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And that brought me Lorenzo.
I don’t know what I’d do without that man. He’s my everything. I love him with every inch of my body and every ounce of my soul. He freed me from a lifetime of pain and heartache. He told me I was the only woman he’d ever been with, which surprised the hell out of me because he gave me my first of many orgasms. I was so confused by it I made him stop, thinking he’d broken my pussy or something.
Now, I get them daily, and I crave them. I crave him.
It’s three in the morning, last call was over an hour ago. I have two private dances finishing up; then I can close up. While those are still taking place, I help the bartender, Heidi, clean up and do her prep work for tomorrow. When we’re done, she takes off as one of the private dances ends. I close out his tab and call him a taxi because there’s no way in hell I’m letting that man drive away from here.
“Here you go, Amber. He was a big tipper,” I tell her, winking at her.
“He was big all over. I told him not to pay me.”
“Well, he did.”
“His wife is going to freak out over that charge.”
“That sounds like him problem,” I say, laughing.
I slide her tip from the customer over to her. It was a thousand dollars. I’m not an idiot; I know she fucked him in there, but that was her choice. We don’t make the girls fuck the customers, but we don’t stop them either. It’s one hundred percent her body, her choice. Sometimes, they take payment, listed as a tip, and other times if they are really feeling the guy, they do it for free using our plush private room. We also protect them if they say no, and the customer won’t back down. The private rooms don’t have cameras. Neither do the restrooms or the girl's changing area. Everywhere else has a camera facing it at all times. There’s a security team monitoring it from the security room on site, and we also have an off-site team that oversees all the clubs. It’s just an extra layer of protection.
“Unless she makes it a me problem,” she says, grinning.
“We’ve got you, Amber. You go on home. Have Marco drive you home. You missed the last taxi.”
“Thank you. See you tomorrow night.”
“Night.” We are only open from six pm to three am. We do so well; I wouldn’t be surprised if we opened another location soon.
After another fifteen or so minutes, Gloria’s customer strolls out, zipping up his pants. He cashes out, leaving another large cash tip and some on his card. Gloria comes out once he’s gone.
“Hey, boss,” she says. I’ll never get used to that.
“Gloria, here you go. Have a good night. Ezra is ready to drive you home.”
“Thank you. Remember, I’m off tomorrow night. My parents are coming into town and don’t know I do this.”
“Right. See you Friday then.”
She waves, and she’s out the door. I know Clyde, my bodyguard, is outside waiting to drive me home, so I finish up what I’m doing and double-check all the private rooms. In the last room, I find Lorenzo sitting on one of the plush sofas.
“Hello, BB. What the hell are you wearing?” Lorenzo asks, looking pissed off. I’ve only been at the club for a few months. It’s brand new. I look down and remember that I still have my uniform on. I change before I leave for the night. The short shorts and crop top are much more revealing than I’d like, but I don’t feel out of place or like a stuffed sausage, given the club type. The stockings are my favorite part, though.
“You don’t like it?” I pout.
“You know I do, but I don’t want other men to see you like this. This is for me and me alone,” he says as I move to stand in front of him. His hands go to my hips. He places little kisses on my belly.
“Okay. I won’t wear it again.”
“Dance for me, baby. Let me see what’s mine,” he says suddenly, making me smile. Some of the girls have been teaching me, but I haven’t had a chance to show off my new skills. Moving over to the sound system, I putDance for Youby Beyonce on. Standing in front of him again, I begin to move for him. First, my hips, then my hands join in, caressing my body. My hips move faster and faster as I peel my shirt off, then my shorts, leaving me in just heels, stockings, bra, and panties. I move closer to him and roll my torso, my hands skimming every inch of myself that I can reach. I climb onto his lap.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he growls, his hands roaming my body. I continue to roll my hips. I can feel his hard cock straining against his pants and my panties. Reaching between us, I open his belt and pants. I pull his cock out and stroke it. He groans and pushes my panties to the side, and I seat myself on him. My moan is long and loud; his groan is guttural. His hands are on my hips, guiding me as I ride his cock. My hands are on his shoulders, holding on for dear life.
“You feel so good inside of me,” I say before kissing him. His tongue then traces my lips and down my neck. He sucks hard at my pulse point. It’s like he’s trying to give me a hickey.
“Pull your tits out, baby,” he demands, and I pull the cups of my bra down. His mouth immediately latches onto my nipple. He bites and sucks one nipple and then the other.
He bites the top of my boob, leaving teeth marks. It makes me come hard on him, and I feel him do the same. His head is thrown back as he shouts my name. He holds me in place long after I’ve calmed down. His cock is still hard as he pulls me off of him and tosses me down on the couch on my belly.
“Lorenzo?” I question. The look in his eye is feral. I’ve never seen him like this.
