Page 50 of Depraved Desires

“He’s cute,” she continued with a casual shrug, making sure to keep her voice low. “I’d fuck him if I hadn’t already.”

This got my attention. Turning to face her with wide eyes, my mouth opened and closed as I worked to find the right words. “Are you seriously trying to push your sloppy seconds off on me?” I questioned, raising an accusing eyebrow.

She laughed in response. “I’m just saying. He’s a decent lay too.”

“Then you fuck him.” I swirled the contents in my glass around before taking my first drink, the contents immediately warming my chest.

“Uh-uh,” she replied without hesitation. “I’m a one and done kind of girl.”

I was beginning to like her more and more after every interaction we had. While she resembled a typical stuck-up barbie doll, she had her own set of rules that she followed, and I admired that. She also wasn’t anything like those plastic bitches at the academy despite her appearance.

The one and done thing was something I could relate to. It was a rule I had for myself even before joining the academy.

Michael returned, setting the drink down in front of Star and turning his attention back to me. His gaze roamed over me, the hunger in them hard to miss. This has become somewhat of a routine. I’d come to the bar, and he’d stare at me while I finished my drink. Eventually, it didn’t feel weird but normal.

“What time does your shift end?” he questioned, leaning his arms on the countertop.

“Two. What about you?” My question was more of a formality. I had no interest in knowing when his shift ended.

“Midnight. Maybe I’ll come find you after my shift and buy a dance.”

Star snorted in amusement, causing me to look in her direction. Her gaze was lit up with mischief, almost like she was enjoying this. I rolled my eyes and returned my attention to the boy standing before me. If he wanted a dance, I couldn’t exactly turn him down. After his shift, he’d officially be a paying customer.

I shrugged and took a small sip of my beverage. “If you want to, I can’t stop you.” Talissa was very adamant about that rule alone. We weren’t allowed to turn down paying customers unless they got physically violent or didn’t respect certain boundaries.

“Great.” He smiled, revealing his chipped tooth. “I’ll see you later, then.”

Nodding, I knocked back the rest of my drink, slamming it down on the table. Star did the same just in time for her name to be called on stage. Putting two fingers to her temple in a gun-like shape, she pretended to pull the trigger, her eyes rolling dramatically into the back of her head.

“I’ll catch you after my set if you aren’t busy,” she said before sauntering off toward the main stage.

While she was gone and after having a drink, I knew it was time to get back to work. So, I started making my rounds, socializing with random guys until one was interested enough to ask me for a dance. This guy was probably in his thirties, but it was better than him being old as shit.

We made our way to the couches where another dancer was already performing, straddling the guy’s lap while she air-humped him sensually. I helped ease my client onto the sectional, his eyes lighting up hungrily.

“Money first.” I smirked, holding out my hand.

Reaching into his pocket, he dug out thirty dollars and slapped it into my palm. I opened the drawer to the side table and stuffed the cash inside so that I didn’t accidentally lose it.

Slowly, my hips started to sway to the beat as I inched closer to him. In small, calculated movements, I crawled onto his lap, feeling his boner immediately. My stomach coiled with disgust, but I didn’t let that stop me. The man’s hands moved to grip my waist which I always allowed. The only time I put a stop to touching was if they tried to finger me—which has already happened on two occasions. The unknown man tilted his head back, looking up at me through steel-gray eyes. For an older guy, he was attractive in a rugged kind of way. He was definitely older than Monroe by at least four to five years.

My hips moved in circular motions as I grinded down on him, the bulge in his pants rubbing against my thin panties. My eyes remained locked on his the entire time, knowing that’s exactly what they liked. With one hand, I reached behind me and pulled the string that secured my top in place. The piece of fabric dropped to the floor, giving him the perfect view of my chest.

He growled in approval, eyes darkening as he took me in. “I might just have to book you for a room,” he told me, tightening his grip around my waist.

“You want to feel my pussy?” I purred in his ear, my breath hot and voice seductive. The power this job gave me was unlike anything I’d ever felt. Especially when the guys weren’t too bad to look at. Sure, fucking for money wasn’t ideal, but it was too good to pass up. Just the mere thought of milking this guy for everything he was worth had my panties dampening.

“Fuck yes.”

A slow smile stretched across my face. “Tell me what you want to do to me,” I continued, keeping my voice low and trying to keep him entertained throughout the dance.

Changing positions, I moved onto the couch so that I was on my hands and knees, his legs positioned beneath my stomach. This put my ass directly in front of him. I maintained the same pace, making sure he got his money’s worth and started moving my ass, making it bounce for him.

Being this close to him permitted me to feel his heart, and boy, was it beating. He muttered a curse, taking a hand and allowing it to move over my back before he reached my ass and grabbed a handful.

“I want you to ride my cock,” he forced out, his breathing labored from lust. “I want to feel you clenching all around me.”

“I can make that happen for you.” I smiled, glancing at him over my shoulder.

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