All Chapters of Deep Trouble With You: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Talking to Nazar was surprisingly easy and pleasant. He has a subtle sense of humor with a touch of sarcasm, he’s intelligent, tactful, smart, and insanely charismatic. I like listening to him, like the atmosphere that forms when he’s around. Like we’ve known each other forever, and I feel… safe with him.Nazar told me he owns a motorcycle showroom and several repair services. That explains his style, that reckless brutal biker vibe, the classic bad boy look. Occupational hazard, I guess.I have to admit… I really liked him. Not just his looks. There’s this incredible positive energy coming off him… and sexual energy too.He kept looking at me in a way that sent goosebumps down my skin. Like with that piercing gaze, he could touch me, stroke me without even laying a hand on me. He behaved properly, almost too properly… but those green eyes betrayed a whole volcano of lust and unspoken promises. And that heat rose straight to my cheeks… and not only there.During our walk, Nazar was ve

The music ends, and I return to the real world under loud applause and whistles. With a confident, lazy stride, I leave the stage. My next set is in about forty minutes, so I’ve got time for a couple of private dances… if I like the client.I head to the dressing room, change outfits, and go straight to the VIP room where a client is already waiting. The room is fairly spacious, with a stage and pole, and a separate entrance for the dancers. In front of the stage is a soft leather couch and a table for the client… or clients. If needed, that couch sees a lot of “interesting” things.The light is focused on me, so I can’t see the man at first. The routine is set up so that part of the dance happens on stage, then I come down and dance near the client… and on him.After finishing the stage part, I come down. On the couch sits… some skinny nerd.Well, definitely not my type.I smoothly climb onto him. The guy watches me with huge nervous eyes, barely breathing. It’s kind of funny, but la

Fueled by ridiculous motivation and enthusiasm, I barely slept half the night, digging through the endless depths of the internet, trying to find as much information as possible about Nazar’s problem. I can’t even explain why exactly, but I wanted to be useful to him, wanted to ease the man’s inner struggles as a father. I saw how much this topic bothered and unsettled him, and I genuinely felt sorry for him, just on a human level.After digging around, I actually found a few pretty interesting and clearly written materials. I downloaded them and even went as far as printing them out.We had a date planned for today, and so I wouldn’t have to drag this whole damn stack around in the evening, I decided to stop by Nazar’s workplace, his shop, and give him the materials in advance. He mentioned yesterday that he had a busy workday today, so I figured I’d just drop in for a minute.Though, if I’m being honest, I just wanted to see him again. Yesterday’s kiss and the desire it sparked kee

After changing into another stage outfit, I head toward the required room, but for some reason I freeze at the entrance, unable to make myself open the door leading to the mini stage with the pole. Some strange worrying crashes over me, goosebumps racing across my skin. Maybe it’s just post-adrenaline jitters?Taking a deep breath, I force myself past the nerves and step inside. Near the door, behind a small curtain, there’s a laptop, and I turn on the music I need.Ksyusha painted such a vivid picture of the man waiting for me that I decided to perform one of my more difficult, but very effective dances. For some reason, I wanted to impress this spoiled god of depravity. So, dressed in an outfit with an oriental vibe, I turn on Amanati – Moh.The first chords hit, and I slowly step out to the pole. Outwardly, nothing shows, but inside me there’s a full-blown storm of sensations. A strange fear mixed with anticipation. Like I’m not dancing for a man, but in the same cage with a hungry

Nazar Yartsev:The moment my runaway slipped off the stage after finishing her number, I snapped like a dog off the leash. The blonde whore who had been dragging me somewhere to fuck by the hand got instantly dumped from my attention, zero interest left.“So, you liked the beauty?” Alex asked smugly and sarcastically, grinning like an idiot and staring at where my Ann had disappeared. “Fucking amazing little thing! I fucked her!”My instincts kicked in instantly and I lost it. I came back to reality only when some guys pulled me off that unconscious dumbfuck lying on the floor. Around his smashed face, a few snow-white but now bloody teeth were scattered. That bastard won’t be smiling pretty anytime soon.I see security rush in right away, two massive bouncers. They were about to come at me with some cocky complaint, but then they recognized me and immediately backed off, toning it down.“Mr. Yartsev, why like that?” Valera said with a hint of reproach, looking at me respectfully. Val