Craving You

Chapter One

Lorelei

T he music is pulsing through my body as I wrap my hand around the smooth pole.

The lights are dim throughout the club, but all the spotlights are on me.

I hook my leg around the pole before gracefully twirling around.

I have trained for years to be able to get myself upside down so I can effortlessly work my body up the pole so I can lock my ankles around it.

Once I feel secure, my hands are free. The crowd hollers and gets rowdy when I unhook my already transparent lace bra and let it drop to the ground.

I grab a tight hold on the pole before flipping myself off and landing on the stage in a split, making my breasts bounce and jiggle from the drop.

I sway to the beat as I drag my hands down my body to draw attention to every curve.

I smoothly turn myself around so I can grab hold of the pole once more to stand myself up.

I go slow and make a point to stick my ass out.

I have a thong on that hardly covers anything, but it’s the bare minimum for the law.

Which is humorous considering I get railed in the back room by billionaire executives for extra money.

“Give it up for the lovely Miss Lolita,” the DJ says as I blow the crowd a seductive kiss and strut off stage.

The moment I am behind the curtain, I roll my eyes and flop down in a chair to wait for the bouncer to bring me the cash off the stage.

Omar is the one on tonight. I like Omar.

He works every Friday and Saturday when I am here and always stays close when I am in the back rooms. Sometimes we have clients who get a little too rough, and he keeps us safe.

“Hey, pretty girl,” Omar says as he hands me my stack of cash.

“Hey,” I say. “Thanks.”

“You are making good money tonight,” he remarks as I stand. “You still going to the back?”

“How else am I going to get fucked, Omar?” I ask.

“Baby girl, you say the word and I’ll bend your sexy ass over,” he winks.

“Omar, honey. You are gay,” I laugh. “Yes. I have one of my regulars tonight, so I’ll just be back there for him.”

“I don’t like you back there, Lorelei,” he says with a frown.

I tuck my money away in my little bag before we walk on the main floor.

He stays close so no one can stop me. Once in the back hall, I stop walking and grab a thin robe from the hook and put it on.

It hardly covers my ass, and my tits are still mostly out.

“I’ll stop eventually,” I say. “I take one client a night, and I’m only here two days a week since I started working for my brother.”

“Girl, what if he comes in here?” he asks. “Or his friend?”

“Cam and Remy would never come in here, first of all. Second, Cam knows that I used to dance. He would just think I needed to be paid more and try to give me a raise.”

“Girl, you make good fucking money working for him. Why?”

“Dancing is my escape,” I shrug. “My regular tonight might have brought someone with him, so stay close. Usually, the friends are the ones who cause trouble.”

“Girl, bye. Be safe and cut his dick off if he doesn’t wear a rubber,” he says with a sigh. I go up on my tiptoes and kiss his cheek before going down the hall into the last room.

When I enter, three men look up at me from the couch. Shit. I hate when there are more than two. I am going to be sore all weekend. “Evening, boys,” I say sweetly.

“Lolita,” one of the men says with a smirk. He is the one I usually see. I refuse to tell him my name, so I don’t know his. He comes in weekly and fucks me and has since my first weekend here four years ago. I usually just call him sir, because I have no idea what else to call him.

When I get close, he pulls me to stand between his legs and runs his hands up my thighs.

I giggle when he smacks my ass with both hands and squeezes my cheeks.

“Good evening, sir,” I say as I climb into his lap to straddle him.

He unties my robe before slowly taking it off.

When it falls to the ground, he takes one of my nipples into his mouth and sucks.

I sigh and close my eyes. I let my head fall back as his other hand comes up and gently pinches and tugs at my other nipple.

“Ready for some fun?” he asks.

“I’m always ready for whatever you have in store for me,” I say with another smile as I rock my hips against his. He groans, and I do it again.

“On your knees, Lolita. Show the boys how perfect your mouth is,” he says. I move out of his lap and sink to the floor on my knees between his legs. He sits back and watches me as I slowly pull his cock free.

I start by licking up the backside of his cock before swirling my tongue around the head.

I then take him straight down my throat and suck hard.

He fists my hair and pushes me down until I gag before letting me move again.

He is more aggressive tonight than usual, but he always is when he brings friends.

I have never seen these guys before, though.

“You gonna play with the whore, or are you gonna show us what she can do?” one of the men asks.

Sir chuckles before standing. I am in no position to fight back now, so I open my mouth again when he grabs my head with a tight grip.

He shoves back down my throat before he starts violently fucking it.

I immediately start hitting his leg, trying to tell him to back off, but another man pulls my arms behind my back.

“That’s it. Choke on it, Lolita,” Sir groans.

I have tears rolling down my cheeks as I try not to panic.

I can’t exactly call for Omar with a cock in my mouth, so I just do my best to stop fighting.

Once they all get off, they’ll leave anyhow.

My fear is what the other two will do if they antagonize Sir into being this violent with me.

He has never been this forceful. If I tap him, he has always at least slowed down.

When Sir finally comes, one of the others pinches my nose closed and forces me to swallow before he pulls out of my mouth.

I fall down to my hands, coughing and gasping for air, but one of the other men grabs me by the hair and drags me back up.

His cock is already out, and he has a condom on, so I cooperate when he pulls me into his lap.

Usually, Sir works with me to make sure I am ready to take him, but this fucker simply covers my mouth and slams into me.

I scream against his hand as pain shoots through me.

The other man wastes no time spreading my ass cheeks and spitting on me before shoving the full length of his dick deep inside of me.

I can tell he has a condom on too, but they are so minimally lubricated that when they both start to fuck me hard and fast, the friction brings a constant stream of screams out of me that are well muffled by the hand over my mouth.

“Fuuuck, this bitch is tight,” the man in my ass groans.

I am nearly sobbing as they fuck me as hard as they can.

My belly hurts so badly; I just want this to end already.

Maybe Omar is right, and I need to stop doing this.

This thought is solidified when my crying bothers the man under me.

Out of nowhere, he uncovers my mouth and slaps me so hard that I see stars.

I am completely dazed as they finish, and I am dumped on the ottoman.

I am staring up at the ceiling as I hear them take off their condoms.

“We’ll come see you tomorrow,” Sir says softly as he leans down and kisses my forehead. He puts a wad of cash in my hand before simply walking out.

What the fuck just happened? He really knocked the shit out of me. Why? I sit myself up, and I am still dizzy as I find my robe and put it back on. My thong was basically torn off me earlier, so I finish taking it off and throw it away.

I hear Omar behind me, but I am still so out of it that I don’t respond. “Lorelei, look at me,” Omar says firmly as he grabs my shoulders and turns me around. “Rob!”

“He hit me,” I say.

“Yeah, I can see that,” he says as he scoops me into his arms and carries me out. Instead of taking me through the main floor, he takes me down a back hall to go around to the other side of the building.

“What happened?” Rob, my boss, says from behind us.

“The last client knocked the shit out of her,” Omar says. “She’s done going back there. I don’t care if I have to burn this fucking building down. She’s done.”

He sets me down in a chair before pulling another one up to sit in front of me. “He said they were coming back tomorrow,” I say.

“They?” Rob asks, lifting my chin to look at my face. “Jesus, he really smacked the shit out of you, girl.”

“There were three,” I say, still dazed.

“Only George was supposed to be in there,” Rob says. “I’ll pull the footage.”

“I don’t wanna go back there anymore, Rob,” I say.

“Okay,” he says softly. “Lorelei, I’m sorry this happened. He’s never been like that with you before.”

“It wasn’t him. It was the guys he brought. It’s like he was showing me off,” I say. “I don’t want to dance tomorrow, though.”

“Okay. I’m going to take you off for a few weeks and we can talk after,” he says.

“Is that your way of telling me to quit?” I ask.

“Yes,” Rob says. “I’m also banning George.”

“That’s his name?” I ask. “He’s never told me before because I wouldn’t tell him my real name.”

“Weird… Yeah. I’m banning him. I’ll check the cameras to see who the others were.”

“I’m going to go home, if that’s okay,” I say.

“You gonna be okay getting home?” Rob asks.

“Yeah,” I sigh. “I’m okay. Just needed a second. I don’t know why he hit me. Then George just handed me a wad of cash like it was nothing.”

“How much?” Omar asks.

“Hell, I don’t know. I’ll count when I get home,” I say. Omar hands me my little bag that I keep my money in, and I put the rest of my cash in before I stand.

“Lorelei,” Omar says.

“I know,” I say. “I’m just used to being here.”

“Dance, but don’t go into the back rooms anymore. No private dances,” Rob says. “You’ve been here for a while, and a lot of the regulars recognize you, which always leads to them being rougher with you because they assume you will take it.”

“The new ones are the ones who will take it,” I say.

“Most girls don’t stay in a club more than a year, and you’ve been here four,” Rob says. “Consider switching clubs or stopping. You have a master’s degree, babe. You don’t need to be here. You can pay and take classes on the weekends.”

“I’ll think about it,” I say.

“Want me to walk you out?” Omar asks.

“Nah. You have girls to watch over,” I say. “I’m walking back to the apartment anyhow.”

“Why not get a cab?” Rob asks. “I can get you one.”

“You paying? That shit is expensive,” I frown.

“I’ll pay if you aren’t walking home,” he says. “Go get dressed.”

I get out of the cab and lazily walk into my apartment building.

I just want to drink some hot tea and go to sleep.

When I get into the elevator, I lay my head back and close my eyes.

I almost forget there is someone in here with me.

He isn’t paying attention, though. He has his hood up, headphones in, and head down.

I think he lives in the building because I see him fairly often in passing.

Although, I have no idea what he looks like.

I open my eyes, and his head snaps back so that I don’t see him. Aww. He’s shy. The elevator door opens for my floor. “Have a good night,” I say as I step out. I walk down the hall to my apartment, thinking about my bed. I am so ready to go to sleep, but I want to shower first.

When I get in, I start stripping off my clothes and toss them all in the hamper before turning the shower on. I go through my usual routine of setting the kettle on the stove to heat water while I shower. When I get back to the bathroom, I stop and look at myself in the mirror.

I am five feet one inch tall with long, wavy auburn hair and green eyes.

I have a perfectly rounded ass, thick thighs, wide hips, a curved waist, and large breasts.

I am pretty, but that’s all people see me as.

They don’t see the master’s degree in business administration I have, or that I was top of my class.

I have a clear and defined handprint on my cheek, my lip is slightly busted, and my eye is bright red.

I guess he caught my eye when he hit me.

It doesn’t hurt, but it looks like it should.

“Shit,” I mutter. I’m not going to be able to hide this if it bruises.

I sigh and get into the shower to burn away the feeling of their hands on me.

I don’t know why I do this to myself. Every night I stand in this shower and hate myself for letting men do this to me.

It doesn’t matter if they are rough or not.

I never wanted this for myself. I never wanted to be used by everyone for money.

I had completely different expectations for my life, and being a whore wasn’t one of them.

I scrub my body and find that I am, in fact, bleeding from my rectum.

It’s not bad, but it just goes to show that I’m an idiot and shouldn’t be letting men do that to me.

Although that was not how things should be.

Rob has rules, and they knowingly broke every single one of them.

Does that make it rape? I tried to stop George, but he didn’t.

The other two went so hard, as if their goal was to hurt me.

My screams fueled their violent thrusts.

When I give up scrubbing, I shut the water off and get out.

I hear a floorboard creak, and fear rushes through me.

Did I lock the door? Surely to God I did.

I always do. I hurriedly pull on a giant T-shirt and step into panties before wrapping my hair.

There haven’t been any other noises, so maybe I was hearing things.

I slowly step out of the bedroom and stop to listen.

“Hello?” I call out. “I’m sad. Perfect time to come out and kill me…”

Nothing.

I sigh and go to the kitchen right as the kettle starts screaming.

I have it timed perfectly so I can get through my shower before it is done.

I pour the hot water over the tea bag and let it steep while I go around the apartment and make sure everything is locked.

When I get back, I add honey and take the cup to my room.

This is my nightly routine and has been since I was a teen.

I drink my tea and read a book until I inevitably pass out.

This sleepy-time tea kicks my ass, but I sleep so well.

By the time I finish my tea, my eyes are heavy, and I am exhausted.

I lay my book down on my nightstand so I don’t drop it again and relax into unconsciousness.