Authors: Vicki Green
“Look. I don’t need that in my life. It’ll only turn out bad. That’s my life, it always does and there’s no stopping it. I won’t give my heart away for heartache. Not this girl. Now go. I need a bath in the worst way and my few hours of sleep so I can hit the gym before I have to work.” My hands start shooing her as she leaves her seat and heads for the door.
“You’ll disappear as much as you don’t eat and work out not to mention all the hours you work with hardly any sleep. You’re gonna collapse. You mark my words,” she grumbles as she exits the door. I laugh as I close it, click all the locks and head to the bathroom. What a day! As I lay in the tub full of lilac salts, my heart feels heavy and my mind full of things I can’t have. Sometimes what your body desires, your heart can’t have. That’s been my motto for longer than I can remember. I sigh and lean back, my head against the top of the tub and close my eyes.
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I’ve lived alone all my life, and that’s the way I like it. My busy work life dictates that I have very little time for anything else, but I do allow the occasional sexual interaction. I am a man after all. A man with needs. But I never get attached, never let any woman spend the night, and I never, ever, hold them in my arms afterwards. Never. Why? Could it be because I’ve never found the right one? No, not really. Women throw themselves at me on a daily basis, but not just for my body, more for my millions. I trust no one. Ok, I did love a girl once, a little girl, a long time ago, but she disappeared one day and I’ve never seen her again. I took that as I sign that I would never have her, and my heart broke. I won’t let that happen again.
I own the most successful graphic design company in the United States. I started from the bottom up at the age of eighteen and after ten years and a lot of hard work, I bought it and made it what it is today. Not only am I the best at graphic design, but I have a savvy head for business. I work mainly from my penthouse apartment, but I do go into the office for board meetings and such, but they bore me to death.
Three weeks ago, I was tired of being in my apartment and took a walk, something I don’t do very often as my overall caretaker, Ralph, hates it when I leave on my own but the walls were shutting in on me. He takes care of my house, drives me everywhere and worries about me, all the time. Then there’s Emerson, who is actually my bodyguard. He doesn’t like it when I go out alone either.
I ended up a block over from my apartment building, and as I passed the neighborhood gym, my feet jolted to a stop when my eyes landed on the most perfect woman in the world through the front glass window. Her lips full, with her long, blonde hair and her bright blue eyes. Perfection and her body? My mind could immediately imagine her perfect body underneath mine, my hands full as they squeeze her more than adequate sized breasts and my rock hard cock moving in and out of her wet pussy so eager to come inside of her. I shake those ludicrous thoughts from my head when I watch her jump off a treadmill, dab her brow with a small towel and walk away. Turning towards the door, I walked in, headed straight for the front desk and paid for the elite membership. Ok, so I have my own private gym in my penthouse and at the age of twenty eight, I’m in tiptop shape. Women are always telling me how I could be a model, with my looks and great build, but getting out every now and then is a good thing. And I may have tipped the attendant something a little extra to find out when she works out, however, they said they couldn’t provide me with her name, but I have no doubt that I’ll find out.
Since then, I must say I’ve become a little obsessed with her. If at any time I don’t know where she is I send Ralph. I’ve learned she works at the radio station on 18th Street as a disc jockey from two thirty in the morning until seven. She doesn’t sleep more than three or four hours during the day. She likes coffee and yogurt, and works out daily from two in the afternoon until three or three thirty. She never leaves her apartment unless it’s to work, to grocery shop or to workout, and she works at a strip club on 21st Street, but I haven’t figured out what she does there yet. Yet. Ok, I’m more than obsessed. But this is the first time my heart has ever skipped a beat being near someone. The first time my arms have ever wanted to hold someone, truly to want someone to fill my loneliness and the first time I’ve ever cared enough to want to be a one woman man. I want it all. I want her. Tonight I believe I need to pay a visit to the club.
I arrive there around eleven o’clock and step inside to find the place is packed. I’ve known about this place for several years, but since I could have pretty much any woman any time I needed, I never thought to visit. After paying the cover charge, I walk to the bar and order a tall glass of iced water in which the bartender gives me a perplexed look to which I give one back telling him I won’t explain my reasons. Scanning the room my eyes land on two half naked women dancing on a small stage. The floor lights up with various colors as one of them writhers her body up and down a pole, the other woman touching her suggestively. The men and even a few women sitting at tables around the platform are all staring. One woman is licking her lips and a man is obviously adjusting himself.
I notice someone moving on the far left of the room. My eyes shift immediately and see her. My heart begins to race, the warmth enveloping my body and my cock twitches. Her beauty is mesmerizing, but I must stay alert, controlled. Her walk is graceful, sexy as she moves down the small aisle by the wall. My blood begins to boil when she stops in front of a man who’s leaning against the wall. A long red fingernail pushes against his shirt, sliding down his chest and the look of lust burning, glaring in his eyes. Grabbing my water from the bar I walk quickly across the room, down the aisle until I’m right beside them. Without a second thought, my hand grabs her upper arm. Her head snaps to me, her eyes wide, but then slowly changes into a glare. She looks back at the other man, shrugs her shoulders, then looks back at me. Her luscious, full lips turn into a crooked smile as she cocks her head towards the door at the end of the aisle, and I allow her to guide me there, her arm still in my hand.
It’s fairly dark in the small hallway that she leads me down, with dim lights affixed to the walls on either side. I notice an emergency exit at the end, and the bright red sign above it, when she stops at the last door on the right. My eyes following her small hand as it delves between her ample breasts, retrieving a small key, and she proceeds to place it into the lock, opening it for us to enter. This time she takes my hand, causing little tingling sensations to move into my hand and up my arm. I can tell she felt it too by the shiver her body makes and the sparkles that fill her eyes. She leads me into the small room, moderately decorated from what I can tell in the dimness. There is a small platform off to the side with a small dancing pole, a small bed on the other and a leather chair situated in front of them both. Interesting, my mind is intrigued.
Her eyes look up through her long lashes, then she brings me to the chair, the sensations as she places her hands on my chest to indicate I should sit begin to overwhelm me. She takes a couple of steps back moving her out of the shadows, and I can now get a full view of her. She’s wearing all white, a wide choker around her long and slender neck. Her mid shirt is cut extremely low showing the abundance of the top of her silky skinned breasts, with lace feathering from the straps of her shoulders down and out from the bodice making a V line down her flat stomach and ending at the top of her lacy white and very small panties. My eyes keep moving down her long slender but firm legs until I reach the black strapped stiletto shoes with very high silver heels. I scan all the way back up her unblemished body, noticing her nipples are peaked and taut, until my eyes land on her full, mildly pink lips, then up to her gorgeous blue eyes that are staring at me and evidently have been watching my every move. Good.
“Well, sexy man. My rules are simple. No sex, only touching is allowed. No violence, no abusive language or behavior and I can stop it whenever I want. There are several bouncers that can and will come in here in a speed of light if any of these rules are broken. Still want to play?” Her voice is deep and raspy making my cock ache and press against my jeans. I only nod at her, and she gives me a sexy wink back. “Good.” Her hips sway as she takes the two steps to me. She places her hands on the arms of the chair on either side of the chair and leans down, her face only a breath away from mine. “What’s your pleasure?”
Damn, I could have come right then.
“Touch yourself.” Her luscious lips turn up into a smile as she straightens and steps back again, and my cock pushes harder against my pants as I watch her index finger press against her collarbone slowly moving down her chest and over the top of her spilling breasts. “Remove it.” My eyes are glued to her hand as I watch her chest heaving with her labored breathing. Her fingers gracefully pushing the first strap of her top over her sexy shoulder, and then moving across her chest to the other and following suit. I almost jump out of the chair when she lets her top fall off her body, hanging from the waist down, and I get my first look at her beautifully round large breasts, the pink areola of her nipples that are begging to be sucked. Her index fingers circle slowly around her peaked nipples. My eyes only moving once to glance at her face as her tongue licks her bottom lip, and her eyes are hooded, gleaming with lust. But they’re quickly averted when she moans, her back arching as one hand glides down her ribs, over her flat stomach and then underneath her small white panties.
“Remove them,” my voice whispers quietly, quivering with desire. She quickly obliges me, her hand leaving her breasts to help the other in pushing down her noticeably wet panties. I watch as she bends over, sliding them down to her ankles, then kicking them off with her heeled feet. When she stands my heart races rapidly, and my eyes gaze upon her bare pussy. She turns and walks over to the pole, the view of her perfectly shaped and round bottom as it sways with her movements. Exquisite. Her body turns at the pole, her back pressing against it. She arches her body again as she begins tweaking her nipple with one hand, the other rubbing back and forth over her pussy.
Without recollection, my hands unbuckle my belt, slide down the zipper of my jeans and push my pants along with my boxers down to my knees, freeing my aching and engorged cock quickly. Grasping it in my hand, stroking it and squeezing it, but never taking my eyes off of her as I continue to watch her pleasure herself.
Damn, that’s fucking hot!
When her finger slips inside, moving in and out, a moan escapes deep from within me as my cock begins thrusting in my hand. My hips buck as I watch her start to come undone. Quickly, I kick my jeans and boxers off my legs and bolt out of the chair. My lips are on hers faster than I can think, our tongues wrapping around each other’s as I lift her up and my cock starts moving back and forth across her dripping wet pussy.
Her lips leave mine, and her small hands push against my chest as her glazed eyes search mine. “No sex,” her voice cracks with her desire. Nodding my head my lips press against hers, and the sexiest moan is muffled by my mouth as my cock resumes sliding against her. My hand leaves her waist and barely fitting around her large breast. It doesn’t take long for my mouth to leave hers, kissing its way down her jaw, her neck until it opens over a taut nipple and sucks hard. “Ungh,” she moans as I nip and suck her moist nipple, my mouth feasting on it then the other. My cock begins to move faster as my climax is evident and I can tell as her muscles begin to tighten that hers is reaching its peak as well. My face buries into her cleavage as I moan with my release, my sperm ejecting over her sopping pussy. She yells out, her body begins to quiver as her orgasm hits her hard.
“Fuck!” I breathe into her chest. After a few minutes to collect ourselves, I look into her half-mast eyes, the beautiful blues staring at me and a sweet smile on her lips. Setting her down I remove myself from being pressed up against her, turn and walk over to the chair, retrieving my pants and boxers, and slipping them on. By the time I turn to her, she had slipped on a white silky robe and was watching me. Turning my head to the door, I notice a sign with the figures of what her costs are depending on what aspires in here and move my head back to her. She walks passed me to the door, turns the knob and opens it slightly, her face flush and her hair messy as if we’d made love all night. Retrieving my wallet, I take out some cash as I walk to her, placing it in her hand, my other hand closing hers around it, holding it there. “What’s your name?” My voice still husky from my climax.
She removes her hand from mine and tucks the money into her cleavage. “Angel.” Her breathing is still labored from her release, her chest lightly heaving, but she straightens her back and a familiar look of pride sweeps across her features.
I walk through the doorway, but abruptly turn towards her before she can shut the door. “You’re mine now, Angel. No one else touches you. No one. Make sure you don’t defy me, I’ll know.” With that, I turn and head down the dim hallway and out into the club making my way to the front exit dreading for the first time in my life of returning to my lonely apartment, my body actually longing to hold her into the night. My life has completely turned upside down.
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I feel like my heart could choke me as it lumps in my throat. What in the hell was that? Is he serious? I’ve been beaten, burned with a cigarette, smacked so hard I couldn’t see clearly for an hour, but I don’t take demands, not from anyone. I don’t care who he is. But God, the liquid from my swollen and sore pussy seeped down my thigh when he said it. So fucking hot! I can’t just give up all my customers for one man. Can I? After shutting and locking the door, I walk into the small bathroom attached to my room, flip on the light and look down at my hand as it opens revealing a wad of bills. I gasp when I begin counting. For what we just did, which isn’t exactly part of my rules, the charge for an hour is four hundred dollars, but as I finish counting I look up in the mirror, the surprise on my face not shocking. Ten crisp one hundred dollar bills. Well, if he continues to pay like this, and frequently, I wouldn’t need other customers, but then I’d just be a kept woman and that I can’t do. I won’t. And fuck he is sexier than shit. Muscular and toned body, his light blue eyes that melted me when he looked into mine, his short dark hair, but long enough I could twist my fingers into it to pull his head back as I come and that chiseled jaw that I wanted to lick. When his cock sprung free from its clothed prison, I almost came right then. Damn, the man has the biggest, thickest, longest and most beautiful cock I’ve laid eyes on, and I’ve seen more than my fair share.