His Price(3)

I didn't know where these feelings had boiled up from. He was just another guy, here at the strip club, only to get off in some way. No different than anyone else; that's why they all came here.

“I can't promise I won't try and grab that sweet ass of yours,” he said, biting his lower lip.

“Those are the rules. I can go find someone else. There are plenty of men here to choose from.”

He pulled a large roll of money from his pocket. “I have a lot of time on my hands, do you have the time for me?”

“Look, Buddy, money talks to some of these girls and they don't give a fuck what you do to them. I can go get one of them right now if that's what you're looking for. But I just dance, that's it. I'm not a whore.” Folding my arms over my chest, one leg shot out to the side.

His stare fell from my face to my leg, eyes walking over the bare skin, tongue running across his bottom lip. “Fair enough, then dance already,” he said, jerking his head up to the ceiling.

If this guy even tries to lay a finger on me, he's going to end up with my heel in his face.

Closing my eyes, I listened to the sounds filling the room. Rocking my hips, I gyrated towards him, letting the music fill my body, rolling to its beat. I placed my hands on his shoulders, pussy swaying against his pants.

Most of the men I'd danced for talked while I was working. They would tell me I looked beautiful, how I had a nice body, anything to try and get me to go a step further.

I waited for this stranger to do the same, but he didn't.

Annoyance started to fill my gut; he was sitting motionless, no words crawling out over his tongue. “You have a name?” I asked. Bending over in front of him, I ran my hands up over my ass, pushing the fabric up towards my back.

“Does it matter?” His palm rested on the table, fingers spread wide. His free hand rolled the wad of cash aimlessly.

“I was just asking. But fine, sit there like a mute. Doesn't matter to me.” Whipping my hair around, I peered at him over my shoulder.

“It's Hegan.” Pulling a five dollar bill from his roll, he tucked it into the diamond cut out on the small of my back. “How about you just dance and if I have a question I'll ask you.”

“My god you're a prick, huh?” Turning to face him, I slid a leg over his lap, grinding down.

I could feel his cock, enlarged and bulging through his jeans. Well he can't say he's not turned on. I tried not to laugh out loud, but a slight giggle escaped my lips.

“What?” he asked, muscles twitching around his brow.

“Nothing, I'm just glad to know you're at least enjoying this.” Smiling brightly, I got pleasure from his arousal. Pressing down onto his lap, the warmth of my panties surprised me.

I never got turned on at work; I tried hard to stay focused but this guy had started to soak me from the inside out. The wetness had begun to coat my thighs, my clit swelled to the forming mass beneath me.

Pushing off of his lap, I stepped back, my eyes wide and confused over the desire he was driving into my core. Gazing at the dampened flesh of his arms, I saw the sweat trickling over his temples. I had the urge to drag him in the back and let him have his way with me.

Alright, settle down. Focus! Focus! He's a customer, don't let him pull you in.

“What's wrong? Feel something you like?” His grin widened as his hand gripped the bulge between his legs.

“Stop it, this dance can end right now.” Nervously I ran my fingers through my hair, my breathing intensified as my ribs stretched to their limits.

He was making me nervous as hell, and honestly... I enjoyed it.

His eyes froze on me, their deep green color almost black under the lights. I watched his jaw cock out to the side, making him look like he was cut from steel. His muscles pulsed, shirt contracting around each hardened arm as they thickened.

Suddenly, I felt like he was dancing for me. The way his body shifted in the chair, hard-on pinned against his jeans, sent me into overdrive.

“Hey, you're the one who set the rules; I'm doing just as you asked. Sitting here, not touching you. I can't stop you from seeping all over my leg. But I'm not surprised; you're not the first woman to cream from just touching me.”

This guy thinks he's God's gift to the world, and I'm the one losing control. I didn't need his money, there were other men to dance for. I wanted to just turn and walk away, but my feet felt heavy as cement, legs weak at the knees.

He was fucking hot as hell and not like any of the other guys that strolled in here. I only saw guys like him during a bachelor party, the rest of the time it was gross perverts, looking to get laid, or as close as they could to it.

“What? Nothing to say? Come on, babe, finish the dance already, before I get bored.” Palming his erection, he draped his tongue over his teeth.