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His nickname was The Cleaver. The name alone didn’t really inspire warm and fuzzy feelings. He was like a statue, well over six feet tall. Solid muscle.

And he never smiled.

I went back to the bar to fill another order. I couldn’t believe people paid these prices for watered down drinks but they did. It was almost laughable. Men. So obsessed with their wieners. And boobs. Mostly it was the boobs.

The manager waved me over.

“What’s up?”

“You’re doing great doll. We even got a request for you in the champagne room.”

“What, they need drinks?”

“No sweetheart, the guy wants you.”

I narrowed my eyes. What the fuck was this? Was he trying to get over on me?

“I don’t do lap dances.”

“Yeah, well. You just got promoted.”

“I said-“

The manager held out a wad of bills. Hundreds. More than a few.

“The guy paid five hundred bucks. It’s twenty minutes of your life, hon.”

I stared at the money. It would go a long way towards finding a new place and the vet bill. A long, long way.

I cursed. Then I reached for it, a sick feeling in my stomach. I didn’t want to do this. I had to.

“Uh uh uh. House takes a hundy.”

He peeled off one of the hundreds and handed me the rest. Then he handed me a champagne bucket and two glasses.

“Should I change?”

“No time. He was very insistent.”

I shrugged and tottered off towards the champagne room. I figured this was like a giant band-aid. I better just rip it off and get it over with.

No one had to know.

It was just this one time…

Of course, I really had very little clue about what I was going to do once I got in there.

I walked into the champagne room and froze.

James was sitting on the couch, staring at me. He did not look happy.

No, not happy at all.

He looked mad. And hungry. His eyes raked over my body. Down to my feet and back up again.

I shivered, suddenly feeling the blast of the air conditioner.

That’s all it was. The AC. Right?

“What are you doing here?”

“Getting a lap dance.”

I felt lightheaded suddenly. And furious. He was making fun of me! Throwing his money around and making me feel small!

“This isn’t funny James.”

He leaned back, stretching his arms over the back of the couch. His thick thighs spread. The invitation was clear.

“I’m not joking.”

I walked towards him, fury radiating through my body. He was mocking me. Humiliating me. He thought he was going to get what he was after.

Fuck that.

I slammed the champagne bucket down and tossed his money in his face.
 

“Go to hell James.”

I turned to leave but he was faster. I felt his hands on me, spinning me to face him. His face was hard as he pulled me back to the couch and onto his lap.

I squirmed, trying to get away but he just laughed.

Finally I stopped, realizing how much he was enjoying this.

His cock was hard, burning a hole into me through our clothes. I tried to catch my breath but he didn’t let me. He slid my thighs open and arranged me on his lap. Then he started to grind into me to the beat of the music.

“You’re not supposed to touch me!”

He smiled. It was not a friendly smile.

“Those rules do not apply to me.”

“Oh, so I guess you’ve been back here before.”

He shook his head slowly.

“Not since I met you.”

“You met me when you were five years old!”

He grinned then, and I could see the old James for a split second. The not-so-angry-at-me-he-was-about-to-humilate-me James.

And then it was gone.

“Good point. Let’s get on with it.”

He held my hips, working me on his lap. It felt obscene. Wrong. And so good it made me feel all warm and fuzzy around the edges. With each thrust he was applying pressure to the perfect spot between my legs. Heat was beginning to pool in my stomach. And lower.

Like I needed reminding of how good he was at sex. He was a pro. How could I forget?

Damn it!

“I can’t. This whole thing was a mistake.”

“Fuck yeah, it was a mistake. But I don’t care.”

He yanked me against him so my tits mashed into his chest.

“This is what you were going to do with a stranger, Nadine?”

“You are going to get me fired!”

He stared at me, his eyes cold as ice.

“Good. You’re too good for this place.”

“Let me go!”

“I can’t.”

He stopped gripping me as his hands found my face. His lips crashed down on mine and I gasped at the sensation. Everything he was doing to me, every circle of his hips… it was turning me on despite myself.

I hated him for it.
 

I hated me too.

But I kissed him back anyway.

He tasted like whiskey. I realized he was drunk. I tore my lips away and looked at him, really looked at him.

He was out of breath, staring at me with a raw need that took my breath away.

He wasn’t trying to hurt me.
 

He couldn’t help himself.

“James…”

He groaned, his hands desperately trying to push my uniform away so he could get to my body. To me. Pleasure spiked through me as he gave up, fondling me through the thin fabric that covered my bra.

His hands were hoisting my skirt, settling me onto his cock. He’d undone his pants and his dick was out. Now there was only the thin fabric of my panties between me and his enormous cock. His hands gripped me, pumping his hips into me.

I let my head fall back, mindlessly circling my hips into him.

“Hey, new girl. You’re time is up.”

I glanced over my shoulder at the bouncer. I realized we’d been on the brink of fucking. In public. Hot shame sliced through me.

I was no better than a prostitute.

I leapt up, smoothing my skirt down and turning away. But James was faster.
 

“I need to get back to work.”

“Oh, no you don’t!”

I felt myself being lifted like a sack of potatoes and tossed over his shoulder. He used one arm to hold me in place and smacked my ass with the other hand. I slapped his back and told him to put me down but he just laughed.

“I’ll put you down soon enough.”

He carried me outside to the street. People were staring at us. My ass was in the air, barely covered by my uniform. But there was nothing I could do about it at the moment. With one hand he pulled open the door to a cab, finally lowering me to my feet.

“Get in.”

I stared at him, knowing I would regret this.

But I didn’t really have a choice. I couldn’t say no to him. My body wasn’t letting me.

I got into the cab. He climbed in after me. He leaned across me. I closed my eyes, thinking he was going to kiss me.

Instead, he put my seatbelt on.

He was grinning at me, knowing what I’d been thinking. My cheeks grew red hot as he whispered in my ear.

“Safety first.”

Chapter Twelve

James

The cab dropped us off at my place and I gripped her arm, pulling her to the front door. I didn’t let her go until we were inside with the door locked behind us. I wasn’t going to give her a chance to get away this time.

Not until I had some answers.

And satisfaction.

Whichever came first.

I stared at Nadine as she stood by the sofa, looking like she wanted to hide. I didn’t blame her. I strode forward, pulling her into my arms.

I kissed her hard. Taking what I wanted. Not giving.

Not now.

I’d already tried the nice approach. I was too angry with her to be sweet. And I wanted her too bad.

My hands roamed over her body freely, grabbing her hips and ass, squeezing her breasts. She’d put herself up for sale. That one thought kept running through my head.

Well, if she was for sale, I was buying.

“I want you.”

She stared at me, her big eyes blinking. It wasn’t a question. It wasn’t a request.

It was a fucking demand.

“Now.”

I bent down to lift her into my arms. She stepped back, shaking her head.

“Wait-“

I stared at her, my breathing labored.

“What the fuck is it now, Nadine?”

She swallowed, her delicate throat working. I wanted to kiss it.

Fuck that.

I wanted to
bite
it.

“I think once we start this it’s going to be hard to stop.”

I stepped closer.

“Damn fucking right.”

“I just-“

“Stop playing with me.”

“I’m not!”

I growled at her and lifted her over my shoulders, taking the stairs two at a time.

Enough was enough.

I tossed her on the bed, smirking at the surprised look on her face as she bounced from the impact. I pulled my shirt over my head and kicked my shoes off.

“Take your clothes off.”

“Fitz-“

“I swear to you Nadine, you do not want to make me angry.”

Her face paled and I cursed. I pulled her into my arms, my hand smoothing over her back.

“I’m not going to hurt you Nadine. Jesus!”

“I know. It’s just…”

I leaned back, looking down at her beautiful face. She wouldn’t meet my eyes.
 

“What is it?”

“I’m a virgin.”

My hand stilled. My mind went blank. I held my breath

Fuck, it felt like time fucking stopped.

“Are you serious?”

She nodded, burying her face in my chest. I grinned. I felt like I’d just won the lottery.

“Okay. So we can go slow.”

She peeked up at me, her gorgeous eyes glistening. She looked relieved. Like I’d been about to pounce on her and devour her. Actually, that sounded about right.

“Just not that slow.”

Her mouth opened in surprise. She almost laughed. Good. That was good.

“Lay back.”

She blushed then and did as I asked. I lay beside her and pulled her against me. Slowly, I arranged our bodies so we were as close as possible. I lifted her leg and draped it over my hip. Unf. Fuck, if my dick didn’t leap for joy in my pants.

And yeah, we were still both dressed. Mostly, anyway.

I moaned. This was going to be hell. But I knew that the reward was going to be worth it.

It was going to be heaven.

And I was going to be the first.

I started kissing her, trying to go slowly. My hands were gentle as they explored her body. But in minutes things were picking up speed.
 

Rapidly coming to a boil.

Our tongues tangled frantically as I rolled her to her back. Now I was wedged between her thighs. Right where I wanted to be. I started laying the groundwork for getting her clothes off of her.

A button here, a zipper there, moving gently so not to startle her.

My girl was wound up as tightly as a spring.

My girl.

Fuck, if I didn’t like the sound of that.

After about twenty minutes I had her uniform open at the top, and the micro mini-skirt was practically up to her waist. I traced the edge of her panties with my fingertips, staring down at her. Her eyes were glazed over with lust.

Fucking A.

I pulled her uniform over her shoulders, then tugged it down over her feet. I casually unbuttoned my jeans as I worked my way up her body, kissing her softly.

I avoided her panties completely.

I wanted her begging for it by the time I got to that.

I was finally getting what I wanted. I could see her, touch her, taste her at will. She was so beautifully put together that it was doing crazy things to my head. She was a miracle.

A fucking masterpiece.

Nadine whimpered softly as I tugged her bra down, my lips on her ear. Her gorgeous round breasts spilled out of her bra and I groaned, my hands reaching for them instinctively. In seconds I was kissing them, my tongue whisking against her nipples until they stood up firmly in my mouth.

“Hmmm… so sweet…”

I lifted my head, realizing that she was squirming beneath me. My hands found her panties, toying with her softly through the thin fabric. She gasped and wiggled even more. I watched her, loving the look of desire on her face.

“James…”

I grinned, licking my lips. Then I slid my fingers under the edge of her panties to the soft, slippery folds below. I toyed with her, teasingly brushing her clit and then returning to the edge of her pussy lips.

We were both panting for breath. I realized I had to taste her. Now.

Fuck this.

I was done going slow.
 

I sat up and pulled her panties down. Nadine gasped as I pulled her thighs apart and slid my shoulders under them. Then I went to town.

Her beautiful little pussy was soft and puffy looking. So pink… I let my tongue trace the exterior again and again. Then I dove forward, plunging my tongue into her tight little box.

“Hmmmffff…”

Her hands were in my hair as I used my tongue to ease open her pussy. I knew it was going to hurt when I took her. I was well above average, even for a guy my size. And she was so tiny… so sweet… so perfect…

So fucking tight.

I had to make her cum first.

Maybe twice.

I shifted up, my tongue finding her clit and flicking against it rapidly. I used my fingers to penetrate her, starting with one and then adding another.

Jesus! Even that was a tight fit!

I felt her sugar walls start to undulate on my fingers and picked up the pace. In seconds, she was thrashing on the bed, her fingers tugging my hair. I grinned and kept going, making sure she came as hard as possible.

I wanted to milk this for all it was worth.

She was still shivering when I lifted my head. I kissed her inner thigh and her body jerked. I knew the time was right. She was so sensitive that when I leaned up and kissed her nipple, she almost flew off the bed.

I rolled to the bedside table, kicking off my jeans and reaching for a condom. I was wrapped and ready and back across the bed before she could start shivering. Or having second thoughts.