Hidden Identities

Diamond’s POV

“You’re late again,” Mrs. Morgan's voice made me stop in my tracks as she frowned at me. She was the club's manager and responsible for keeping everything intact. “I’m sorry, ma'am. I was busy with some important stuff,” I replied. 

"Well, that’s up to you because your tip would be deducted. Anyway,  you have a VIP customer waiting for you upstairs, so you better go get dressed. Hurry up; time is money,” Mrs. Morgan snapped, her impatience evident in her tone. 

Hearing that, I rushed to the dressing room, grabbing my costume and slipping it on quickly. It was tight and revealing, designed to accentuate my curves and draw attention to my body. I didn't like wearing it, but it was part of the job. 

I started working as a stripper when my father fell ill after he lost his company to scammers. He had signed some documents without reading them. I worked at so many places, but the pay wasn’t enough for his medication, so I saw that the club needed strippers, and the pay was good, so I took it, not minding anything. 

I just didn’t want my dad to die. I’ve been working so hard to get money for his treatment while my stepmother and sister sat at home doing nothing to help. If only they knew how hard I work every single day, maybe they would understand. But I knew they wouldn't. 

I had been upgraded to the VIP level because of my physical appearance and how well I render my services, with so many VIP customers requesting that I attend to them. My face was always covered by a mask, keeping my identity a secret. It was a necessary precaution.

I took a deep breath and headed upstairs to meet my customer. I tried to put on a brave face, but my nerves were getting the best of me. I had kept him waiting and wouldn’t want a situation where he rates me poorly because that would cost me my tip for the night. 

The red light in the room was dim and seductive, setting the mood for what was about to happen. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw the man sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on me as I entered. 

He was tall and imposing, with a stern expression that sent a shiver down my spine.  I could tell that he was used to getting what he wanted, and I knew that this encounter was going to be a bit difficult, but I’ve met more difficult customers. 

Taking a deep breath, I stepped closer to him, trying to keep my composure. “What do you want, sir?” I said in my usually sexy voice as I watched him stand up, moving closer to me. “The normal routine; I heard you’re the best here, so take me to Cloud 9 Damsel,” he held my waist, whispering in my ears. 

My heart pounded in my chest as the man spoke. His voice was deep and commanding, making me melt at his touch. "I'll do my best, sir," I replied, my voice steady despite my trembling hands. "Just relax and let me take care of you." I tried to sound confident, but inside I was a bundle of nerves.  

My services were strictly blowjobs and not sex, which is why I was upgraded to the VIP level. I pushed him softly, making him fall to the bed. I bit my lower lips as I unbuckled his jeans. I could feel his hard bulge straining against his pants, waiting to be devoured. 

He looked so huge and inviting down there, so I lowered myself to my knees beside him, looking at his perfect face, before taking his dick gently in my mouth. His eyes were burning into mine, and I could see the lust. I heard a soft groan as I moved my tongue around the tip of his dick. 

But this time I took all of him in my mouth as the sound of his groans increased. “Urgghh, fuck,” he groaned. The sounds he made were exciting to me, and I knew he was enjoying every bit of it. 

I took his hard steel rod in my hands, caressing it gently and erotically, then I moved it again in my mouth, slowly soaking it up with my sweet saliva. I knew he was losing his senses to me from the moment he grabbed my hair, pushing my head softly. 

I moved my head up and down, sucking on his hard dick slowly, before increasing my pace. I increased my speed drastically, and when I looked up, I noticed his eyes were shut and his jaw was clenched tight. 

He was really enjoying this. “Hmmm... fuck,” he moaned loudly this time, letting his pleasure get into his head. “Just keep going... Don’t stop, please,” he blurted out again. His wish was my command, so I kept going and going until he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Damn girl, I need to fuck you right now,” he said in a commanding tone. And I didn’t know what kind of control he had over me, but I didn’t resist. I didn’t feel like letting go; I was drawn to him in a way that had never happened to me before.

I usually do my job, get my tips, and off I go, but there was something about this man I couldn’t place my hands on. Before I knew what was happening, he took my lips in a captivating kiss. The kiss was more intense than anything I had felt before.

His lips were soft and warm, and the way he kissed me sent jolts of electricity through my entire body. His grip was tight, pulling me closer to him. 

"Hmmm,” a strangled moan vibrated in my throat as he ran his fingers through my hair. Then I felt his hands move to my bum, squeezing it softly, and then I felt his hand on my thighs, this time tracing it up to my pussycat, fueling the fire burning within me, which caused a strange type of pleasure to erupt within me.

He kept on kissing me like he couldn’t get enough of me; he held my waist, lifting me up to the bed as he spread my legs, staring at the delicious meal in front of him. For some weird reason, I didn’t want him to stop whatever he was about to do. 

He gently took my pants off and planted his lips on me, sucking and licking every bit of it, which drove me completely insane. "Hmmm,” I moaned, feeling a strange sensation that made me feel different. It felt so good that I wanted more of him already. 

“Please don’t stop,” I begged. 

He was pleasing me in ways I could never imagine. Then he plunged a finger inside me, causing me to flinch, but I was ready to take it all. As he kept on thrusting with his fingers, I felt a mixture of pleasure and pain. Noticing how I flinched and how tight I was down there, he paused and looked up to me.

“Are you a virgin?” he asked with a curious look on his face. "Ermmmm…yes,” I stammered. Despite being a stripper, I was still a virgin. I had always wanted to do it with someone I loved, but this guy was driving me insane.

"Hmmmm, you’re too naughty and sexy to be a virgin,” he said with a grin playing on his lips. 

“Please don’t stop,” I begged once more. 

“I wasn’t going to,” he said in his usual commanding voice. “It’s going to hurt, though, but what’s pleasure without pain? And I’m glad to be your first,” he said as he slid his fingers back into me, moving them into my core.

"Fuck,” I moaned loudly. My hands were trembling as I held his head, crying in agony. “Don’t you dare stop,” I commanded with a voice filled with pure arousal. 

“Stop what?” He asked, feigning ignorance, as he stared right into my eyes while his fingers worked on me. “Don’t stop touching me!” I yelled. 

“I can’t take it anymore; fuck me already,” I said with a hoarse voice. “Damn, this is what I’ve been waiting to hear, girl,” he said, lifting my legs. 

He penetrated me slowly, making me flinch again. “Fuck, it hurts,” I whispered. 

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked with a soft tone. "No, don’t stop,” I replied. His thrust were slow at first before increasing his pace. 

“Please go slowly,” I begged, trying to adjust to his size. I’ve heard stories about how having sex for the first time didn’t hurt a lot, but I was in lots of pain now. Still, I didn’t want him to stop. 

He continued thrusting until he was completely inside me. “Ah, fuck,” I moaned in pain until it slowly disappeared. He planted a kiss on my lips as he fucked me slowly, like he knew I was hurting badly. 

“Could you go fast, please?” I whispered, biting my lips as I felt the intense pleasure running through my veins. I could tell that this was going to be the best day of my life. 

After some minutes of intense pleasure, I passed out in his arms. I was completely exhausted, and suddenly the sounds of my phone ringing broke the silence. I looked at the screen and saw it was my best friend, Lily.

I picked up, but Lily's voice sounded strange, like she was in danger.  "He…Hello, Diamond," Lily said, her voice shaking. “You need to come home right now. Something bad has happened to your dad." Before I could even reply, the call was cut off.