Chapter 19
Chloe
Chapter Nineteen
I remember when Roxanne first told me about sex clubs. I was sixteen and didn’t believe her.
I thought she was making it up to screw with me because I was so shy about any talk about sex.
Roxanne was the sexually adventurous girl who’d lost her V-card when she was sixteen. By eighteen she was a woman of the world dating older men who knew about the darker tastes of life.
For years, I still didn’t believe her until she took me to one. I was in there for about ten minutes before I’d had more than I could stand of watching people fucking.
Now I work in a sex club and I suppose I’m probably going to be classed as a glorified sex-worker. I have my first booking tonight.
I arrived half an hour ago for a quick tour of the place with the lady who takes care of the girls. When she finished the tour she directed me to the dressing room, which is where I’m heading now.
I’m walking along the balcony looking at all the action happening below on the club floor. There are groups of naked people as far as my eye can see. And all of them are fucking.
All together they look like a massive orgy, and everyone looks like they’re having the time of their lives.
God. I can’t believe I’m here.
I got the job last night within minutes of inquiring. The manager, a man who was just as sleazy as the bouncer, took one look at my breasts and hired me on the spot. I’ll get three grand per night because I agreed to take part in their private bookings where the patrons can hire a Starlet to strip and fuck each member of their party. No matter how large the group.
The group I have tonight is a party of fifteen men.
I have only been with three men in my entire life. Jack from high school, who was my first boyfriend, who decided he wanted to bed me and dump me on prom night, Nate the devil, and Cillian.
Cillian.
I already feel so filthy just for being here in this place that I feel embarrassed to think his name. It’s strange that the best of the bunch is the guy I thought was the most dangerous, and I feel like I don’t deserve him.
After what happened to Mom today I don’t regret my decision to do this.
My mother had another heart attack. I was talking to her about the studio when she went into cardiac arrest right in front of me.
Dr. Chase and his team were able to bring her back again. Then I had the painful task of telling him that I didn’t get the loan.
He’s placed Mom in a sedated coma to help her heal, but things aren’t looking good. She needs that surgery now if we hope for her to survive.
Roxanne was just on her way in when Mom had the attack. We were going to talk to Mom about the loan together.
Thank God we didn’t get the chance to. I would have felt like it was our fault if she’d had the heart attack following the bad news.
I didn’t want to leave my mother’s side, but I had to come here to work.
When I got here, I put my name down to be a starlet for hire. Those girls get hired for anything from a week to a month to a year. The starting payment is a hundred thousand dollars for a week.
The manager said he had no doubt I’d get snapped up for hire over the next few days. His eyes gleamed when I told him I wanted to sign up. He takes a ten-percent cut for every booking I get, so he thinks I’m going to bring in more money.
That still works for me. With my fifteen thousand in the bank, I’d still have enough from just one booking to pay the deposit for the surgery.
I haven’t told Roxanne anything about this. Nobody needs to know.
I’d feel so much worse if they did. I felt bad when I found myself walking in here last night to apply for this job but this is a whole other level of degrading.
I reach the dressing room and get dressed in the outfit they left out for me.
Now that I’m decked out in the uniform—a pink diamond-spackled bra and a thong—I look like a slut.
The outfit looks like something a Vegas showgirl would wear in a burlesque show.
A knock sounds at the door. Whoever it is doesn’t wait for me to answer before the door swings open.
It’s the seedy manager—of course it is. His name is Marcus. When he sees me and his eyes light up, I half expect them to morph into huge dollar signs.
“Fantastic. You’re fucking gorgeous.” He looks me over and licks his chapped lips. “The men are ready for you. Do you need anything?”
“No. I’m ready.”
“Great. Just fuck like a pro and you?—"
A large hand clamps around his neck and hoists him into the air.
At first I think we’re under some attack, then Cillian charges into the room and rams Marcus into the wall as if he’s as weightless as a fly.
My mouth falls open and every bone in my body stiffens.
“What the fuck did you just say to my girl?” Cillian barks in Marcus’ face.
I gaze at him, my mind scrambled and stuck between the shock of seeing him and wondering what he’s doing here.
And he looks like he’s going to kill Marcus.
“Cillian, stop it.” I rush up to them and yank on Cillian’s arm, but it’s to no avail.
Marcus starts coughing and thrashing against Cillian’s grasp. “Let… go.”
“I’m going to kill you. You fucking asshole. How dare you speak to my lass like that?”
“I applied to work here!” I blurt. It’s only then that Cillian looks at me and loosens his grip on Marcus.
He sets Marcus down but doesn’t let him go.
“She signed a contract,” Marcus splutters.
I gasp when Cillian pulls a gun from his back pocket and holds it to Marcus’ head.
“And you’re going to release her from it, aye?” Cillian cocks the hammer.
“Yes, yes. Of course, I am. I didn’t know she was yours. If I knew?—”
“Shut the fuck up and get out of my sight. Make sure you burn that contract, or I’ll destroy you.”
Marcus is nodding so fast his head looks like it might fall off. Cillian shoves him through the door and slams it shut, then he looks back at me.
I shudder when I glance at the gun, and he puts it away.
I’ve never seen him so angry. And he’s still angry, but he just took away my last hope.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Chloe? What the hell are you doing here? You sign up to work for a guy like Marcus and he owns you for life.”
At least I know now why he was so adamant about the contract, but it doesn’t change anything.
“How did you know I was here? Why are you still following me?”
“Are you kidding me? Do you know what this fucking place is?”
“I’m not stupid. Of course I know what this place is.” My answer seems to enrage him even more but I don’t care. I’m at the end of my tether, trying to grasp at the air for help. “I’m going to get my job back.”
Cillian rushes up to me, grabs me, and pushes me into the wall. “If you’re going to fuck anybody, it’s going to be me.”
He covers my mouth with his and delivers a cruel kiss to my lips. All the words I had for him get swallowed whole with my soul as he devours my mouth along with my will to resist him.
Even when I try to pull back and fight him, I can’t.
I can’t because I want him, too, and I don’t want to be here. I don’t want anyone to touch me aside from him. And here he is, giving me what I need.
Cillian shoves me up against the wall, where he deepens the kiss and only pauses to shove his pants down his hips and take out his cock. Then he hooks my leg around his waist, moves the thin string of the thong aside, and slams into me.
“Give yourself to me again. I want you. I want you, Chloe,” Cillian speaks against my lips.
I answer by moving back into the kiss.
When Cillian starts rutting into me, I allow myself to fall into pleasure.
He pounds into me hard, owning my body, and the ferocious look in his eyes as he stares at me lets me know that I’m being claimed. That I’m his.
He called me his girl earlier, and the other night he told me I was his. He said mine. Now I feel it.
Cillian speeds up and tightens his grip on my waist as he fucks me harder, faster, stronger.
I’m so lost in the feeling that I can’t breathe.
He fucks me into the wall and I grab onto his shoulders, digging my fingers into his shirt. I’m sure if I could reach his skin, my nails would cut him.
He grabs my face and forces me to look at him, then, with a savage growl, he comes, and I do, too. Hot cum floods me and we stay there staring at each other until his pumps slow, until our breathing calms, until I remember.
Cillian pulls out of me and the stern look on his face is different from what it was before.
That hard exterior he first came in with has shifted, revealing the tender side he showed me the other night.
He plants his hands on either side of me and stares at me, looking like he’s trying to see deep inside my soul.
“What’s going on, baby? Why are you here?” His voice is soft and soothing. Instead of the tight grip he held my face with, he caresses the skin there. No one would believe he’s the same guy who charged in moments ago, threatening to destroy Marcus.
I gaze at him and realize I’ve reached my breaking point. No more lies.
“My mother. She’s dying. She needs a new heart. I don’t have the money for the surgery.”
Hearing the words outside my head drags out the tears I’ve been holding back, and I cry.
I do the thing I didn’t want to do and break down in his arms.
Cupping the back of my head, Cillian pulls me in closer to hold me while I cry from the depths of my soul.