Keep it together, Blaine.
I tune back in to what Chase is saying.
“Carter,” he repeats, “this is Destiny. Destiny, meet Carter Blaine.”
She smiles up at me. She obviously knows exactly who I am. But the way she’s looking at me isn’t quite the same as what I’m used to. Yeah, there’s a bit of a predatory gleam in her eye, but there’s something else. Something I didn’t expect. Something that looks a lot like genuine interest.
But I push that thought aside. I can’t be bothered with thinking about anything other than how it’s going to feel when I get this girl to give me head.
Chase shoves a fat stack of hundred-dollar bills in my hand, clapping me on the back as he tells Destiny, “Take my man here to the most luxurious private room you have and give him anything he asks for.”
Destiny gives me another smile, looking like she’s up for anything and everything.
Fuck yeah. Let’s do this.
Ashley
“Please follow me,” my voice cracks, my armor a bit faulty as I take in the man I’ve imagined way too many times, right before I cream all over myself. Hell, I’ve even imagined him while fucking other men at times.
But television and my daydreams don’t begin to do him justice. He’s hotter than I could've ever envisioned, especially since his nonchalant attitude can never be depicted on the show. He’s following me, but his eyes are scoping the club, but not like most men do. You see, most men see women and lose themselves as well as any intuition they may embody. I’ve seen men shrink to boys right before my eyes, their cocks making them my slave just from a soft bite to my bottom lip.
Carter isn’t like that, and I know I need a different approach, because although I’ve caught him looking down at my ass, I know he isn’t going to be an easy target. He’s one of those types who knows he’s sexy, so his effect on me isn’t lost. He’s probably picking up on my erratic breathing, the clenching of my ass cheeks as I walk, and he may have already noticed my razor-sharp nipples.
Making my way through the large club, I notice all the women staring at us as I lead Carter to the VIP rooms in the back of the club. I have to focus to remember the layout I’ve recently learned, everything is so different in the dim lights, with red accents everywhere, making the place seem like an erotic dream. The sofas are Victorian style, with gold accents and plush red velvet upholstery. Men lean back in their tailored suits, ties loosened, and crotches bulging, as women stand before them twisting and turning half naked.
These are the small time suckers, and amateur girls. Any man worth his weight in millions wouldn’t dare be caught out in the open area of a club with a tight grip on his cock. And any girl with experience wouldn’t want anything to do with a man like that.
No, the real money is made in the back rooms, and the real ballers hide behind the curtains protected by bulky bodyguards who make sure women like me can’t get pictures of these expensive targets once I’ve made them bend to my seduction.
“Destiny, you can come here,” the voice says to my right, and I process it, but completely forget that I am Destiny, so I continue walking, ignoring the order.
“Hey, over here,” the voice is dark and throaty, as his fingers grasp my hip, pulling me close to him as he casually whispers in my ear.
The music fades into oblivion as I take in his rosewood aroma; it’s heavy and thick, much like the bulge in his pants poking me from behind. I feel myself warm up, my pussy muscles clenching feverishly as his hand squeezes on my exposed skin, waiting for a response.
“Okay,” is all I can manage, the breath caught in my throat, and lust coursing through my veins.
Even his voice is sexier than I expected. Heading toward the voice that pointed out a private room, I walk into the fanciest private area I’ve ever seen in a club. Like the public areas, there is a dim and red lighting effect, and there are plush red sofas with gold accents. But the amount of gold décor and marble flooring elevates this place above every other area of the night club.
“Have a seat,” I say in my seductive tone, my mind and body getting into full character as I prepare to begin my work. Yes, he’s sexy, but I’m a professional and this is what I do.
“Cool,” he sighs, flopping down on the sofa as I set the large stack of money Chase handed me upon their arrival.
Carter is sitting with his legs spread, his bulging member on full display as he leans back, his left arm fully extended on the headrest of the sofa.
“You gonna dance?” He lifts one eyebrow and his lips curl into a smirk so sexy, so mischievous, I have to look away to maintain my composure.
“Is that what you want?” I sway my hips, moving closer to him before spinning to show my backside, which is barely covered in lace.
“It depends. How does this work? Can I touch you?” He tilts his head as if he’s studying me.
“You can do whatever you like,” I say over my shoulder, and I can literally see his eyes darken as he licks those full lips.
“You can dance then,” he leans forward, gripping my hip again, my body heating to his touch. “Just make sure it ends with my cumming all over you.”
Oh, God. My thighs press together to appease my needy pussy, desperate for some attention with all of this arousal happening. My nipples are poking through the lace fabric containing them, and every hair on my body is standing, my hormones on high alert.
“I can handle that,” I manage to actually sound sexy before moving to stand before him. As always, I spend an awkwardly long period just standing, looking into his eyes with every ounce of seduction I have, willing him to let me past his hard shell. All men have it, it’s their cock’s common sense, and until you can break through it, you’ll never be able to penetrate their mind.