Butwondering was going to get me nowhere. The only thing that was going to change anything about my miserable life was taking my clothes off for a crowd of raging horny women. It wasn’t the worst life, but it sure as hell wasn’t the one I’d imagined.
As I showered and got ready for work, my mind drifted back to Noah. And I was fucking pissed at myself for letting it go to him. But in the back ofmy mind, nagging me, like the proverbial thorn in my side, was the thought that somehow Noah would understand all the crap running through my brain.
He understood pain, even though his was of a completely different variety. There was something in his ocean blue eyes calling out to me, screaming at me that he’d be compassionate and sympathetic, that he’d listen to me and try genuinely to understandme.
The hot water ran down my body, relaxing my sore muscles. And before I could help it, the gentle and understanding version of Noah parading around in my head morphed into the sexually dominant, prowling beast of a man I’d been in bed with last night. His commands echoed in my head. The feel of his hands pushing my legs back to near impossible angles as he drove his cock into my ass was alltoo real. So real in fact that my knees wobbled and my head spun.
On that last thought, what felt like all the blood in my body raced to my own dick, swelling it with a need so greedy, I knew I could never satisfy it. But oh fucking hell, I needed to try.
Running my hand over my own length wasn’t nearly as amazing as the feel of Noah’s hands jerking me off. It couldn’t even compare to the heatof his mouth as he wrapped his lips around my cock and sucked me off into oblivion. But it would have to do for now.
“Dude, let me in,” Benny’s voice called out from the other side of the door. His words were fevered, rushed. His knocks were more like bangs, so hard I feared the shitty door frame would snap under their pressure. “Now,” he called out before opening the door.
Before I could evenask him what was wrong, I heard the wretched sound of gagging followed by vomit splashing in the toilet. Pulling back the curtain and poking my head out, I saw him kneeling on the floor, his head sunk into the toilet. “You okay?”
His answer was more throw up.
I grabbed the towel from the counter and wrapped it around my waist, all thoughts of Noah racing straight out of my head. A minute ortwo later, he leaned back on his calves and wiped his face with a tissue. “Must’ve been something I ate because that came out of nowhere.”
“You sure? Do you want me to stay home from work, just in case?”
“Nah,” he answered around his toothbrush. After spitting and rinsing, he said, “I’ll be fine.”
Without giving it much more thought, I finished getting ready for work, leaving all concerns aboutBenny and thoughts of Noah somewhere in the background.
“Oh my God,” the chick sitting in the chair on stage screamed in my ear. “You’re so freaking hot!”
Writhing in her lap, I couldn’t help but agree with her. The single benefit of this job was the fact that it changed my body in a way I probably never would’ve done on my own. As she shoved her hands down the backof my G-string, I remembered the second benefit of the job.
Money.
And damn was it flowing tonight.
Holding the back of her chair, I bent at my hips, leaning my face close to hers. “And you look spectacular tonight,” I whispered as low as the pulsating music would let me. It wasn’t entirely a lie, but at the same time, I knew it would get me an extra twenty.
No shame in that at all.
Whenthe song was over, I held out my hand for her to take. As I escorted her off the stage, she wrapped fingers through mine and it felt all wrong. They were too small, too delicate, too feminine. It made me miss the strong, capable, rough feel of a man’s hands in mine, holding them above my head as he drove into my body.
And just like that, as if my dirty thoughts had the power to conjure him outof thin air, Noah rose his glass to me from the bar, tipping the amber-filled tumbler at me. I was angry and turned on all at the same time. Who the hell did he think he was, showing up at my job like this? But the more I thought about it, who the hell was I to stop him? He could do whatever the hell he wanted, but it certainly didn’t have to involve me.
“Here you go, sweetheart.” As I pulledout her chair for her to sit, I leaned in and tucked a loose piece of hair behind her ear, a move that drove the rest of her friends absolutely wild. Walking backstage, I watched the crew gather my money. They handed it to me before I walked behind the curtain where the sick, pathetic feelings I had while I was on stage dissipated, mildly. Another night like tonight and paying the rent wouldn’t bean issue this month.
“Oh, Professor,” Stacey called out, crooking her finger at me in that come-hither motion she’d perfected. “You have a request in a private room.”
I had a love-hate relationship with that damn private room.
I loved the extra money.
I hated the confined space.
But no matter how I looked at it, my need to provide for Benny outweighed any hatred I may have for the job. “Twominutes,” I answered, twisting open a bottle of water.
“Room two. Ten minutes. Freddy is waiting for you.” He was the private room manager. He took care of handling the money and making sure no one got too handsy; it was a problem more often than not, and we all appreciated Freddy’s presence because he kept us from having to be an asshole to the drunk women who thought the goods belonged to them.
Before I could even answer Stacey, she was gone, off to do whatever she did when she wasn’t telling us where to go.
“Go get ’em, tiger,” Gavin joked as he adjusted his cowboy hat and leather pants.
