Addiction

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

I watch as Garrett sits on the chair in the room and I look over at him.

I have a feeling that he’s up to something but I honestly just don’t know what it is or what it could be because we never had a conversation outside of our parents’ reception.

“Do you really want a dance or do you want a chance to chew me out over my career choice? Because if it’s the second one, you can get up and leave right now because I’m not in the mood.”

“Why would I chew you out over your career choice? You’re a grown woman,” he says with a smirk. “And a very lovely one too.”

His eyes stare at my breasts.

“You really want a private dance?”

“That is what I paid for.”

“You never know. One hundred fifty dollars isn’t really money to you.”

“It’s not but once I pay for something, I really like to receive the services. And it better be a good service too.”

I sigh.

Am I really going to do this?

This job meant too much to me to walk away from.

I hit the button so the music will start to play. I slowly walk over to him and feel my legs start to shake.

I have to disassociate myself from him if I want to get through this, so I try to picture him as any other man. I sit on his lap and start to grind.

He doesn’t move, he just sits stiff as a board. I slide my bra off, turn to face him, and place my breasts in his face while still winding in his lap.

With my legs pressed against his groin, I feel his member start to grow and I smirk a little.

I was getting through that tough shell of his. From what I could feel through his pants, it was long and immediately my mind flashed to him taking me from behind on the chair.

My body was becoming heated and I could feel my center becoming moist. I knew I had to get up off of him before I did something crazy.

What was my body doing?

I don’t like this guy. He is a pig.

But my body doesn’t seem to think so...

His smell covers me with lust. Oh...

I get up from off his lap and bend over in front him and start to shake my ass a little, trying to block out the fantasy I keep having of him thrusting his c**k deep inside of me.

I slowly slide my G-string down my legs and when I turn back around, I bump into his chest. I look up at him and I see a look I have never seen in his eyes before.

“What are you doing? Do you want the dance to end?” I ask, hoping it was the case because I was about to lose every ounce of sanity if I kept dancing for him.

I don’t even know why he is making me feel this way when he clearly is a jerk.

He shakes his head and pulls me into his chest.

I gasp as he takes my face into his hands and starts to passionately kiss me.

I resist at first but then I slowly start to give in, throwing my arms around his neck. He gently lifts me off the floor and places me on the couch at the side of the room.

He pulls his mouth away from mine and starts to kiss me down my neck. I moan out in pleasure as he takes my n****e into my mouth and starts to suckle on it and repeats the same torture to the other one. He then starts to kiss me down my stomach and then back up.

As he slides two fingers deep inside my opening, I gasp and start to ride them. He looks up at me and smiles before he stands. He pulls his c**k out, showing it to me. With his strong arms, he pulls me down on the couch, spreads my legs, and gently enters me.

I groan in pleasure as he fills me all the way up.

He strokes me slow at first and then starts to speed his strokes up. I push into him, matching him move for move.

I feel the pressure building up inside of me and I feel myself climaxing all over his c**k. He speeds up his strokes even more and all I can hear is our skin slapping together over the sounds of pleasure.

His body stiffens and he lets out a hoarse groan. I can feel him letting loose, filling my insides.

Oh...

He looks down at me, pulls his pants up, places a few bills on the table, and walks out of the room.

My mouth is wide open in shock.

What?

What just happened?

The door is slightly ajar and I hear the sounds of somebody walking past.

What?

I am in shock.

The sounds of the club ring through the room.

“What the hell did I just do?” I whisper to myself.

In shock, I fix up my clothes and rush out of the room.

I look over at James, who gives a thumbs up sign but I don’t respond.

What the hell just happened?

I go into the backroom grab my clothes and throw them on.

“You okay? Did you run into a jerk out there?” one of the girls ask, concerned.

“Yeah, a rich jerk named Garrett Walker. He’s a total asshole and I’m just ready to get the hell up out of here,” I say as I take the money out of my box and count out James’ half.

I was one of the few girls who he trusted not to screw him over, although tonight I really did feel like it.

“Sometimes this job can be a trip. Take it easy,” she says as she walks away.

I grab the rest of my stuff and head out of the door. I find James and thrust his half of the money into his hand.

“Looks like you had a very good night.”

“Yeah, well, just don’t forget, no more slow days.”

“I won’t, baby.”

“Don’t ‘baby’ me, James, I’m serious. Don’t try to weasel your way out of it.”

“I give you my word that I won’t.”

“Yeah, okay. Well, I’m leaving.”

“See you soon sexy girl.”

Damn.

What the hell just happened?

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