THREE

Bella.

I ended the dance with my signature split, hands running from my boobs to my pussy as I maintained eye contact with my chosen prey. 

It was a method Madame C taught me herself. She always said to pick a face in the crowd, preferably a the most intimidating face you can find and perform for them. You can send teasing glances to the other men in the room but make sure you don’t break the spell with your client of choice. 

She said men had fragile egos and this would send the others I didn’t pick into some sort of frenzy, trying to draw my attention while my client of choice would get an ego boost like there was something about him that made him better than the other men. 

It didn’t make sense to me at first but in two months, I’d realized she was absolutely right. She was in fact right about a lot of things. 

I picked myself off the stage in the most sensual manner known to man and stalked off without a goodbye bow or a glance in their direction. 

I liked to dismiss the night like it never happened, I figured these men found it even more appealing when they were treated a certain way. 

The soft glow of the waiting room welcomed me as I slumped into my favorite sofa, waiting for my prey for the night. 

It usually takes about 10 minutes for the bidding to be done and the client with the highest bid gets to spend two hours with me.

I must say whoever ran this place was the ultimate genius. First you milk so much money from the patrons with a strip dance and finally empty their pockets with a promise of a night of unparalleled pleasure and the fulfillment of all their desires. 

I made my way to my vanity, fixing my make up and preparing a drink for my client, it was time. 

“Come in.” I purred, lounging lazily on my sofa. True to my guess, in comes the man with the scar. 

He was seated at a dark corner and wasn’t exactly easy to spot when I came on to the stage but once I set my eyes on him, I knew he was perfect.

He had a scar running from his forehead to his right cheekbone, dark brooding eyes and a nose that looked broken.

He looked dangerous, but I could see through his facade. First he was hiding at the a dark corner, almost like he didn’t want to be seen. It was one of two things; he preferred to watch or he knew he was hideous and women tend to run from him. 

“ You know I was praying you’d win the bidding game, I was waiting for you.” I purred as he stepped into the room.

He was much bigger than he looked from the stage and his stance was quite awkward. Ah, a first timer, just perfect. 

I rose from my chair, letting my robe fall off as  stalked towards him. 

I’ve come across different men in my short period of time here; domineering, submissive, dirt bag, downright disgusting, sleaze bags and whatnot but there was one thing they all had in common, a need to prove themselves. 

You see, while most people liked to think sex was about pleasure, I would tell you for free that sex was about power. 

Some of these men came because they need someone they can completely overpower and let out their animalistic instincts without consequences.

Others wanted to be overpowered, to be reduced from their high horse and humiliated. Some wanted to be praised, some want to humiliate you.

Regardless of what the kink was, it was about a power dynamic. Sometimes I was in charge, other times there were, either ways, power belonged to someone.

So when I saw my big scarred bear standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, I knew the type I was dealing with.

I took his hand and led him to sofa, pushing him into it as I hurriedly got on top and straddled him. “Let’s have a drink to calm you down sweetie.” 

I watched him drown the drink as I stroked his head in approval. Perfect, just perfect.

It usually takes about five minutes for the drugs to kick in and I liked to use the  minutes to ease them into the process, starting strong with a little dance and a blow job till everything blends into a mix of fantasy and reality then I take out their wallet and wire a certain amount to my crypto wallet.

It was an Idea I got from Philip, one of the boys at Madame C’s academy. He had offered to teach me a way to get money for myself in exchange for a blowjob and I took the offer.

He created a crypto account for me and taught me how to use it. He said it was untraceable and he gave me a powdered substance. He said to lace a pinch of it on the drink of my clients and start making out with them and it would create a hallucination of us going all the way.

He called it a hallucinogen and said the drug would make you feel and see yourself like having the best experience of whatever was being done to you even if you didn’t experience it yourself. It was a substance Madame C used.

It worked like magic. You lace it on their drink and start making out with them then you go further to mimic sex positions with them and they’re huffing and panting like they were actually fucking you, not knowing they’ve been thrusting in-between your thighs. And  question you asked in that moment would be answered.

I was careful to not wire a noticeable amount of money and since they just spent the night bidding, they had no accurate memory of how much they had spent and that worked to my advantage. 

The effect of the drug wore off in about an hour and they see themselves naked and tangled up with me, used condom all over the place and they have no doubt they’ve have just had the night of their life. I refuse to be anyones cum bag. 

So when I lowered myself to my knees and wrapped my lips around scar faces cock, feeling his hips buck and his arms grip the sofa, I started to count down till it was time.