“You look nervous.” His voice was soft as he whispered into my ear. I opened my eyes and gave him an awkward smile.
“No.” I squeaked out, thanking God that his fingers were no longer on me, though my body wasn’t as happy. My body had quite liked his warm fingers on my skin caressing me.
“How about that dance now?” He sat back in the chair and smiled as the music changed. A loud fast number I didn’t know was playing and I stood up nervously.
“You can do this.” I whispered to myself, though I had no idea what I was supposed to do. Was he expecting me to take my clothes off? Was he expecting me to rub myself all over him? Was he expecting that he’d be able to touch me? I wanted to groan as I started dancing in front of him, my face burning a deep red. He sat there, his eyes watching me like a hawk as I moved back and forth awkwardly.
“Don’t be nervous.” He growled as he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him. I stumbled into his lap and adjusted my position so that I was straddling him. That had been a mistake. I could feel his hardness in-between my legs and I bit down on my lower lip as I felt myself growing wet. This was so embarrassing and I knew he could tell I was turned on because he was grinning as he stared at me. His hands lay on my h*ps gently and he started rocking my body back and forth.
“Just dance on my lap.” He leaned forward and his tongue licked my ear. “That way we’ll both feel good.”
“I don’t know.” I mumbled as I moved around on his lap. I could feel him growing harder beneath me and I was starting to see how easy it was for the lines to become blurred in situations like this. I felt like I was dry humping him. I was starting to feel more turned on than I normally felt before sex with someone I was dating. It made me feel like I was a bit of a slut. Was I basically getting a guy and myself off for money? I groaned as I felt the man moving me back and forth faster, my br**sts were hitting his chest now and I felt him slide down in the seat a bit, so that my br**sts were now slapping his face. I tried to push his hands off of my hips, but he just shook his head.
“No, don’t stop.” He muttered and I licked my lips nervously. I was the one giving him the dance, but he was definitely the one in control of everything that was happening.
“I think I have to stop now.” I whispered hoarsely as I felt his mouth on my nipple and his fingers on my ass as I moved back and forth.
“Not yet.” He groaned and I felt his hand between my legs for a second as he undid his zipper. “Ten more seconds.” He muttered and I realized he had pulled his c**k out of his pants and it was now sitting between my legs as I moved back and forth. I jumped up after two seconds as I felt his hardness right next to my wetness.
“No way, Jose.” I shook my head and looked down at him. “Sorry, I can’t continue with this dance.”
“What if I offered you twenty grand to finish it?” He sat there staring at me with narrowed eyes.
“No, sorry.” I watched as he tucked himself away again.
“What about one-hundred thousand dollars?”
“To finish a dance or to have sex with you?” I mumbled horrified that I was even considering his offer.
“A hundred thousand to finish the dance.” He smiled at me and stared at me expectantly.
“With your, you know what out?”
“Yes, with my c**k out and between your legs. Your panties would be off.” He said shortly. “No penetration though.”
“No,” I said softly. “Sorry, I can’t do that.” I shook my head and sighed. “As much as I’d like to make a hundred grand, I can’t do that.”
“Are you sure?” He asked me softly. “I’d pay you in cash.”
“I’m sure.” I nodded and looked down at the floor. A hundred grand would go a long way.
“Good.” He jumped up and took my hand. “Come with me.”
“Huh?” I looked up at him in confusion.
“You passed my test.”
“I’ll explain more later. Let’s go and get your stuff.”
“What?” I frowned, feeling confused. “What are you talking about?”
“I can’t leave. I haven’t gotten paid as yet.”
“I’ll give you the five grand for tonight. Go and grab your stuff, put your clothes on and meet me outside in ten minutes.”
“Uhm, I’m confused.”
“I’ll explain more later.” He squeezed my hand. “Now do as you’re told and go and get your stuff.”
“Okay.” I nodded and sighed. “I guess I can–”
“Peaches.” He placed a finger to my lip. “Be quiet. Go and get your stuff and meet me outside. You now have seven minutes.”
“Okay, by the way, what’s your name?” I changed the subject to hide my irritation.
“I’ll tell you when I meet you outside.” He grinned and I felt his fingers on my stomach tracing a trail around my bellybutton. “I’ll tell you everything when we meet again. Don’t be late. You won’t like it if you’re late.”
I hurried away from him, not sure how I was feeling. I was attracted to him. I was excited by him, but his attitude also annoyed me. I had seven minutes? Really? Says who? He wasn’t my boss. I didn’t even know him. A part of me wanted to just tell him thanks, but no thanks, but I didn’t know what I was saying ‘no thanks’ to. I knew that I was about to make the second stupidest mistake of the day. The first had been agreeing to come here to work for Hailey. The second would be going outside to meet the handsome stranger. I felt like I was in a movie as I pulled on my clothes. I wasn’t really sure I was making the right decision, but I couldn’t stop myself from doing it. I grabbed my bag, put on my glasses and hurried outside.
“You’re late.” He pursed his lips as he stared at me.
“Late for what?” I rolled my eyes, feeling much more comfortable with my clothes on.
“I told you that you had seven minutes.” His eyes never left mine and I started to feel like a naughty school kid.
“So? It’s not like—” I started, but the look he gave me made me pause. “What’s the big deal? I’m here now.”
“Two minutes late.”
“Really dude? You’re going to complain about two minutes?”
“Two minutes is—” He started.
“Get over it.” I interrupted him this time and I could see the surprise in his eyes. “What’s your offer and where’s the money?”
“The five grand?” I said, feeling very much like a gold-digger. It almost made me laugh. I wasn’t sure where the bravado had come from.
“The five grand?” He cocked his head to the side. “You seem to be into the money more than me.”
“More than you?” I laughed out loud. “What are you talking about?”
“Peaches, why did you come outside?” He flicked his fingers in the air and I watched as a limo pulled up to the curb.
“I don’t really know.” I mumbled as I watched a tall muscular man step out from the drivers seat and open the door to the back.