Page 12 of Arran's Obsession

“Late notice.” The game was tomorrow night, and every other player had been booked in for weeks.

“We had a dropout. She’s next in line.”

A knock rattled the door, and Shade answered it. He jerked his head for the person to enter. Dixie, one of the strippers, sauntered past him. She was in her club uniform of sky-high heels and a see-through underwear set with her tits pushed high and forwards. Normally if one of the women needed to talk to me, they threw on a robe first.

I gestured to the vacant seat on the other side of my dark-wood desk. “How can I help?”

Dixie slanted a disdainful look at the chair, then rounded the desk to perch on the corner nearest me. She posed, like she would onstage, tipping her body forward, presenting her big tits and narrow waist at the best angle. Then she threw a less indulgent glance at Shade. “Could we have a little privacy?”

Shade tilted his head in bemusement, and I hid a groan.

Every now and again, one of the workers got the wrong idea about me. A seduction routine would play out, and I’d be in the middle of it.

“Shade stays.”

Dixie arched her laminated eyebrows then gave an easy shrug. “If that’s what you guys are into. I’m down for anything. In fact, I’ve been thinking how lonely it must be for you alone in here, Mr Daniels. All that responsibility and no one to share it with.” She inched forwards. “I know you have your crew, but that’s not the same as someone taking care of you. Someone here for your every need.”

My brain shifted gear and left the woman in the middle of her seduction and jumped right back to Genevieve. Who’d let me in. Who’d tended to my bruise like an injury to my flesh mattered.

I’d sat there while she’d done it, my dick hard and every fucking sense gone.

Abruptly, Dixie dropped her bony ass into my lap, curling her arm around my neck. “I’ve been watching you. You’re lonely, I can tell. It takes a woman to know, and obviously none of the other chicks in this henhouse are doing it for you. Let me show you how different I am. Let me be the one to make you feel good.”

Across the room, Shade pressed his hand to his mouth, stifling a laugh.

Dixie unclipped her bra. With impressive speed, she swivelled to straddle me, grinding down on my very uninterested dick. I didn’t budge, making no attempt to steady her or cup her ass. This happened with a regularity like clockwork. One of the newer women would see the opportunity of being my girl and make every move to chase it.

Rolling her hips, Dixie gave up a moan of pleasure, making sure her tits grazed my chest, pushing them to my face. But sweat beaded at her brow. This wasn’t working for her, and she was realising it.

“Fucking hell.” Shade gave up and belly laughed.

Dixie’s gaze flew to him, her lips pouting. Then her chin lifted in triumph as if she’d had a brilliant idea. “Hey, laughing boy, come and join in? Kiss me while I fuck the boss? You can both have me. I’ll unzip you, and you can fuck my mouth right next to him. We can share. Or you can both fuck me at the same time. I’ve been training.”

Shade sighed and tapped on his phone. “I’ll get Alisha.”

Dixie’s eyes brightened. “Yes! Girl on girl. We’ll do whatever you want. I’ll lie on your desk, and she can eat me out right where you can see us.”

Then she made a mistake. Her red-tipped nails dug into my shoulder, straight into the bruise that Genevieve had treated. It wasn’t the pain, but something else that had me shooting to my feet.

Dixie dropped from my lap to the floor.

I stepped back, arms folded, and Shade beside me. At the same second, Alisha swept in, long platinum curls draping elegantly over her purple robe. The older woman raised her eyebrows expectantly at us then spotted her employee on the floor.

Her mouth twisted in frustration. “Not another one. I’m so sorry, Arran. Honey, get the fuck up.”

She advanced on Dixie who was climbing to her heels, shock turning to red-faced humiliation.

“What kind of sex club owner doesn’t like sex?” Dixie whined. “Doesn’t your dick work? Is there something wrong with it?”

If she thought to embarrass me, she was failing. My tolerance was pretty much all out, though.

I gestured to Alisha, my operations manager, though she hated the title and wouldn’t use it. “Get her out of here. But come back after, I need you for something else.”

Dixie shrugged Alisha off, struggling to clip her bra back in place over her rigid fake tits. “Is he yours, then? Why didn’t you say?”

“Yes, he’s mine, and I’m an evil fucking bitch when anyone touches my man.” Alisha gave me a quick wink behind Dixie’s back.

“I didn’t know! I thought he was available. Please don’t fire me.”

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