FIVE

Bella

Friday nights were a personal favorite of mine, there was a spread of options to pick from. 

I learned from the other girls how to spot a wealthy man. From the fit of his suit to the leather of his shoes and down to his cufflinks. I was surprised by how accurate there were. 

Every man that came to the “Rave” was rich, you need to have a certain income level to even be allowed into the club but amongst the rich, were the wealthy. Those were my target and the older they were, the better.

The music started with a low hum, it’s vibration moving through me. I was certain if Madame C didn’t train me on how to dance, I would’ve picked up dancing somewhere else.

I enjoyed the way the music coaxed movements from my body, the way it commanded the sway of my hips and bend of my knees.

I felt free when I danced. It was the only time I wasn’t so wrapped up in the shit that has become my life. I was one with the music. 

I curled my legs around the pole, letting my upper body fall off, shrugging off my cover in the process. Hanging in the position, I slowly scanned the room for my prey. 

They all looked in awe of how my body moved through the pole. There were more men today, I even caught a glimpse of scar face off the corner of my eyes and I sent him a teasing glance but he wasn’t my pick for the day. 

I slowly lowered myself to the ground, catching a glimpse of the perfect gentleman. He looked like a silver fox with his grey hair and strong features. 

I knew his type, widowed/recently divorced. Kids all grown up and busy with their new families. They liked to talk for a bit before going down. Sometimes, they didn’t even want anything. Just the attention of a beautiful woman. Perfect, he’ll have to do. 

I rotated on the pole so I could face my silver daddy, and that was when I saw HIM. Seated at the corner, almost concealed by the dark was the darkest eyes I’ve ever seen and a jawline so sharp it could slice through paper. 

I couldn’t look away. It did not matter how much I willed myself to look away, I just couldn’t tear my eyes from him. 

Something about the way he looked at me challenged me, like he wanted to see what I could offer, if I was as good as they say I am. So I did what I knew how to do best, I performed.

I let my body fall to every beat of the music, moving my hips like I was making love with the air around me. He never took his eyes off me, he didn’t even blink. 

I could feel his hungry eyes roaming, leaving a trail of fire wherever they looked. He didn’t even touch me yet and I was all hot and bothered for him.

All the men in the room faded into background, I could only see him. The way he looked at me scared and turned me on at the same time. I knew he could break me in half and what was worse was that I would let him. 

When the music finally came to a stop, I found myself covered covered in goosebumps and shaking like I had just been thoroughly ravished. 

And for the first time, I went into my waiting room praying with everything in me that he doesn’t win the bid. 

If you’ve been keeping up with my life, one thing you’d come to realize is how I am not exactly the luckiest person alive. I mean I got kidnapped and trafficked into a sex school and I was currently here playing the role of a sex worker.

So when the door opened and he walked in, somewhere inside I wasn’t so surprised. 

He didn’t say a word, he just walked to the sofa and made himself comfortable, pining me with his gaze like he was asking “what do you have for me?”

My fingers trembled as I went through my routine, fixing him a drink and taking one for myself. I felt completely naked beneath his gaze. 

Not taking his eyes off me, he took the glass and took a gulp. perfect.

“So, I purred, crawling to him. Is there anything you’d like me to do for you?”

Nothing

He remained mute, watching me with same intensity. From a closer stance, I could make out his features. Dark onyx eyes, set deep into a pair of thick lashes, high cheekbones and a strong jaw. I felt my pussy walls clench his jaw ticked, this was a man that liked to be in control.

Time was running and soon, the effects of the drug would kick in. I need to get to work.

“Well,” I continued, making myself comfortable between his thighs. “If you won’t tell me what you want, I’m just going to try everything in the book until we find what works best for you but it’ll be a long, long night.” I teased, undoing his belt and pulling out his cock. 

I gasped. 

I’m certain he heard he heard me, his left brow lifted a fraction. He was dating me, I could almost hear the “too much for you to take?” Simmering behind his eyes.

He had the most beautiful cock I’d ever seen and trust me, I’ve seen a lot of those. It was perfectly thick and veiny with a wide head.

My mouth instantly watered as I stared at the precum leaking from him, I couldn’t wait to taste him. This was a first, I’ve never done this for my pleasure. 

Lowering my head, I took him into my mouth. The salty taste of pre cum exploaded in my tongue, sending sharp jolts of electricity down my pussy. He tasted so good. 

I brought my hand around his base, it didn’t matter how deep my throat was, one thing I was taught at the academy was to do away with my gag reflex but I knew to pick my battles. There was no way he was going to go down completely. 

I bopped my head up and down, leathering him up with my saliva and sucking like my life depends on it. I looked up to find him staring down at me with the same look and something more I couldn’t pin.

This was the first time I was blowing a man and he wasn’t moaning like a bitch. He had an expression that almost equaled boredom on his face and that only caused me to go harder. 

I didn’t know who this man was or why I was riding so hard to get his approval but bad as it may be, I wasn’t loosing sight of my end goal. 

I glanced at the clock next to me, it was time, he should be in the zone now. Even his eyes looked different, they looked glazed. 

Believe me when I say I would really love to continue with this, pay quality attention to his beautiful cock but I had more pressing issues. I’d probably just rub one off in the memory of him before I go to bed but first things first. Phone. 

My arms slowly roamed from his thighs to his waists, making their way to his chest and his breast pocket.

Nothing.

That was strange, he ticked off all the wealthy boxes. From a perfectly tailored suit to a hand crafted shoe and Diamond cufflinks, he even had an aristocratic nose to match. Certainly it was somewhere, I just need to be more thorough, maybe he was the type to use a chip and a burner….

“Looking for something sweetheart?” My hands went still and my blood ran cold. 

That voice. I recognized that voice, the depth, the darkness it carried, everything. I spent a great part of my first week here trying to put a face to it.

It was him.