Chapter 01: My Sticky Job

~Fiona~

Right now, I was on my knees on the sticky VVIP floor, choking on the thick veiny cock of a masked stranger just to wash the taste of betrayal out of my mouth.

Not like my boyfriend’s cheating would have stopped me from doing my job.

I’m a stripper. This is what I do.

But his accusations hurt like hell.

Even with my job, I never let any of those men really touch me.

No sliding inside, no real intimacy… I saved that part of my body entirely for him.

For Rico Blackwood, the fucking heir to the Alpha’s throne. That’s if his father chooses to die on time.

And yet, he had the guts to throw my reality in my face.

“An almost twenty-one-year-old stripper, a nanny’s daughter who hasn't even shifted yet. How do you expect me to show you to my dad?”

The words still burned.

He didn’t care that I hadn't shifted when he was fucking my ass last night, the night before, and the night before that.

No.

But the second that desperate bitch Natasha showed up, suddenly I’m just the charity case.

The girl whose mother is hanging on for dear life at the hospital, forcing me to take over her nanny duties at the palace. The girl with a drunk for a father.

Maybe my only saving grace was that my sister, Ivy, fell far from the tree.

And I’m glad I can fund her schooling with the money I make throwing my ass on a pole every night… and if I’m lucky, servicing a VVIP customer.

Fuck him.

My eyes watered as I gripped the stranger's muscular thighs, swallowing him all the way to the hilt.

Let Rico cheat.

I’ll ruin myself completely before I spend another second crying over him.

A low, guttural growl escaped from the large man, vibrating straight against my tongue.

I was too lost in my own head to know if the sound was from pain or pleasure.

But then, he fisted both hands into my hair. His rough fingers locked hard against my scalp, taking total control of the pace.

Okay. Maybe he was enjoying it.

"Good girl, fuck…ing take it," he growled.

His hips snapped forward in brutal thrusts, driving his massive cock deep into the back of my throat until I was gagging.

Saliva pooled at the corners of my lips.

The mere size of him stretched me to the breaking point, but the raw friction was a dizzying heat that made my soaked pussy throb beneath my thong.

My thighs clenched together, aching for him to slide that massive dick inside me instead.

Jesus.

What is wrong with you, Fi?

I never got horny for anyone else.

Only Rico.

Although, not anymore.

I stared up at the man, trying to map his face through the dark mask.

He was my savior tonight.

God knows if he hadn't thrown down a massive stack of cash to book me exclusively for the night, I’d be heading home empty-handed.

I wouldn't have been able to keep my promise of putting money in Ivy’s wallet.

High school life was expensive. And I would die before I let life touch her the way it was touching me.

To thank my savior, I decided to use my special trick… the one that always leaves customers completely numb after an unforgettable experience.

I reached down for his balls, using my other hand to push his pants all the way down to his calves.

Then wrapped my mouth around them, tracing my tongue across the sensitive skin, sucking the absolute life out of him.

"Fffuck," he choked out, his grip tightening on my hair.

I knew he’d love it. They always do.

I sucked hard, tracing my tongue back up his shaft to his crown, taking him deeper and deeper, ignoring the ache in my throat until the pain faded into pure heat.

"Ahh. Fucking fuck. That's it... Good girl." He guided my head faster, his breathing completely shattered as I started to taste something more than precum.

Yes. Thank God, he was finally coming.

I flashed him one last wicked smirk against his skin… not even knowing if he could see it, because his mind was clearly blown.

Before I dived back down, I flickered my tongue across his tip, rubbing my lower lip against it to tease him right over the edge.

His body jerked, a violent shudder ripping through his muscular frame.

I tried to relax the tingling sensation in my thighs and took all of him into my mouth again.

This time, he let out loud, animalistic growls. He was right on the edge.

He gripped my jaw, pinning my head completely in place as he thrust himself deep, forcing me to swallow every thick, pulsing inch of him.

I took it all, my mouth completely full, and I swallowed every single drop of his warm come.

I wanted him to stretch my throat until I couldn't even remember Rico's fucking name.

But why? In the rare times I had to service a VVIP client like this, I was a spitter.

Always.

I never swallowed their mess.

So why the hell did I suddenly want to taste him so badly?

I pulled back, gasping for air as I watched his chest heave.

For some reason, his scent was completely intoxicating.

It was a dark, dangerous blend of expensive bergamot, fresh cedar wood, and a heavy, masculine musk.

There was a sudden, desperate urge in my chest to lean closer, just to see if he smelled that good up close.

Once his breathing finally evened out, he forced my face up, making me look directly into the dark, hollow slits of his silver wolf mask.

"Do you know how good... your mouth feels?" he gasped, his voice still rough and breathless.

My brows furrowed.

I should be out of here.

Rule number one of the club: never interact with the VVIP clients after you're done.

"Thank you for the compliment, sir. I'll take my leave." I wiped the last trace of come from the corner of my lips and reached for my tray of whiskey glasses.

But before I could even stand, he reached forward, grabbed my wrist and yanked me flush against his hard chest.

I panicked, scrambling backward immediately to break his grip.

He cleared his throat, looking away for a fraction of a second. "Sorry about that."

Sorry? My eyes narrowed.

This man was weird.

A typical rich client would be calling me a tease or accusing me of playing hard to get right now.

"It's fine... sir," I said, pulling myself completely out of his reach.

There was an awkward tense silence, before I turned for the door.

"Rico," he said suddenly.

"What?" I paused, turning my head back to look at him.

"The tattoo on your left tit." He tilted his head, his dark eyes tracking me through the mask. "Rico."

"Oh." My hand automatically went up, covering the ink. "Just my ex's name. A reckless mistake."

I tried to keep my voice steady, but my heart was racing badly.

God, if I get caught on camera talking to a client like this, I’m dead.

The club rules were strict, and I was pushing my luck.

"What do I need to do for you to get rid of it… and have my name there instead?" he asked simply.

What? I almost choked on air.

I forced myself to maintain composure, flashing him a professional, playful smile. "With the generous amount you paid for my services tonight, sir... I would gladly change his name to yours. If you'd tell me what your name is."

He smirked beneath the silver mask. "That's good to hear. I'll do exactly that when I see you tomorrow."

Tomorrow? My breath caught.

Rich men in VVIP said crazy, possessive shit all the time when they were riding a high, but the gravity in his voice made a cold shiver ran down my spine.

I didn't ask any questions… if he wanted to come back and drop another massive stack of cash, that just meant more money for me and Ivy.

"Now, go on," he murmured, his eyes dropping to my lips one last time. "You don't want to get in trouble."

"Yeah." I nodded quickly, gripping my tray tight. "Thank you, sir."

I turned and hurried out of the VVIP lounge, my heart beating fast.

Very weird man.