I didn’t plan to become a stripper who performs live sex shows. But that’s what happened. It’s what I do, and I’m good at it. I was going to go on and do something with my life. I was going to be something more than just a piece of ass. But that’s not how it worked it out.
Men don’t control me. Not anymore. Not until my best friend left and hecame into my life.
I don’t want lose myself and drown in another man. But I’m afraid it’s already too late.
I don’t want lose myself and drown in another man. But I’m afraid it’s already too late.
**This book is intended for mature audiences only due to graphic depictions of sex and bad language.**
At eleven p.m. I stood center stage, my turquoise, jeweled outfit
glittering against my tan skin. Men and women alike stared hungrily at me only
feet away from the elevated stage. I knew what they were seeing. I’d been in
this business long enough to know what image I portrayed. I was the mythical
mermaid, with aqua hair. My body was perfect. No one could deny that. I was
curvy, not some stick figure like a lot of the girls who took their clothes off
for money. My thighs were thick, but toned. My stomach was flat, an aqua blue
ring hung from my belly button matching my waist length hair. A half sleeve of
tattoos covered my left arm, the bright colors swirling around my bicep. The
top I wore pushed the thick globes of my fake breasts together. My permanently
hard nipples pressed at the bejeweled fabric. Glittering strands hung down from
beneath my top and brushed against the exposed flesh of my stomach. The skirt I
wore was knee length, and glittered as brightly as my top, concealing the
sparkling g-string beneath.
I’d stood here before a crowd of hungry patrons hundreds of times,
but I knew it would never get old. Victor’s face niggled at my brain.
Disappointment in missing my best friend swamped me, but I didn’t let it
consume me. I pushed it aside. I was the Jewel of the sea; losing my Poseidon
wouldn’t change anything. I would get through this dance with the so-called
Ripper and call Luke Masterson tomorrow, the owner of Rapture. The
millionaire would have a few choice words for Jimmy.
The electronica pop music kicked in and I jerked my hips to the
side in a quick motion, before bringing them full circle and running my hands
through my hair. It hung loose down my back and brushed against the top of my
skirt. The crowd hooted in front of me, and a man yelled out something lewd
that I ignored. The thrum of the beat picked up and I turned my body around in
a fluid movement giving the crowd a view of my thick backside covered in the
tight skirt. Groans from the crowd followed. I shook my ass, holding my arms
above my head. The music built in cadence picking up with each second,
spiraling through me like an orgasm.
*Yes!* Pink and blue hues of florescent light flickered across my
skin. The cheers from the crowd started to fade away as I let *instinct *take
over. At least that’s what I called it. There was something about music
that just sucked me in, pulled me down into its suffocating depths and made me
its own, where I focused on nothing but that hot pulsing beat as it shattered
around me.
When the tempo dropped my body did as well as I bent at the knees,
my back arching like I was going under a limbo bar on the lowest level. I
tilted my head back knowing full well I was giving the crowd an enticing view
of my cleavage. Touching my hand to my mouth, I blew them a kiss from my
bubblegum pink lips.
On the next thunder of music I was standing up writhing my body
away from the crowd to the massive clear bowl at center stage. It was about six
months into my gig dancing at Rapture that someone came up with the glass bowl
idea. I was Rapture’s Jewel of the sea, so naturally I should writhe in a giant
glittering bowl of baby oil.
I climbed to the top of the clear steps and walked into the bowl.
My feet sank into the oil. The silky touch of the liquid comforted me. I twirled
around the pole in the center just as more oil fell from a spout above, to
shower my chest and below in its glistening substance. The actual container
only had a few inches of oil in the bottom. It would be half-way full by the
time I finished. I shed my skirt slowly, letting it slide off my
slickening thighs. The spout coated me in the warm oil and I gave
myself over, letting the music own my body. The thick beat thrummed through my
veins. It engulfed me completely, like meeting a long lost lover after years
apart, ravaging me from the inside out until I was nothing but slick writhing
cells.
I didn’t come back to myself until the music started to ebb,
signaling the end of my dance. This was usually when Victor came out to join
me, entering from stage left. He would be shirtless, wearing pants that matched
my outfit with a gold pitchfork in his hand, like Poseidon the Greek god of the
sea. The idea behind the whole scene was that I was some precious jewel
Poseidon had discovered on the bed of the ocean floor, and now he had come to
ravish me. Tonight I didn’t know what to expect.
“I let you walk away, Julia. I let you go, but I can still take you back if I want.”
Four months ago I ran away. I left him behind. The man who stalked me, took control of my body, and claimed he loved me.
Now he’s returned. Like dripping razor blades, he has slashed his way back into my life. But everything is different.
He doesn’t want me anymore.
I expected him to come back, to be sorry. I even planned to forgive him. I should have known that he would discard me like everyone else in my life. But I’m going to change that.
My billionaire stalker has come to say goodbye…only this time I plan to keep him.
Four months ago I ran away. I left him behind. The man who stalked me, took control of my body, and claimed he loved me.
Now he’s returned. Like dripping razor blades, he has slashed his way back into my life. But everything is different.
He doesn’t want me anymore.
I expected him to come back, to be sorry. I even planned to forgive him. I should have known that he would discard me like everyone else in my life. But I’m going to change that.
My billionaire stalker has come to say goodbye…only this time I plan to keep him.
I rolled my eyes and followed her. The
couple was making their way through the ballroom to a roped-off area in the center
of the room. A glass table covered in sparkling jewels lay in the center of
the roped-off area. I raised my eyebrows. *Is this for real? *It seemed
like a play-room for a Disney princess. Not a place where two people
were going to fuck.
“Come on!” Elaine snatched my hand and pulled me
forward right next to the rope, not caring that she was shoving people out
of the way.
People all around us were whispering about what
was going to happen. “Are
they really going to have sex?”
“Do you think he’ll be rough?”
“Will it be as hot as their stage dances?”
The couple finally came into view and I nearly
laughed at the sight of them. They were as ridiculous—more so, even—as
the bejeweled table they were going to fuck on. The guy held a gold
trident in one hand. Blue shimmery pants covered his legs and he didn’t
wear a shirt. His free hand was clasped around the slender fingers of a
woman with azure colored hair that hung to her waist. A dress with gems of all
different shades of blue wrapped around her tight, curvy body, dipping
low between two thick breasts and split high up one tanned thigh.
I wanted to laugh at the ridiculousness of her
outfit, but I found my mouth gaping at the sight of her. I had never seen
someone with a body quite like that. She seemed to be round in all the right
places. Her tits threatening to burst through the top, her ass thick,
pressing hard at the seams of her dress. Her skin was a perfect tan contrast to
her light blue hair and sparkling gems that seemed to be painted on her
form. A colorful half-sleeve of tattoos decorated one of her
arms. My cock awoke in my pants. *The fuck? *
The Poseidon guy leaned in and whispered
something in her ear. She glanced up at him and flashed a quick, nervous smile.
White teeth were revealed beneath bubblegum pink lips. A shiver ran down
my body. The urge to climb over the rope and snatch her away from him
bubbled beneath my skin.
*What’s going on with me? *I shook my head, but
I didn’t look away from her. I couldn’t. I was trapped.
Poseidon led her to the glass surface and had
her sit. Music came to life overhead. The sound was soft, simple. He reached
down and slipped a clear
glass heel off her foot. I frowned. A woman like
that needed to be fucked with her shoes on. But I watched him remove
them. After he tossed them aside, he trailed his fingers up the inside of
her silky thigh. He was only inches away from spreading her legs and
revealing her pussy to the room.
My fingers started aching and I realized I’d
been squeezing them into a fist. I pushed the hand into my jacket pocket
and took a deep breath, easing it out slowly.
*Is her pussy shaved? As pink as her lips? *My
mind raced.
Poseidon stopped inches away from her center. He
didn’t push up her dress, instead he trailed his fingers back down her
thigh. I fought the urge to groan as a collective sound of grunting rose
around me. For the first time I pulled my gaze away and eyed the crowd. Men
and women alike were focused
on the couple in the center of the room. Men
with millions of dollars eyed them, hungry gazes spread across faces of all
ages, young and old. Some of them even pressed at the front of their pants,
no doubt trying the hide their boners.
Disgust rose in my gut and softened my partially
hardened cock. This was ridiculous. *Why the fuck am I here?*
I glanced down at Elaine. She stood just in
front of me, her body pressed against the velvet rope that separated us from
them. I couldn’t see her face, but I imagined what it looked like. Her
red lips were probably arted, her eyes wide with arousal. She always
liked porn, more than I did sometimes. I leaned down to whisper in her ear,
to tell her I was leaving with or without her, but a moan from the crowd
killed the words in my throat.
I glanced back at the scene before me; my knees
nearly buckled when I was greeted with the sight of the woman’s pert
breasts. Bright pink nipples stood out against her tan skin. She ran her
hands over them, squeezing, before letting them bounce free. My cock kicked
in my pants, instantly coming back to life.
Poseidon, his dark hair concealing one eye,
leaned in and took one nipple into his mouth. Jewel let her head fall back as
if it was the best feeling in the world. I clenched my fists again. Sharp
anger ripped though me.
*I don’t like this. *But I couldn’t stop
watching. It was as if I was transfixed by sight of her there on the table. I
was trapped by her body, by something. I didn’t know what it was, but it
held me captive.
I watched him take her dress off and spread her
pretty thighs. He revealed her shaved cunt, pinker, prettier than I thought
it would be. I watched him suck her pussy into his mouth, then she got on
her knees and took his dick between her lips. I watched all of it. My fists
clenched inside my jacket pockets. Sweat beaded on my neck. The urge to
jump the rope and jerk her away from him grew with each passing second. I
couldn’t describe it. The feeling was like nothing I had ever experienced.
And it wasn’t just that I wanted her away from him. I wanted to punch that
guy over and over until he was bleeding all over the floor.
And then I would take her away. *I *would play
with her little pink pussy, and after she came on my tongue over and over
until her legs shook and her voice was hoarse, *then* I would fuck her.
“Please, Poseidon. Fuck me!” She was on her
knees in front him, her chest heaving, her chin slick with saliva from sucking
his cock. She moaned the words, but she didn’t mean them. I could tell.
She was nervous; she wasn’t a woman lost in passion, but resigned to her
position.
A growl escaped my lips. Only one person glanced
my way at the sound. *Her. *I really saw her then, this goddess-like
creature on her knees in front of a man, his hard cock pressed against her cheek.
I expected to see sadness there, maybe some sort of vulnerability. But I
didn’t. There was a fire burning inside those crystal blue irises. It
engulfed me, sucking me in until I was lost. And then she looked away as if
the last few seconds hadn’t happened at all. As if she didn’t feel
the tenacious pull that I did. *Impossible. *
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