Terra
“Well…” she said, feeling breathless for some reason. “I guess we could go into the VIP lounge if you want.”
“Hey, bro—I’m not paying for that,” the groom who had apparently paid for the lap dance yelled. “That’s high rolling—Alison would kill me if I put that on my tab.”
“All right,” she said, holding out a hand to him. “Come on—let’s go.”
She saw herself dancing nude for the bull-man, then straddling his lap.
She saw him sucking her nipples as she moaned and tugged on his horns.
A moment later, she saw herself lying on her back with the huge Monstrum between her thighs.
He was lapping her pussy, spreading her wide with his long tongue and obviously enjoying himself as he tasted her thoroughly while she moaned and writhed beneath him.
“What the hell?” she gasped and yanked her hand away.
Immediately, the flow of obscene images stopped. She looked up at the Monstrum warrior, who was staring down at her with wide eyes.
“Did you just—no, never mind.” She shook her head. It wasn’t like he’d shoved those images into her brain. The Monstrum couldn’t do that—could they?
“Forgive me,” he said, his deep voice slightly hoarse. “Did I squeeze your hand too hard?”
“Huh? Uh, no—no, it’s fine. I just thought…thought I saw something.” Terra forced a flirtatious smile onto her face and winked at him. “Come on, big boy—let’s get you to the VIP lounge.”
But this time, she didn’t take his hand. Instead she led the way, allowing him to follow her without any more direct physical contact.
She didn’t know what had just happened a moment ago when she took him by the hand, but she wasn’t eager to repeat it.
For one thing, it was freaky—it had felt like someone else’s thoughts shoved into her head.
And for another, it had weirdly turned her on.
Her nipples were so tight they ached, and she was wet and hot between her thighs.
Terra didn’t know exactly what had happened, but she didn’t have time to dissect the experience right now.
Judging by the dazed look in the bull-man’s eyes and the wad of cash he was holding, she might get enough to pay off the whole alternator and even have a little left over to pay for Cody’s birthday gift, if she played her cards right.
He desperately wanted a gaming system, but at the moment, she couldn’t even afford a game, let alone the whole system.
That all might change if she could give the Monstrum a good enough show.
For a moment she had a flash of self-hate.
She didn’t mind the dancing, but she hated having to sell herself this way.
She would have to let the Minotaur Monstrum grope her some, no doubt, in order to get the cash she needed.
He seemed a nice enough guy and he was actually really handsome, considering he wasn’t human.
He had an undeniable aura of masculinity that she found immensely attractive.
But she wished she could be dating him instead of dancing for him.
Then she remembered that she wasn’t just doing this for herself—she had her kids to feed and clothe and her elderly mom to take care of.
Whatever I have to do to survive, I’ll do it, she told herself grimly as she led the huge Monstrum up the steps at the back of the club and into the small, exclusive VIP lounge.
Once they were inside—he had to turn sideways to get through the door because of his horns—she turned to face him again. She kept the smile on her face, but she paused deliberately before leading him into one of the curtained booths.
This was the tricky part. A lot of clients thought that going to the VIP lounge meant you were going to fuck them—or at least let them finger you.
Terra knew some of the girls who allowed those things—though the rules stated they would be kicked out of the club if they were caught being involved in any kind of prostitution.
That was in theory—in practice the manager usually just turned a blind eye as long as the clients went away happy.
But Terra didn’t go that far. She might let a client fondle her boobs—though she hated it—but she wasn’t a call-girl. So this was the point where she had to set some firm boundaries without losing the client’s interest. It was always a balancing act and the Monstrum was an unknown factor for her.
Most guys were easy to size up. There were the hotheads who would blow their top and complain if they felt like they weren’t getting their “money’s worth”—she usually tried to avoid them in the first place.
Then there were the guys who wore sweatpants to the club, hoping to get more contact.
They walked around with constant hard-ons and were notorious for groping.
Terra tried to avoid those too, though it wasn’t always possible.
She preferred to stick with regulars, who knew her and enjoyed her dancing and didn’t try any handsy stuff.
But she also liked the shy guys—men who were a little socially awkward when it came to women and who needed a boost of confidence or self-esteem, which they got when a pretty girl at the club flirted with them.
Then there were the high rollers, like Viktor Orlov—the creepy guy who had been harassing her ever since she’d danced for him six months ago.
Terra regretted ever giving him a dance.
She should have listened to her instincts—she’d had a bad feeling before she’d taken him to the VIP lounge.
But he’d been a real sweet talker, and he’d had a wad of cash.
Just like this guy—are you sure you’re doing the right thing, Terra? whispered a little voice in her head.
Well, she was about to find out.