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Me: And where was that?

Blush: I believe you wanted to suck me off and I definitely wanted to see you do it.

He sends a pic of his abs then one of his hand grabbing his junk.

Me: Fuck.

Blush: Soon I hope. I can’t wait to feel you split me apart again. My hole is craving you.

His dirty talk is next level.

Me: You like my cock?

Blush: Fucking love it. Want more. If you’d rather fuck me tonight, we can discuss.

Me: I want whatever you’ll give me, gorgeous.

Blush: Mmm don’t spoil me, Daddy.

I shake my head as I type out my response.

Me: Couldn’t stop yourself from being a brat, huh?

Blush: Never.

Blush: You like it.

I fucking do.

Me: I still owe your pretty ass a spanking.

Blush: Don’t threaten me with a good time.

His response makes me laugh.

Me: I’ll text you later with my schedule unless I’m able to make it to the club in time to see you dance.

Blush: I’ll be waiting…

I shift in my seat to adjust my half-hard cock. If I even think about fucking him again, I’m gonna be useless the rest of the day, and I can’t afford that, so for now, I push away thoughts of the sultry dancer and focus on my target.

Vic Pedretti is a dead man.

CHAPTER 13

Blush

By the time I hit the stage, disappointment has settled over me. Whisper isn’t here. None of his friends are either, so I can’t even ask about him. I could text him but I don’t want to seem desperate, so instead, I hold my head up high and hit the stage to turn this place up.

My routine tonight is high energy, set to a rock song my uncle used to listen to. “Hot for Teacher” by Van Halen blares out the speakers as I shimmy in my schoolboy outfit of short shorts, a button-down shirt cut into a crop top, knee high socks, and some high heeled loafers.

After a few seconds, I’m able to push Whisper out of my head and focus on the music. I like dancing here. It’s much more fun than stripping, but still sexy. The men stay in their seats while I dance. Sure, they catcall me, but none of them touch me. The few times they try, they get hit with one of the lethal warning looks I learned from Cashmere. It’s effective.

I end the set by dropping into the splits before rolling onto my back, lifting my legs in the air, and wiggling my feet. When the music ends, I get a nice wave of applause and cheers that does a lot for my wounded confidence.

Nick is safely at home tonight. Although I’m obviously not worried about his bully anymore, I don’t know if the loser had any friends willing to show up or if Chase plans to talk.

His assault was reported on the news today, and since then, internet forums have been blowing up talking about the “bad vibes” Chase was doling out on a regular basis. There’s talk of all kinds of rumors about him, from him selling drugs to sexual assault. I should’ve pulled the trigger. He told the cops it was a random assault and hopefully he sticks with that story.