Chapter 12

Kai’s POV

I return home but can’t sleep, my heart thump as if my chest is going to burst open. I walk to my refrigerator, pouring out my favorite alcoholic wine, Chardonnay into a glass. 

From here to whiskey, I take shots after shots, hoping to slip off the frustration cruising my heart. Still doesn’t change. I think of Cerise, I place a call, thinking probably because I’m drunk, I’d enjoy my time with her. 

She arrives, I’m seated on the couch, upon having a sweet, scented bath, she strides towards me sexily. Biting her lower lips, curling her tongue over and giving me that sexy, mischievous wink. 

I look away, shaking my head. 

So sexy, so seductive. I press in my breath. She climbs on top of my laps, swaying and dancing with her ass bumping against me. Her hands cradle over my neck, her lips come closer. I shut my eyes slightly, pushing my wolf up, trying to force my desires. 

Still nothing. 

I grab her waist, beating her ass against me, sitting straight, looking up straight at her. Her mini-v-curl neckline gown sways over her shoulders exposing the upper parts of her boobs. Peering in, I get the entire sight of it. 

“Why isn’t it standing?” I rise up, still holding her. She trails her hand down to me, grabbing my cock. Still as it was. 

A look of frustration cascades over her. I drop my head low in embarrassment, pushing her aside, I storm off. Straight to the garage. Entering my white Ferrari, I reverse and zoom off. 

It’s already getting late. I check the time and it’s 7:49 PM. I roam around the city, guessing of the popular elite city club to go to. Gay to be precise. Liam had worked for me, seems a guy would too. Some others. 

I finally settled with Madina. The popular sexy club formed and patronized by only the top elites. Before entering, identity must be shown. Too critical, high ranking status are exempted but at a price of eight thousand dollars for entrance. Not wanting anyone to know me, I opt in for the f*e. All patrons and strippers put on masks covering their faces, exposing only the eyes. I pick up a blue mask for a staggering price of a thousand dollars.

Here, discrimination isn't clear off in the public, but the prices of things chase people off. 

I step in, fascinated by the regal neon light scenario. It looks unique and royal, unlike other VIP clubs. I see people and their postures, act and even the drink clearly tells who they are. 

Being a new member, I’m honored to sit in one of the front seats. Everyone waits for the strip dancers to emerge. I look around only to furrow my eyes in shock. It seems everyone is paired. 

“How come?” I utter with deep shock, then I wave to the bartender and he walks up to me with a tray of drinks. Taking the drink of choice, by guess, I ask him. “Why are most clients paired?”

He smiles. “Their partners are our dancers. We’ve got thirty. After each dance, the bidders call for the one they like, then the dancer follows the highest bidder.” 

“Wooh.” Quite awed to hear this. I know of clients calling for one-night stands, but didn’t know they have such an advanced call-up style here. 

“So all are taken?” I raise my eyes, curious and worried. If they are all taken, I’m fucked up. 

“But when did the party begin to bid out such a great number?” I ask. Looking around, there are up to fifty persons and about twenty-something couples. 

“We run a twenty-four hour service.” 

My eyes flare up again. “Amazing.” I chuckle. “Sorry, I’m new here, that's why I’ve got a lot of questions.” 

The bartender grins and nods in approval, he’s about to go when I pop up my last question. “Wait please, is there any dancer left…..from…..the…..shift?” I stammer, feeling a bit nervous about what I’m set to do. 

He nods his head with a knowing smile, “don’t worry we don’t judge here, we exist for that.” The smile says. 

“It’s even the turn of our newest and latest stripper, a surprise for you all.” Saying that he smiles and walks away to attend to another call. 

No one tells me but I presume that the new stripper, a fresh blood, will be the hottest and costliest to bid. I sit up, arranging myself, waiting for him. 

The MC’s voice comes up amidst the music. “Welcome on stage, Lili……our latest stripper, fresh, hot, juicy.” He adds a little bit of sarcasm. “So sorry for those of you who had already chosen your partners….” 

I consider myself lucky, I’d just come at the right time. 

The hype increases and the blue neon light flashes, then the yellow looking golden, welcoming him. 

A gasp flies off at the sight before me. “Urgh?”

I jump up in reflex, rubbing my eyes. “What am I seeing?” 

A young, muscular, enchanting man, stark naked, skin tanned, looking shiny from whatever oil he might have been rubbed with but not all these, rather his huge, monstrous cock dangling between his legs. Nothing to hide it. 

I look around, hoping to see someone to ask. “Is this how you guys operate here?” I find no one. All eyes are busy on the latest stripper. I drop the glass of drink on the little table before me, gawking on the stage, at him. 

He strides sexily and with maturity. Those two traits seem to stand differently with him. 

My breath increases, my chest begins to heave heavily, I wasn’t expecting something like this at all. 

My wolf bounces with a wave of excitement, pleasure begins to climb up, then I notice blood beginning to gather down there. In just a flash, I’m no longer thinking of Liam or that rejection of his. 

I’ve found my new Liam. 

I watch as he grabs hold of the circular ring suspended in the air at the midst. The light flashes to a silvery white with a touch of purple. Deep, sweet wild roses scent, alluring as it’s always been, is poured into the air. I don’t know how. I believe the club here knows how to do their things. 

I notice something else, I can’t smell several scents even with people here. Scents suppressants flash across the walls as I briefly turn to look. Even myself, I can’t feel my scent. 

A security measure to mask scents. Love this! 

Once again, my eyes return to the stripper, Lili, who’s already lifting his left up, curling over the ring, exposing his cock very clearly to the view of everyone. 

“What the fuck!” I cover my eyes, blushing a big red. 

“Goddess!” I mutter next, leading to a silent prayer. “Please, don’t let someone richer than me take this guy.” 

Merely looking at him, there’s something similar about him to Liam. I believe if I have him, then I’ll definitely forget about Liam, not the entire treatment though but it’s a good starting point. I assure myself, determined to give out whatever it takes to make sure I get under his pants. 

“Wait……” I halt, thinking deep suddenly. I want a Top, I want to be bottomed. As a stripper, what if he’s a bottom? 

My excitement drops a bit low, thinking of how to penetrate a man with my sick cock. My heart drops and despair sails in. 

“How can you conclude when you don’t even know?” My wolf scolds. I swallow a lump, staring deep into his soul, in expectation. 

Every second of his curl and twist, my eyes resting on his cock pushes that deep, fiery desire to get him above me on the bed. 

I bit my lips, rolling eyes over me with such a steady look, slow breath and he was dancing, head flapping back. The ring slowly takes up and my jaw drops in frightful delight, fearing for him, as a newbie. 

Someone elbows me, the guy beside me with his partner already. 

“You like him?” He smiles. “Don’t be scared….” He barely says when one of the staff slides a large mattress under him, only then does my heart pressure drop, not excluding the main tension. 

“If you want him, just get ready. He’s gonna cost you a fortune.” 

Hmm. 

I really wonder how much. But I can’t see this charming man here go to another man. 

It will haunt me through the night and even beyond.