Page 5 of Behind the Scenes
I had been so busy in the last few weeks that I hadn’t had time to take care of my own needs, sexual or otherwise.
“I’ve missed you,” the girl answered as her long legs brought her to my desk. “You haven’t come in months.”
Months. Has it really been that long since I visited the club?
I could blame it on the work, but I knew there was another reason I hadn’t gone in a while. It wasn’t because I didn’t enjoy my time there or because the girls didn’t satisfy me.
Trying to get myself off had started to feel like a job. Gettingheroff even more so.
A mundane routine that served a purpose but never provided me with any true excitement.
One of the great joys in life was seeing a woman on the verge of an orgasm. Her head thrown back. Her eyes rolling to the back ofher head. Her body shaking as she got closer and closer to the precipice. The moans, the groans, the whimpers, the whispers.
But I was just… bored. Andsotired.
After years of working my ass off, exhaustion was settling in. The only reason I wasn’t hospitalized with a burnout was that I took care of myself. Gym, healthy food, and anything else I could control.
The club was once a way to let loose, but with my need to control came the inability to fully let go. I could indulge, but only up to a point. I could enjoy the pleasure but never get lost in it.
But I wouldn’t say no to one of my favorite gifts, especially not as a gift from the club owner.
“I’ve been busy,” I murmured, then looked back up to Ax. “I appreciate it. But next time, no need to spoil me.”
She gave me a small shrug before turning and making her way to the door. A woman of few words.
“She knows what to do when you’re done,” she said over her shoulder. “It’s been a pleasure.”
“Apleasure,” I echoed as the sound of the door softly shutting rang through the still room. I dragged my fingers down the girl’s long neck, digging my nails in just enough to cause her to shiver. “You’ll be good for me tonight, won’t you?”
When she nodded, I pulled back with a smile and tugged my hair loose from my ponytail. It cascaded down my back and shoulders and eased the slight tension in my forehead.
“Good,” I purred. “Now on your knees.”
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Ifell in love at a sex club.
Not the most glamorous way to do it, but what else could I say? The girlcaptivatedme.
It was in the way her eyes skimmed the performers as they pleasured each other. The way her full lips tilted when one of them moved or did something she liked.
But most of all, it was in the way she held herself.
She was powerful, and she knew it. And not like in a Hollywood starlet way—the ones drunk on notoriety and the little bit of pocket change they managed to scrounge up by getting a few thousand fans, like that would get them anywhere in life.
She could make people hurt. She could make thempay. And she had some of the most powerful people out there eating out of her hand only so she could dig her perfectly manicured red claws into their jugular when they acted out of line.
So. Fucking. Hot.
I knew I had found the love of my life, and I would stop at nothing to get her.
Even if she was still refusing to work for me. Not that Ireally needed her to—the agency had lawyers. It was just a way in.
I leaned close to the cool window as heat ran through my body in a mix of arousal and jealousy.
The view from my apartment gave me a perfect look into her office—with the help of binoculars, of course. It wasn’t what I’d usually go for, but it was the closest to her place of work. When I was in the city, I could spend all my time watching her through the small side window that she never shuttered.
