Page 8 of Sire: On Your Knees

"You might as well drop them arms and get comfortable. I need every inch of you on display tonight."

Sire's words nearly made me puke my lunch on the elevator floor. I managed to keep it together by taking slow, deep breaths. Unfortunately, it didn't calm my racing heart. I was terrified of what came next.

Sire was silent the entire ride to Pleasures. Whatever was on his mind troubled him so much it could be felt. His energy pulsed, dragging me deeper into a mental enigma where Iscrambled to figure him out. The scowl on his face was also a warning he was not in the best mood, so I fought against my innate nature to nurture by focusing on my plan to escape.

Because we were in the city, we arrived at the club really fast. Faster than I was ready for, but he wasted no time hopping out before coming around to open my door for me.

I remained in my seat, facing forward and pretending I didn't see him. Without warning, Sire snatched me out by my arm. He didn't miss a step as he led me through the back entrance while I tried not to break an ankle in the stupid heels he'd given me. We entered through a dressing room filled with girls who ran around getting ready for the night. Each of us had on a tiny outfit that left nothing to the imagination.

I nearly fell on my face multiple times as he took me directly to the house mom. "She's yours for the evening."

When I nearly fell from Sire abruptly snatching away, his hands grabbed my waist to steady me. Trails of fire flowed from every place he touched. I gasped, shocked by my body's reaction. Time even slowed a little when I glanced up to find those troubled brown eyes again. For a moment, something innocent washed across his face before he frowned.

Sire walked off without a backward glance. I didn't understand how he could be so cold. What he was asking me to do was savage. I didn't sign up for this shit, yet he somehow expected me to just perform like a good girl. Too bad I wasn't a good girl. I was a grown ass woman who'd had enough of letting men treat her terribly.

The woman in front of me was light-skinned with a face full of dramatic makeup. "Welcome to Pleasures, sweetheart. What's your name?"

"Noonie."

I folded my arms over my chest again while looking at all the BBL baddies floating through the room. I seemed to be the onlyone who had an issue with being here. I focused back on the woman when she nodded and began circling me like a predator.

"Okay, Noonie. You're going to go for a good penny. I hope you're ready." Walking over to her table, she handed me a bottle of baby oil. I looked down at it skeptically. "Go ahead and get oiled up so you can hit the floor."

I was hesitant to accept the bottle. She noticed and commented on it. "Relax. It's going to be fine. This is not the place for all that scary shit."

I swallowed my nerves, doing as I was told. "Wh-what's your name?" I stuttered from my nerves.

"Lexus."

A girl rushed up to Lexus, asking for a tampon and temporarily distracting her. I used the time to look around the room. There were only two doors inside. The way we came in and then a door leading to what I guessed were restrooms or something.

I nearly fell as a girl came strutting into the room and bumped me. "Excuse you," she snapped like she wasn't the one in the wrong.

I scowled but kept quiet. I wasn't here to make friends, but I wasn't necessarily looking to make enemies, either. There was something more important on the line than my pride. My freedom hung in the balance, and I was going to do everything in my power to grab on to it.

Once I was glistening like a glazed donut, I placed the bottle of oil back on the table. From where I stood waiting on Lexus, I could hear whispering from behind me. I didn't turn around, but I listened in.

"I don't feel like sharing Johns with another bitch."

"Her scary ass ain't gone make no money."

"I don't know. Her ass is kinda fat, and it looks real... them titties, too."

I felt sick hearing them discuss me in such a degrading way. I stole a glance over my shoulder to see three girls huddled in a corner, watching me. Of course, one was the girl who'd bumped me.

"Don't pay them jealous hos any attention. Let's go," Lexus advised when she walked up on me.

Snatching my hand, she led me out of the room. I had a hard time steadying my weight in the stupid heels that should've been illegal. I gasped when we exited the hallway and entered the main floor.

Multi-colored lights painted the walls. Money floated through the air in currents. Liquor bottles were served with sparklers and giant digitized boards. Women were everywhere, shaking ass to the music that vibrated the walls. Webbie's "Let Me See" was currently blasting, and them girls were going hard. I'd never seen ass cheeks move in so many directions in my life.

"Show time," Lexus announced with a smile.

I tried to swallow my bile for a second time tonight, but I knew before it was all over everything I'd eaten was coming back up. Preferably not on a customer, or it might cost me something when I had no more to give.

I tried my best to be sexy while winding my hips. My body had gotten me booked for a private dance, and I was thankful. It gave me a chance to hide from Sire's piercing glare. The moment I walked on the main floor, his eyes tracked me like a fucking maniac. I hated it, but not more than I hated this stranger thinking his money was good enough to have access to my body.

"Come here so I can put my face in them titties," he requested with a slur. The alcohol was on his ass real bad, and I was wise enough to use it to my advantage.

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