Cindersmellya 1(4)

“Well, well,” one of the guys says, standing up and welcoming me into the fold, “if it isn’t our very own piece of royalty stepping down to roll with us commoners.” He grins, tilting his glass toward me. “How the hell are you, man?”

“Better now that I’m here to show you pussies how to really get a party started.” I smirk, snagging one of the many shots spread out on the table and knocking it back.

The girls draped all over my friends eye me greedily, their eyes showing me exactly what they’d like to do to me.

“Oh, no man, here’s how you do it,” one of my other friends says, taking the girl sitting between his knees by the hips and setting her up on the table, knocking empty glasses out of the way as he does. “Body shots, man.”

“Fuck yeah.” I walk up to the girl and smirk as she spreads her legs and leans back on her palms. One of the guys wedges a shot of tequila in between her tits, sprinkling salt all over the tops of the big round globes just about to pop free from the bra barely holding them in, then pushing a slice of lime between her lips.

“Derek?” he says, gesturing for me to take a piece of what they’ve already been up to. Grinning like the arrogant asshole he is. Hell, that we all are.

I laugh as I bend down and lick the salt off her tits, wrap my lips around the glass and pull it out with only my mouth, knocking it back and letting it fall to the floor before I lean in and suck the lime wedge that she’s offering up like a forbidden fruit.

All the guys laugh and bullshit some more. When I stand up, grinning like the cocky bastard I am, the waitress appears again with the four bottles of Cristal.

“One for each of my boys here,” I tell her, holding mine up in their direction. Then I pop the cork and spray the foam all over the closest girls, holding it in front of my cock like I’m cumming all over them. Like I fucking own the place. I could if I wanted to.

Raucous laughter fills the air as my boys and I toast to our night and our freedom and all the strippers a man could ever want.

Which means it’s time to find the one I want. I let my eyes roam around the room, seeing what’s up for offer. So much skin and sweat and dirty, dirty sex everywhere. Just how I like it.

The chick I took the body shot off of looks like she’s more than willing, her legs still spread on the table. I keep looking. Too easy. This really is the best club in town because all these girls are so fucking hot, making my cock so hard it almost hurts.

Taking a swig of the champagne straight from the bottle, I turn in a slow circle.

When I’m facing the bar, I freeze, the bottle halfway to my lips again. Because fuck. The girl my eyes just landed on? Pure sex. Ecstasy. Endless pleasure. I just know it.

She looks at me just as my eyes make their way from roaming all over her body back up to her face. Our eyes lock.

And shit, if I don’t feel like I’ve just been knocked over the head. Deep blue eyes so gorgeous I can see them all the way across the room, and they are blazing as they take me in. A slow smile spreads on my face, and I watch, enthralled, as she pushes away from the bar and starts walking toward me, shaking long dark waves out behind her as she struts.

Slowly but determined. Not a bit of hesitation. Like she knows what she has to offer and knows it’s damn good.

Everything going on around me seems to fade into the background as she nears me, coming to a stop with a hand on her hip, tits thrust out in front, so perfect I could bury my face in them and never come up for air. Or maybe my cock. Yeah, that sounds fucking awesome.

She pulls her lip between her teeth, then lets it go, blue eyes full of the dirtiest intentions.

“Hey baby,” she says in a sultry voice that has my cock twitching. “Wanna dance?”





4





Ella





This guy is over the top gorgeous. Eyes nearly black, just like my perfect fantasy. Hair even darker, thick and begging me to dive my hands into it. Preferably while he’s licking my pussy.

I feel my heartbeat kick up a notch, my breath coming a little faster when those eyes that sucked me in from across the room roam all over my body. The whole walk from the bar to him was pure torture. I can feel the heat of his gaze lighting me on fire, my pussy quaking when his tongue darts out, teasing me with just what I want.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” he asks, a hint of an accent that I can’t place marking his words.

I take another step closer, resting my hands on his chest and leaning forward until my lips are a breath away from his ear.

“Sapphire.”

It’s what I tell everyone. What am I supposed to say? Ella? Fuck no. Like I’m some princess or something. Sapphire is way more fitting. Plus, do I really want clients knowing my name?