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His fingers tighten on my hips and the heat inside me grows. When he slows a moment before thrusting slow and deep, it’s too much and I feel my insides begin to quiver and tighten around him.
“Oh god,” he mutters behind me.
Stars explode in front of my own eyes. His movements slow as I squeeze his cock until I’m fucking him. I peer behind me and see his eyes are now closed as he holds on. Grinning wickedly, I push back, gyrating on his length and eliciting glorious noises from him.
I can’t wait to hear him scream, but for now, knowing my body owns him is enough. I can’t tell if I’m about to come again or I haven’t stopped, but I feel another peak and can’t help but cry out. He thrust forward one more time and I can feel his balls tighten against me as I drag us down.
He wastes little time in pulling out and slapping my ass, apparently his new signature move. Warmth drips down my leg and I grimace at the door before turning and schooling my face back to sultry. Or as sultry as one can be while come is dripping down one’s thigh.
“Bad day, huh?” I comment lightly as I reach for my purse to pull out a tissue.
Neil’s blue eyes burn into me, and despite my desire to kick him in the nuts, I put on a meek face like a good little stripper ought to. He ignores me, shouting to the hall. “Dee!”
The woman comes back in a moment later, not even glancing at me as I finish straightening myself. If she’s the kind of person I think she is, I’m sure she’s seen much worse.
“Check the paperwork and get her set up downstairs,” he tells her before turning back to me, “You signed the NDA?”
I nod.
“You understand that shit? You, like, get it?”
I clench my teeth at the condescending question but nod again.
“Good,” he says, moving to sit behind his desk. “Now get the fuck out of here. Listen to Dee, smile, and keep your mouth shut, got it?”
I give him another smile, a bit tighter this time, before following Dee out of the room. I notice she’s quite tall, and though her dress is somewhat shapeless, she looks fit underneath.
“What do you know of this place?” she asks, walking briskly back downstairs.
I’m glad I have long legs because she keeps a fast pace. My eyes wander the club as more props and random things are brought out. I don’t have time to look closely before Dee pulls me toward the back.
“Umm, it’s a club?” I reply, unsure of what else I’m supposed to say. She stops and turns, looking at me levelly.
“Do you understand the type of stuff that goes on here? Oh, nevermind, if you weren’t that type of girl, Master wouldn’t have hired you.”
“Master?”
“Neil,” she clarifies, whisking me past a long row of vanities. There are about half a dozen girls still in street clothes hanging around. They all eye me critically as we pass.
“Lady Dee, who’s the new girl?” a blonde calls out.
“Never you mind,” Dee replies, ushering me into a small side room and closing the door behind her.
“Now,” she says, turning to look at me. “What’s your name?”
“Echo.”
“Take a seat, Echo.” She gestures to a small couch that’s seen better days. I watch her curiously but do as she says.
“I’m Dee, or Lady Dee, as some of the girls call me. I’ve been here for twelve years and take care of you girls. I don’t abide drugs while you’re working, save that shit for your off time. After hours, the Masters don’t care what you do, but not while you’re working. You can have some drinks, but you’ll have to work with the bartenders on that as they’ll give you non-alcoholic unless you specify. You’ll get a small cut on any drinks you sell, so encourage your clients to buy big. Got it?”
I nod, not completely unfamiliar with this speech even though it’s been many years.
“Now, you’ll get one set a night to start. You’re lucky you didn’t get stuck in the day shift, you musta impressed Master. When you aren’t on stage, you hustle. I tell all my girls the same thing: you work it and get a few Daddy’s out there to like you, then your night is gonna be an easy one. There are private rooms, I’ll show you where they all are when we do a tour. You understand what you do in ‘em?”
I nod again. I know what’s spoken and unspoken in a place like this. Prostitution is still illegal, but behind closed doors a ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ mentality runs strong in places like this.
“What’s the cut to the club for private dances?”
