LOGINHe smiles darkly, and I know exactly how he’s going to take care of me. We’ve fallen into this rhythm after almost every one of my shows. I perform for the crowd, then it’s his turn to claim me, to wring me out until there’s nothing left but a wrecked, blissed-out mess in his arms. Just seeing that look on his face makes my stomach flip with anticipation.He unzips, cock thick and heavy in his hand, and bends to line up with my mouth. The bench is low; the angle’s filthy as hell, forcing me to tilt my head up just to take him. I open wide, gagging on the first thrust as he drives deep. Drool spills instantly, my throat tight, my wrists straining against the straps that won’t give.“Take it deeper,” he growls, voice breaking. “Hold it. That’s it, good girl.”My eyes water, spit stringing my lips as he drags in and out—deep, then deeper—keeping a steady push while the remote clicks. The first time the wand surges to life beneath me, it hits like a live wire. I jolt around his cock with
We pull up to a late-night taqueria. The place smells like grilled meat and lime, and my stomach growls loud enough for him to grin. He tries to pay, and I almost stop him out of habit, then I let it go. Different ledger. Off the clock.We sit in a squeaky vinyl booth. He unwraps his tacos carefully, then says, “You really look different like this.”“Like what?” I ask around a sip of horchata.“Comfortable.”The word slides over me like a hand. I grin and bite into my taco, salsa dripping down my wrist. He wipes it away with a napkin, gentle, like it matters. Most men in my line want to worship or own me. Xavier just doesn’t want me to stain my shirt. The contrast hits dizzy and sweet.“You surprised me,” I tell him. “I thought you’d go quiet after. Instead you asked me to eat.”“I figured if I didn’t ask right away, I might not ask at all,” he admits. “And I was hungry.”I laugh. Honest. I like it.We eat. We flirt. He confesses he almost bailed twice on his way to the club. I confe
“Tell me it’s me,” he groaned, pumping harder. “Tell me who you’re clenching for.My forehead hit the wall, heat flooding every inch of me. “You. Fuck—it’s you.”My climax snapped through me, ragged and raw, his name ripped from my throat as I came hard around his fingers. “Xavier—”He pulled back, and I looked back just in time to see him yank his shirt over his head. Muscles cut and flexing across his chest, stomach tight, that dark trail drawing my eyes straight down to his cock. I’d seen his body before on screen, but this angle, so close to me with skin flushed and sweat catching the light, was so much better.He pulled a condom from his pocket, rolling it down slow over his length, like he was waiting for me to stop him. To say no. But fuck no, I wasn’t turning back. This was exactly what I’d been craving.“Turn around. Hold on.” His voice had teeth.I spun, wrapping around his neck. He hooked one of my legs up, lined his cock up with my cunt, and pushed in slow. The stretch was
I dragged him back to my room, the heavy door clicking shut behind us. Cutting through the lounge, I felt eyes trailing me, whispers curling in my wake. One guy muttered something about “lucky bastard” just loud enough for me to catch. Xavier’s face burned the whole way, stiff shoulders and tight jaw like he was ready to bolt. Good thing I had his wrist locked in my grip. If he thought I’d let him run, he was wrong.Inside, the room was quiet, low lights spilling over the bed and mirror. I sat down on the bench against the wall, letting him stand there awkwardly in front of me. Button-up shirt, stiff slacks—none of it suited him. He looked like a guy stuck at the wrong party, not the one who had just bought my scream with five grand. My lips twitched. I wanted him stripped of all of it.He cleared his throat, eyes flicking from the bed back to me. “Are you going to walk me through it?”I laughed, sharp enough to cut the tension. “Yeah. Start with the bed. Have a seat.” I pointed, and
The words cut through everything, straight to my skin. My pulse spikes, glass frozen halfway up. My throat goes dry, nerves buzzing, because that’s the same voice I came to over the phone.The words are still hanging in the air when I finally let myself look. He’s taller than I expected, broad in the shoulders, the kind of man who looks like he should be in ripped jeans and a T-shirt, not the business casual he’s dressed in. The clothes don’t sit right on him, too stiff, too polished for the loose curl of his hair or the shadow of stubble across his jaw. My eyes drag up slowly, taking in every inch until they land on his face.Good-looking. Rugged, almost careless with it. I let my gaze linger on his mouth, then lift to meet his eyes. He blushes—just enough to betray him. The heat in my stomach twists tighter. The air between us thickens with something hotter than small talk.“Good view?” he asks, voice low, amused.My pulse skips. I’ve only seen Xavier’s cock, never his face. Could
“There’s no way your partner didn’t hear that,” I murmur, smiling wicked. “You should probably hang up… or make them listen.”Then, with one last glance at my reflection, I tug the curtain shut and head back to the stream.“Next time,” I promise, voice rough, “we’ll be sneakier. Or we won’t.”I blow a kiss, then cut the feed. The little light goes dark. My hand trembles as I grab my phone, desperate to see if he’d been watching.Nothing. No message. No donation from SpectatorX. My stomach drops. I screamed his name like a slut on camera and he didn’t even bother to show up. He paid, sure, but that almost makes it worse. Like I’m some whore he can buy and walk away from. For a second I want to send his money back, block his ass, wipe him off my screen completely. But that would still mean wasting energy on him. Fuck that.I throw my phone onto the bed hard enough to make it bounce and pace the room, body still buzzing from the orgasms, chest tight with rage. My head won’t stop replay
AmySilence. Neither of them moves. Neither of them looks away.I lean back onto the bed, letting my legs dangle over the edge, my fingers splayed against the soft sheets as I recline just enough for them to get a good look. My dress rides up a little, my body on display in a way that challenges th
AmyTall and broad-shouldered, he looks effortlessly put together even in a place like this. The black button-down he’s wearing stretches across his chest, the sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal his strong, defined forearms.Dark slacks fit snugly against his hips, and his sharp jawline is dus
AmyI glance toward Blair, searching for her in the crowd. I spot her easily—lost in the embrace of both a man and a woman, their bodies swaying together in a slow, teasing rhythm. She laughs, tilting her head back, but even as she does, her sharp gaze darts to me.The moment our eyes lock, she tak
AmyThe Uber door slams shut behind me, and the warm, sticky night air wraps around me, thick with the sounds of the city. Neon lights flash overhead, casting a rhythmic dance of red and blue across the sidewalk. The line outside Fantasies winds down the block, buzzing with the anxious energy of th







