Page 51 of Depraved Desires

Abruptly, he stood, catching me off guard. Before I could fall flat on my ass, he grabbed me and helped steady me. “Then let’s go.” He grabbed my hand and led me away from the couch, his movements urgent.

“What about the rest of the dance?” I panicked, remembering my money was still stashed in that drawer.

“Fuck the dance.”

“Go to the front desk, tell them you want to book me, and I’ll meet you in the room. Okay?”

The man slowed to a stop and glanced over at me. As if realizing how frantic he was being, he huffed a laugh and nodded. “You’re right,” he agreed. “Just don’t keep me waiting.”

I internally rolled my eyes, ready to get this over with. Shooting him another smile, I turned my back and rushed back to the dance area. Relief consumed me when I saw that my money was exactly where I’d left it. Grabbing it, I rushed to the locker room and tossed it in my locker, before making my way back into the main part of the club.

The man was nowhere in sight, meaning he was probably waiting for me, and that also meant someone would be coming to get me soon to tell me what room he was in.

Deciding to stop by the bar before I put myself through this again, I requested a double shot of tequila and knocked it back, the contents leaving a bitter taste in my mouth and starting a fire within my chest. This job was mentally draining and degrading, but I just had to keep reminding myself that it was only temporary.

Right on cue, Candy made her way toward me, her long black hair swinging with every movement. Her dark gaze took me in before her lips tilted in a sneer. For some reason, she didn’t like me much, but I didn’t give a shit.

“Room twenty-four is yours,” she said, before spinning on her heels and walking off.

Good talk.

From what I gathered, some girls here had something against newcomers. Something about them stealing clients and the girls missing out on money because of it. I really didn’t give a shit because this place was almost always packed.

When I reached the assigned room, I made sure to put a ‘do-not-disturb’ sign on the outside of the door. None of the doors had locks for obvious reasons in order to protect the girls from getting hurt.

The man was already waiting for me, seated on the bed, a glass of champagne in his hand. I grabbed a condom from the bowl located on the table against the wall and drifted forward. My tits were still out, but oh well. It was a strip club.

“Get on the bed,” the man ordered, setting his glass on the side table, and rising.

The need to tell him to go fuck himself was strong. I hated being treated like some common whore, but this was a job that I chose. I needed to follow the rules and make a bag.

Making my way over to the bed, I lowered myself onto it and obeyed. He eagerly stripped out of his clothes and took the condom from me where he proceeded to roll it on.

“Take off your panties and shoes,” he demanded.

Sinking my teeth into the inside of my cheek, I removed my underwear, followed by my heels. It was moments like these that made me hate my life. It wasn’t always bad, but when they made me feel like a cheap hole to sink themselves into, that’s when it was the hardest.

Once I was completely bare, the man stared at me for a long moment, almost as if he was trying to determine whether the money had been worth it to book me. The guys here were extremely picky about who they spent their money on. I didn’t blame them considering there were dozens of women at their disposal.

Finally, he climbed on the bed, hovering over me. The scent of his aftershave strangled my senses, causing me to scrunch up my nose. The smell wasn’t necessarily bad, but it was strong. Most of the guys I’d been with didn’t have any facial hair, and I was beginning to learn that was a preference of mine.

Right as he was about to insert himself inside me, the door swung open. A startled gasp flew past my lips, right as the man turned to look at the intruder.

Confusion skittered through me, followed by disbelief. Rocky’s gaze darted between me and the man for several seconds before he made a beeline directly for me. Grabbing me by the arm, he forced me off the bed and backed me into the wall, putting himself between me and the stranger.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I demanded. While I was mad that he stormed in here the way he did at my place of employment, it was also hot as fuck.

“I have to talk to you.”

The man stood, towering over Rocky. “We’re kind of in the middle of something here,” he snapped. “She’s already paid for.”

Rocky reached into his back pocket and counted out a few bills. Throwing them at the man, he grabbed my hand and tugged me out of the room, obviously not caring that I was completely naked.

“I have to get dressed,” I told him. “Meet me out front.”

I hadn’t expected to hear from Rocky at all after the way he’d abruptly left. Not to mention, he never bothered to give me any kind of explanation nor did he reply to any of my messages. Part of me wanted to leave him hanging, just like he did to me. But the other part of me wanted to hear what he had to say. What was so important that he came to my job and interrupted my work?

As soon as I reached the dressing room, I put on my T-shirt and jeans that I’d come here in. Taking out all my money, I hurriedly counted how much I made and then bagged it all up. There would be a fee for leaving work early, and Michael would probably be butt-hurt, but it was the least of my worries right now.

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