Beau backed away and fell into the cushioned sofa. It was less than he wanted, but it was something, and he’d take it for now. She climbed the stage and began to move. She was fluid, soft and liquid, but he could see her muscles working. Did she fuck like she danced? If so, she could surely take everything he had to give—and the way it was building in him, that would be a lot.
She turned her back to him, swinging her firm, round ass side to side. It felt like an invitation, and he almost stood up. “Lola.”
She looked at him over her shoulder.
“Who are you?” he asked. “How did you get here?”
“I’m just a topless girl in a round room,” she said. “The rest is up to you.”
“I want the truth.”
“You’re not here for truth. That’s not why people come here.” She paused. “I promise, imagination is better.”
“In here, my imagination could kill me.”
She descended the stage. His knees fell open for her to stand between them. She looked down at him. “Such a romantic. What’s someone like you doing in here?”
“Looking for you.”
“You found me, so just try and relax, okay? This is supposed to be fun.” She turned around, bent her knees and brushed his crotch with the curve of her ass. He thought it was an accident, but she did it again, the fabric of his pants the only thing between them.
He wanted to grab her hips and pull her against him, sink himself into that little pussycat. To have her in his hands, to have her mouth, her legs, the blush lips of her pussy open for him, opentohim—as if to say, I am yours, come closer, just a little closer. “Christ, I need you,” he said. “You don’t understand.”
“You have me for another forty-five minutes. I’m right here.”
“It’s not enough. I need more. Come home with me.”
Her head was barely turned over her shoulder. He watched her pink lips quiver as she asked, “What?”
“My place isn’t much, but it will be soon. I’ll get a cab. Come with me.”
She licked her lips. “I…that’s not allowed.”
“Then I’ll pay you or them or whoever I have to pay. I have the money.”
The corners of her mouth curved down into a frown. That was what he’d worked for, what he’d been waiting to say his whole life—wasn’t it?I have money. Do what I say, and you can have it too.
She turned around, the quiver in her lips gone.Hewas gone—beyond gone, a solider for his cock, sent out to conquer, anddon’t come back until you haveher, the only thing I’ve asked you for in months.
“I’m not—I don’t…” She glanced at the door. “I mean, if that’s what you’re here for…I can probably find it for you.”
“I want it.”
“Then I’ll get someone else—”
“No,” he said quickly, almost angrily. “Did you hear anything I said? I wantyou. For the whole night.”
She had stopped dancing a moment, but she started again with a jerk, as if someone had pushed her ‘On’ button. “That’s not possible.”
“What do you want?” he asked. “I’ll give you anything. This is what women are to men. What you are to me.”
She turned back to the stage and pointed to the pole. “Is that where you want me?”
“No, come back.”
She walked to him again and moved around his lap, this time not even close to brushing him.
“A thousand dollars.”
