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“Hiya, Charlie!” I wave at the mirror even though I can’t see him, I know he sees me just fine.
To the right of the mirror is a secret door. One I can’t open from this side but can be opened from in there if he needs to get in here in a rush. The walls are an off-white, decorated with black and white, erotic but tasteful paintings. All of which probably cost more than I’ll make in a month here. Moscow and Kelsey don’t skimp on this place, which is easily why it’s become the most well-known in the entire state.
“You got twenty minutes until your first client. You ready to hear what it is?”
“Hit me with it!” I call out as I inspect the room, which looks extremely clean from first glance. Charlie will get the schedule for all of the rooms and let the Dolls in rooms three, four, and eight know what to expect next. Each room has a different schedule so the clients coming in don’t run into one another. If they’re even a minute late, they aren’t coming in at all. Moscow prides himself on the privacy in this place, along with so many other things.
Charlie makes a drum roll sound with his mouth before saying, “Cuckhold for the win!”
I smile as I pick up the pillow from the couch, fluff it and toss it back into the corner.
I turn and place my hands on my hips. “And I was hoping for a challenge.”
“Easy now. You may just regret saying that.” He chuckles and I shake my head, turning around to finish checking out the room while Charlie reads off the dos and don’ts for this particular couple coming in. It’s an easy one to remember, considering they have nothing that’s off bounds. Wife wants to watch her husband with another woman. She doesn’t want to be acknowledged in anyway, and that is the only rule. Simple. Apparently they’re regulars, both have been tested, so a condom isn’t needed, which I’m fine with and have been approved for.
Walking over to the armchair that has a perfect view of the room, I tug it out a little, and shift it before sitting to make sure the angle is just right. I shrug a shoulder, deciding it’s pretty much perfect. The best place to keep the husband will be on the chaise. From here, she’d get a great view of his cock sliding in and out of me if I ride him… so that’s my goal for the night.
Charlie finishes by telling me they’ve also requested that I take the lead as the wife prefers seeing the husband in his submissive role.
Fine by me. It’ll be easier to lead the whole thing, in my opinion.
With one more glance over the room, deciding everything is perfect and knowing my time is just about done, I say, “Dim the lights, start the music, and send them in.”
ChapterFour
One of the best parts of this job, or what I can assume I’ll find to be the best part, is getting to role play. Each person who comes in here requests something different so I doubt my nights will ever be the same or boring. Sometimes I’ll be lying on the bed when they walk in, other times I’ll be leaning against the wall. Maybe I’ll be on all fours, already naked, pretending to scrub the floor. In order to do this job well, you have to know people, be in tune with their wants and needs, then play off of them.
This wife wants to watch her husband submit to another woman. As if her watching him be fucked by another isn’t submissive enough? I am not judging her, not even close, just stating facts. Everything I do needs to be on point with what they want so they can both have the best experience possible. I stand beside the coffee table, arms crossed, hip popped, and head tilted as the knock sounds on the door. I want to look dominant, but not so much that I’ll scare them. They’re knocking on my door, after all, not Tiana’s.
There are two knocks, then the lock disengages and the knob turns.
My chest is pounding, moisture already pooling between my legs as the door swings open in slow motion. I’m not nervous. Not at all. I’m thrilled. Beyond excited for this. My dream when I first started stripping was to make it here one day. It’s not what I want to do forever—hello, I’m in college—but I plan to use this job to get me where I need to be, to have fun, and do everything I want to experience before life needs to get serious. So no, there isn’t an ounce of fear in me, only pure anticipation, excitement vibrating through my veins, knowing I’m going to fuck this woman’s husband so fucking good she’s going to come back every week to watch me do it again.
Jessie, one of the hostesses who brings the clients to their rooms, winks at me as she gestures into the room with a smile aimed at the couple. “Right in here.” The wife walks in first, and with not even the slightest glance in my direction, moves to the armchair in the corner. She’s dressed similar to me, only her dress is more refined, but no less sexy. Her hair is straight and stops at her shoulders. Makeup is light and simple. There is an air of confidence about her that I like but ignore. I need to remember everything I do tonight is for her. This show is for her. Everything I’m going to do to her husband is—
Holy shit.
All of the air leaves my lungs, and my body goes ice-cold as I set eyes on the husband who walks into the room.
“Enjoy,” Jessie says softly, but I barely catch the word at all. She closes the door gently and my eyes lock onto a pair of bright green ones.
We’re in a stare off for what seems like forever. The world around us has gone completely frozen. My chest is tight, almost like I can’t breathe, but then I remember where I am and what I am supposed to be doing. I blink the shock away and take a step forward, reaching my hand out with a shaky smile.
“Good evening,” I say quietly. His bright green eyes stay glued on mine again as I reach him, but he doesn’t take my hand, just continues to stare, though I don’t miss the tick in his jaw. It excites me. Sends a shiver up my spine.
Professor Andrews was not anticipating seeing me here tonight.
It’s just as much of a shock to him as it is to me, it seems.
Suddenly, it hits me. This is my dream come true. The fantasy I’ve had for the last two months, ever since I first set eyes on him. If I thought I was going to put on a good show for this woman before, it’s nothing compared to what I plan on doing now.
I’m going to live out my own fantasy with this man. Fucking my own teacher, and not only while his wife watches, but with her permission.
Does she know?
Of course she doesn’t know. How would she? Clearly, he had no idea so it’s impossible she has even a clue.
Time seems to slow as a million questions flutter through my mind. Is he going to leave? Will she let him? Will he tell her who I am?
