or what I did, and she’d be at my apartment, my face buried in between her creamy thighs, my tongue exploring her juicy pussy.
Her tits were, for lack of a better choice of words, perfect. It definitely didn't hurt matters that they were covered only in a thin hot pink bikini top. My kind of tits. I liked something I could really grab a hold of, and those titties definitely satisfied my own personal criteria.
I let my eyes drift down and cross over her flat, pale-colored stomach until my gaze met the top of her bikini bottom.
I swallowed and tried to contain myself, knowing how quickly I could snap the two thin strings that held her bikini bottom in place.
Not here of course, because again, there were strict rules to be followed. Even by me.
But then again, I wouldn’t be where I am today if I followed every fucking rule that someone shoved in my face.
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SCARLETT
This was my first night. I knew it was a bad idea to begin with and that the minute my friend Vicki talked me into signing on the dotted line for this job I’d regret it. But then again, I kind of ran out of options a long, long time ago.
Going back home tonight to my mom and stepfather Walter, moneyless and with no hope of ever getting out of there sometime in the near future, definitely wasn’t on the table anymore. Not unless I wanted to spend the rest of my life watching Walter fondle my mother’s chest in the broad daylight, right in front of me, all the while licking his disgusting lips while looking me over like he himself wanted to fuck his own stepdaughter.
No. Way.
I had to make a plan. Had to find a way out. And given that Walter put a hold on the only money I had to pay for college that was scheduled to start in less than two months, I guess you could say I was the “D” word.
Desperate .
So here I am, a full-fledged stripper.
Well, not really. Because I was given strict orders to leave my bottom piece on under all circumstances, no matter how much money one of the VIP clients tried to throw at me.
I took a deep breath and then entered the dark room for my very first time in this calling. I walked in slowly, and at first I could barely make out the man’s shadow that was situated just several feet from my scantily clothed body.
“Come here, I need to see more,” he rasped.
I flinched immediately, only I wasn’t exactly sure why. Part of it was the way he spoke to me, like he owned me even though he didn’t even know my name and we could hardly see each other. And the other part was the sound of his voice. It was almost…
No, it couldn’t be. I shook the thought that somehow this was someone I had known in some way. I was seventy miles from where I’d grown up, and nobody I ever went to school with had the kind of money it took to occupy this room at the thousand dollar hourly rate.
That’s a lot of cash, for anyone.
I took a step towards him, and my body shook as he spoke again. “I won’t hurt you, I just want to take a closer look,” the husky voice reassured me.
I trembled even more, but not just out of fear. As I took yet one more step closer, another ray of light that I had been standing in front of now shone from his neckline down, all the way across the entire top half of his body.
Holy. God.
He was wearing a slick grey t-shirt that hugged every contour of his upper body tightly. I gasped sharply, taking a step backwards as I looked over my very first client’s perfect features. He was lean all over, with shoulders and biceps that screamed virility, chest muscles that I found myself wanting to touch as if they were some sort of spectacle on display in a museum of human anatomy, and a set of ripped abs evident even beneath his shirt that forced my eyes downwards until they reached the metallic button that kept his expensive-looking jeans bound to his trim, V-shaped waist.
It didn’t make sense. Why would a man of this stature need to come to a place like this?
He must have