DexterAs I leave Red’s apartment and get in my car, I ask myself what the fuck I’m doing. When I woke up earlier today, I told myself that I would try to put her behind me, but that’s only because of the dream I had of her. In my dream, I was in the strip chub and she was dancing for me. Goddess, she looked so fucking sexy in a black babydoll. Her eyes were lined with black and popped out of her face. I wanted her so badly but I couldn’t touch her. I felt myself getting harder and harder, and when I looked down, my cock was pointing at the fucking ceiling and I was completely naked. My hands were bound to the chair I was seated on, and all the while, she twirled around and around the pole, still dressed. “Having fun?” she asked in a seductive voice. I couldn’t speak. I wasn’t even sure if I had a tongue in my mouth. Then, slowly, she began stripping. She took off her babydoll and was left in a thong that was a sharp contrast against her creamy skin. I wanted to take that thong
LaraAs soon as I climb inside his car, I have this feeling like I want to turn back and cancel the whole thing. This is undoubtedly fear. I glance at him. He seems pleased by what he’s looking at, which makes me feel even more humiliated and not at all defiant. I hate this man. He ruined me. Things were okay when there was the chance that I would do the same to him, but I don’t see how that’s going to happen tonight.I’m so conflicted. But regardless of the way I feel, I’m doing this. I need the money and so I’ll see this through. Maybe some other day I’ll get the chance to find out his secret and use it against him. Maybe. “Ready?” he asks. I only look straight ahead instead of answering him, and so as a result, he chuckles. I cross my legs, fold my arms, and stare out the window. Dexter doesn’t say a word to me as we drive to an unknown location. To me, it’s unknown. Instead of thinking about what I’m going to have to do, I think about Ander. But thinking about Ander brings m
DexterThis reminds me of my dream. Only a few things are different, but it’s pretty much the same scene. I tell her to walk toward me. I see the hesitation in her eyes and to be honest, it fucking kills me. I wanted her to want this as much as I did. I would’ve probably lost my mind if she wanted to fuck me, too. But I guess I’m not paying her to have a change of heart. Once she’s standing in front of me, I put the champagne glass on top of the nightstand next to the bed. Her tits are right before my eyes. Her nipples are rosy and yet they’re not hard yet. That’s about to change. I place my hands on her slender waist and kiss the swell of her breast, right under her nipple. Red sucks in a breath through her teeth and that gives me so much fucking satisfaction. Knowing that she’s into this makes this better for me. I dart my tongue out and draw a circle around her pebbled nipple. I watch her face. She tries to keep her face straight; tries and fails, I should mention. She goes rigi
Lara"Vanessa," I lie to him. "That's my name."The thought of him digging deep for my name just makes me scared. He can't find out that I'm Lara. He'll connect all the pieces. He'll find out who I am. He'll know I'm the woman he used for his revenge and then that's it. "Vanessa," he echoes. "Didn't think you'd be a Vanessa."I show no reaction to this. I'm not a Vanessa, and anyway, I don't care what he thinks. I'm too busy fighting demons to care about something so trivial. We're halfway done, though, and that brings me relief. I can't wait to end this so I can go home, pay that bitch, and then continue living my life. However the night feels long, and it's like I won't be able to get rid of him as quickly as I want to. The worst part for me is how much I like it. I can't control how my body reacts to this. I feel the pleasure. I orgasmed. It's complicated and makes me feel ashamed because I'm supposed to hate him, and liking this reminds me of how I enjoyed having sex with him i
DexterI don’t even want to know what the authorities are doing here.I just want to slip away so that they don’t recognize my car. I watch Vanessa walk away first, though. For some reason, I find myself wishing that things had gone differently last night. I won’t say I regret paying her for sex, but I do wish she’d been more into it. I wouldn’t have had this bitter taste in my mouth if she were. I drive away. It’s still very early but I know that I won’t be able to go back to sleep. I’ll go to my hotel room, shower, and then I’ll switch on my phone. I’m not looking forward to dealing with Mr. King but it has to happen at some point, right? I can’t hide forever. I don’t even want to. I’ll just deal with this and then get the freedom I need. Once I reach my hotel room, I jump in the shower. I can’t stop thinking about Red, and it’s especially hard when I can still taste her in my mouth and smell her all around me. I know that after today, officially, I won’t have anything to do wi
LaraAmbrose arrived today. At first, I wasn’t sure if he received a call about Juliana or whether he just showed up because it was time for his arrival anyway. I had no doubts that he hadn’t known a thing when we told him the news. “What?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. I’d never seen him look so angry. It wasn’t even anger. It was something else. Something ancestral. I couldn’t see it on his face but I felt it. The air around him was charged. One of his girls had been killed in his strip club and that never happened before. Not ever. He’s in his office now. He’s been in there for hours. Occasionally, we’ll hear him yelling at someone. Then, it’ll all go silent. We don’t comment. We just look at each other and continue doing what we have to do. As for me, I’ve decided not to tell anyone about Juliana blackmailing me. Why should I?They’ll just think I had something to do with it. I can’t have people suspecting of me like that. I mean, it would make sense, right? She
Lara I gulp and close the door behind me. His eyes are on me as I walk toward him. Honestly, this rarely happens. I don’t usually have clients that make me feel so uncomfortable. I remind myself that I can’t be scared as long as I’m in control. I use my professional voice. “Why don’t you sit down, then?”“Sure,” he says before doing as he’s told. I get on stage. I go to the music player and sure enough, there’s a gun there. The sight of it, all black and oily looking, makes me shudder. But I’m glad we’ve been given something. This is better than nothing at all. I turn the music on and then move to the center of the stage. My client sits back and stretches his arms out. He’s watching me curiously and with a hunger that makes my skin crawl. I start to dance next to the pole. I ask him, “You’re new around here, aren’t you?”“Yeah,” he answers, distracted by my swaying hips. His eyes are a vibrant green, and dark lashes are framing his eyes, making them stand out even more. His ski
Dexter I make my way outside of the club. Just seeing her makes me fucking happy. Elated. It’s so ridiculous but I’ve started to come to terms with this. I can’t help the way I feel. I just have to accept it. I start toward my car. I unlock it but then something catches my eye. It’s the kid. He’s sitting on the top of the stairs. I haven’t seen him in a while and so I go to him. He watches me approach him with curious eyes. “Down here again, huh?”“I’m bored,” he answers. “I thought I told you not to come down here again.”He shrugs but I can tell that what he wants to say is that I’m not the boss of him. “It can’t be dangerous out here, kid. Lots of creeps around.”“What do you do in there?” he asks. “In there?” I ask, jerking my head in the direction of the entrance. He nods. “Your mom works there, doesn’t she?”He nods. I can’t tell him what truly happens in there. If she didn’t tell him, then I have no business doing it. Besides, I know how my mother tried to keep her