Filthy Doctor(112)

“Dance for me -- take everything off.” He demanded it with a quiet calm that sent a thrill up her spine.

She did as he asked, hearing his breathing change as she did her moves, gyrating on his lap, grinding down hard on the firmness she felt there. He wanted her and she loved knowing it. The night went on and she soon found herself laying back on the small platform that had been built into the side of the room.

“Will you touch yourself for me? I want to watch your face, I want to see you cum, and I won’t touch you.”

She licked her lips, feeling the swirling sensation in the pit of her stomach. She let her fingers drift down, slipping and sliding in the wet valley between her thighs as he watched. She spread her legs wide as he came to stand over her, but without touching her. True to his word he simply watched, his hands stroking his massive cock that had made an appearance as she rubbed herself between two fingers, making soft swirls, her body eager to find release. She saw him moving his hands harder on himself and she wanted to taste him, but she knew better.

She felt the orgasm rise up within her and she knew what he would like.

“Cum on me.” She whispered it and even the words pushed her over the edge. She came hard, her moans loud and sharp in the small room. She heard him moan loudly and felt the explosion as he did as she asked him, rubbing his love juice into her skin, feeling the proof of his lust drip off her pert nipples.

He pulled up his pants, smiling at her as he did.

“You are amazing.” He dropped a stack of bills on the table beside her as he walked out. “You did well. I am looking for a new girl, one who will belong to me and only me. That is the rule you will live by if I choose you.” He reached for her, running his hand down the length of her face, smiling at her. She felt something shift, and a deep seeded fear creep up in her as he talked. He moved his hand again, this time moving up towards her throat, letting his fingers linger there for a moment before he blinked, smiling at her once more.

She swallowed hard, unsure of what to say to him next. Fortunately, he moved towards the door. “I will let you know if you are the one dear.” With that he was gone, leaving her with an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach.



CHAPTER 5



She picked up the money, suddenly feeling something akin to disgust. She had just gotten paid for something she did all the time, but somehow what had started off as a sexy thing, had become something dark and bad. She jumped up to clean up the mess, and head for home. Whatever he had meant about being chosen, she would make a point of steering clear of him from this point forward.

That had been then, and ever since he would simply smile at her as he passed her on the way out of the building if he happened to be there. It was no surprise that she rarely saw him anymore, until she noticed him spending a great deal of time with Chelsea, anyway.

Chelsea, for all intents and purposes, was her only true friend. She noticed his frequent visits with her, and Chelsea was gradually changing. Her outfits became more elaborate, and her time was spent with him more often than not. Some days she wouldn’t show up for work at all, calling in to say she was sick, but Lyla knew something different was going on.

As time went on Chelsea had less and less time to spend with Lyla, and she knew something was wrong. When she did see her, her usually bubbly attitude was somehow solemn and quiet, which made no sense. Lyla, did her best to reach out but ultimately knew it wasn’t her situation to handle Whatever the old man had been trying to get from Lyla, he had obviously found in Chelsea.

Late on a Thursday, she watched as Chelsea made her way down the long hallway, carrying a rose with a black ribbon in her hand. She made her way outside and then home, not really thinking about it again.

The next day, she woke to the frantic cries on her phone from Megan, another dancer from the club.

“Chelsea is dead! They found her body in the ditch across the street from the club. They say they may shut it down Lyla, what are we going to do?” She wailed loudly on the other end of the phone.

Lyla sat up with a start. “Wait what? Start over. What are you talking about, Megan?”

After some time went by Lyla had enough information to last her a lifetime. She sat on the corner of her bed, lost in her own world, thinking of her friend. Whoever had done it had been brutal and angry, somehow taking out his frustration on her. She let a tear slip down her face. Chelsea was a good girl, just dancing to pay off her student loans and taking care of her baby boy.

She thought about the last time they had spoken, and how she had smiled as she passed her in the hall to go down for her private dance. “Oh no.” She spoke it out loud.

She shook her head. He couldn’t be behind it. He was just some random old guy who liked pretty girls, that was it. She shifted her focus on the day to come, putting the rest of this behind her.

The police were making rounds, asking a lot of questions, but she had carefully avoided them. She didn’t need the attention, or to accidently say something wrong. She hated police, and everything they had done to her when she and her mother were hungry and homeless. Today was the last day she had to get through before the boys were there tomorrow. She hadn’t worked in days since the club was closed for a while. Tonight, however was another matter, and she needed the distraction. Her mother had cornered her that morning and told her she needed to come to dinner that night. Reluctant to meet yet another boyfriend, she had tried to get out of it, but after an hour she knew it was obviously important to her mother so she had agreed.



CHAPTER 6



Getting out of stripper mode she pulled her mass of hair back, and slipped into a simple black and white dress and pumps. She did her makeup, needed only a little to accentuate her features. Her mother had stressed the need for her to dress nicely, since they were all going to a nice place for dinner. She made her way out to the car and followed the directions she had been given until she pulled into a very nice neighborhood. The community was elaborate and obviously upper-class. She pulled the car into the driveway at the house she had been told to come too. As she knocked on the door, she was surprised to see her mother answer.

“Lyla, I’m so glad you’re here. Come in come in.” She scurried her through the door and finally Lyla met the boyfriend. “This is Alex Randolph; Alex this is Lyla.”

He had a kind face, and he looked at her mother with a sense of complete devotion. Lyla felt her body relax as she watched them together.

“Lyla, Amanda has told me so much about you, I’m am so glad to finally meet you.” He hugged her slightly and then a strange look passed between him and her mother. Something was going on, that much was obvious.

“I’m afraid I can’t say the same, Mr...?”

“Call me Alex, please.” He slipped his arm behind her mother, pulling her to him. “The boys won’t be able to come here to meet us so we are going to have to meet them at the restaurant. We have some time; ow about a drink?”

Lyla nodded and he set off to make her something. She glanced at her mother with a knowing smile on her face.

“What?” Her mother actually blushed as she asked. It was obvious this relationship was far different than any other one she had been in.

He came back with a drink and the three of them settled into the kitchen, all chatting happily about nothing.

“You two seem to be doing well.” Lyla watched her mothers’ face as she asked. It was priceless how she knew her so well. She gave her a reassuring smile. “I guess I just mean you two look happy.”

Her mother turned to face Alex for a moment. “We are.”

He looked at her mother. “Yes we are.” He turned back to look at Lyla. “We are really glad you came to night.” He checked his watch. “You ready to go dear?”

At her nod the three of them filed back outside and she slipped into the door of the Bentley he held open for her. She tried to make some eye contact with her mother, but it was useless, she was so enthralled with him.

As they took the short ride to the restaurant she was once more lost in thought. She could be working tonight, but her mother had made it very clear that this was an important night for them. She could only imagine what was going to happen as they made their way inside. She could practically smell money in the air, the place was so full of the upper class. She felt the air being sucked out of her lungs and immediately needed a break.

They had just been led to their table when she felt like she needed to go. She excused herself to go to the restroom, and made her way down a long corridor to her destination. Once inside she splashed water on her face, taking in long deep breaths. This was not her world, but she could sit through it for tonight, she could do that much for her mother. She straightened her dress, smoothing back her long tresses.

Another moment passed and she made her way back outside and towards the table to enjoy dinner when she finally looked up from the floor. Her heart stopped beating. It was them.

Lyla let her frantic gaze flicker between the two of them, confused. She saw the look of surprise on Nickolas’ face but Charles remained unfazed by the new developments. She was still unable to breathe when Alex introduced her to them.

“Lyla this is Charles and Nick, my sons. They are not much older than you. Boys this is Lyla, Amanda’s only daughter.”