Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
The regular club lights return and I look at my screen. That tip was for one thousand dollars. Seriously? What the fuck. My jaw drops, and I look at the balcony, at Julian—because it had to be him—but he’s gone. I look over at Cosette, to smile at her, and to share in the awesomeness. But she’s stock still in her cage, staring at me with what can only be horror. I thought she’d be happy for me, but she doesn’t look it. I notice I’ve stopped dancing and start to move again, only to hear a little ping coming from my screen.
Come to my office on your break. —J
Almost like he planned it, my cage starts to lower. People cheer as I come out of it, and my replacement climbs into the cage, lifted back into the air. I turn to the waitress who made the switch and ask her where Julian’s office is, and she gives me directions. His office is on the third floor of the building. Just like last night, the hallways I walk through to get to Julian’s office are quiet. I can hear the club music faintly pulsing through the walls, but it’s an afterthought. This behind-the-scenes area seems a lot nicer than the others I’ve seen. Almost plush. And when I find Julian’s office, it’s the same.
Clean white walls and a thick, soft, white carpet give the space a bright feeling even though it’s the middle of the night. There’s a big window with a nice view of Phoenix, and the night is one of those perfect Southwestern nights. All the stars are clear on the deep blue sky. Julian stands looking out the window, his back to me. I’m still a little out of breath from all my dancing, and I’m suddenly self-conscious about how I look, sweaty from dancing, dress practically falling off.
“Hi,” I say. Julian turns to me, that same feral hunger on his face. “Thank you for that tip. That was amazing, even though you didn’t have to do that.”
He steps towards me, coming around the desk, still not saying anything.
“I’m really happy I took the job,” I say, trying to fill the silence. “I’m having a good time.”
Julian loosens the tie that he’s wearing and tosses it to the floor, then he rolls his sleeves up on at a time. Anxious anticipation flutters in my stomach as I watch him. He never takes his eyes off me, and when he’s finished with his sleeves, he starts to undo his belt. He nods towards the desk. “Bend over it.”
Nothing but command is in his voice, and just like that, I’m wet. Standing there in a button down and slacks, staring at me with that power. I know that I can walk away, but I don’t want to. Because this is so damn hot, and Julian is so damn hot that I want it all. I want to bend over that desk and let him fuck me as hard as he wants. I keep my eyes on him as I walk to the desk, and lean over it. I don’t have to wait for him to tell me to pull my dress up over my ass.
His hands are on me then, stroking down my back to my ass, pulling my panties down. He leans over me, pressing his body to mine, and I can feel his cock pressed against my ass. He kisses my neck, and I feel his tongue as he licks me, tasting the salt on my skin. “Did you think about this while you were dancing?” he asks, hands still roaming my body, teasing my breasts and teasing around but never touching my clit. “Did you imagine that I was touching you while you were touching yourself in front of everyone?”
“Yes.” My voice doesn’t shake. I’ve never been so sure of anything.
Julian chuckles in my ear. “I think you might be an exhibitionist. I saw the way you liked being watched, how you kept getting more turned on.”
Everything in my body tightens at his words. It’s not true, it can’t be true. “No,” I say. “It was you. I was dancing for you. Thinking about you. Wanting you to see me.”
His hands still on my body, and I think that I’ve said something wrong. But Julian groans, his voice suddenly hot at my ear. “Do you have any idea how fucking hot that is?” He pulls back and I hear the tearing of a condom wrapper right before I feel his cock at my entrance. He doesn’t wait, pushing into me, and I moan. It’s only been a day and I’ve already forgotten how big he is. Just pushing in, he touches every part of me and it feels to fucking good. It feels like an eternity of him sliding into me, until I feel him against my ass, resting all the way inside me.