The Lord's Stripper

Chapter 2

RAVEN

"Miss... Miss," someone was actively tapping on my shoulder, forcing me to come back to reality.

I turned to see a young man dressed corporately with an apron on, looking at me, a tray of beer cans in one hand raised above his shoulder.

"Are you alright, Miss?" His eyes moved to the bottle I was holding...positioned at the stage.

I set the bottle down, forcing myself to breathe. Despite being so heartbroken, thank goodness I didn't go on with sending my ex-best friend and ex-boyfriend to the hospital...'cause that would end up getting myself arrested for assault and attempted murder. What then would happen to my sick mom at home? Who would continue to pay her medical bills?

"Miss..." The waiter began to talk again.

"I'm fine," I cut him off. I think it was time for me to leave this damn place. As for Aria and Topher, I would surely get back at them, no matter how long that would take me.

"You're crying," the waiter guy pointed out.

"Ohh," I wiped my eyes clean, forcing a smile on my face. "The alcohol was so good that..." The tears I had wiped off returned back to my eyes when I mistakenly looked at the stage. Topher had just slipped out of Aria and I could literally see his c*m dripping out of her p***y.

I got up from my chair, grabbing my phone and bag from the table with my hands trembling as f**k.

"Please, where is the restroom?" I asked amidst sniffles as I took a shot glass from his tray and finished it up in one gulp.

"That way," he gestured at an almost dark hallway. It was dimly lit just as this sitting area. "The second to last room on your left." He quickly added but I wasn't sure that I caught that 'cause I was already out of the room and into that hallway.

I should have gone home.

I shouldn't have come here in the first place.

I should have declined Aria's offer.

Hell, what was I even saying? How would I have found out about those two back stabbing fools who I thought were among the most important people in my life?

When I got to the end of the hallway, I couldn't remember the exact place the waiter guy had mentioned. So, I just pushed open the last door on my right.

I stepped in and bolted the door behind me, not minding if someone would be needing to use the toilet at this point. Anyways, I wasn't planning on taking time. I just needed to stop these tears, wash my face and calm myself down before going home.

There was barely any lighting here as well, just like the hallway and the sitting area.

I was already standing in front of the mirror, searching through my bag for my face napkin when I heard a sound of an opening door. It wasn't the main door 'cause I was sure as f**k that I locked it.

I didn't realize there was another room inside here till this very moment. f**k, how could I forget that was where the toilet was?

I spun around as soon as my eyes caught sight of a huge man on the mirror, my bag falling to the ground with a light thud.

I might have alcohol in my system but that didn't stop my brain from interpreting what my eyes were seeing. The way my body reacted right now wasn't what I was expecting. I should be scared but no, heat pooled in between my thighs.

I couldn't see this stranger's face because he had a mask on that covered from his head to his neck. His mask was similar to that of Batman's... without the bat ears though. There was just this small cut out around his lips... f*****g kissable lips.

This man was a literal giant... 6'4, 6'5, not sure but I know he's way taller than my cheating ass boyfriend. Way bigger as well.

My eyes moved from his face to his wide solid chest straining so hard against his black tee that made my mouth water. My hands were literally itching so bad to get themselves there. He had muscles on his heavily tattooed arms, dog tags around his neck that I found so hot...black pants and black boots.

Imagine being f****d by a man this height and size. Man was already giving big d**k energy. Of course, he should have a thick sized c**k.

Gosh, what the f**k was wrong with me? I don't f*****g know this man and I'm so riled up by merely looking at him. It should be the alcohol...no, it must be it.

And the same alcohol was pushing me to do something I'd never think of doing. I was horny back there watching that damn show but it vanished immediately I saw Topher. Right now, it was back...with full force. My panties getting drenched all over again.

I told myself that I would get back at Topher for cheating on me...and this was the best way to get what I wanted. Revenge didn't have to wait. It could start right here, in the same club where he f****d my best friend.

Without thinking, I walked towards the stranger and climbed onto him like I would always do to my dance poles at Velvet Halo...my legs locking perfectly around his waist.

Shit, he smelled dominant...leather and sandalwood. I inhaled his deep masculine scent on his tee before putting my mouth on his, forcing his mouth open with my tongue while bouncing my hips on his crotch.

I could feel his surprise and I thought he was giving in when I felt his arms under my ass, but I was wrong. He shoved me down hard that I had almost fallen face flat...thank God, I was on flat heels.

"Who the f**k are you?" His voice was cold as he wiped his lips clean.

The sight of him erasing my kiss should have embarrassed me, instead it tripled my arousal.

"I'm no one, Sire..." I drawled lazily, lifting my right hand to his chest to play with his dog tags, but he slapped my hand away immediately and closed his fingers around my throat hard.

"Who sent you?"

I didn't outrightly reply him. I locked my eyes with his, then I pushed the top of my strapless gown down in one smooth motion, freeing my boobs...which were already aching to be sucked by those beautiful lips.

I doubt he would resist me this time.

And I was right...'cause when his eyes dropped to see what I was doing, I felt him freeze for a second, his grip on my neck going loose.

I had seen this exact reaction a hundred times under the club lights... the way a man’s body freezes when he realizes the woman in front of him isn’t shy, isn’t uncertain, and isn’t asking for permission. It's a common strippers' lesson that confidence is more dangerous than lingerie. Most men can resist a desperate woman. Almost none of them can resist one who looks like she already knows she’s going to win.

"I want you to f**k me..." I murmured, as I took his wrist and guided his hand to one of my boobs, pressing his rough palm against my skin. I could see the way his Adam's apple bobbed as I felt the pad of his thumb slowly caressing my hard n****e.

When he looked up at me, his eyes were insanely dark telling me I was triumphant.

"Please," I moaned softly, licking my lips. That was the chef's kiss because his hands went under my ass, carried me up and placed me on the table.

"Don't you f*****g dare tell me to stop." He growled in my ear, both of his hands squeezing my boobs.

Alcohol had made me regret a lot of things in the past. I was certain as hell this wouldn't be one of them.