didn't. Scarlett knew she was playing with fire, but the thing was, she didn't mind getting burned if it was Jacob that held the match. It had been a long time since she felt that way and she wanted more.

She decided to be silent about what he was doing so that it encouraged him to continue without her having to say anything, and so he did. Jacob brushed past her n*****s with the tip of his fingers and she knew if there was no music playing, he would have heard her moaning.

Scarlett arched her back, and, in doing so, her bre*sts were thrust directly into Jacob's hands, while her a*s rubbed his thickness lodged between them. Jacob kept one hand on Scarlett's bre*st, kneading it, while the other wrapped around her abdomen, keeping her in place. Scarlett couldn't help but lean back on his shoulder while he continued his sweet caress on her body.

If Jacob told her he wanted to f*ck her, she would have said yes at that moment, as her mind was slowly but surely being transcended into a state of pleasurable unawareness. She wondered why she had stayed so long without the touch of a man, but every time she thought of her first love, she remembered.

Scarlett's breath stilled when she felt Jacob brush past her navel and kept going lower. It felt like he was waiting for her to stop him, but she didn't want him to. Jacob was teasing her because he touched her everywhere except for where she wanted him to, but he just wouldn't touch her without her permission.

Scarlett couldn't take it anymore. This was when she decided to put her pride aside and break the silence.

"Please, Jacob."

"You know my name. Good. Because it will be what you scream when I'm deep inside you, Scarlett." Jacob said, his deep voice making her more aroused.

"Yes. Fill me up." Scarlett realized that Jacob wanted her to voice her consent because as soon as she answered him, he stopped teasing her and began to rub her panty-cladded crotch.

"Turn off the music. I want to hear every sound that comes out of your pretty little mouth." Jacob said, and let Scarlett go with no room for argument.

She shakily walked to the wall and pressed a button that Jacob hadn't noticed was there. Scarlett had control of turning down the music herself, as there was a remote assigned to each private room for the customers and their dancers to dominate their situation themselves.

But it had turned her on when Jacob had commanded her to turn it off, so she didn't think about the remote sitting on the table only a few feet away. It was Scarlett's suggestion to put the button there because of what happened to her before. It made the strippers feel more safe being in an enclosed area with a stranger.

"Turn the music off for room 5." Scarlett glanced over her shoulder at Jacob, who was eying her like he was a predator and she his prey. She waited, and then the room was silent. The private rooms were soundproof so no noise would be heard on either side of the door.

"Come," Jacob beckoned her forward with his index finger. Her feet moved on their own accord.

Scarlett stood in front of Jacob, not knowing what to do next. It was partially ridiculous to her because she wasn't that inexperienced, but this man made her feel as if she was.

Jacob pulled her down to sit on the squared couch that took up one whole wall of the room and had small tables in front of it. He faced Scarlett's slanted body and slowly pushed her chest, gesturing for her to lie down. Scarlett complied, her heart beating one hundred miles per hour.

Jacob opened her legs and placed one behind him on the couch while the other was still on the floor. Scarlett was spread wide for him and she blushed when he stared at her wet panties without moving his eyes away. She shouldn't have been that shy because her body was on display every day because of what she did for a living. But, Jacob's gaze was something else.

Jacob trailed his finger over the wetness, making Scarlett bite her lips and stifle a moan. He held the excuse of underwear and ripped it right off Scarlett with one move. She gasped, not expecting him to be so barbaric. He threw the panties across the room, not the least interested in where they landed because he wasn't able to look away from where he wanted to be soon.

Scarlett braced herself as she saw Jacob's hand nearing her exposed p*ssy. Jacob slid one finger through her folds, collecting some of her juices, then sniffed. Scarlett's hair and face were almost the same color because of this. But, deep down, it made her wetter. There was nothing more erotic than a man who was not afraid to revel in the fact that he ate p*ssy and loved doing it.

Scarlett gushed some more when she saw Jacob putting his finger in his mouth and licking it clean of her juices. She could have c*me right there from how erotic Jacob made it seem. That time, she let the moan slip.

Jacob climbed over her with his hands on the sides of her head, making her feel so small with his big frame hovering. Jacob's intimidating demeanor didn't scare her though. It did quite the opposite.

Scarlett decided to be bold when she widened her legs, inviting Jacob, though he had already invited himself. He lay on top of her, making sure that every part of their middle section was touching.

The rough feel of his jeans on her naked crotch did nothing to calm her arousal. She was losing her mind. He brought his lips to her ears, then he uttered the words she thought he could never say quickly enough.

"Scarlett... Let me f*ck you."