VEGAS

“Juno, my baby girl!” Marcus’s voice rings through the dressing room. “Mia, where’s Juno?” “You know I can dance much better than she can, right?” Mia replies, and I resist the urge to roll my eyes from where I am in the shower. Always been a jealous b***h, that one. “Yes, but she’s prettier.” He claps back. “Now, where is she?” Wrapping a towel around my body, I slip out of the shower with a smile. “Hi Marcus!” His eyes light up in a way that tells me someone important is here today, and he wants me to do the dancing for them. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you, chica. Come, come, and fast.” “Someone’s in a hurry,” I tease as I begin to sort through my bag for my costume. “Who is it this time?” “You wouldn’t believe it if I told you,” he smiles gleefully, “and you have to hurry the f**k on chica. He might get tired of waiting!” “She takes hours to get ready. Why don’t I just get started with him? We can swap places later.” Mia offers, rubbing her hands on his chest seductively. “I’m sure the special patron wants the finest wine,” I send her a wicked glance, she returns it with a glare. “And besides, don’t you have to attend to Aston? You know that old fucker hates to be kept waiting.” “Why don’t you attend to Aston, b***h?” “Because the motherfucker can’t afford bitches like me, baybyyy! I’m exclusive!” I burst into a cackle and she reaches out to grab my hair, but Marcus grabs her first. “That’s enough, girls. You know there’s no fighting in my club.” “Not my fault that b***h is too f*****g arrogant.” Mia hisses. “And it’s not my fault that you’re too f*****g ugly.” “I said that’s enough!” Marcus snaps this time around, he turns to Mia. “Aston is waiting.” Then he turns to me. “And you, goddammit, put some clothes on! You’ll be dancing for a billionaire tonight. He’s already paid for you.” A billionaire? What’s a billionaire doing in a place like this? Interesting. “A billionaire.” I mouth to Mia, and she groans and shoves past me, muttering about how unfair it is that I always get the best customers. I mean, it’s not my fault that I know how to make men spend a lot of money in one night, over and over again. And it’s definitely not my fault that my body just has a way of moving on that pole. Sure, there are other girls in here that are better dancers than me, like Mia. But with these men, it’s never about how good you are with the pole. It’s about how good you LOOK on the pole, and I happen to take that crown. I take extra care with my costume, deciding on a glossy silver open back leotard, with a neck low enough that it stops just below my bellybutton. Then I fix my hair and make up just in time before Marcus walks in to drag me out. “Do you know why billionaires are billionaires?” He asks over the music as he leads me out of the dressing room, through the club and into the VIP section. “Because they have billions of dollars?” “No. Because they don’t have time to waste, Chica.” We stop at the entrance of the VIP section and he points me to a man sitting casually, sipping on a drink and looking disinterested. His face is distorted by the sharp neon lights, but I can tell he’s quite handsome and young too. “There he is. Now, you’re going to walk up to him with all your charms, and you’re going to give him the best dance of his f*****g life. You understand?” I smirk. “Have I ever failed you before?” “That’s my girl!” He gives me a light shove as I put all my charms into my smile and begin walking over to the man. When I get closer enough to make out his actual face, my heart and brain stops working for a full second. His eyes snaps up to me then, and his bored expression changes into one of interest as he takes me in. “Are you Juno?” I don’t reply. I can’t. I can only stare at him and wonder what the odds are that this man would be sitting in front of me, waiting for a dance from me. A man I have obsessed over since I was a teenager, pouring over his pictures in magazines, hating every single page, yet developing little crushes. This man, Oliver Kane, the heir to a multi billion dollar empire owned by my estranged father, and ultimately my older half brother. “Don’t you speak?” he looks irritated now, so I force myself together and put on my performance attitude. It doesn’t matter who he is, as long as I have a job to do and he doesn’t know who I am, then I better suck it up. Putting on the biggest smile, I slide onto his thighs, running my hands through his soft dark hair. “Yeah, I’m Juno. Who’s asking?” “Not important at the moment.” His hands roam around my body, settling on my ass globes. “Let’s just see if you are worth the thousand grand.” He paid a thousand bucks for me??? No girl has ever been worth 1k in one night! I don’t dwell on it though. Plenty more where it came from anyway. I move away from his thighs and make my way to the pole, walking round it seductively twice while never breaking eye contact with him. The third time when the music aligns, I grab hold of the pole and begin with my routine. The heat of his gaze on my body is addicting, especially knowing that he’s not supposed to look at me this way, and I’m not supposed to dance for him. But who cares? This is Vegas. After a while, he gestures for me to come closer to him, which I do. I proceed to sitting on his thighs again, but this time, I roll my waist in a controlled rhythm. I slowly take off my leotard and I’m left with just my thongs. His hands grope my bare breasts from behind as his erection grows harder, and when they begin to wander a little too far from safe, I pull away just enough to send a message. “What?” He questions, his voice husky with desire. He tries to grab me again, but I swat his hands away gently. Is this why he payed a thousand dollars? So he can f**k me? And why in hell did Marcus not say anything? He knows damn well that we aren’t payed nearly enough to be used this way, and a thousand dollars to him won’t change a thing. “I don’t offer that kind of service,” I try to sound less irritated than I am. “But we can do other things.” I run my hands through his hair, biting my lip as I slow grind on his erection. “How much?” “Huh?” “How much does-” his hands trail down my thighs and in-between my legs, “-it cost for that kind of service?” I freeze up, not able to form a coherent thought as his fingers find their way through my little panties. This is wrong on so many levels, one being that he’s my older half brother. Even though we never grew up together and he probably doesn’t even know he has a sister outside, as long as I’m aware, I should probably avoid this moment, right? “$3k?” his tongue licks my ear as he whispers, and he gets even harder. “I can be a bit generous with $5k, you know. You’re really a beauty like they said.” “I don’t think-” “I doubt you’re thinking anyway. You’re wet all over my hands.” His fingers rub a little aggressively against my c**t, in a way that makes my toes curl and my head spin. “What’s it gonna be, little dove?” Yes. I’m wet, goddammit! As much as I hated my father and his family all these years, there’s always been something about Oliver that stood out to me. Call it teenage hormones, but I developed this massive hate-love crush on him since I was sixteen. I watched him grow from the gentle and lean teenager to the divinely handsome man beneath me right now. And like every other delusional girl, I dreamed of the day he’d be buried deep in me. Even though he’s my brother, yes. Because sometimes, the things that are the most forbidden are the sweetest of them all. I smirk, positioning myself properly on his thighs. “I can break the rules for $10k.” My hands wander to his pants, freeing his swollen d**k from the restraints of his pants. His eyebrows shoot up in amusement. “Someone’s not cheap.” I crash my lips into his in an instant, moaning as the feeling of his body on mine drunkens me. His fingers -oh Lord, those fingers- expertly slide into my p***y, wet and swollen with need, and they hit every corner that can be pleased. In a snap, my thongs are gone and with them, my senses. I run the hand holding his d**k up and down his shaft, eliciting a deep moan from his throat. His kisses become more fervent, biting as they make their merry way from my lips down to my n*****s. He pulls me even closer, and I take the opportunity to sit on his length, taking the whole thing in like a champ… FUCKING OUCH! This has to be the biggest d**k I’ve ever sat on, the f**k??! “Why’d you stop?” he whispers when I take a moment to adjust to the discomfort of his length. “It’s okay. I just-ah, f**k me!” I break off in a wince when he shifts his weight. “God you’re so f*****g tight!” He moans, shifting his weight again. Nope. I can’t do this. I’m going to split in half if we keep on at this point…unless we had lube. “Uh…listen,” I try to keep him from moving, although it’s almost impossible as the pleasure from my muscles constricting around him makes him shiver. “We’re going to need lube, alright honey? So let me just-” I try to stand but his hands clasp around my ass cheeks almost in an instant. “I’m not running, I just need to-” I try to explain, but his lips claims mine, halting any more words in my throat. When he pulls away, he has a millimetre of a smile on his lips. Then he brings his fingers to his mouth and spits on it, and still not breaking eye contact, he applies it on our joined genitals. He does it three more times until there’s enough lubrication to move with ease. Ohh…kay. We could do that. He takes the lead first, thrusting from beneath me. But then, I push his back to rest on the chair and take over, my body now completely at ease with his huge d**k. It’s as if I’m possessed, the way I move, grinding both him and myself into clouds of sinful ecstasy. He grabs on to me, his moans now even by far louder than mine. His body shudders with pleasure, almost like he hasn’t been f****d in a while. My eyes blur and the only thing on my mind is why the f**k this happens to be the best s*x I’ve ever had? He reaches his orgasm first, clinging on to me like his life depends on it, and then unlike the other men I’ve been with, he replaces his sensitive d**k with his fingers, making sure I also get to taste the orgasm I drove us both to. It’s explosive. Then, after a few minutes when we’ve both recovered from our high, he pushes me off his thighs gently and stands to fix his clothes. “I’ll have my assistant send you your money tomorrow.” Then he walks out. “10k!” I call after him, but I doubt he heard me. How on earth would I even get the money anyway? He doesn’t have any contact address or my bank details. Did he just play me into giving him free s*x? I mean, he did pay Marcus $1k…and it was great s*x but he did seem a little depraved. Did I just f**k a billionaire for a thousand dollars??!