He continues the euphoric assault, engaging all of my senses. When the song ends, he withdraws his hands and rests them at his sides all while breathing heavily in my ear, sending tingles down my spine. I shift my weight and take my thong off, leaving me entirely exposed. Turning around, I take a spot between his knees and start to undo his belt buckle.
“You really don’t have to,” he mutters, not making eye contact with me.
“Listen, Sweetie, I’m not going to argue with you. I already got my money, but if you want what you paid for, then you might want to make the best use of the twenty-six minutes you have left.”
“I’m sorry; you just look like someone I’ve met before.” You know that nasty feeling in your gut that you get right before something bad happens? Yeah, I have that. But against my better judgment, I don’t stop.
“I’ve been told I have one of those faces. So what do you say, baby?” I cup and massage my tits right in front of his face, pinching my nipples and licking my lips. He better not say he doesn’t want to. He’s got me all worked up and I need to come before I lose it.
“Every time you say ‘baby’ I can’t help but think of those cheesy old porns,” he chuckles with a grin on his face that shows his perfectly straight, white teeth.
“Okay, let’s do something I don’t usually do. What’s your name? I’ll stop calling you baby, alright?”
“Rob.”
“Alright, Rob, do you want what you paid for?” With a slight nod of his head, I get back to what I had planned for him. You’re never going to see me work this hard to fuck someone, and I can’t explain it, but something about this guy makes me want to screw him. I can’t put my finger on it, but hell, if I don’t stop clenching my thighs together, trying to alleviate this ache, I’m going to chafe.
I finish unbuckling his belt and unbutton his pants, sliding them just past his thighs. Instead of resuming the same position I was in earlier, I straddle him, letting my ass sit across his knees. This is usually the part that I hate—looking at them while they do nothing but eye-fuck me, waiting for me to drop down on their dick and giving them the five minute ride of their life. Sounds crass, but that’s the business, nothing classy about it.
This guy though, his eyes rake me from top to bottom and don’t make me feel anything but beautiful. I know it’s a far cry from how I actually look right now, but I can’t even think about that right now. I lean backward, grabbing my purse from the floor. Rob brings his hands up to cup my breasts as I grab a condom from my bag. I stay arched back for a little while longer so he can enjoy the view before I straighten back up.
“Would you like to do the honors?” I hand the foil packet to Rob and he all too eagerly takes it from me, tearing the corner with his teeth.
Rolling the latex over his erection, his lush green eyes are glazed over with lust and anticipation. I rise from his lap slightly to align myself with his protected cock and guide myself down slowly. It’s usually much more uncomfortable because I’m not wet, but holy shit if he didn’t just slide in with the perfect amount of friction.
My pace starts slow and I soon realize that this is becoming far too personal for just a paid fuck. It’s too intimate to look into his eyes and watch his lips slightly part in satisfaction as he’s fully seated inside of me. I’m almost lost in his gaze but quickly realize my missteps and make every attempt to correct them.
Breaking eye contact, I fix my stare on the cheap picture that’s on the wall behind the loveseat and begin my typical approach. My momentum picks up, no longer softly rocking into him, trying to get him off as quick as possible. I make excellent use of the added height the heels give me and lift myself up then drop quickly with a slight rotation of my hips. When his hands make their way back up my stomach to take hold of my tits and roll my nipples through his fingers, my gaze starts to wander back to him.
“Fuck, Sapphire. Slow down or I’m not gonna last.”
“That’s kind of the point,” I say, grinning and adding in a few tricks I learned in the past to make this process as quick as possible. Leaning backward, I brace one hand on his knee and reach the other underneath our bodies to massage his balls. I give myself a mental gold star when I feel them tighten in my grip.
Rob moves one of his hands to my ass, squeezing and letting himself go, trying to match my motions with thrusting of his own. The other goes between us to my clit, rubbing in quick circular motions. I’m trying my hardest to not come, but fuck he’s killing me right now, and the worst part is he knows how affected I am.
A few minutes later, we’re both lost in ecstasy—him growling my name (or my stage name at least) and my legs quivering, threatening to give out any minute as I climb off his lap. He disposes of the used condom in the waste b
asket strategically placed next to the sofa. I’m putting my clothes, or lack thereof, on when I feel a warm body behind me and arms wrapping around my middle.
“That was amazing, Sapphire.” In the past I’ve been told how amazing I am, how sexy I am, how good of a fuck I am, but when he says it, I believe it. I can’t have this kind of confusion. This is my profession; he’s a John, not a boy who took me home from a bar for a one night stand. I collected money for my ‘services’ and I’ll do good to remember that.
“You got what you paid for.” I know that I’m being short and passive, but the sooner I get out of this room the better. I need to get back on stage, find a rich dick that came here for a quick fuck behind his wife’s back and get on with my night—forget Rob ever came into the bar tonight.
“Okay, I need a minute. Is it okay if I hang back for a sec?” After zipping up his jeans, he buckles his belt and flops onto the sofa, seemingly spent.
“You technically have six minutes to hang out if you want. I’m gonna head back and freshen up. I gotta be on stage in fifteen.”
“You’re gonna go on stage after that?” He sounds shocked, like he forgot this is my job.
“Yeah, Rob, bills aren’t gonna pay themselves now are they?” I chuckle, walking out of the curtained door and heading back to the locker room.
I take only a few minutes to freshen up and change outfits before I’m sitting at the bar ordering another rum and Coke. Since Kayce is on stage, I know that I’ve got one more girl ahead of me and then I’m back on the pole. Scoping out the room, I realize it’s damn near dead in here except for the table of college guys that Rob came in with, but he’s still not back at the table. I’m about to go back to the VIP area to check on him when I see him chatting with the bouncer and making his way toward his friends.
“Yo, Walterson, was she as good as she looked?” one of the kids in the group yells out from across the bar and high-fives his buddy. Tactful much?
Much to my dismay, I now know his name, giving him more of an identity than just some random guy I fucked. Rob Walterson. Wait. I look at him a little closer and study his facial features. Warning signs are flashing through my brain, and with every second he becomes more familiar.
“Robbie?” I yell and catch his attention. He freezes in his tracks, staring at me like I just insulted him.