Chapter 1

“You can't even arch properly.”

“What's this? Am I fucking a wood?”

“Take my cock in your mouth like a good whore since you're too much of a prude to get your pussy wet.”

I grimaced as the bitter memories of last night came rushing back to my mind, and I fought back the tears that threatened to spill.

Jaden, my boyfriend since sophomore year of highschool had always hinted at how boring I was, but last night was the worst and crossed all lines of disrespect, and the second he shot his load down my throat, I ran out of his house without thinking twice.

“Shit,” I muttered as I pushed yet another body away from me.

Oriana, the town's main nightclub was packed and nearly bursting at the seams with sweaty and horny bodies grinding, gyrating and dry humping against one another.

I walked through the mass of a never-ending flow of drunken people as I searched for Hailey, but soon, the crowd got thinner as I strayed farther from the dancefloor.

Out of breath, I rested my hands on the railing of the staircase as I contemplated which way to go.

A night club wasn't exactly my scene as I'd never been to one but desperate times required desperate measures, right?

Plus flashing a fake ID and a little cleavage easily got us into the club without any questions.

Besides, I would be legal in a week so it wasn't so much of a lie.

Without thinking twice, I climbed up the stairs, both to get away from the crowd and continue my search.

I took the hallway by my right at the end of the staircase, and the air there was more chilling than the hot air that was just being circulated downstairs.

I wobbled a bit but quickly caught the wall to steady my steps.

There were doors on either sides of the long hallway which was lit by a small red bulb.

I cringed at the thought of just what was going on behind those doors.

“Hailey, where are you?” I whispered to myself as I inched nearer to the end of the hallway.

I was about to turn back when a force, much greater than I could resist made me stop in my tracks at the last door.

Frowning lightly, I tried to go back but second-guessed that she might actually be in there.

My fingers found the cold knob and with one twist, the door gave way.

The room was very dark, making it nearly impossible to see anything but I stumbled in, hoping to find her.

I walked deeper into the room -which I couldn't make anything of- towards a small bulb at the center.

“Strip!” A cold command sent chills down my spine.

“What the hell?” I thought.

Before I could get any words past my throat, a tall, dark figure stepped forward.

I held my breath as he moved closer and when he reached the light, all the air was knocked out of me.

Tousled brown hair, fiery green eyes glowering into mine, a day old stubble littered across sharp jaw that could cut glass, firm but sensuous lips, towering figure hovering over me.

The man looked like sin and maybe it was the alcohol but there was an intensity in his eyes that made my insides curl.

“Get undressed,” the man growled.

His voice was like waves crashing against rocks and his command, one that almost brought me to my knees, made my stomach flip.

I tried to make sense of his words at the same time I heard a light chuckle.

I looked over his shoulder and getting used to the darkness, I could see two other male figures sitting on a couch.

They were clearly amused by the scene while I stood there wondering just what circus I had stepped into.

“Well, hurry up about it. You've kept us waiting long enough,” his voice was a mix of impatience and something else I couldn't quite place my fingers on.

“Excuse me…..” I tried to protest.

“I don't want to hear any excuses. You're late enough as it is,” he growled.

A shudder ran down my spine at the dangerous intent in his tone.

“I'm not…..”

“You'll want to shut that pretty mouth of yours and strip, get on that pole this instant and give us a fucking show,” his voice was steady but his eyes held a torrent of emotions behind them, making me feel even more fuzzy. “Now!” He growled.

Startled by his command, I wasn't quite sure why I complied. It was less because of the intensity in his eyes and his intimidating tone, and more because I just couldn't disobey, but faster than I could say ‘yes’, I found myself hooking my thumb under the strap of my dress.

I stared at the pole behind me and swallowed hard.

The thought of doing something like that in front of complete strangers was both thrilling and confronting.

But this was probably my chance to prove that I wasn't so stuck-up like my boyfriend -ex- had thought and I could actually do something spontaneous.

Letting the alcohol lead, I placed my thumb under the strap of my dress and let it fall.

I heard a sharp intake of breath and my self-consciousness returned, but I pushed it down immediately.

My dress was low-cut at the back, hence, couldn't be worn with a bra, and my nipples hardened as the cold air brushed them harshly.

I was left standing in my lacy thong and panties and for a brief second, contemplated taking them off too.

I didn't want to feel too vulnerable so I decided against it, although if he had asked me to take them off as well, I wasn't sure I would be able to resist.

“Leave us,” I vaguely heard the man demand, before rushed footsteps and clicking of door followed.

We were alone.

The man's sinful eyes never left mine as I walked backwards to the pole, swaying my hips to the music.

I had taken a bit of gymnastics in junior high so I could only pray I didn't make an epic fail.

Closing my eyes, I gripped the pole and twisted my body around it.

My nipples hardened even more as they came in contact with the very cold metal but I didn't stop.

I danced, twisted and rolled down the pole gracefully and I let myself get lost in the euphoria of being watched by a sexy man that would have never looked my way twice on a normal day.

His gaze was dark and intense, and my insides clenched. I kept my eyes locked on him as his eyes hungrily raked my body.

A small smile played on my lips as I jutted my chest out, pushing my round boobs out on either sides of the pole.

His Adam's apple bobbed as my perky boobs and hard nipples were on full display while I stuck my ass out at the back, swaying to the music.

His eyes turned black as he took dangerous steps towards me and heat flared out of me, pooling in my panties.

He took a deep breath, sniffing the air, and I thought his jaw was going to break from how hard he was clenching them.

“I paid for this too,” his deep voice growled when he reached me and before I could ask what he meant, his finger traced a line from my neck to the valley of my breasts, and my clit developed a heart of its own, pulsating quickly.

I felt so dirty doing this in front of a stranger. Yet I felt so fucking good.

My breath hitched but I kept twisting on the pole and I threw my head back as his finger grazed my sensitive nipple.

“I'm so sorry, I'm late. There was an accident and I was stuck between lots of cars on the highway for hours. I can quickly change and begin,” a voice broke the spell and a blonde girl rushed inside, scowling at me.

The man's stare faltered as he looked between the new girl and I.

“Now, who is the stripper?” He asked.

“Me. Except you found a replacement,” the girl said, eyeing me.

Blood immediately rushed to my face and my clarity was restored.

“Shit,” I muttered under my breath and yanked my dress from the floor, slipping into it with the speed of light and bolting out of the door.

For just the tiniest second, I hoped he would call me back but he didn't and feeling too embarrassed, I ran out of the door without looking back.

I rushed down the stairs and almost stumbled upon someone.

“Goodness, Ellie, where have you been?”

I'd never been more relieved to see anyone like I was to see Hailey right at that moment, but I couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if that girl hadn't walked in.

“Let's get out of here,” I said and before she could protest, pulled her hand through the throng of bodies and to the front door.

I wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of there but somehow, it felt like I had left a part of me in that dark room, with that mystery man, and even as I ran away, goosebumps rose on my skin as the undisputable feeling of being watched engulfed me.