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  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.

  CHAPTER TWO

  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.

  After cleaning up, I head to the radio station not needing to work at the club anymore tonight. It’s actually quite a relief, all the many faces and bodies of customers who come and go become tiring at times. Most of the time I don’t mind it, I’m numb, body and soul, but after tonight, something stirred in me. I felt sensations throughout my body when he touched me that I’ve never felt before. Shaking my head, I continue walking down the street, the feeling of someone watching me giving me chills. My head turns looking at the different people that are still out at one in the morning. No one is paying attention to me, so I shrug off the feeling and watch the light change to green, crossing the street in a little faster pace. In the safety of the station’s building, I walk out of the elevator, wave at Jimmy, who gives me a wink and walk into the booth. After a tedious night of calls, the same things over and over, I look up at the clock and see I only have five minutes left, thank God.

  “Well, it’s almost the witching hour so I only have time for one more call. Thank you, as always, for joining me tonight and sharing your fantasies.” All the buttons on the call board are lit up, so I select the last one and take a deep breath. “Sexy Lady here and what’s your pleasure?” Silence, then breathing. “Look buddy. I’ve had a long night. If it’s…”

  “I want you.”

  My body stiffens as my heart skips a beat. That voice.

  “I want you now.”

  I’ve heard that voice. Wait! It’s him. It’s the guy from tonight at the club, the one that caused the goose bumps all over my body as he came against me. He has to be following me since he called last night too, and then just suddenly appeared at the club tonight. He didn’t seem like a creeper though when we were together. My eyes blink rapidly as I try to get my shit together. “Well, Mr… Sorry, I didn’t get your name, sexy voice.”

  “Mr. Black,” his voice states and the call ends.

  Well, he’s a man of few words, that’s for sure. I end the night, gather my things and head home. Too tired to stop and get my much needed coffee supplies and yogurt, I decide just to go home for a shower and bed. I think I’ll need extra time at the gym today to work off my frustrations. Climbing the stairs grates on my last nerve as tired as my body is, and as I reach the top step, I stop, looking down at the floor in front of my door. A huge bouquet of red roses lying next to a ten pound bag of my favorite coffee and a small box full of the brand of yogurt I buy. Creeper? Yeah, he might be getting that way. My head snaps around, and I look down the stairs. Wait! How’d he get in the locked front door to get these up here and better yet, how’d he know where I live and which apartment? Ok, definitely a creeper. Sigh! That’s too bad as I had feelings I’ve never had before with him. Glad I didn’t let my guard down and give in to his demands. Thousand dollars or not.

  I struggle with all the locks with my arms full of my new things, but finally manage to get in, kick the door with my foot to shut it and start walking towards the kitchen. Unloading everything onto the breakfast bar my eyes quickly dart to the door when I don’t remember hearing it shut to find Amber leaning against it, her arms crossed and her foot tapping the floor quietly. “He’s fine. Damn, he’s more than fine. Sexy as hell,” she states as she walks towards me. My eyes roll as I carry the box of yogurt and start unpacking it all into the fridge, leaving two out for us. I then head to my coffee pot, putting everything needed into it and then push start. I gather two cups from the cabinet, placing them on the counter, turn around, and I lean against the counter. By that time, she’d walked into the kitchen and made herself at home on a stool at the breakfast bar. This is so familiar, almost a daily routine for us. But this time I’m pretty annoyed.

  “Did Ricky let him in the building? Did you?” She shrugs as she looks down, playing with her fingernails, her eyes looking back up at me. “What in the hell were you thinking? He could be a stalker, a creepy deranged, sadistic killer, Amber. What happened to looking out for each other?” I walk over with her yogurt and slam it down on the counter next to her hands. She huffs, picks it up, digs the spoon in it and shoves a big glob in her mouth, swallowing hard.

  “He’s nice, polite and hot as fuck, not a stalker, creeper type and besides, he gave me a hundred bucks to let him in so he can… And I quote… ‘Swoon you’. His words.” She scoops up another bite and smiles as she plunges the spoon into her mouth. I’m left with my mouth agape, my mind fighting everything I know about surviving and wanting to give into this man. There’s something about him, something I can’t place, but I know my heart has never skipped a beat just looking at a man, hearing his voice and never has my body anticipated eagerly a man’s touch, never have I had any thoughts of giving in to having sex before. Just who is he?

  Shaking the thoughts away, I pour us some coffee, taking the cups over to the breakfast bar, sit down next to her and open my yogurt. “Doesn’t matter. Nothing’s gonna happen. You know me.” My eyes close as I taste the goodness.

  “Yeah, well you’re busted because he left a note for you too.” She reaches into her pocket, bringing out a folded piece of paper and slides it to me across the counter.

  “What the fuck? You read my personal note?” Again with the shrugs and she dives back into her yogurt. Chicken shit. I slowly unfold the note, my heart racing as I begin to read.

  Angel, the name fits you well, but my body thinks of you as the devil. I mean that in the best possible way. I must see you again, taste you and have your body against mine. Until we meet again, please enjoy some of your favorites.

  Mr. Black

  The yogurt is lodged in the base of my throat, and I can’t seem to swallow it fully as I feel the wetness in my pussy, my legs crossing quickly and the feeling of sweat on my forehead. Damn, he can do that with just a note? The need for a shower overwhelms me as I look at Amber, whose face is as red as mine feels. She hops off the stool, throws away her trash and heads to the front door. “You’re one lucky bitch, sexy lady. I’ll see ya later. Maybe.” The door closes behind her. I walk to the door, clicking all the locks tight and return to the stool to finish my coffee. Yes, a cold shower and a very long time at the gym today is a must.

  § § § §

  The cold shower I took did nothing for me after dropping off the treats for Angel. She must be doing very well financially by the looks of the building she lives in. Another thing making me want her even more. She has a good head on her shoulders. I carry my bag into the gym locker room and after changing into my shirt with the sleeves cut out and my shorts, I place my wallet and keys inside and secure the lock on the handle of the locker. I decided to come early and get some exercise in before she arrives. After spending a half an hour on weights, toning up my muscles, I wipe off the sweat from my forehead, throw the small towel over my shoulder and lift my water bottle to my mouth.

  As I swallow the much needed liquid, my eyes catch Angel walking in, step up onto a treadmill and turn it on. I almost choke as I see what she’s wearing. Her light pink tank top that ends right underneath her breasts, and the skimpy matching shorts leave nothing to the imagination. Her long blonde hair is in a high ponytail, and I’m hypnotized by her swaying bottom as she begins to walk in time with the machine. I recap my bottled water as I start to walk towards the machine next to hers and step up onto the platform. I place my towel over the front bar, my water in the holder and turn it on. As I begin to walk in time my eyes shift over to her and notice she’s oblivious to me with her iPod ear buds in place. She leans in pressing another button and her machine becomes faster, and she starts to jog. I follow suit and quickly we are running in time with each other.

  We’d been running for about twenty minut
es when out of the corner of my eye, I see her head turn my way. My head turns to her. I wink and smile, causing her to stumble. Quickly, I jump from my machine and barely catch her before she hits the floor. Both of us are breathing heavy, sweat pouring from our bodies as we sit on the floor with my arms around her. She’s looking up at me with a glint in her eyes and her lips open slightly. Fuck! I want to kiss her so badly right now.

  “Oh! Oh, sorry. I, um… I’m not sure what happened,” she stutters as she tries to get up from my lap, but I’m liking her just where she is so my arms tighten around her. She presses against my arm and my chest as the look on her face moves from surprised to stubborn. “I’m fine now. You can let me up,” she says through gritted teeth. Defeated, her body stops struggling. She crosses her arms, lifting her breasts up a notch and gives me the most divine smirk. “Look, I don’t know what game you’re playing but I’m not interested. I have too much going on in my life to play games and buddy, I’ll win. You can count on that.” I clamp my mouth shut, trying not to smile. She’s so damn cute. All she’s doing is making me want her more, but she’s oblivious. I like that.

  My cock is not helping me by twitching at her words, and I’m sure it will be an embarrassing display when I stand. “This is no game, Angel. I believe I’ve made it quite clear that I want you. So stop struggling and just give in to me.” My eyes widen as my brow raise. I can see she deflates and is possibly giving up. “Go out to dinner with me tonight.”

  “Why? Why am I so important?” Her eyes look up and down the parts of my body she can see from my lap until her eyes reach mine again. “You look like you could have anyone you want. Why me? What’s in it for you, well, except the obvious?” That fucking smirk of hers is going to get her tossed the other way over my lap and her cute little bottom spanked.