Page 11 of Unbreakable

I start to move my body as the beat continues to reverberate around the room. Slowly moving my arms up above my head then bringing them back down, dragging them along my body. When I reach my breasts I stop and begin to squeeze, moving my fingers across my pebbled nipples that are pressing against the fabric of my bra. Throwing my head back in ecstasy, my body comes alive knowing that four sets of eyes are glued to my every movement.

I lift up on my knees, thrusting my breasts in the face of the man I’m straddling, and reach back to unhook my bra, allowing it to drop in my lap. The man quickly juts out his tongue, licking across my nipple. I can’t stop the moan that escapes my lips.

“Now, now Bart. You’re not supposed to touch without my permission. The little witch is mine. Let her up so that she can turn around and sit on your lap, facing me.” his rich deep voice requests of his friend.

He pops my nipple out of his mouth, giving me a slight wink as he takes my hand and helps me stand. I slowly turn and face the man whose name is still unknown to me.

“Shall I leave my g-string on or take it off?” I ask, as I move my feet wider apart, shifting my weight onto one leg and jut my hip out.

“Aren't we a defiant little one. Were you given permission to talk? If you were mine, that ass would be red right now. Leave them on, sit on Bart’s lap and continue what you were doing. Remember Lil’ Witch, no talking unless you are given permission.”

I don’t know what the fuck it is, but the way he is talking to me has me horny as hell. I know I should be pissed about how he’s speaking, and if it was anyone else I would be, but with him, I crave it. I want it.

I lower my body back onto Bart’s lap, spreading my legs wide, giving my charcoal eyed god an excellent view of my scantily covered mound that is now showing the evident wet stain of my arousal.

I continue to gyrate, Bart’s cock growing hard under me as my eyes are locked on the man in front of me, whose face is giving no expression. Just an intense stare. I continue to move until the beat stops and there is a rap at the door from the bouncer, a signal that the time is up.

I slowly stand, bending over to pick up my bra that has fallen to the floor, when I yelp from the sudden pain of teeth biting into my ass. I quickly return to standing, spinning to face the culprit who has a shit eating grin on his face.

He leans into me, putting his mouth right at my ear. “Your ass tastes delicious. I bet your sweet pussy tastes even better. Thanks for the show kitten.” Bart whispers. Is whisper even the right word? No. It was much more like a growl.

He moves away from me with the other two men following him, the three of them exiting the room.

“Sit,” comes from my unknown fantasy.

“What they did tonight, touching you, is never to happen with anyone else without my permission. When do you work again?” he asks, his tone serious and controlling.

“In three days.” Why the fuck am I telling this stranger my schedule?

“What time does your shift end that night?”

“Three.” I tell him, as I lower my gaze to the floor.

“I will be here waiting for you when you get off work that night.” He hands his phone to me as he is speaking. “Put your number in here . You were disobedient tonight, and we need to have a conversation before we continue any further.” he continues as I key my number into his phone and hand it back to him.

He moves across the room towards the door, before turning back to me one last time. “Remember what I said Lil’ Witch.” He opens the door, passing through it before closing it behind him, leaving me alone and half naked and totally fucking clueless as to what the hell just happened.

Thankfully, I’m standing by the couch when my legs turn to jelly and I fall backwards, landing in a seated position on it.

The rest of my shift flies by uneventfully with another set on the stage, three more private dances and a ton of lap dances out on the floor.

I’m dead tired when I wake up the next morning but then it hits me, classes start today and I jump out of bed with energy I wasn’t even aware I had. I think it’s more knowing that this year is the last opportunity I have of obtaining any type of college education. Once I return home and marry the man my father owes money to, my life will no longer be my own and an education is nonexistent in the future that is planned for me.

I’m even more excited for the psychology class I have today. I’ve always wanted to be a youth counselor, helping to mold young impressionable minds through their troubling adolescent period.

When I got home last night I was so exhausted I decided to skip a shower, so I know I need to wash the stench of the club off me. I head to the bathroom to take a quick shower. Knox was coming over to get me so I sent him a text to let himself in with the spare key I gave him the other day.

I’m mid way through my shower when I hear a knock on the bathroom door just before I hear it crack slightly open.

“Hey Ari, I’m here and I’m going to start the coffee. You got until it's done brewing to get your ass out of the shower, dressed and in the living room.” he yells out so I can hear him over the spray of the water before he closes the door.

Twenty minutes later, I’m out and dressed with my wet hair pulled into a messy bun. I’m wearing my favorite pair of sneakers along with ripped jeans and a form fitting t-shirt sporting the logo, Got Cock? I put on just a light layer of powdered foundation and some mascara and call it a fucking day.

Walking into the living room, I stop and have to appreciate Knox’s ass in those tight as hell jeans. He’s so busy with making our to go cups of coffee, he doesn’t even hear me come into the room. He jumps when I clear my throat to get his attention.

“You scared the shit out of me!” he exclaims.

“You might want to go home and change your underwear.” I smirk as I move my hands in front of my face in a waving motion, insinuating that he stinks.

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