LorettaI lay on my bed, restless, my body refusing to calm down. My thumb rubbed over my nipple through the thin net nightgown. The fabric was very thin, and that was exactly why I wore it. My teeth dug into my lower lip as I let my mind wander to Mr. Exclusive.The thought of him had my body reacting in a way I couldn’t control. My back arched as I squeezed my breasts, rolling my nipples between my fingers until they hardened even more. I pinched them hard, and the sharp pinch sent me gasping. I was wet, soaking already, and I couldn’t hold back anymore.Sliding my hand down, I dipped into my panties, circling slowly before thrusting a finger inside me. The pressure made me moan into my pillow. I imagined his hand there instead, him fingering me, pushing deep, controlling every sound that came from my mouth. The more I thought about him, the wetter I got, my body moved without hesitation, my fingers pumping faster as my other hand twisted and tugged at my nipple. I imagined him gr
AsherIt had been two weeks since I last stepped into this club. Work had kept me tied down, and I had no time for distractions. Running the company had been draining, and I had stubbornly refused to hire another secretary. I kept telling myself that I didn’t need one, but the truth was, I couldn’t find anyone competent enough to last. Most of the ones I hired this year didn’t even make it past a month. I had gone through close to ten already, and all of them failed in one way or another. They came in with the idea of working for me as though it was some sort of trophy, but they couldn’t handle the reality. They never got to see me often because I made them report directly to Logan, and soon they got bored and careless. Logan had been forced to take on too much of the workload, and I was dumping too much on him. The company was running fine, but I knew I needed to face the fact that I needed a real secretary, someone competent. I sat in my private lounge,waiting. For the past two
Asher Prescott“You have a meeting in the next two hours, sir, and your two o’clock is already here,” Logan said as he walked in and dropped a stack of files on my table.“It should be Richard, send him in.”He nodded and turned to leave but then stopped halfway. He stood there, stiff, staring at me like he wanted to say something but didn’t have the courage.I set my pen down. “What do you want, Logan?”“I just wanted to ask if the company plans to employ a secretary anytime soon.” His voice was calm,like he is scared to start the conversation.“Should I fire you and employ someone else in your position?” I leaned back and watched him.He shifted, clearly scared “No, sir, but I have been taking on the responsibilities of both a secretary and your PA. It hasn’t been easy. It's exhausting.”“If it’s too much for you, resign, there are thousands of people who would line up to take this job.”His jaw tightened, but he didn’t argue.“Tell Richard to come in,” I said, picking up my pen a
Asher Prescott“You have a meeting in the next two hours, sir, and your two o’clock is already here,” Logan said as he walked in and dropped a stack of files on my table.“It should be Richard, send him in.”He nodded and turned to leave but then stopped halfway. He stood there, stiff, staring at me like he wanted to say something but didn’t have the courage.I set my pen down. “What do you want, Logan?”“I just wanted to ask if the company plans to employ a secretary anytime soon.” His voice was calm,like he is scared to start the conversation.“Should I fire you and employ someone else in your position?” I leaned back and watched him.He shifted, clearly scared “No, sir, but I have been taking on the responsibilities of both a secretary and your PA. It hasn’t been easy, it's exhausting.”“If it’s too much for you, resign, there are thousands of people who would line up to take this job.”His jaw tightened, but he didn’t argue.“Tell Richard to come in,” I said, picking up my pen a
LorettaWhen Marcus told me a client wanted a private show, I thought it would be one of the VIPs from last night. I almost told him no, the thought of spending more time with another man after that mess last night made me want to throw in the towel, but I couldn’t. I needed the money, and Marcus had been good to me since I started here. He has trusted me with clients that most of the top girls begged to dance for, and I didn’t want to make him feel like I wasn’t dependable.Still, I had my doubts. The client from last night had been rough, all hands, and no respect. He thought paying for a private session meant he could do whatever he wanted. I nearly kneed him in the balls when he pushed too far. That memory sat heavy on my chest, and I prayed I wouldn’t have to deal with another man like him tonight. But I knew the truth. This job came with its perks, and it's hell. You meet men who think they can buy you, who think your body belongs to them just because you walk onto the stage.
Asher PrescottI sat back and watched the same stripper who always performed here. She knew her moves and carried herself like she was the best in the club, which she probably was. The men around me shouted, cheered, and threw their money at her. She gave them a show worth paying for. I gave her credit for being professional. But she was not the one I came to see tonight.She kept glancing in my direction, trying to catch my eyes. I didn’t return the look. Nothing about her interested me. When I turned away, I saw the slight shift in her face, the kind of disappointment that comes when attention slips away. The song ended. She picked her money and left the stage with that same practised smile.The men who had filled the lounge began leaving. One after the other, they walked out, talking among themselves, satisfied with the night. Soon, I was the only one left. The room grew quieter, only the low background music and the dim lights left hanging in the space. I pulled out my phone and s