Chapter 2

Lyra

 

I scoffed, "Calm your titties, man; I'm not the one who told you to leave your wife and kids for some young ass."

 

He scoffed, "Okay, feisty."

 

"Okay, old."

 

He chuckled, making my stomach do this flipflop thing that only happened last when I was around my crush in high school.

 

The f*ck.

 

"So you think I'm old?"

 

"Definitely not in your twenties."

 

"No."

 

"Old then"

 

I rolled my eyes and fidgeted with my fingers for a bit.

 

Music.

 

Where was the music I will play?

 

I mean, I need music to get into character, but it wasn't there.

 

No matter how much I searched around with my eyes, trying to make it look less obvious that I was nervous, I didn't find any device to play some songs.

 

Damn, I should have asked Qiara how things went in a VIP room. Then I would have known there wasn't a song to dance to.

 

"What? Don't tell me you're one of those naive girls who decided to try something new because of how curious they were."

 

I scoffed again, "I know what I'm doing."

 

"Then show me."

 

I walked even closer to him, sitting on his thighs and straddling him when I was settled, and I got fazed when he didn't immediately place his hands on my waist.

 

If anything, he looked bored like he was challenging me to do my best and leaned back on the couch.

 

I cleared my throat and started to gyrate my hips, running my hands over the front of his shirt and neck, and deciding to take off my top after a while.

 

Placing my hand at the hem of the top, I raised it over my head to reveal my lace bra that was underneath, and I smirked when his dick suddenly stretched against his pants, bulging against my own underwear that was exposed because of how far up my skirt has ridden up, and I gasped when his hand suddenly ran up my thighs, leaving a trail of fire as he pulled on my waist finally to pull me closer to him.

 

"W-what are you doing?"

 

I shivered slightly when he moved his mouth closer to my ear to whisper, "How much to take care of that bulge you've created?"

 

It took all of me to push him back and say, "I'm not some slut; I don't need money to decide if I want to sleep with you or not."

 

"So do you want to sleep with me?"

 

****

 

I stepped out into the hallway after a few minutes, putting on my top and ignoring the ladies that whispered as I walked by.

 

"Caroline" Qiara squealed the minute he saw me, and he all but hugged me, smiling and grinning from ear to ear.

 

"How did it go? Did he tip you some more?"

 

I shrugged, trying to shake off my arousal and discomfort since I wasn't in his presence again, and he stopped smiling. 

 

"Why? Wasn't it good?"

 

"It was. I just... I just want to go home."

 

I changed into my shorts and baggy top I had put on from the house when I was leaving, and I said my bye to Qiara, leaving him with mixed feelings on whether my first VIP service was good or not.

 

I still needed to make a decision.

 

Sleep with him or not?

 

I stared at the paper that the hot guy had placed in my hand after convincing my p*ssy to jump at his words.

 

Sleep with him.

 

He was probably married.

 

Way older than me, of course. 

 

But I was probably going to ignore all of that because of how hot I had felt when he placed his hands on me.

 

It's just going to be a one-night stand anyway.

 

I'm probably never going to see him again.

 

He doesn't even know my name, nor me, his.

 

I should just give in and regret it tomorrow morning.

 

Before I could change my mind, I made my way into a taxi that I stopped in front of the strip club, and I gave him the address.

 

We arrived there within a few minutes since it was obviously close by, and I hurried my way past the lobby and into the elevator, where I pressed on the fifth floor button.

 

Thankfully, no one saw me or recognized me until I got to room 204 and I knocked on the door.

 

"You came," the guy said the minute he opened the door, and I walked in, hunching my shoulders and trying not to melt at the sight of him in nothing but a towel.

 

He had obviously just taken a shower, and if I thought he was gorgeous in the dim light of the VIP room earlier, I really didn't know what to think with his hair tousled and his gray eyes on me.

 

"Well, let's get to it, shall we?"

 

He walked to the bed that was beside the floor-to-ceiling window, sitting on it, and I gasped slightly when he loosened his towel to reveal his manhood, which was quite soft after our rendezvous in the VIP room.

 

Was it huge?

 

Definitely bigger than the ones I had seen since I started f*cking in high school.

 

But did I like it?

 

I guess we'll have to see even though my p*ssy was already watering at the sight.

 

"Well..."

 

I went over to him by the bed, where I fidgeted a bit before getting on my knees to do God knows what, and I managed to smirk.

 

I had to make him think I knew what I was doing because I didn't, but when he hissed at my hands touching his dick, I gained some of my confidence back.

 

I wasn't the only one affected by whatever this was.