You Break Me (The Prospect 2)

Nikki

Exiting the stage, I fan my face. Damn that guy in the crowd was hella cute. I know better than to look. My old man, Tricky, owns this dump. I dance for him. I’m the best he’s got. When we first got together, I thought he would take care of me. I thought my dancing days were over, but they were far from it. I thought Tricky really loved me but all I am to him is dollar bills. Another ass to shake and bring him money, but lord forbid another man ever have what belongs to Tricky. The men can look at me, but they are never to touch me.

I would never chance it for anyone, not even that fine man who I couldn’t take my eyes off a moment ago.

Some days I think he is waiting for me to fuck up, so he has a valid reason to kill me. My husband is a real bastard, but I’m the one who married him even though the other dancers here warned me not to, I thought they were just jealous. Sure, that was probably part of it, but after we were married, I could see how a few of the warnings were actually genuine.

I stuff the money I collected from the stage into my jar in the office and head back out to work the floor. I bring in a lot of money from lap dances in the champagne rooms.

I keep telling myself that one day I will save up enough money to leave, but I know as good as anyone does you don’t leave this life by free will. No one leaves Tricky unless it’s in a body bag.

If I want out, I will have to fake my death and that doesn’t come cheap.

Until that day comes, I gotta shake what my mother blessed me with, my tits and my ass. I’m a curvy woman and men and some women go nuts for my assets. Double D breasts and an ass that would make that Kardashian chick jealous.

Shoulders back, tits and ass pushed out, I strut through the room, smiling and flirting.

When a strong hand grips my upper arm, a tingling sensation spreads through my body and I look up to meet the dark eyes of the cutie from earlier. Holy shit he is even hotter up close. A strong jaw with only a dusting of facial hair. Dark blue eyes that would put the bluest waters of the ocean to shame. Tattoo sleeves decorate both of his muscular arms. The man is sex in jeans and a grey Henley tee.

Warmth pools between my thighs at the sight of him.

Him touching me so openly is a bad idea on his part. Placing my hand over his, I gently remove his hold. “You can look, but you can never touch,” I warn.

“How much to touch you?” He flashes his money clip and my eyes grow wide. He’s packing some serious cash on him. I give him my signature smile and glance around the room to see who’s working tonight. If I could do this under the table, I could seriously increase my get the hell outta here fund. Could I be this person? A Whore? This would make me no better than Tricky, but the way this man’s eyes stare into mine, lighting a fire inside me, makes me want to burn. To hell with the consequences.

Chapter 3

Grady

Goddamn, the way this hot bitch sways her hips when she walks nearly hypnotizes me.

She may play coy, but everyone has a price. I can’t wait to get my hands on her firm ass and squeeze. Dropping six g’s for an hour will be nothing compared to the satisfaction of earning my cut and if I get to slide my cock in her while I’m doing it, even better. I’ve been working my ass off doing all the shitty grunt work, but now I have my chance to patch in and put the Jacks Devil on my arm. Nothing will get between me and my cut.

She unlocks the door to a room that is weird as fuck. There’s a rocking chair and an oversized crib. “What the fuck is this?” I look around hoping she isn’t into some weird ass shit. I’m a freaky bastard but I’m not putting on a Goddamned diaper for no bitch no matter how tempting her pussy is.

“A room rarely used. You wanted to touch, this is the only way we do this…privately. No cameras.” She offers me a faint smile with her explanation. “Some customers have a baby fetish. This one guy loves to wear a diaper.” She shrugs.

I cup the back of my neck. Funky décor or not, nothing is standing in my way tonight.

“What’s your name?” I already know her stage name isn’t her legal name, but I wanna see how easily she gives up information. See how hard she’s gonna make me work for it.

“Star.”

“No, I mean your real name.” Stepping into her space, I wrap my arms around her waist and slide on down her backside to get a good feel of that ass. Damn, she’s thick and beautiful. I wanna take her from behind so bad, slap her ass cheeks with my dick as I cum. Fuck.

“I’m not supposed to tell you,” her mouth tells me, but those exotic eyes tell me she feels an attraction to me. Pushing away from my grasp, she says, “How about I turn on some music and you can have a seat over there.” Star points to the crib. The front side is open. It seems twisted as fuck, but it’s a good thing I am one twisted bastard.

Taking a seat on the edge, her dancing for me is the furthest thing from my mind. No, I don’t want to see her dance, I just wanna fuck her. My brows knit together when some nursery rhyme shit begins to filter through the speakers.

The beautiful bitch moves her hips and I am enchanted. The closer she comes the harder my dick gets. Her tits bounce with every movement of her banging body. The woman is perfection and teasing the fuck out my cock. “C’mere,” I demand, and she wags her finger in my face, continuing to put on a seductive show.

Turning her back to me she backs that ass right up on me dropping it down over my crotch, bouncing it up and down, brushing against my hard on.

“Baby, you keep moving like that and I am gonna have to get a taste of that pussy.” Grabbing her hips, I take over controlling the pace, pumping her tight body up and down like we’re fuckin’.

I know we’d be damn good together.

Chapter 4