the strip thief

chapter four

As Tyler and Cassie settled into the luxurious Ferrari, the engine purred softly as Tyler glanced at Cassie with a serious expression. He took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to voice his concerns.

"You know, Cassie," Tyler began, his voice tinged with genuine worry, "I really think you should stop working in that strip club."

Cassie burst into laughter, her melodious chuckles filling the air. She turned to Tyler, shaking her head incredulously. "Oh, Tyler, you're such a dreamer. I can't just walk away from my job like that."

Curiosity sparked in Tyler's eyes, and he leaned closer to her, his genuine concern evident. "Why can't you do it, Cassie? What's holding you back?"

Cassie's smile faded slightly, her gaze shifting away as she toyed with a lock of her hair. "I'm indebted to my boss, Colin Trey," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Tyler's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Indebted? How did that happen?"

A hint of unease flashed across Cassie's face, but she quickly composed herself. "It's complicated, Tyler. It's really not your business."

Tyler's concern deepened, and he gently reached out to grasp Cassie's hand. "Cassie, you know you can trust me. If something's bothering you, I want to help."

Cassie's eyes met Tyler's, searching for sincerity. She sighed softly and squeezed his hand. "I appreciate your concern, Tyler, but this is a mess I got myself into. It's something I need to handle."

Tyler's voice softened, his tone filled with compassion. "Cassie, you're beautiful, intelligent, and talented. You don't deserve to be stuck in such a situation. I can offer you a way out."

Cassie glanced out of the window, her gaze fixed on the passing scenery. "I understand your intentions, but I don't have many options, Tyler. Nobody's willing to employ a dropout like me."

Tyler's expression grew determined, his voice unwavering. "Cassie, I'm willing to employ you. You can be my personal assistant. I can give you a chance to start anew, away from all this."

Cassie's eyes widened in surprise, her lips parting slightly. She hesitated for a moment before responding, "No, thank you, Tyler. I appreciate your offer, but I'm fine with what I'm doing."

Tyler's brows knitted together, his concern mingling with frustration. "But Cassie, I'm not fine with it. I hate seeing you stuck in a job like that. It doesn't suit you. You deserve better."

Cassie's voice hardened, a hint of defiance creeping in. "You have no right to tell me what to do, Tyler. And let's not forget that I agreed to be your s*x slave to avoid jail. You should be satisfied with that."

A heavy silence fell between them as Tyler absorbed her words. He sighed deeply, his hand slipping from Cassie's. "I may not have the right, Cassie, but I do have evidence that could send you to jail."

Cassie's eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and concern. She turned to face him fully, her voice laced with worry. "But I agree to be your s*x slave and I'm coming home with you. What else do you want? To lick your feet and beg you? Don't be heartless Tyler, if I abandon my job as a stripper, Colin Trey will come after me. "

Tyler's eyes met hers, regret etched across his face. "Fine, you can continue with your work as a stripper. But that would only be during the daytime, Cassie, " Tyler said and started the car.

As Tyler drove, his phone suddenly rang, interrupting the tense atmosphere in the car. He quickly glanced at the screen and saw that it was his mother calling. With a sigh, he answered the call and greeted his mom warmly.

"Hey, Mom. How are you?" Tyler asked, trying to sound cheerful despite the turmoil within him.

His mother's voice came through the speaker, filled with concern. "Tyler, where are you? Why did you leave the company so early?"

Tyler took a moment to gather his thoughts before responding. "I had something important to take care of, Mom. I'll be heading home straight after this."

His mother, Anna, sighed audibly. "Just make sure you drive safely, okay? I worry about you, especially when you're so preoccupied. Take care, my dear."

"I will, Mom. Thanks for your concern. I'll see you soon," Tyler replied, feeling a mix of gratitude and guilt as he ended the call.

Cassie watched Tyler, her eyes searching his face for answers. Curiosity got the better of her, and she couldn't resist asking, "Tyler, why do you need a s*x slave?"

Tyler pondered her question for a moment before responding, his eyes focused on the road. "Well, Cassie, I'm a workaholic. I'm constantly consumed by my job, and it's difficult for me to detach myself from it. I need something or someone to help me break away from that cycle."

Cassie tilted her head, her expression a mix of curiosity and skepticism. "But why me? Why do I have to be your s*x slave?"

A mischievous smile played on Tyler's lips, his gaze briefly drifting to Cassie before returning to the road. "You see, Cassie, from the moment I laid eyes on you yesterday in that stunning red costume of yours, something clicked. I was captivated by your beauty, your presence and most importantly your body, the way you gyrated your waist. I've never felt this way about anyone before. And I have never been distracted the way I was, yesterday."

Cassie's eyebrows shot up in surprise, her cheeks faintly blushing. She hesitated for a moment before responding, her voice filled with a mix of appreciation and uncertainty. "Thank you for the compliments, Tyler. But is that really a reason for me to be your s*x slave?"

Tyler chuckled softly, his eyes meeting hers in a tender gaze. "No, Cassie, it's not just about your beauty. It's about the connection I felt with you. You have a way of drawing me away from my work, from the stresses of my life. I want to spend time with you, to feel your body on me, to have your body all to myself, helping me find balance."