Page 94 of Scarred Hearts

“I am,” I replied, matching her mood. “Who’ve you got for me?” I asked as we strode side by side toward the bar area.

“He’s been a member since day one and kept asking about the girl with the pink hair every time he came in, but you were gone.”

We came to a halt in front of a couple, their bodies elegantly poised and perfectly in sync. The man stood a few inches taller than me, his slim figure adorned with a well-tailored suit that accentuated his broad shoulders. His sandy brown hair was neatly styled, and a thick mustache arched over his top lip, giving him an air of sophistication.

The woman next to him exuded luxury and grace, her expensive jewelry shimmering under the dancing lights. Her hair, styled in a short bob, matched his in color and framed her delicate features.

Roxy extended her hand to them. “This is Doctor Dennis Clemens and his wife, Regina. She’d like to watch you please her husband. And they are precious.”

Tucking my lips into my mouth, I nodded at the code. If a couple was precious, money was no object, and we were given permission to charge them extra. “Nice to meet you both. I’m afraid I no longer please clients in that way, but I’d be happy to make sure you have the time of your lives.”

“That’s totally fine with me,” Regina raked her gaze over me. “Am I allowed to get naked?”

“You’re welcome to do what makes you comfortable, but I do have rules. I’ll go over them with you both on the way to the room.” I glanced between them as Roxy gave me a smile and dismissed herself to speak to other members and first-timers in the bar. “Did you get the key from reception?”

“Oh, yes!” Dennis held the keycard up eagerly.

Taking both their hands in mine, I led them down the far hallway into the third room on the left as I went over the rules with them. “Number one, you can place your hands on my breasts, but you may not squeeze my nipples or try to arouse me. Number two, there’s to be no kissing between me and either of you, but you’re welcome to kiss each other. Number three, you can’t touch my pussy, but my legs are fine. Nothing above mid-thigh.”

Tyler hadn’t given me specific ranges about that last one, but I didn’t want to take chances, and though he said he’d be busy, I wouldn’t have put it past him to be watching me on the other side of the glass from the private hall.

The room was illuminated with a soft glow. The black walls were adorned with intricate metalwork and silver accents. Aromas of exotic oils and incense wafted around in the air, creating a relaxing yet sensual atmosphere. The bed was a masterpiece of leather and elaborate metal, the visual centerpiece of the room.

“Are you ready?” I asked, leading them inside and withdrawing my hands from theirs.

Dennis nodded, practically salivating at the sight before him. Regina, however, seemed a bit more hesitant.

Understanding they may not be familiar with the lifestyle yet, I checked on her. “Are you okay?”

She nodded. “I just can’t believe you’re back, and we’ve been waiting for this moment for so long.”

“I’m happy I can help,” I beamed. “If you want to, you can sit over here in this chair.” I took her hand in mine again. “This will give you the best view, unless you want to sit with us.”

Her eyes widened. “Can I?”

“Of course!” I gently led her to the plush sofa, and she sank down onto it, drawing one leg up onto the cushion as her husband sat next to her. His eyes remained fixated on me, unable to look away. I walked over to the sleek sound system, my fingers scrolling through the options until I found the perfect song; something sensual and unforgettable.

As the music began to play, I swayed back toward them, keeping my focus on her first. I wanted her to feel comfortable and at ease. I’d been in too many situations where a wife thought she was okay watching me with her husband, only to freak out later.

Sitting between them, I stroked her thigh first, then his. She blushed slightly, her eyes gleaming with excitement. Dennis watched the exchange with a mixture of awe and lust.

Suddenly, I froze, looking directly at the mirrored window, seeing my reflection while being intimate with someone other than Tyler. It felt like someone was watching, though I could’ve been wrong. Whenever I danced in either club, it was always only for Tyler. Not once had I ever danced for anyone but him in my mind since arriving at the club.

The night of my audition, I knew it drove him insane. That moment was for him. Maybe at the time, I was just trying to be the best dancer I could be for my audition. Looking back now, when I was finished, he was all I could think about. I fought off those feelings out of respect for his situation at the time, but deep down inside, I ached for him in some way.

Pretending he was on the other side of the glass in the private hallway, I shimmied off the sofa, dancing slowly, moving my hips in a sultry rhythm that echoed the melody. Regina couldn’t take her eyes off me, her breathing deepening with each undulating movement.

Dennis was also captivated, his eyes locked onto my every action. Unable to contain his desire any longer, he reached out and touched his wife’s bare shoulder, his fingers feathering along her pale skin.

Perfect. I twisted around, sitting on his lap, putting my arms behind my head as I ran my fingers through his hair.

“Can I touch you?” he whispered loudly over the music.

I nodded, withdrawing my hands and continuing to grind my hips on him. Both of them reached out, stroking my sides while I continued to dance to the music. Sitting up ever so slightly, I removed my top. Allowing them a better view, I stood, shaking my breasts for them as I swayed.

Regina surprised me by reaching into the elastic of her skirt, playing with herself as she watched me. “Sit on my husband again,” she said.

Nodding with a faux smile, I slipped my bottoms off, leaving them in a puddle on the floor. They both shifted in their seats, and I could tell he had an erection. I sashayed back over to the couch, sitting in his lap once again. Moving my hips to the rhythm, I closed my eyes, pretending it was Tyler I was dancing for, before opening them, when I felt a hand slip up my thigh.

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