Chapter 4
Lauralyn
Ilook toward the door, weighing my decision.
I never thought I’d see him again. Holt O’Rork was the biggest asshole at my school.
Just because I came from money, he called me a bitch and cut me down every chance he got.
He even made up rumors about me that got back to my dad and to Collin.
I felt like I was constantly under attack from the asshole.
And it seems as though he hasn’t changed.
“I don’t got all day, princess. You want the money, you get your ass over here and prove it.”
Do I want the money? Yes. I need that money. But degrading myself in front of that man… I don’t think I can do it. But then what? I kiss everything goodbye just because I had to dance for him. I lose everything I’ve worked for over a jerk I went to high school with.
No. The answer is no. What I do is go over there and prove that I’m the best one for the job.
I prove that his opinion doesn’t matter.
No one from my past does. I get the gig, make my money, and then I finish my degree and move the hell away from here, never thinking about him or this weekend ever again.
Another song begins to pump through the speakers and it reinforces my decision.
I move in, repeating the words ten thousand dollars over and over again.
Ten thousand plus tips. As long as it’s not Holt I’ll be spending my weekend with, I can handle it.
I just have to put on the sexiest performance of my life, and then I’m home free.
“The man coming to town,” I say, stopping between his spread legs.
“Is he a Steel Sinner like you?” It’s not a surprise that Holt ended up a member of an outlaw motorcycle club.
He always ran around with the bad crowd.
Collin even told me that Holt had tried to sell him drugs in the locker room.
It was then that I realized I needed to stay far away from him.
“No, he’s not, but that’s all I’m going to say.
Our client wants his privacy, so until I know you’re the right one for the job, I’m not giving any details.
Now, I suggest you climb on my lap and start grinding that ass on my dick.
You better make me nice and hard or else I’m giving the job to Portia. ”
Portia. I swear that girl has hated me from the moment I showed up at the club.
Lola said she doesn’t like competition, but I don’t see how I’m her competition.
Portia is like a dark and dreamy rocker Barbie, and I’m like Barbie’s little sister: Skipper.
Short and preppy, with pint-sized tits. Portia’s aiming to be discovered on stage and made into a porn star or a trophy wife.
Whichever pays the most. Me: I just want to make enough money to pay the bills, and then I will never dance again.
I find my rhythm, swaying to the beat, and then I let the music take me.
Getting lost in the act like I do every night at the club.
I use his body as my pole. Circling around his strong shoulders.
Rubbing my chest against the back of his head.
Gripping his hair and yanking him against me.
The groan that rumbles out of him has me smirking.
I think he might already be hard for me.
There’s only one way to find out.
I move to his front then stop between his legs, taking a peek between his thighs as I hold onto his knees and grind myself down to the floor.
The size of his bulge nearly causes me to lose my balance.
Holt O’Rork is sporting some mega heat. He’d make Collin and every other guy jealous if they saw that.
The sight of it makes me feel flushed. Before he can see my blushing cheeks, I turn to face the stage and bend over, shaking my ass for him.
Lola says it’s my finest asset.
A hard slap lands down on my cheek, startling me. The sting surges up my spine and settles across my nerves—along with his words.
“You deserve a thousand more of those for the way you acted back in school.”
I whip around, glaring down at the jerk.
Unfortunately, he’s too good looking for words.
All the tattoos are sexy as hell. So is the scruff on his chiseled jaw.
That sculpted body that took hours of training to perfect.
He was always good looking, but age and maturity have done him well.
I still look exactly as I did seven years ago.
“I think it’s you who needs to be spanked.
” I point him with a glare. “Did you know that Collin actually believed I blew you behind the bleachers. He almost broke up with me over that lie. I had to…” I stop myself before I finish that thought.
He doesn’t need to know that I had to give Collin a blow job in the library to prove that he was the only one I wanted.
I’d never sucked him off before, but I learned real quick what I needed to do.
I was terrified of getting caught, but more so of losing him.
Looking back now, I wish he had broken up with me.
It would’ve spared me the heartbreak of the truth.
“Don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.
” His hands grip my hips, yanking me forward.
I lose my balance and land on top of him, having to grab his leather cut to steady myself.
“I never told him you blew me. Not sure who did, but it sure as hell wasn’t me.
I did however catch him behind the bleachers with Trina.
He was telling her if she sucked his dick, he’d break up with you that same day.
Unfortunately for him, me and my buddies showed up and stole her attention. She ended up sucking off Kade instead.”
Trina? But Collin called her white trash. She lived in the same trailer park as Holt. That boy never would’ve been seen with a girl like that.
“Are you sure you weren’t trippin’ that day?” I ask. “Because Trina is not his type.”
“I don’t do drugs.” His voice is tight, as if I’ve grazed a nerve.
“Never have and never will. I know what I saw that day, and that piece-of-shit boyfriend of yours was trying to make his play for T. Maybe he was trying to get it elsewhere. There are some things us kids from the trailer park can do better. Bet you don’t even swallow. ”
There he goes acting as if the only thing I was capable of was spending my father’s money. Which reminds me… That’s why I’m here.
“Should I continue with the audition, or is your mind already made up?”
With the way he’s looking at me, it doesn’t look like I stand a chance.
“Go ahead, princess.” He squeezes my ass. “Climb on up and prove to my dick that you’re not a little stuck-up prude.”
“Just because I didn’t fuck everyone like you did, doesn’t make me a prude.
” I grip the front of his neck, pressing him back against the leather chair as I straddle his waist. “You’ve always misjudged me, Holt.
And you’re wrong. I take my feedings like a good girl. Deep and hard, and I always swallow.”
My hips grind down, feeling the effect I’m having on him.
His hips have risen, his dick pressed up against me.
It’s hard and thick. I slide against it and a shot of tingles runs through my body.
It’s been a while since I’ve been with a man.
School and work have kept me occupied. It’s just unfortunate that the one beneath me has to be such an asshole.
“My my.” He tsks, squeezing my ass. He can’t seem to get enough of the thing. “You surprise me, princess. Tell me more. Tell me all about your hidden talents so I can decide whether you’re good enough for our client.”
“I’m more than good enough, Deuce.” I grind down against him, sliding right over his ridge.
“Fuck,” he groans, his eyes rolling back. “You’re already wet.” I’m almost embarrassed over the fact. Every rub against my clit is soaking me through. But I’m not going to allow myself to be ashamed. It feels good. Too good.
“Tell me how you like it, princess. Do you like it rough and hard?” He grips me tighter, rocking me faster against him, driving my nerves hotter. “Or…” He slows me to a steady, languid pace. “Do you like it soft and sweet? How does little Lauralyn Prince like to be fucked?”
Another wave of tingles rolls through. The fire is burning low in my gut.
I grind down harder, feeling his full, thick shaft pressed from front to back.
He’s massively equipped. And as hard as can be.
It’s impossible not to crave him. And secretly, I like seeing the weight of his lust in his eyes.
I like knowing that I’m getting to him. For all those years he called me a bitch, someone he’d rather die before fucking, he sure does look like he wants to slip it in and take me for a ride.
“It depends on my mood,” I purr, thrusting forward slowly, riding him at a teasing pace.
Watching his face growing tighter. Eyes heavier.
I never thought I’d see the day that Holt O’Rork would be looking at me with anything other than hatred in his eyes.
“Sometimes I like it like this.” I drop my head back, gripping my hair as the pleasure tightens from within.
“I like taking my time, savoring the ride. But sometimes.” I pick up the pace, rubbing faster, feeling my heart racing as the heat courses up my veins.
It’s building quick. Every pulse is ricocheting off my nerves.
“Sometimes…” My voice is breathless. “I need a quick, hard fuck.”
I’m almost there. I can feel myself nearing the edge. That twisting tension pulling me towards its heat.
“That’s it, princess. Make a mess of my pants with that little pussy. Show me how hot this lowlife thug gets you.”
I pause on his hips as his sharp words ring in my ears, reminding me of our past. I start to climb off, realizing what a huge mistake I was about to make, but his hands stop me.
“Where do you think you’re going? We aren’t done yet.”
I am. I’m not going to fuck my enemy. He’s still an asshole.
“You told me I had to make your dick hard. I did that. Now, do I have the job or not?”
“You get yourself off on my dick and the job is yours.”
Get myself off? I’d rather take my pride while it’s still intact and leave now. He’s not going to give me the job anyway. It will be the final sword he jabs into my gut, slicing me open.
“Is this your way of humiliating me?”
He shakes his head. “This is my way of making sure you’re willing to do anything the client asks. If he asks you to masturbate on his cock, his knee, or on the damn arm of the chair, you better rub that pussy until you’re coming apart. Whatever he fucking wants, you do.”
“I’ll do anything with him.” I cross my arms. “It’s you I have a problem with.”
“I know you do, but if you want the twenty K, you better soak my pants through and show me what a dirty girl you are. Now, you’ve got sixty seconds to decide.”
Twenty K? I thought it was ten plus tips. Maybe he misspoke.
“Twenty thousand?”
“Yes,” he grits through his locked jaw. “Twenty grand plus tips. But only if you’re willing to do anything. And I mean anything.”
That sounds daunting. Sex isn’t a problem. I can even role play if the man wants me to, but I shy away from pain. And there’s no way I’m doing anything weird, like letting him pee on me or doing any blood play.
“Is the man a psycho? Or does he have any weird fetishes?”
“No. He’s neither. Now, do you want the money or not, Laur?”
Twenty thousand would give me room to breathe. That amount is a game changer. It would change my life’s course.
“Yes.” The word sweeps past my lips.
“Then you know what you have to do.”