Page 15 of Filthy Ruck

Chelsea

I wasn't surprisedto see Storm waiting for me, or that Dallas Gregory was with him. Neither of them took their eyes off me during my whole performance.

Just by looking, I couldn't tell if Dallas knew who I was outside of Flirts. If I had to guess, I'd say he didn't.

The way Storm's predatory gaze clung to me like a steel trap was subtly different to the last time he was here. Knowing, but wary. Waiting for the play he was sure would come. Or the moment to pull off a play of his own.

Dallas looked at me like I was little more than a beautiful body. A woman to lust after, to covet, but not one he recognised. Should I enlighten him? Possibly, but if Storm hadn't, it was better to keep my mouth shut for now. He'd find out sooner or later. In the meantime, I was going to roll with whatever Storm had in mind.

“Hi,” I greeted cheerfully. “You boys like the show?”

Storm's jaw worked from side to side a couple of times, as if he expected me to greet him some other way. If that was the case, that was his problem.

“Yeah,” Dallas said simply. Judging by the bulge in his pants, he was having difficulty thinking with the head on his shoulders.That was on par for the course around here. Men left their vocabularies at the door.

I placed a hand on his bicep and smiled right at him. Up close, he smelled like leather and soap. His arm was hard under my palm, muscles straining against his sleeves. His hazel eyes were so dark, they were almost green, except for flecks of gold here and there.

“That's great. You boys getting a drink?”

Storm gave me a look as if to ask what I was up to.

I turned my best innocent smile on him. I wasn't up to anything. I was doing my job. Charming the customers. Getting them to loosen up.

“I've got something else in mind.” He jerked his head towards the private rooms.

Just as he did that, Daniel Frost stepped out with Ivy, a grin plastered on his face.

“You guys are everywhere,” I said so only Storm could hear.

He shrugged. “We like it here. Go on, my money is still good.” Apparently he was also determined to separate my two jobs. He wasn't looking at me like a patient would look at a doctor. He was looking at me like I was a possession, to be used however he wanted to. He was making no attempt to pretend otherwise.

His attitude would have pissed off Doctor Chelsea, but the Chelsea who'd been selling herself here for the last couple of years was intrigued. Every time I thought I'd seen and done everything, I was proven wrong. Was that the case here?

I stepped towards the door to a clean private room, and gave both guys a smile over my shoulder. I opened the door and stepped inside, leaving them to follow.

Before the door closed behind them, I caught a glimpse of an older man, his gaze intent on me. Dark eyes watched silently, drinking me in before he disappeared from sight. I’d seen him in Flirts a few times before, but he always kept his distance. For noreason I could identify, he always put me on edge. I couldn’t turn away fast enough, my smile for the other two men.

Dallas looked slightly dazed, but Storm was completely in control of himself. Certain he was in control of the situation.

I didn't bother to correct him. Let him think he was the boss for now. We both knew if he crossed the line, I'd stop playing. Hands on my ample hips, I stood with hooded eyes while he closed the door, and waited for him to tell me what he expected me to do.

He glanced at me before walking over to the card reader and punching in the details. He lifted it to show me an amount larger than the other night. With that, I may never have to work at Flirts ever again. Hell, if he kept paying me like that, I could retire.

“I thought you weren't going to pay for me again,” I said easily. Throwing his words back at him might not be a good idea, but I couldn't help provoking him. I wanted to see what he'd do. How he'd react. If I could make him lose control, even slightly.

Storm leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms. His expression gave away little. Certainly no anger or annoyance. “I'm not paying for me to fuck you. I'm paying to watch him fuck you.” He nodded towards Dallas.

Dallas gaped. His eyes narrowed for a moment, but then widened again. His jaw snapped shut, eyes darker than before, hungrier. He was a much easier read than his teammate. He wanted me. The circumstances didn't matter. He'd claim me, with or without money involved.

“Take your clothes off,” Storm said to me. “Show him what my money is getting him.”

I stepped away from him, to the middle of the room and focused all of my attention on the second-rower. Like I had the other night, I did a slow striptease, removing the clean underwear I just put on. I didn't bother to ask Storm for mypanties. Let him keep them. I had plenty of other pairs. I suspected he'd refuse anyway. He'd keep them like a trophy. A sign of some kind of connection between us.

“So fucking beautiful,” Dallas whispered.

“Why don't you lie down on the bed?" Storm said to him. He turned to me and added, “I want to see you suck him off.”

Dallas scrambled onto the bed and lay back, eyes half-closed. Cock erect as a goal post.

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