A DANGEROUS DISTRACTION

From my chamber, I could see the server whisper to the stripper, and both looked in my direction.

He looked me directly in the eyes, shook his head slightly, and continued his performance.

Was he trying to tease me?

Seeing the server return without him enraged me even more.

“Get me the manager,” I yelled at the server, not even giving him a chance to explain what had happened.

“I want him,” I said to the manager, pointing at the stripper.

He had been giving me slutty looks during his performance.

“That’s Nox; he’s the most booked male model, sir,” the manager beamed. “He’s greatly priced, and even has a waiting line,” he continued.

“How much to skip the queue?” If it was more money, why didn’t he say so?

“1000…”

“Done,” I cut him off. “Get him now”

He was beaming; business must be good for him.

It didn’t take up to 10 minutes for Nox to meet me in my chamber.

He wore only black fitted pants and was incredibly fit.

His chest was broad and defined, and with every step he took toward me, his muscles moved.

He noticed my reaction and slowed his pace, a slow and wicked smile playing across his full lips.

I needed the distraction, and right now women reminded me of Vivienne.

“You were the highest bidder, sir?” He said, standing with his legs apart, both hands resting on his head.

He thought I was attracted to him and wanted me to take in all of him.

I chuckled at the thought of that.

I was a straight man looking for entertainment, not sex with a man.

Grabbing a handful of cash, I lit my cigarette and tossed the money towards him with a laugh.

“Entertain me,” I said.

He wasn’t stunned, but he certainly didn’t see my response coming.

He quickly put his emotions aside and got to work.

Good boy.

He swayed to the music, maintaining eye contact with me.

With every sway of his body, he took a step closer to me, and he was standing directly in front of me.

If I stretched my hands, I would touch his rock-solid chest.

I was sweating, even though the VIP area was very cold.

Nox seemed to notice my discomfort and kept moving closer till there was no space between us, and his barely covered member was within my eyesight.

“Move backward,” I mumbled.

My eyes traveled from his chest to his narrow waistline, down to his V-line.

His V-line was visible, but it left a lot of room for imagination.

His pants didn’t do anything to hide his bulge, and boy, was he huge.

I lifted my hands and placed them against his rock-hard chest. The moment my hands came in contact with him, something stirred inside of me, making me pull my hand away almost immediately.

He laughed at my reaction, which made me angry.

I was paying a lot for him to entertain me, but instead I was the one doing the entertaining.

“Do you want a drink?” I asked him, a smile playing on my own lips.

The club took away most of their profits, and these people could barely make rent, let alone buy the expensive stuff.

As expected, he nodded wholeheartedly.

I maintained eye contact as I unbuttoned my shirt slowly without taking it off.

He swallowed

I had been told by several women that I could be slutty when I wanted, and watching him squint under my gaze was worth it.

Lifting the glass slowly without breaking eye contact, I took a long sip before pouring the remaining drink on my chest.

His throat moved slightly as he swallowed, making me laugh out loud.

He moved swiftly, licking the drink off my chest.

I didn’t know when a moan left my lips.

He was too engaged sucking on my chest to notice.

What’s happening to me?

The sound of my belt being loosened pulled me out of my thoughts, snapping me back to reality.

What was I doing?

I shoved him back, gathered my belongings, and walked away without looking back.