14
Sable
“Fuck, that’s it. Move your ass just like that.”
I slammed my eyes closed, trying not to focus on the smell of the man’s body odor.
He paid me extra for this, and it was the only way I ever gave up my ass.
This was a hefty fee. I could use it after eating up my meager savings with the down payment on my new place.
The new place that I finally moved into this morning.
But at the moment...
Right now I was dealing with this man who was sweating like crazy, the moisture dripping on my back in the most unattractive way. What person goes out to find someone to fuck neglecting basic hygiene, like deodorant? This guy did, apparently.
As much as I normally enjoyed a good fucking, even with a client, I couldn’t get into with this guy.
My dick hung soft between my legs as he pumped into me.
I was ready for him to come already. With any luck, he wasn’t someone who lasted very long.
It had already been twenty minutes, so it looked like luck wasn’t on my side.
Yes, I was watching the fucking clock on the wall. You would too if you were in my position.
I was bouncing my ass on him just to get him off a little faster. He liked whatever I was doing, and moaned louder, making me roll my eyes with how enthusiastic he was being. I liked a vocal partner. Hell, I was normally loud as fuck if I was enjoying myself, but this was a lot.
“Damn, squeeze me. Just like that. Yes. Do it again.”
I clenched my ass, squeezing my eyes closed as I finally felt his cock pulse inside of me. Thank fucking god. This was hopefully over and I’d get a nice tip out of it. Most of these guys didn’t care if I came. That’s not what this was about at all. My body was theirs to use and enjoy.
The man collapsed against my back. It took everything in me to keep from falling into the pillows below me.
He was heavy as fuck, and my arms shook with the effort it took to hold him up.
That was the other downside of being on the smaller side.
I couldn’t handle it when these guys gave out after sex.
When the man still didn’t move after another minute, I fell, his weight squishing me into the pillows.
Oh, my fucking God. Was he snoring? I’d never had someone fall asleep on me like that before, but there was a first time for everything. This guy needed to move because I was struggling to catch my breath.
It took a lot of effort, but I was able to wiggle my way out from under him. The man was out cold, mumbling something under his breath as he continued to snore peacefully against the pillows. So much for that tip, but at least he’d paid me up front.
I sighed with frustration, gathering my shorts, pulling them up my legs before making my way over to the doorway that led to the small back room that housed a few showers.
I needed to get the man’s sweat off of me because I felt sticky and gross in ways I hadn’t in a long ass time.
Then again, I normally didn’t have a problem with being used like that, but something felt different this time.
Like I deserved better than that. It was a stupid, fleeting thought that washed down the drain as the hot water cascaded over me.
Would Orion treat me better?
Nope. I needed to shut that thought the fuck down.
Nothing good would come of it. He was a client whom I neglected to charge for a service. Sure, he’d only watched, but I still should have charged, and I still couldn’t wrap my head around why I hadn’t.
I didn’t take long in the shower because if I were lucky, I could maybe score another client for the night. It was getting late, so the chances of that happening were pretty slim, but it was worth a try.
Justine was sitting at her vanity when I walked out of the shower. It didn’t matter that I wasn’t wearing anything. There was no way I was putting those shorts back on after getting that man’s sweat off my body, but it wasn’t like we hadn’t seen each other naked before.
“Hey Jazzy,” I said as I collapsed into the seat next to her.
She raised an eyebrow at me but said nothing.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
She huffed a laugh before reaching into one of the drawers in my vanity and pulling out a fresh pair of shorts, tossing them in my face.
“Put your dick away. I can’t take you seriously when you’re naked.”
I laughed because we’d had plenty of conversations while nude, but tonight felt different in a lot of ways.
“How is your night going?” I finally asked after pulling on the shorts and adjusting my junk so she didn’t have to see it anymore.
It was hard since the shorts were so tiny and no matter what I did, there was a visible dick-print.
It was part of the reason I liked this pair.
Girl should have thought a little better about what she was grabbing.
She only shrugged. “Things have been dragging. I mean, I did my dances, but the tips are low. I’m also just super tired and want to head home.”
That was different. Justine was the picture of energy, so for her to say she was tired meant something was completely off.
“You’re not getting sick, are you?”
The only answer I got was another shrug.
I leaned over, placing the back of my hand against her forehead. She didn’t feel warm, but her skin did appear more sallow than normal. Worry clawed at my gut as my friend got up to walk out of the room.
Something told me to get up and follow her, to make sure that she was okay, but I still needed to worry about myself as well. I had been looking forward to getting an extra tip from that guy, but now I needed to focus on finding another potential client.
Even though it didn’t sit well with me, I got up heading back out into the club.
Music blasted through the speakers as another dancer gyrated on the stage.
Her long black hair swept over her shoulder as she spun and fell into a split.
A sultry smile lit up her face as she looked over the crowd that had gathered to admire her.
Raven. I wasn’t as familiar with her since she was one of the newer dancers, but she seemed nice.
At least she hadn’t caused any fights with anyone else, which said a lot compared to the others when they first started.
It was like a weird posturing for dominance.
We all ended up getting decent pay from the place, and there was no need to trample all over anyone to get ahead.
But I couldn’t be distracted by Raven for very long because sitting at the bar on the other side of the stage was the very person I should be avoiding.
God, he looked fucking delectable.
My feet carried me like they had a mind of their own, before I could even try to stop them.
Suddenly, I was standing in front of Orion.
He smirked at me as if he had been expecting me to show up.
Okay, so maybe I would always show up when he was there.
It was starting to seem as though the man knew my schedule, which should have been worrisome, but it didn’t seem to bother me at all.
“Funny seeing you here.” I tried to play off the joke, but it all felt wrong because something gross swirled in my gut knowing that I’d just had another man inside of me not even thirty minutes ago.
Orion shrugged, that panty-melting smile spread across his face. “What can I say? I seem to be oddly drawn to this place.”
“This place, or me?” I was flirting. It needed to stop.
This wasn’t about finding another client so I could make more money. I was playing with fire that was guaranteed to burn, leaving behind scars that I’d never be able to hide. I had this feeling about Orion. He was the forever type of guy, not the type to fuck and dip out.
The ring on his finger said as much. Then again, he was here, not with whoever was attached to that ring.
He held up his hands in surrender. “You caught me. Is it so bad that I wanted to catch another glimpse?”
Heat raced through my body at the admission. I shouldn’t be flattered by the guy. The barrier was collapsing in my head the more I got to know him. He had already crossed the client to friend barrier. I needed to create distance before I fucked up completely, pushing things further.
“How would you feel about a more in-depth glimpse?” Oh, fuck. I needed to put a lock on my mouth, but the man was fucking gorgeous. It would be a shame to never get a taste. Even a tiny one.
He laughed—at least he thought I was funny. I’d take that small win after coming on a little too strong. The last thing I wanted was to come across as desperate after I’d already gotten a big client for the night. Even if he didn’t know that. He didn’t need to know that.
But luck was still not on my side when a heavy arm draped over my shoulder.
That strong smell of body odor washed over me again.
It was enough to make my stomach churn. I wanted to get away from this guy—our evening had concluded when he fell asleep.
I never understood when clients didn’t know when hands-off time had arrived. That time was now.
“There you are. I woke up with you gone. I had other plans for that ass of yours.” He grabbed my ass with his free hand. I jolted out of his grasp.
Orion was out of his seat, hands fisted in the man’s shirt in a heartbeat. “What the fuck, man. You don’t get to touch him like that.”
My client scowled at Orion. “I paid for him. That should give me the right to do whatever the fuck I please.”
That had Victor’s attention. He was out from behind the bar and next to Orion in the next moment. I wasn’t typically a damsel in distress, but it felt nice to have these two big men ready to defend my honor.
“The services you paid for ended the moment you left that back room. Hands off, asshole.” Victor crossed his arms over his chest as Orion tightened his grip on the man’s shirt.
It was a little embarrassing. There I was, trying not to let on that I’d already had a client for the night and now Orion was having to defend my honor.
The man pushed out of Orion’s hold, glaring at the group of us. For the second time in as many weeks, I had everyone’s attention. If this was becoming a thing, it needed to stop. Not a fan. Do not pass Go or collect the proverbial two hundred dollars.
“This place is a fucking joke. Not worth what I paid at all. You’ll be so lucky if I don’t file a fraudulent charge claim with my bank over that ATM withdrawal to pay you.” The client yelled before he stormed out of the bar. His acrid scent lingered in his wake.
“Are you okay?” Victor asked as he shoved Orion out of the way. Orion didn’t look happy about it, but Victor was my friend. He needed to be okay with him checking on me. Fuck, he didn’t need to be okay with anything. We were barely acquaintances at the moment.
I had to admit that I was starting to get tired of people asking if I was okay.
There had to be a point when I could handle shit on my own, not needing someone to defend me.
It was nice that people had my back. Lord knows I didn’t have it growing up thanks to my mother, but learning to stand on my own two feet was freaking hard.