Camille's POV
"Jessica! Jessica!” The crowd of masked men chanted as I danced and stripped on stage. Loud music filled the entire club, and I grinned, trying not to get lost in the song.
It looked like today's payment would be worthwhile. We had a large crowd, after all. Adjusting my mask to keep it from slipping, I swayed my hips towards the pole on stage, dressed in black lace g-string and bra, and began grinding against it.
“Show us those titties!”
“Take it off!”
The men yelled, and I tossed them a grin. Just when I reached for the strap that held my bra up, my eyes connected with a pair of eyes.
He sat away from the men surrounding my stage. He had a black mask on and a white shirt that bunched against his muscles tautly.
I could see every outline of those forearms as he raised a glass of whiskey towards his lips and my breathing stuttered.
For a second, I wondered how they would feel if I kissed him. How could lips look so inviting? I could imagine them on mine, claiming, demanding, and taking.
My stomach tightened as I noted the rest of him. His jaw was clenched and looked so sharp, I could swear they could slice through anything.
I couldn't make out the color of his eyes, but they burned. I felt them trail down my skin. And then they met mine again as he took another sip.
My knees weakened, and my hold on the pole slipped. He was drinking me in. Every gulp, every swallow. The crowd melted away, and it was just him.
I watched his Adam apple work up and down in his throat as he swallowed and parted my lips in a silent moan. I wanted to climb down the stage, walk over to him, and kiss it.
Then, slowly work my way down that magnificent chest. His hands set down the glass, and my thighs tightened at how large they were. He was a huge man.
I doubted his hands were the only thing huge about him.
He blinked and looked away, breaking the spell he had on me.
What on earth was that? I had never felt so… seduced. And he had done nothing more than look at me.
What if he touched me? With those large hands? Grabbed my tits and fondled them? My thighs grew slick and pressed harder against the pole, grinding my pussy against it.
“Fuck it all!” I heard a man yell and before I knew what was happening, I was being dragged off stage.
“Let me go!” I demanded, shoving at the man who had grabbed me. The security guards were supposed to make sure this didn't happen. But they were nowhere in sight!
That wasn't good.
“Let you go?” The man said with a disgusting leer on his face. “You naughty tease. Admit it. You want to be fucked!”
Certainly not by him!
I drove my knees between his legs and watched him crumple to the ground, screaming like a little girl.
I barely had time to celebrate my victory however because the men around me went into an uproar. They grabbed my arms and tried to push me on my knees.
Panic drilled through me. If I didn't get out of here, bad things would happen. I could barely see or breathe with the men yelling and laughing around me.
“No, please no!” I cried, trying to pull away from them. Tears stung my eyes and rolled down my cheeks. “Let me go!”
My eyes caught the stranger I had seen earlier. He rose from his seat, about to walk out of the club.
“Help me!” I called out to him. “Please!”
He stared at me for a minute, clenching his jaw as if considering helping me, then pushed through the crowd.
I was right, he was a huge man.
He towered above everyone else and had no difficulty tossing people aside as he made his way towards me. A large hand yanked me out of the men's grasp and pulled me into his arms.
A woody scent filled my nose and I let out a soft sigh. He smelled so delicious.
“Not yet, pet,”
A shiver slid down my spine as he spoke. His voice was low and raspy, running down my skin and making me terribly wet.
He led me through the crowd that way. Me, protected in his arms, as he shoved anyone who stood up against him.
“You can let go now,” he murmured low in my ear, skimming his lips over my ear lobe.
I shuddered and stepped away, looking up at him.
Hazel. His eyes were hazel. They burned as they stared down at me through his mask. My pussy throbbed and I bit my lip trying not to moan as I recalled the way I had been pressed up against that hard body.
He cupped my face, freeing my lower lip from my teeth.
“You shouldn't do that, pet,”
Pet. I don't know why that made me even wetter. This should be embarrassing. We were outside the club in a corridor. The thong I wore barely covered my pussy. I could feel my juices dripping down my thighs as I stared up at him.
“Why?” I whispered.
“Because I’ll demand compensation,” He replied in that deep timbre of his.
My nipples poked through the lace, begging to be let out. His eyes darkened as he ran his tongue over lips and then muttered.
“You're a naughty little slut, aren't you?”
“I… I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me.” I replied, trying to step away from him. His arm came up around my waist, jerking me towards him until I was flush against that hot hard, delicious body. I could feel his dick go hard.
“Ohh,” I moaned breathlessly.
“Are you wet?”
As he asked the question, his hot palm trailed down my backside, pulling on an ass cheek and spreading them apart. More juices spilled, soaking the lace thong and then rolling down my thighs.
“Fuck,” he growled, spanking my ass and I squealed in surprise. “If you were mine, you would be up against the wall right now, pet.”
He delivered another spank and I buried my face in his chest, squirming in his arms, wishing he would touch me where I needed him the most.
“I could be your slut,” I mumbled, staring up at him.
His eyes darkened and I yelped when he spanked my ass again. “You could be? Or you will be?”
My mind buzzed lightly with awareness that this was going too far. He was a stranger and I shouldn't fraternize with anyone from the club.
But he felt so good. And I was so horny. I needed him. Who knew, I may never see him again.
He pulled on the thong I wore causing it to dig into my pussy and a cry slipped from my lips. Pleasure shot through my veins.
“Answer the question my pet,” He hummed, pulling harder.
If I thought I was wet earlier, then I was flooded.
“Yes!” I cried, head thrown back as he tortured me. “Yes I'll be your slut, just fuck me already.”
He let out a slow long hiss and rapidly switched places. “So eager. You are so fucking eager, aren't you my pet?”
My back was pressed up against him, his cock digging into my back. A large hand pried my legs apart.
“Spread them,” he ordered. “And keep them that way.”
“Yes,” I drawled when his hand trailed hotly down my back, slipped between my ass cheeks and found my pussy.
He pushed the panties aside and pressed his fingers against my aching core. We both groaned at the impact.
“You're so fucking wet!” He growled, slipping two thick fingers into my sopping wet cunt. “Did dancing for those bastards turn you on? Tell me!”
“N-No,” I moaned. Oh he was driving me crazy. Thick fingers invaded my pussy, thrusting repeatedly, harshly. I loved it! I pushed my ass deeper on his fingers, grinding on them.
“Hump my fingers like the dirty slut you are,” He growled. “Dancing on that stage, for all those bastards to see. Did you like it?!”
I moaned, too lost in the sensation I felt to pay attention to what he said. He withdrew his hands then and I cried in disappointment.
Three successive hard smacks landed on my ass.
“Oh fuck!” I cried arching against him.
“Answer my question pet,” He hissed harshly, nibbling at my earlobe. “Did you like those men touching you?”
“No,” I whimpered, trembling. “Please. Please,”
“What are you begging for, pet?” he mocked, delivering another spank to my ass, this time a little too close to my pussy. “Make it clear.”
“Make me cum. Please make me cum!”
I was way beyond redemption. I just needed those fingers back in my pussy.
“You crave release?” He chuckled.
“Yes, yes please.”
“You know what sluts do when they want something? They beg. Get on your knees and beg, my pet.”
On my knees?
I looked down at the ground and slid down on my knees. My ass propped up towards him.
“Beg,” he hissed, spanking my pussy this time.
I yelped as I tingled all over, more juices spilled and I could feel myself get closer to the edge.
“Please make me cum,” I moaned, wiggling my ass at him. “Please? I'll be a good little slut. Just make me cum please!”
“I want to fuck that dirty mouth so bad,” He groaned, slipping his fingers into my pussy this time and fucked me with it. Hard.
I held on to the ground, welcoming the invasion, relishing it, feeling those thick fingers fill me up.
“Look at that,” he murmured. “Your pussy lips taking my fingers like the greedy little slut you are.”
Anyone could step out and see my pussy getting violated by some stranger and that thrilled the hell out of me. His thumb found my clit and swiped at it before pressing down suddenly.
That set me off. I exploded, squirting all over his fingers and hands, moaning as I did.
His fingers didn't stop fucking me all through my orgasm.
“Look at you, making a mess everywhere,” he growled. “Get up.”
I struggled to, still reeling from my orgasm. He wrapped a hand around my neck and slipped the fingers that had just been in my cunt into my mouth, fucking me with them as he had just fucked my pussy. I moaned as I lapped up my juices off his fingers.
When I calmed down from my orgasm, the realization of what I had just done dawned on me.
I had allowed a random stranger to touch me! Eyes wide, I stepped away from him, staring in disbelief. Without waiting for him to say a word, I turned around and raced towards the elevator, ignoring my mask as it fell.
I had to get out of there!
Camille's POV“Thanks for driving me home, Megan,” I muttered, staring at the huge Caldwell mansion before me. “It's nothing,” Megan replied, giving me a soft smile. Her green eyes glistened with unshed tears, and I sighed. “Megan, for the last time, I'm okay,”“You got grabbed at!” she cried, throwing her arms around me. She had picked me up from the club. I had given her the short version of what had happened. A man grabbed me, and someone saved me. The longer version would have included me bent over, begging my ‘saviour’ to fuck the daylights out of me. I couldn't tell her that! “I am fine,” I told her, patting her back. “I have to go. The lights are off, thankfully.” Megan pulled away then, swiping her auburn hair out of her face. “Shouldn't you tell your father you need money? You're Camille Caldwell!”“I am also a grounded 22 year old,” I said, pursing my lips. “I'll figure this out Megs, drive home safe, okay?” One last hug and I stepped out of the car and slipped thr
Camille's POV“Your client is right behind this door,” Toria, the club manager, said, gesturing at the doors to one of the private suites the club owned. “Don't screw this up, Jessica. He paid mad money to see you.” Well, wasn't that just great? I needed money if I wanted to keep Jordan off my neck. Adjusting my new mask, I took a deep breath and knocked on the door before turning it open. The suite had a living room area and a bedroom farther inside. I walked in, locked the door behind me, and dropped the trench coat and bag on the sofa. “Hello?!” Where was the client? And damn he was one rich client. Only the extremely rich ones could afford renting a whole suite just so they could watch a stripper. What if he wants more than ‘watching’? A voice in my head asked, and before I could think up an answer, a familiar voice spoke. “Hello, my pet,” Holy hell! I whipped around to see him leaning against the wall. He had a mask on but was shirtless. Whatever abs I had seen in m
Camille's POV"What do you mean I can not see him?"The receptionist glared at me, eyeing my dress as if it were garbage. The jealousy on her face was too obvious. I knew I had gone over the top when I picked the beige colored slutty dress I wore. It barely covered my ass and was literally glued to my skin. Her eyes moved from my boobs to my face and she hissed. "Mr Donovan is unavailable," "Unavailable? How on earth is he unavailable? I'm supposed to meet him by eight!" At least that was what my father had told me. Perhaps she had it all wrong. She probably thought I was some crazy call girl who wanted to see her boss. "I'm his secretary," I told her leaning on the counter. "Camille Caldwell," "I know who you are," she said unfazed. "You're late Miss Caldwell and your outfit is... Not suitable."I scoffed, "That doesn't give you any right to treat me like this. How about we leave the judging to Gavriel?" "It's Mr Donovan to you!" She hissed and I stepped back, sure that she
Camille's POVMy heels hit the ground way too quickly than they should. The client, my client, had called for me that evening. My first day at work had been hectic. The way Gavriel ordered me around and burdened me with assignments, no one would ever suspect he was the same man who had spanked me in his car. He was such a brute!And my what a delicious looking brute he was. Those arms, those thighs, those broad shoulders. I shook myself. I had to focus. I pushed the door to the private suite open. He sat there on the sofa in the dimly lit room, watching me through his mask. “Hi,” I said breathlessly, aware of his eyes trailing my body as I took off my jacket. “You're late,” It wasn't easy rushing all the way here from Megan's place. I had to shower and get all prepared for him. When I opened my mouth to say that, he rose abruptly and walked to the bedroom. “Come,” It was a command. Simple, dark, and clear. And yet it did the most naughty things to my body. My nipples tigh
Camille's POVThe intercom on my desk buzzed. "Camille," the sexy voice of my boss filled the air. "My office, now." Uh oh. That didn't sound good. I had been working for Gavriel for two days. Two hellish days. I wasn't sure I was doing a good job. He had yelled his head off at me in the past two days. It wasn't my fault I wasn't trained for this job. And he was a freaking perfectionist. I sighed, straightened my skirt, and strutted into his office. He sat by his desk, his gaze fierce and angry as he glared at me. In his hand was a tablet. I pouted as I approached him. I was immensely jealous of that tablet. It got to be in his hands, under those fingers. Those sturdy fingers that had smacked my ass two days ago. Gavriel hadn't touched me since then. My client as well had left me as needy as hell. It didn't matter how many times I touched myself. It wasn't as pleasurable as when either of both men had touched me. "You called me Gav-Mr Donovan?" I didn't think it was possible,
Camille's POVI didn't have an answer to that. It was both embarrassing and stimulating that I wanted my boss. A man way older than me. But I couldn't help it. I just couldn't. I pushed against his hands, wanting him to take me, but then he pulled away from me. "Leave, Camille,"My body ached in protest. Why did he always do this? He had left me wanting more just like he did days ago! My ass stung as I dropped down my skirt, and I whimpered at the feeling. I needed to cum. My client had starved me of an orgasm as well and it sucked that he hadn't asked for me in the past few days. Properly dressed against my wishes, my eyes fell on Gavriel. He stood by the glass wall of his office, staring down at the city lay spread out before him. "Gavriel-""Leave, Camille," He snapped, without sparing me a glance. "When you say leave," I murmured, "Do you mean..." He let out a sigh and spoke. "Get back to work, Camille," Great! That meant I wasn't fired. At least I hoped so. I walked ou
Gavriel's POVI raised the glass of wine to my lips watching my pet dance a few meters away from the sofa where I sat. She was beautiful.No, she was beyond beautiful. Her blue eyes were hooded as she stared at me through her mask, full bow shaped lips parted in that seductive manner. It made me want to tease the corners with my tongue, then slip past them and taste her mouth. Like I had two days ago. Her taste was damned addicting. She had me addicted. I had tried to stay away for two days, and I could swear she was all I could taste. All I could see. Jessica. I wasn't foolish. I knew there was no way that was her real name. But everything else about her was definitely real. Those sexy sounds she made when my hands ran over her body were real. The way her body twisted as she shook her hips, her tits bouncing threatening to spill out of her bra, my hands flexed as I recalled touching them the last time we met. My sexy little pet. She was so fucking submissive, it drove
Camille's POVI tried to regulate my breathing as I squirted some oil into my palm. Hazel sat with his back on the table, those eyes peering up at me through his mask. His very muscular arms flexed as he watched my every move. I could feel his burning gaze as I watched his muscles contract and relax. My knees wobbled. That had been intense. And yet I wanted more. I was being a whore. My eyes fell on his ver hard cock and more moisture dribbled down my thighs. I wanted to ride him blind. "Climb on, pet," he instructed. "I wish I could wait patiently, but every second you stare at me with that hungry look in your eyes, I fear I'll go mad if I do not touch you." I flushed at his words, feeling embarrassed by his choice of words. "Yes sir," I obliged. Holding his arm for support, I climbed atop him, straddling his hard, muscular stomach. It flexed beneath my pussy and felt so hot against it. My juices rubbed against his skin shamelessly. "Ah hell," he hissed as I rubbed the mass