He glances around to make sure no one can see us and his body shifts to block the open door.
“I tried. I-I…” I trail off.
“Say it.”
“I need you to do it,” I say, the truth spilling right out of my mouth.
“Fuck yes you do.” He leans into the car and grabs my hips. He pulls me down to him a little more and stares at my pussy. “Rub your clit.”
I wiggle under him, wanting his cock inside me, but I do as I’m told. Maybe if I’m good he’ll give it to me.
“Pull on your nipples for me. Harder. You deserve some pain for sneaking out of bed this morning without waking me.” I can hear the hurt mixed with anger and desire in his words.
Again I do as I’m told, wanting to please him. My heart flutters at him missing me. He reaches for the belt of his pants and I rub my clit faster and moan when his cock springs free. I want it inside me. He jacks himself off with one hand and the other goes to my pussy as he pushes one thick finger inside me.
“Fuck, you’re still tight,” he grunts, and my hips rise to meet the thrust of his finger. “Or are you swollen? I fucked your virgin pussy so hard last night it swelled up.”
“Oh god.” His dirty words ignite my desire and I’m close to cumming.
“Who knew virgin cunts could be so fucking greedy, but look at yours, begging for more when it can hardly handle one finger.”
His filthy words and perfect touch are all it takes to make my pussy cum. I lock down on his finger and start to cry out his name, but he takes out the finger inside me and puts his hand over my mouth. He silences my cry with his wet finger as he keeps rubbing my clit with his other hand to get every last bit of it out of me. I feel Bennett’s warm sticky release land on my hand and pussy. He cums all over me at the same time and it’s almost too much.
He closes the door to the car we’re in and his breathing is heavy and hot on my neck. I think he’s going to yell at me about leaving this morning, but after a few moments he starts kissing me softly. He uses the hand he jerked off with to rub the cum into me. My body jerks when his fingers brush my still-sensitive clit and I feel him smile against my neck before he nips me there with his teeth.
“Are you going in there dressed like this?” he asks me.
I nod and swallow the lump that forms in my throat. It feels like a betrayal to him that I’m doing this. Why did this have to be the job Bradford gave me? He never gave me one like this before, but I asked for a bigger one and this was going to land me a gigantic pay day. I don’t know what this key unlocks, but whatever it is, it’s going to get me the money I need just for stealing it.
“I have to get a key off some guy,” I admit to him. “I need to blend in.” I’m not sure what the guy looks like. Bradford told me everyone calls him B and I’ll know him when I see him. I wanted more information on the guy, but Bradford dismissed me when he lifted his phone to make a call. What kind of guy goes to a strip club on his lunch hour?
“Okay,” he says as he leans up so he can look down at me.
“Okay?” He’s going to let me walk in there dressed like this?
It’s then I realize that deep down I’ve been wondering when he was going to show up and try and stop me. I assumed we’d get in a fight and he’d go all caveman on me. I’d be pissed but back in his bed by the end of the day and my worries pushed off until tomorrow.
“Yeah. Okay,” he says again before leaning down to kiss me softly.
It’s tender and sweet like a lover’s kiss. Then he’s helping me fix my dress and pulling my panties back into place. They stick to me because of his cum, but I don’t mind it. I like that he’s on me again, as weird as that might sound.
He opens the car door and gets out. He bends down and helps me put on the high heels that are going to be hard to walk in but I’ll figure it out; I always do. He takes my bag and shoves my other clothes inside before dropping it into the car’s back seat and shutting the door.
“I can’t leave that there,” I tell him as I go to open the door, but his hand comes down on it to stop me.
“It’s fine. I’m buying the car.”
I stare at him for a moment. “Wait, what?” I didn’t hear him right. He’s buying this car?
“Your cum is in the back seat. You think I’m letting someone else have a car with your cum in it? The whole thing smells like you now.” He says it like I’m crazy to think he wouldn't buy the car. It’s on the tip of my tongue to fight with him. He’s going to track down the owner of this car and buy it because I came in it? I might have left a small wet spot inside, but he’s okay with me walking into the strip club like this?
“Whatever, I have a job to do.” I turn from him to walk towards the club, but he pulls me back and presses me into the car.
“I’m getting real sick of you running from me.” He kisses me before I can respond and I’ve noticed he does that a lot.
The kiss is over too quickly and he pushes me towards the strip club with a smack on my ass. He stops and lets me walk to the backdoor, shocked and dazed, not knowing if he’s an asshole or a sweetheart. I pull open the door and the sound of music hits me as I walk inside. I lean up against the door after it closes and wonder what I’m doing. I need to focus, but my heart isn't in it.
I have to give myself a pep talk to move down the long hallway and I’m surprised I don’t run into anyone along the way. I thought there would at least be other women here since I’m in the back of the club, but I don’t see a soul. When I get to the end of the hallway the song changes and I pull aside the heavy curtain and look out to see if I can spot the man I’m supposed to lift the key from.
I don’t know why it matters, because I can’t do this. It’s all too wrong. Bradford will have to give me another job or something.
I start to release the curtain when I glance inside again and see the place is completely empty except for one person sitting towards the back all alone. He’s lounging in his chair with his legs outstretched and his suit jacket tossed on a chair next to him.
Bennett looks as cocky as ever as I step into the room.
Chapter 12
BENNETT
She’s sexy as fuck as she walks into the light and the bass of the music thumps. Her body moves slowly and she’s enjoying giving me a show. I’m smug as I lean back in my seat and wait for her to come to me.
“I should have known,” she says as she stops in front of me.
“You came for a job, and I’ve got one for you,” I say as I spread my knees and she moves to stand in between them.
“You want me to try and steal a key from you?” she asks, moving a leg over one of mine and slowly lowering herself onto one of my thighs.
“I want you to do the job you were hired for.” I reach inside my pocket and pull out the small key ring and hold it up for her. “You were meant to get this from me. Let’s see if you can.”
Her hips begin to move to the music whether she means to or not. It’s loud in here, but we’re all alone and I’ve had the cameras turned off. I want to reach for her, but I control myself as she grinds on my thigh. Her dress has moved up around her waist and I see her panty-covered pussy moving back and forth.
“Tits,” I say, and she teases me by pulling down the material so slowly.
I grip the edge of the seat and clench my jaw as she tilts her head back and moans. She just got off before we came in here, but already she needs me again. It’s probably because she didn’t get my dick and already she’s greedy for it. Her horny little pussy can’t go more than a few hours without cum in her and I’m aching to give it to her.
“Why do you keep getting in my way?” she says as she grinds down harder on my thigh.
“Because you want me to,” I say, and her eyes snap to mine. “Don’t pretend you don’t want me to be the one to take control of you. You’ve been adrift your whole life, just waiting for someone to step in. I show up and the first thing you do is take off.”
Her hips stop and I can’
t take it anymore, so I reach out and move them for her.
“Don’t you dare stop now,” I say in a low, threatening voice and I watch her throat move as she swallows. “Last night you opened up about your past and I’m not trying to throw it in your face. I’m here to tell you that you’re desperate for safety and security and I’m waiting to give it to you.”
I rock her back and forth and I hear her breath hitch. She gasps when I reach down and unbutton my pants to pull out my hard cock. It’s already dripping and slick, ready for her to climb on it.
Without my prompting her, she pulls her panties to the side and hops on me before I have the chance to tell her what to do.
“Good girl,” I say when she starts to ride me and I help her move up and down.
“I was friends with Bradford a long time before I ever met you. You didn’t stand a chance working for him,” I say, running my hands up her body. “You were meant to be mine, little jaguar, and no matter what happens next I’m going to be the one you’re showing up to steal from.”
“Why are you doing this?” she moans when I grip her hips and hold her still.