Page 14 of Dollhouse

It only lasts so long because he breaks our spell.

He blinks. I blink. And like a thief in the night, he’s gone. The only sign I have that he was here is the dirty towel beside the chair, my wet panties, and a racing heart.

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"Tequila, please."I sit on the barstool in front of the now empty bar. It's five in the morning, and the club is now closed. The only ones that remain lingering behind is the staff.

Lin, the bartender, sets a shot of tequila in front of me, and I take it graciously, downing the amber liquor and welcoming the instant warmth. "I'm so fucking tired I could pass out right here," I groan, sliding the empty shot glass across the bar toward her.

"I feel you, girl. Tips are good, but fuck, I hate the weekends." I laugh, pull some money from my bag, and slide it across the bar toward her.

"I know, it's crazy here. But I'm going home now and passing the fuck out." I wave her goodbye and move to stand when Cassie comes into sight. She loops her arm with mine and practically drags me out of the club with a very dramatic groan.

"Let's hurry the fuck up before I fall asleep while driving." I roll my eyes at her and take her car keys.

"I'll drive." I throw my bag in the backseat and climb into the driver's seat and quickly start the engine.

"How were your VIP rooms tonight? I had two bachelor parties, and you know how those are." I nod because I do. I've never had a bachelor party in a VIP room before, but I have dealt with them on the main floor, and that is no fun. They always act like entitled pricks.

My mind is still stuck on the hazel-eyed man back inside room six who got himself off while watching me. Talk about an ego boost. He could've chosen another dancer tonight, but he chose me. I squeeze my thighs together at the image of him. My panties have been wet ever since I left the room.

"Earth to Tate! Talk to me. What happened tonight?" I look over at her, contemplating if I should tell her what happened or not. I wonder if she's ever had that experience before. Yes, I'd seen people touch themselves while I've performed, but never has it been a whole show like tonight. Hazel Eyes put on a show of his own. A show just for me.

Deciding to share, I start, "Tonight, in one of my rooms, this guy…" My words could use a pause, because I'm not a prude, but I don't want just to blurt out that I watched a guy come. He came on his hand then licked it. No rule states the clients can't pleasure themselves, so he isn't at risk of losing his membership. "He… he jerked off in the room." We look at each other, and instantly we both burst out in laughter.

"Lucky bitch! I haven't seen or had a dick in way too long! I'm a fucking virgin again," Cassie exhales dramatically.

"Me too! It's been way too damn long since I've been touched." Nine months, to be exact.

"You need to get a BOB or get laid."

"You're one to talk! You haven't been on a date in weeks, and I don't need a BOB." B.O.B. is battery operated boyfriend. A vibrator. I'm not against sex toys, but my fingers and the showerhead work just fine for me. For now, at least.

"Because I've been dating a bunch of losers, and I'm over it. At least I can make myself orgasm. These loser guys I've dated couldn't even do that much. I'm tired of teaching boys how to touch me and where my clit is," she says, reclining her seat back with a sigh. When Cassie and I first met, she was dating someone new every week. Now it's been at least two months since she's been out, and this is the longest I've ever known her to be without male attention. She's beautiful, and men have a way of gravitating naturally toward her.

Cassie shares her wild sex stories with me on the ride home, and the moment we step inside our apartment, she excuses herself to her bedroom. I hold back my laughter when I hear the faint buzz of her vibrator and her soft purrs. Silently giggling to myself, I strip out of my sweats that I'd changed into after work and go straight to the shower.

With my showerhead on the highest personal massage setting, I put it between my legs and let orgasm after orgasm rake through my body, all the while imagining hazel eyes and that magnificent pierced cock.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" Eli snaps, his fingers tangled in his hair as he aggressively pulls at the roots, his elbows resting on his desk.

"I wanted to see her." I shrug, while Rowen, who's sitting beside me, rolls his eyes, mumbling a "Dumbass" under his breath.

"Why? Why the fuck did you have to go there? We agreed to stay away!" Eli turns his attention toward his computer and types away, turning the monitor to face Rowen and me. On the monitor is the video recording from tonight at Sinners, in VIP room six. A grin spreads across my lips when I see my little butterfly appear on the screen, putting on a show just for me as I sit there, getting myself off. Fuck, she's a goddess. I haven't come that hard in a long fucking time. I wonder how hard I'd come inside of her tight little cunt. Better yet, I wonder if she'd let me go bare and fill her with my seed, then watch as she clenches and pushes it all out. Fuck. I'm getting hard just at the thought.

Rowen groans, turning the screen back around. "Fuck man, I don't want to watch you fuck yourself." I laugh and spread my legs, grabbing my crotch to adjust my growing dick.

"What were you doing there?" Eli asks, leaning back in his chair.

"What does it look like he's doing there?" Rowen mumbles with a shake of his head.

"I wanted to watch my butterfly dance. That's what I was doing there." She's been mine from the moment I saw that butterfly tattoo on the back of her left shoulder. She's mine, and I'm not going to let her fly away before I've had a chance to have my fun.

Eli shoots me a look that makes me roll my hazel-colored eyes, waving my hand through the air. "Save the speech. I'm not going to fuck up the plan. I just wanted to have a little bit of fun."

"It's happening tomorrow night. Rowen, set it up. And King, keep your fucking hands to yourself. I don't want to watch you getting off to her. You know what we have to do."

"That doesn't mean we can't have some fun in the meantime. And why the fuck were you watching her tonight?" I counter. Eli looks at me with a slow smirk spreading across his mouth.

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