A Dark Proposal

Maya’s pov~

Kurt’s threat sounded very real, and I, for one, can't afford to lose this contract.

I had to be on my A-game, do my job, and leave, before I went to see the client, I took one last look at myself in the mirror.

I took a long, deep breath; before every performance, I did a ritual where I conjured up my alter ego, the part of me that would do whatever it takes to get it done.

I call her the bad Maya.

I felt her creep into me slowly as I walked towards the VVIP lounge, I pulled back the curtains dangling in the darkness where the mystery client sat waiting for me.

“You asked for me?” I said softly before walking in.

He pointed to the pole and motioned for me to go there.

His was studying every inch of my body as I moved.

Made me uncomfortable as I swirled around the pole in front of him.

Why did he want me specifically? Who is this masked stranger?

I grabbed the pole and turned, my body gyrating to the slow, sensual music of the night.

His eyes feasted upon my body as I inched closer and closer to him.

He tapped his legs once, urging me to come forward.

But as I leaned closer, I noticed something.

His eyes…. The way they narrowed when the red light hit it reminded me of someone.

Someone I thought…

No, I helped put him in prison many years ago.. It can't be him.

But wait, who is this?

I leaned into him, my nipples brushing against his thighs as I moved up to meet his gaze.

His lips parted to receive my waiting nipples.

I tried to touch his mask, but he gently pushed my hand away. He held both my arms behind me in subtle surrender.

He pulled me into him, holding me tight; the feeling of his hands like electricity gliding down my back startled me.

It stirred every nerve in my body in a way no one ever has.

I soon felt them around my bare ass cheeks; he smacked them and pushed my pelvis further to sit on his hardened cock.

“I want you…” He said clearly, he pulled my hair softly behind me and kissed my nape.

What the hell am I doing? Why am I letting this masked stranger touch me?

“I have a boyfriend. " I managed a soft moan, but he didn't care; he reached for his pocket and took out what looked like an envelope.

It was thick; my eyes widened with shock.

This money could change my life, but that would mean…

“I don't care about him,” he scoffed. “He doesn't exist to me."

He pulled my face gently to meet those familiar eyes once again.

He slowly reached for my lower lip.

I watched him slide the mask up to his nose, revealing perfectly plucked lips.

Almost as if I were in a trance, I was pulled to them; his lips touched mine, and he devoured them like a hungry lion.

I felt his fingers slowly reach for my thighs; I wanted him to stop, but this masked man intrigued me.

It was far too dark to see who it was underneath the mask, but his lips and those eyes haunted me.

I broke away from his kiss…

“This is yours, and there's more where that came from…..

only if you let me spread you on my bed tonight and fuck you the way I want, how I want, and when I want you." His voice was thick, and it sounded like sweet poison in my ears.

When his tongue reached for my ears again, I sprang up, startling us both.

"I'm sorry, I can't do this; I don't want your money," I retorted, stepping further away.

He reached for my waist but I pulled, the angrier he got.

He got up, picked up the envelope, and put it back in his pocket.

He glared at me just before he reached for the door.

“I'll make sure you regret this!” he fumed.

He threw the curtains out of his way before dashing out in annoyance.

Tension engulfed the room, my mind in a million places, wondering if I'd just crossed the devil.

If I had, I wondered what punishment awaited me.

Still, I couldn't stop thinking about his scent, a raw, earthly scent.

Who is this masked stranger?

Kurt stood at the entrance, his arms folded; he glared at me.

“You just pissed off a high paying client, Maya. If you want your contract back, you are going to do whatever that man wants from you; if not, don't show your face here again!”

The rain started, and that was when the call came through.

I looked at it; no caller ID.

I gave a quick reply, shivering in the rain.

“Am I speaking to Maya Collins?” I heard a woman’s calm voice

"Yes," I replied in a shaky voice.

“I'm Anya from Mayfield Hospital here in Tallinn. Are you alone?” The lady’s voice on the other end asked.

“Yes? Can I know what this is about?” I sniffled, picking up my stuff from the roadside.

A small pause before she continued.

“Your friend Kate Harlow was just involved in a very bad accident; right now, she's in the hospital fighting for her life."

The words struck me like thunder, life suddenly leaving my body.

“What!” I felt my heart beat out of focus.

“She listed you as her emergency contact. I'm sorry, Miss, but if you don't come up with 100 thousand dollars for a heart transplant, I'm afraid your friend Kate will be dead before the week runs out.”

That envelope… could have saved Kate….

I fell to the floor, tears flowing from my eyes; I wish I had accepted to sleep with the strange masked man.