12. Messiah
The hot water beats against my back as I brace myself with one hand against the wet tile. My bottom lip is sucked between my teeth as I work myself through the last strokes. Fucking Angel. My fucking Angel. I had to jerk my dick after coming home last night, but I woke up with the thought of her still in my head. I needed to get closer to her. I needed to know her real name and what she smelt like. Just imagining it was enough to pull me over the edge, and I grunt as my hips buck and my dick shoots out hot ropes of come against the cold tile. Taking a deep breath, I let the bliss course through me for a moment before it fizzles out. My spend leaks down the wall, washing away with the stream from the showerhead. It should be leaking down her thighs. Sighing, I finish my shower and step out before wrapping a towel around my waist.
I get to the club early enough that there won’t be many people around. Lack of options is one way I can ensure Angel is going to take the bait I have planned for her. I need to convince her to meet me outside of the club. I’ll be patient if I have to, but not touching her is driving me insane. I can’t touch her when she is on the clock, not unless I pay to get her into a VIP room and I am pretty certain that isn’t going to be an easy fight. Nonetheless, it is one I am going to attempt.
“How about you throw some of that cash my way,” Timber smiles when she walks past. “I can even make it worth your time.”
“Oh yeah,” I smile. “How so?”
“Come on,” she purrs, running her hand up my chest. “You know how. Why are you chasing that frigid bitch any –”
I break the rules about touching. I grab her wrist and yank her closer to me, staring down at her as she breathes her cherry vape breath back into my face.
“Don’t talk about her like that. You hear me?” I threaten.
“Let go,” she whines.
“Do you understand what I am saying to you?” My tone darkens and I enunciate each word to make sure she doesn’t miss any of them.
She nods, chin shaking.
“Now,” I say, letting her go and taking a step back. “I am going into VIP room five. You have ten minutes to find a way to get Angel in that same room.”
I don’t wait for her to reply before turning away and walking toward the beaded doorway at the side of the stage. I walk down the hall and turn into room five. Maybe I am a bit too confident in myself. I doubt Angel is going to listen to me longer than ten seconds when she sees I am in here. Then again, money talks and I brought a lot of it.
She appears to be a strong headed woman though, so I don’t think any amount of money is going to matter in her mind. Maybe. After all, everyone has a price they are willing to accept to damn their soul and dirty their hands.
I sit down on the leather sofa and wait. It takes four minutes for me to hear the click of heels coming down the hall. When Angel turns the corner, her lip curls and she narrows her eyes at me.
“Fuck, no,” she states.
“I didn’t even ask for anything,” I smile, leaning back on the couch and spreading my arms behind me.
She stands for a moment, eyes slowly moving over me, then turns as if she is going to leave.
“Not interested in getting paid tonight?” I call after her.
I hear one click of her heel outside the door before she reappears and steps inside, arms still crossed over her chest.
“I don’t do private dances.”
“I think anyone would do a dance for the right price. Name it.”
A challenge. Is she going to accept it or tell me to fuck off and walk away? I got to see her. That is enough. If anything, I can use the idea of her being near me as a fantasy while another chick blows me. My wrist is getting tired. It is time to outsource the work to someone else.
“What do you even do that allows you to have so much money on hand and yet show up here at all hours of the day?” she asks, taking a step forward.
She is conceding. She is interested.
“Might tell you one day. For now, what is the price to get you to dance for me? And what is the hush money tip?”
Her eyes widen and she glances down to my dick. Yeah, she knows what I mean. Just having her look in the direction of my cock makes it hard. For a brief moment, she thought about it. And whether it was with a good or bad intention doesn’t matter.
“Three thousand,” she spits.
I nod, reaching into my pocket. I got bigger bills for this visit since I knew I was bringing way more cash than I ever carried on me. It didn’t matter. She could take it all. I just needed one more job from Charles to earn it all back.
“Deal,” I smile.
“Three thousand for the dance,” she clarifies. “Three minutes. You can’t touch me.”
“I won’t touch you, Sweetheart. But you should slide something off for me to remember you by.”
She shifts on her feet as she stares at the black wall to the side, truly thinking through whether or not she is going to do it. Hell, I’d pay her three grand to just stand there and let me look at her.
“What do you want?” she asks, eyes turning down to the floor.
“Just a dance. You wearing panties?”
She nods, eyes still on the floor. I don’t like it.
“Look at me,” I order, spreading my legs as I lean back on the couch.
Those frosty eyes meet my gaze. I slap the money on the table beside me and spread my arms out on the back of the couch as I wait for her to start. Her chest raises as she takes a deep breath, then her face goes blank for a moment before she slaps on a sultry look. I know it is fake, but I am obsessed enough with this girl to still get lost in the fantasy of it.
She steps toward me, letting her hips undulate back and forth. My breath stutters in my chest as she bends forward, giving me a peak at her tits. Reaching beneath her short skirt, she sways as she tugs on the band of her purple panties. My palm rubs against my stiff cock. It gets harder when her eyes glance toward it. Her fingers hook into the purple fabric and she shimmies her underwear down her legs. My eyes are fixed on her movement as she leans up, balling the panties up in her hand before tossing them at me.
Smiling, I pick them up and press them to my nose. Vanilla. Fuck, this girl is anything but vanilla. Stepping back, she pushes her chest toward me as she runs her hands down her front. My fingers easily pop open the button on my jeans and I pull the denim aside, rubbing my hand against my cock. Her movements falter a bit as she watches me touch myself. A smooth pink tongue darts out to lick her lips. Fuck, the idea of it on my cock makes my dick weep.
She continues to dance a few feet in front of me. My hand reaches into my pants, palming the heat of my hard cock as I focus on the sway of her body. Her movements are smooth until I unleash the steel rod in my pants. Those steely eyes dart down to it as I wrap the fabric of her panties around the swollen red tip. Turning, she pulls her hair over her shoulder and reaches for the snap on her bra. My grip tightens on my cock as she pulls it off, turning slowly so I can see her perked breast with their hard, dark nipples. Stroking faster, I suck in a breath as she moves closer. When she grips my shoulders, I suck in a breath. Leaning forward, she lets her bare chest brush against mine. Fuck.
My dick erupts without warning. A groan escapes me as I hold the purple fabric against me, spilling inside her panties. Fuck, I want to be in her cunt for this.
“Someone is a quick draw,” she notes, standing up and stepping away from me.
She has her top back on before I can even catch my breath. My eyes rake over her, sad that this had to end so soon. That’s okay. Next time, I am going to be buried inside her when I come.
“What is your name?” I ask.
The soaked fabric is still pressed against my dick. She straightens the hair around her shoulders, those steely eyes raking over me again.
“You didn’t pay enough to know,” she answers.
Reaching into my pocket, I pull out the bundled cash I have left on me. Need fills her eyes as she looks at it. I take my time tucking myself back into her pants, smiling as I tuck her soiled panties into my empty pocket.
“Name,” I demand, holding up the bills.
Her hand reaches out and I place the stack on her palm. For a moment, she turns it around, looking it over as if debating whether or not it is even real.
“Angel,” she smiles, tucking the wad into her bra and turning away.