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Lala has been working hard at convincing me to dig for information. I obviously want to help with that, but they are crazy if they think I would just take their word for it.
I finish fluffing my hair up, making sure that it falls in perfect waves over one shoulder.
The top I’m wearing is just for show as the only part of my body it actually covers is my arms. It is cropped just past the tops of my large breasts. Since they’re still young and perky, they give the perfect glimpse of the underside. Men seem to be going crazy over that.
I don’t bother with covering my bottom half, the thong I’m wearing being more than I sometimes wear on stage. Looking at my feet, I debate for a second if I should take my high heels off and go barefoot. My toes wiggle in anticipation, but I know that making an entrance in my high heels will be more effective.
“Here we go,” I sing song to myself as I make my way out to the private rooms.
I smile and wink at the few patrons I run into. They are on their way to the rooms they paid for, and I make more of an effort to make sure my breasts bounce and ass shakes as I strut by. That will make them want to ask for me next time they grace our club with their presence.
When I get in front of the door to the room assigned to me, I take a moment to fix my hair again. I put a practiced smile on my face and slowly open the door. My eyes easily adjust to the low light in the room, where all I see is the outline of a massive body sitting on the couch.
I cringe for a second, knowing all the things that have happened on that couch. But I also know that our boss is a stickler for hygiene, and she has the couch steam cleaned on a regular basis.
With no hesitation whatsoever, I sway my hips from side to side until I am standing in front of the man waiting for me. The closer I get, the more I get this feeling of foreboding. It’s like I am about to walk into a trap of some sort.
I hold back a gasp of surprise when I notice he is wearing a biker’s cut. The name on it is what gets my attention. Hawk. Savages MC. They are the ones Bricks and Snake are worried about.
For a split second, I hear Lala in my head as she tells me how I would be just their type, and they would make good money off selling me.
A sudden shiver takes over my body, making me hate this man on sight. I don’t stop until he can almost touch my legs with his knees. His dark eyes go up and down the length of my body in a way that’s not new to me, but it does new things to my soul.
I’m not sure if it is the imminent danger that I feel I’m in, or if it is something else, but I have this sudden urge to ride him, fuck him as I try to find out all his secrets.
“Hi, handsome…”
I lean at the waist as I keep my legs straight, the move making my breasts popping out from under the minuscule top I have on. I lift a hand, ready to run the tip of my finger over his lips.
Just as I am about to do so, his eyes snap to my face. It is in perfect coordination with the suddenly fast beat of the music playing in the background, and I jump back, bringing my hand down.
“Hmmm… I didn’t think you’d be this shy.”
His voice sounds deeper than I’d expected, but I recover fast.
“You strike me as the type of person who would appreciate a shy girl.”
I drop my head and watch him from underneath my eyelashes, pretending like I didn’t just notice his sudden intake of air. I turn him on, and we both know it. At least we’re on the same page as far as that goes.
“I do,” he grumbles just as his hands touch my hips on each side.
The pads of his fingers sink into the softness of my butt cheeks. If he went a little harder, I’m sure he would leave marks. I don’t mind that as long as he pays for it and I am able to cover them with makeup up once we’re done. Although, I know some guys get off on seeing marks on the women they pay for.
I stand back up straight and don’t fight his touch. But I am surprised when he sticks one finger under the barely there piece of cloth covering my pussy.
My mouth drops slightly open in anticipation, waiting for him to do more. His thumb is close to my entrance as it rests on my bare lips. If I moved an inch, it would slip right in.
I debate for a second if I should do just that, take control of the situation. But I’m pretty sure he is not that type of guy. He wants the control when he fucks, which I am perfectly fine with.
I have to admit that the thought of him dominating me is a huge turn on, especially knowing he represents danger. Such a shame that he is into sex trafficking for a living. I now see him as a challenge. I will break him so that I can get all the information I can out of him.
“This is too easy,” he finally chuckles, taking me by surprise. His hands are still on me, with his thumb still close to my opening.
“What is?”
“This.”
He laughs again just as his thumb slips to the side. Considering how wet I am already, it is no obstacle for it to land right on my clit. I want to spread my stance a little and give him an encouraging push to do more.
