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5 Nights (Sinful Delights Boxed Set)
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Summary
Fall in love with five sinful alpha males in this steamy romance set that give all the flavors of delight. Dark passion and the innocent women that fall under the spell of these masters of seduction. No cliffhangers and each story will leave you breathless, longing for own strong arms to fall apart in.
Sin: I didn't go looking for temptation, but when I met Sin, it found me. A strip club was the last place you'd expect to find someone like me. I was the good girl, the one who always did the right thing. Desperation could make a person step outside their comfort zone.
Romance Book Club: When her book club decided to focus on sexy alpha male romances for the month, she had no idea how far the ladies were willing to go in the name of research. Finding herself in Sensation's Dungeon was certainly not part of her plans, neither was meeting sexy club owner and dungeon Master, Chase Davenport. With a body built for sin, bedroom eyes that promised fantasies guaranteed to lead her straight to hell, the pages of a book suddenly appeared tame.
Undercover Submissive: Twin Sisters, hidden secrets, and dark passions.. let the deception begin! Cayce Miller is a serious minded librarian. She adores her twin sister Cait, but they are identical only in looks. When Cait goes missing and the police department seems unwilling to help, Cayce is forced to assume her identity in an effort to discover the truth. Taking her sister's place leads to a charged and dangerous game, played in a steamy world where all the rules have changed. Time is running out and Dylan St. Clair may be her only source of hope in revealing her location. Will going undercover destroy Cayce or will it reveal a side to her she never knew existed?
And two more incredible romances titles with a sneak peak into the newest release Whore! It's all waiting for you in Five Nights!
Publisher: Tears of Crimson PublishingReleased: Jan 1, 2014ISBN: 9781501474620Format: book
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5 Nights (Sinful Delights Boxed Set) - Michelle Hughes
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Sin/ Michelle Hughes.—1st ed.
ISBN-13: 978-1489531018
ISBN-10: 1489531017
In order to know virtue, we must first acquaint ourselves with vice.
―Marquis de Sade
Chapter One
Meeting Sin
My heart was racing ninety to nothing as I walked into Sin’s Den. Kera had gotten me the interview, and I really wished she was standing beside me now, because I wasn’t sure if I was capable of going through with this. I’d never waited tables in my life, and as far as a strip club? Until now there was no reason for me to walk inside the doors. Taking a deep breath, I knew I had to calm down or blow this opportunity.
I wasn’t vain by any means, but I knew that men considered me attractive. At the moment I was hoping my looks would at least make the club owner consider giving me a chance. I needed money, and fast. My courses at college weren’t cheap and the dorm room had already killed my budget for the semester.
I was up to my eyes in student loan debt, and my part- time job at the school store just wasn’t cutting it. Living off ramen noodles, and Vienna sausages was the norm for me of late. I was so sick of those things, but it was all I could afford. Smoothing down my white mini-skirt I walked over to the bar hoping beyond hope I didn’t screw this up.
What can I do for you sweet cheeks?
I’m meeting with the owner about a job.
The man behind the bar looked like your average guy, and he smiled at my response.
Follow me. I think Sin’s been waiting on you.
With a nod, I followed behind the man, wondering what kind of man Sin was. Kera said he rarely spoke to the other girls, unless he was chewing them out. He kept the customers in line when needed, but other than that he was pretty aloof. Walking back to his office I hoped he wasn’t a pervert. I bit back a nervous laugh at that thought, I mean the guy owned a strip club!
The bartender knocked on the worn wooden door and a deep timbre voice answered back. It’s open
I was a bundle of nerves as I entered and glancing at Sin did little to help my heart rate. The man was named after his looks, because he was sexy as sin. Even sitting behind a desk that had seen better days, his powerful shoulders and full head of blond hair was enough to make me gasp. I’m guessing you’re Sin? I’m Kera’s friend, Anya, she set up the meeting with you.
His sexy mouth lifted into a smirk, and I realized I was rambling. Shutting my mouth quickly I stood there gawking at him. I didn’t know what to say. This was a man who made my knees weak, and trust me there wasn’t one before him that ever did that.
He didn’t speak for a minute, instead his eyes roamed over me from head to toe inspecting my person. I blushed deeply. I wasn’t used to men taking that much of an inventory. I felt like my mini-skirt was too short, and the pink camisole top that Kera insisted I wear wasn’t covering nearly enough.
You want to waitress? More money is made as a dancer.
I just thought my face was red before. I blushed deep red at that suggestion. I couldn’t do that. I don’t even like to shower around other women.
Had I said that out loud? I wanted to sink into the floor. His chuckle embarrassed me even more.
You got the body to dance, but your call. You make minimum wage and tips. I’ll give you the weekend to prove you’re worthy of keeping around.
The way his eyes were still taking in my appearance I wanted to cover myself or show him what I was hiding. The latter shocked me. I considered myself very conservative. If I wasn’t on the verge of having to quit school I’d of never walked into this kind of place. I didn’t think badly on Kera, but I wasn’t the type of woman who could strip for a living.
So you’re giving me the job?
He hadn’t asked me any questions.
Kera tells me you’re a college girl. The men will get a kick out of that. Fuck up and I’ll kick you out on your ass. I don’t allow drugs in here. If you screw one of the patrons, keep it off the property. Don’t bring your personal shit in my club. You work off those rules and we won’t have a problem. Be here Friday at seven, Kera can show you around.
I hoped my mouth wasn’t hanging open at the way he spoke to me. I wasn’t accustomed to anyone talking that way around me. I nodded, not sure what I was supposed to say to his directions.
The uniform is simple. Pair of black silk shorts, and our club t-shirt. Stop at the bar and tell George to find your size. Oh! Fill out these papers, and I need a copy of your driver’s license.
I hadn’t been asked to sit, so I awkwardly fumbled in my purse and handed over my license, before bending over to pick up the papers he tossed on the table. When he stood up I forced my eyes not to gawk. The man was like a walking Adonis, and yeah I couldn’t stop looking.
Just so you know, I don’t fuck my girls.
I was stunned at his confession. Apparently my eyes were more expressive than what I normally allowed. I nodded again, and focused on the paperwork. He walked off with my card and I took a huge breath in. Sin was one pretty package, but everything about him screamed hands off. Probably a good thing considering I wouldn’t know what to do with a man like him if given the chance.
I filled out the form. It was just basic stuff about my work history and contact information. When he walked back into the room I had my thoughts where they belonged. Thank you for giving me a chance Mr. Sin.
Just Sin. Save that formal shit for your college professors.
He glanced over the form and then turned his mesmerizing, cold blue eyes back on me. We’re done here. Don’t be late Friday night. If you change your mind about the dancing gig, let me know.
I’d been dismissed. Standing up I gave him a quick smile of appreciation then hauled my butt out of there. Sin didn’t seem like the type of man who liked small talk, or people wasting his time. I felt like I’d been burned by being alone with him for the few minutes I had.
Making my way back to the bar I found George. He smiled warmly I returned the gesture. Sin told me to ask for a uniform.
What size you wear doll?
Size three in pants, small in shirt.
I watched him walk off and turned my attention to the room.
It looked just like the strip clubs I’d seen in movies. A long stage with a few poles filled the majority of the area. Twenty tables sprawled out around a black lacquered stage. If I had to guess full capacity here was about 300. I wondered what it was like to be one of those girls stripping. I couldn’t imagine men checking me out as I took it all off. The thought made me shiver.
George walked back in carrying a few uniforms in his arms. These should work. There’s only three, and if you lose one, it comes out of your check.
Thanks George, by the way I’m Anya.
I reached out and took the clothes, smiling at him. He didn’t threaten me with his appearance. George looked like he could be someone’s grandfather. He was slightly balding, and a little thick. His eyes weren’t all over me the way Sin’s had been.
Kind of surprised you’re not dancing. Pretty little thing like you could make some serious money?
Just not my thing George, but thanks for the compliment.
I wanted to be friendly. This job was hopefully going to save my butt.
Too bad. But hey, you can change your mind later.
I wanted to say not unless hell froze over, but I figured that would be rude. You never know. Well I guess I’m going to head back to school.
He was smiling as I left, so I guess I said the right thing. Driving back to campus, I felt a like a load had been lifted from my mind. Kera said a waitress could make a couple of hundred a weekend. Between that and my job at the school store I might be able to afford a decent meal in a few weeks.
It was Thursday, and I didn’t have class until Monday. I tried to keep all my courses scheduled on the first three days of the week, the same days I worked at the campus store.
Lana and Kimberley, my roommates, had courses today so I had the dorm room to myself. Walking back to my small room, I put my uniforms away before heading back to the kitchen area.
Popping the top on a can of sausages, I gagged as I forced them down my throat. Washing them down with bottled water, I made a face. To take my mind off my meal choice, I called Kera to let her know I’d gotten the job. Pulling out my cell I waited for her to answer.
So how’d you like meeting Sin?
Her laugh told me she knew just what I thought and I blushed. He’s um definitely different. You could of have warned me that the guy looked like a Greek God.
I’m not sure anything she’d said would have prepared me for meeting him.
He’s damn hot alright, but I haven’t been able to get him to even wink at me.
I knew that was a sore point. Men didn’t ignore Kera. She was tall, raven haired, with a body that left most men panting.
You mean there’s a man on this planet that doesn’t want to be with you?
I was pretty shocked. Maybe the guy was gay.
Whatever smart ass. Men would be knocking down your door if you’d let them. Pull your head out of the books for five minutes, you might notice that.
I need to concentrate on studies. Unlike you, some of us have to work to pass.
Kera didn’t understand that men weren’t on my radar at the moment, or how easy she had it passing classes without trying. She’d tried to set me up with several of the campus hunks, but they just didn’t appeal.
You need to get laid. I swear you get more prim and proper by the week. So when you starting?
I didn’t take offense to her words. That was just who she was. Friday night. I hope you’re right about the money.
The money will be decent. If you’d take my advice and show off some skin you could be living out here with me.
Kera was living the life. Even with her college expenses she could afford to live in the exclusive condo’s that rich kids inhabited. I admit, I was a little jealous. I’d probably puke on the first customer.
I knew she was trying to be helpful, but me taking my clothes off? No thank you.
You definitely need to get laid.
She chuckled into the phone and I shook my head.
Can I get ready at your place Friday night?
I wanted to change the conversation topic.
No need to ask. Get here about five and I’ll do your hair and makeup. We need you making all the men cream their pants when they see you.
I blushed bright red. Kera!
Stop being such a prude. If you want to make money you need to make them pay attention. You’re competing with woman on the stage showing it all.
Blowing out an exasperated sigh I knew she was right. I hope I don’t screw this up.
Stop talking like that. All you have to do is bat your pretty little eyelashes and they’ll be falling over you like dogs in heat.
As long as they are tipping well I don’t care what they do.
Now that’s the right attitude! I need to run I’m having a wax done, you want to join?
I’ll pass this time. Have fun. I’ll see you Friday.
Hanging up the phone my stomach rumbled. I really wanted a steak at the moment!
––––––––
Chapter two
Friday
I finished studying Friday, and showed up at Kera’s place at five. My uniform was neatly pressed and hanging in a plastic sack. I couldn’t afford a dress bag. Knocking on her door, I waited for her to answer. A drop-dead, sexy man answered the door instead and I stared at his body. He was wearing a towel around his waist, and nothing else. How could I not look?
Hey. I’m Luke, you must be Anya.
I nodded, trying not to gawk at the six-pack abs this guy was sporting. Um yeah, can I come in?
His muscled arm was braced over the door as he stared at me. I wanted to take a step back. I just didn’t feel very comfortable around men in general.
Free country,
with a charming grin, he held the door open and I walked through.
Back here.
I heard Kera call out and I hurriedly walked to her bedroom with Luke following close behind.
Can I use your shower?
I wanted to get away from the walking testosterone who couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off my butt. It was making me nervous. I hadn’t expected anyone but Kera to be here.
Sure thing. You know where it is.
Kera was sitting at her vanity putting on her face and I quickly walked to the bathroom.
You need some help in there, let me know.
I shut the bathroom door and locked it, deciding not answering the guy was probably smart. Obviously he didn’t have a problem sharing.
Leave her alone, Luke. She’s starting at the club with me tonight.
I heard Kera speaking and almost groaned. Now the guy was going to think I was a stripper.
Turning on the water, I carefully stepped in the shower trying not to get my hair wet. I’d just washed it earlier this morning and it took forever to dry the long locks. I knew we didn’t have much time so I washed off and did a quick shave of my legs.
Normally I would have just kept on the towel while Kera did my hair and makeup, but I knew with Luke there I didn’t want to give that impression. Pulling my underwear and bra out of the overnight bag, I slid those on and then dressed in the uniform.
The shorts showed my butt, and the shirt fell just below my bra. I hated showing that much skin, but there was no help for it. Sitting on the toilet, I pulled on my no-show socks and black tennis shoes. When I felt I was presentable, I took a deep breath and exited the bathroom.
Walking back out into Kera’s bedroom, my heart nearly dropped into my stomach. Luke had her bent over the bed and was driving home forcefully. Turning my head away I was more than a little shocked. I wasn’t sure what to do. Walk back in the bathroom until they finished, or just keep my head turned? I didn’t have to make the decision as Luke pulled out of her, and turned to face me.
Enjoy the show?
I just stood there with my mouth hanging open. How was I supposed to answer that?
Just ignore him,
Kera smirked. Give me five to grab a shower and we’ll get started.
Nodding at her, I turned away from the sight of Luke in all his glory. There was no shame at all in this glorified man. Kera had never been shy, but this was a little over the top, even for her.
I’ll keep her company,
he winked at me and patted the bed.
Give it a rest, you won’t be getting it up for another half hour.
Kera rolled her eyes and then turned to me. Don’t worry about him, he just likes to pretend he’s insatiable.
She walked into the bathroom and left me alone with him. I wasn’t sure what to do so I sat down at the vanity and started brushing my hair. I was shocked when Luke walked over and grabbed my brush, taking it upon himself to finish the job.
Having a naked man messing with my hair was not in my comfort zone, but I couldn’t seem to tell him to stop. I kept my body tense as he expertly groomed me. Obviously Kera was wrong because unless I was mistaken it wasn’t a flaccid member resting against my back now.
So you coming to work for us tonight?
I caught Luke’s startling green eyes in the mirror, and nodded. I didn’t know he worked at the club, but my speaking skills weren’t up to par with asking any relevant questions at the moment. His thing was rubbing against the bare skin of my back where the shirt didn’t cover.
I’m one of the bouncer’s at Sin’s. Something tells me my job is going to be a little harder tonight.
He chuckled and I lowered my eyes. The man was too damn beautiful when he smiled and I really didn’t want to think of him that way. He was obviously sleeping with Kera, and even if I was interested, which I wasn’t, that meant hands off.
I’m just a waitress.
I needed to make it clear that I wasn’t a dancer. I didn’t want him to think I was the type that slept around. I guess that was biased of me, but I assumed guys thought strippers were easy.
You’ll change your mind. They all do.
He put the brush down on the vanity, and pulled me to my feet.
I gasped as he spun me around, facing him. His eyes roamed over my body, and from the gleam of appreciation I saw there, he apparently liked what he saw.
Pulling away, I took several steps back wanting some distance between us. I won’t change my mind.
Looking at his gorgeous face, I forced my eyes not to lower.
His face broke into a smirk. We’ll see.
Again his eyes roamed over my body and I shivered. You’ve got a body built for sin baby, no reason not to make it pay off.
He said sin and my mind immediately went to the club owner. Trust me, this body is better left with clothes on.
I didn’t want to think about Sin. It was hard enough worrying about busting my butt as a waitress tonight.
He stalked back over to me, that’s the only way I can explain it, and pulled me against him. His hands went to my butt, grinding me against his erection. A whimper escaped my lips. I struggled. Men didn’t normally put their hands on me this way.
Kera walked out of the bathroom and laughed at the situation. Luke let her go, you’re probably scaring the shit out of her. She’s still a virgin.
I wished the floor could swallow me up. It wasn’t that I was ashamed of my sexual status, but hearing it blurted out to some guy I didn’t know was a little embarrassing.
He let me go and I saw how he automatically looked at me differently. Being a college student and a virgin was like the plague to men. Thanks.
Rolling my eyes I sat back down at the vanity.
Just trying to help out.
Kera laughed and began fixing my face. Luke here isn’t into the sweet girls.
I might make an exception.
Luke stood behind Kera watching me in the mirror.
Seriously don’t go out of your way for me. I’m happy where I’m at.
Was I really happy? A part of me wondered what I was missing.
If you change your mind.
He let the words trail off and I felt my face heat.
Thanks, I’ll keep the offer in mind.
I wouldn’t, but at that point I wanted to turn the conversation away from my lack of sexual experience.
By the time Kera finished with me I looked like a runway model. My long blonde curls fell down my back, and the soft hues of pinks and purples of my eye shadow offset the hot pink lipstick she’d applied. I smiled my thanks and took inventory in the mirror.
Too damn bad you don’t fuck around, you’re going to have all the swinging dicks hard tonight.
Luke shook his head and his dark locks fell in his face.
Um, thanks, I think.
I was destined to spend the rest of the night with my face bright red.
You just make sure none of those swinging dicks get to frisky with my friend tonight.
Kera might be a little mouthy at times, but I knew she cared about my feelings.
Got it sexy. Virgin mission tonight.
Luke chuckled at his joke and I groaned.
I’d appreciate it if you kept that insider tidbit to yourself.
The last thing I wanted was to be labeled the virgin at a strip club. I doubted it would do much for tips.
I don’t know, spreading that news around might make you very popular with the boys.
Kera tapped a finger against her lips.
Rolling my eyes, I could see the consideration she was giving the thought and knew it didn’t matter what I said now. Can we just get to work before I lose the job I haven’t started yet?
Luke we’re riding in with you tonight. My car is being serviced so if you decide to take any of the girls home, you can drop us off first, right?
I was shocked that she didn’t seem to mind the fact he was sleeping around. I kept that thought to myself. My stomach was already tied in knots about what I was about to do. The last thing I needed was a discussion about Kera’s sex life to kick start it.
Can do. Let’s get this shit on the road ladies.
Luke walked toward the door and we followed behind. He drove a stylish, two-seater sports car which meant I was shoved in the front seat with Kera.
I had my own car and I wondered if I should have just driven in on my own. I decided it wasn’t worth arguing with Kera’s decision. After fifteen cramped minutes, I was second guessing the thought. We pulled up in front of the club and I noticed the parking lot was already full. Piling out of the car was easier said than done, but somehow I managed not to fall on my face.
My hands were shaking as we walked through the front door. I had no idea how to do this job, and judging from the crowd already there, I wouldn’t have much time to learn. I followed Kera like a lost puppy to the bar.
Sin said I could show you the ropes, so you’ve got two hours before I need to get ready for my performance.
Grabbing a tray she motioned with her head for me to follow.
The men, for the most part seemed to be focused on the strippers on stage. Several times Kera had to ask if a party wanted another drink. I kept my eyes off the women up there, and tried to focus on my friend. I noticed that they men weren’t groping, something that took me off guard. I assumed in a job like this the men would have their hands all over you. I’d been prepared for that.
The job wasn’t difficult. The men told you what they wanted to drink, you told the bartender, and then served them. I could do this job, I thought to myself. I walked around with Kera until she had to leave, then I took tables on my own.
After a few hours I smelled like a brewery, but was pretty proud of myself. I’d made great tips, and this job didn’t take a genius to figure out. The men were pretty nice, for the most part. One had attempted to pull me into his lap, but Luke had stepped in and fixed that situation immediately. I liked him a little more after his help.
When I had a free moment, I stopped to watch Kera dance on stage. She had a choreographed number, and I admit being surprised at how sensual she looked up there. I guess I’d been expecting something sleazy, but she made it look like an art form. Of course I noticed the money that was being thrown on stage.
I was amazed at the cash flowing through the hands of the patrons. My tips were great, but I knew Kera was making triple the amount in just a few minutes on stage. Just when that thought hit my mind, Sin walked out into the main area.
I couldn’t take my eyes off the man. He didn’t walk around, he was like a predator with his movements and yeah I was impressed. Quickly I moved off to wait on another table. He might be beautiful to look at, but I needed this job and I doubted me staring at him was going to earn brownie points.
I made it through my first night at Sin’s pocketing almost two hundred dollars. I was sold. By the end of the weekend I’d earned five hundred. This was definitely a paycheck I could get used to.
chapter three
Proposition
The next month passed quickly. Kera made sure I had at least every weekend at the club, and between that and the school store I could finally afford to eat decent meals again. I can’t tell you how great it felt to eat a steak dinner. I mean you don’t know how much you miss real food until you’re stuck eating crap out of a can or processed noodles for months!
The regular customers at the club had deemed me the last virgin in Chicago, and yeah that took a little getting used to. I was pretty ticked at Kera over that until I realized that I made much more money with guys trying to sweet talk me into letting them be my first. Amazing what pulls some guys chains. I wasn’t making half the salary my friend was, but me, complain? No way! You try living off Vienna sausages for a year!
Luke and I became friends. Once he figured out I wasn’t giving it up for him, I think he had a strange sort of respect for me. For the most part he treated me like his kid sister, which all the girls thought was cute. I was just glad I didn’t have to deal with him flirting anymore. Don’t get me wrong, the guy was beautiful, but I wasn’t into the whole man whore thing.
Everything was going great until my little economy car decided to blow a head gasket. I didn’t need a ride at school, which was fortunate, but I figured out quickly riding to the club with Kera or Luke usually meant dealing with the partying until afternoon the next day. I needed my study time, so being out until noon, it just wasn’t working for me.
The mechanic explained the repair wasn’t cheap and with the age of my car I’d probably be better off getting a new one. Easy for him to say, he wasn’t paying for school! I couldn’t a bank loan. I was a college student without a credit line yet. I knew there was an easy way to earn the money I needed, but I had no idea how to do the job Kera was doing.
I called her and explained my thoughts and I could hear it in her voice that she’d been waiting for me to break. She invited me over to talk, so I headed to her condo. My heart was racing. The thought of doing something like this was so far out of my normal thought process.
After the first few weeks it will be easy.
Kera was convinced I just needed to get my feet wet, I wasn’t sure. The thought of taking it all off terrified me. She wasn’t willing to let me keep those doubts.
You’re going to talk to Sin tonight. I know the customers have been dying to see you up on stage. That’s all Luke has been talking about lately.
Rolling her eyes, she gave me that smile that let me know she wasn’t ticked off about it.
I don’t know if I can do this. I’ve seen you work that stage. There’s no way I can be that confident.
It was true. Kera worked that stage like a pro and men just drooled as she did her numbers. How was I supposed to compete with that?
I didn’t start off being good. Get dressed, we’re going to talk to Sin. I’m not taking no for an answer. You need money and there’s no reason you can’t make it.
Driving to the club felt like a death sentence as I allowed my mind to go over the step I was about to make. A guy had never seen me without my clothes on, and here I was considering flaunting it all to a bunch of strangers. Kera grabbed my hand and dragged me back to Sin’s office.
She wants to dance.
Sin seemed to be concentrating on my expression, but I had no idea what he was thinking.
Give us a few minutes alone.
His voice was harsh. Kera left us alone and I wanted to run after her.
The door closing behind her echoed loudly. Or maybe it was the fact that my heart was beating so fast everything was amplified.
You sure about this?
Sin was trying to talk me out of it? I wanted to scream no, but something about the way he was looking at me made me think that’s what he expected. I nodded my head.
Strip for me.
He couldn’t have shocked me more. I just stared at him with that ‘doe caught in the headlights look’ for a few seconds. Here? Now?
Unless you want to walk out on the stage in the club.
No way! I wasn’t even sure I could take it off in the privacy of this room. I shook my head no, and took a deep breath. If I couldn’t do this in front of him, there was no way I was going to have the nerve to do it out there. My hands trembled as I reached for the hem of my uniform shirt. I managed to pull my top off and then fumbled as I slid off my shorts.
Baby, looking at me like you’re about to hurl is not a big turn on.
His chuckle wasn’t helping my confidence. I glared at his perfect body. His strong arms crossed over his chest and made my legs tremble at the sight of him. I was determined to show him I could do this.
A few more deep breaths and I reached up to release the clasp on my bra. Daring him to laugh at me, I threw it at his gorgeous face with a glare in my eyes. He was the first man to ever see my breasts. I felt a little unsure because he didn’t look that impressed.
I had decent breasts. And they were real. Granted they were only a size B, but they were perky and my nipples were pink tipped. I thought they were pretty. I managed to slide my panties off, but my bravado was pretty much gone with that action.
Sin stood up and walked over to me and I thought my heart was going to stop. Biting my lip, I forced myself to remain still as he looked me over. He walked around my body, and my face flamed knowing he was looking at me from every angle.
You’re sexy as hell, but we need to work on the presentation.
I was shivering like crazy and it had nothing to do with the cool air in the room. I couldn’t believe I was standing here naked in front of Sin. If my body was any tenser I’m sure it would have snapped. How can I do that?
He continued to circle me. I was reminded of a wolf stalking his prey. Needless to say it didn’t do much for my nerves. Fisting my hands into balls by my side, I waited for him to finish his inspection.
I’m going to teach you.
The way he said those words should have freaked me out. It was like him claiming me as his toy, I don’t know how else to explain it. The deep growl of his voice was more of a command, not a question.
You’re going to make us both a shitload of money. The presentation needs to be just right. What’s your schedule look like?
I was going to be tutored by Sin. Just thinking that thought made me feel a whole slew of emotions. The main one being that I was willing to learn anything he taught. Yeah that thought was shocking. I have classes Monday through Wednesday and then the school store after. I’m usually done by six.
We can work with that. You’ll be at my place from seven to ten on the nights you’re not working here.
He walked back over to the desk and scribbled his address on back of one of the club cards. This is where you’ll come, we’ll start Monday night.
My car is shot. That’s why I need the extra money.
I didn’t like airing my problems to him, but looking at that address I knew I could make it to his house. I was standing there in the nude having a conversation! Realizing that, I began putting my clothes back on.
It was easy to forget everything but Sin when he was in the room. The man demanded your attention.
I’ll give you a loaner until we get you some cash flowing.
He nodded his head, appearing to think for a minute. Just don’t fucking wreck it, I happen to like this car.
He was loaning me a car? What was I supposed to say to that? I didn’t have much of a choice if he was going to be my tutor. I’ll pay you back.
He shrugged his massive shoulders. Just keep the shit in driving condition, all I ask.
Turning his expressive blue eyes to a clock on the wall for a moment, he turned back to me. We have a few hours before the place gets packed, let’s go pick it up now.
There was no time to argue. His long legged walk had him going toward the door and I had to keep up. I quickly told Kera I’d be back soon and that I’d explain later. The look in her eyes seemed to be saying sure you will.
Deciding I could set her straight later, I followed Sin out to the parking lot. I was shocked that he was driving a BMW. He didn’t seem like the classy car kind of guy. I was even more awed when he opened the passenger door for me. I slid into the soft buttery leather seats, thinking there was a lot I probably didn’t know about him.
He drove without talking. I’d come to the conclusion that he was a man of a few words. I was more nervous than I wanted to think about, so the silence was working for me. The house we pulled up in front of was another shocker for the day. It was two stories and belonged to someone who had serious money.
He pressed a button on his key chain and a garage door opened. The red sports car sitting beside the empty space couldn’t be the car he was going to loan me. The only other transportation there was a large motorcycle. There was no way I could drive something that expensive, and me on a bike? That was almost laughable. I didn’t know a lot about cars, but I knew the Jag logo had to make it more than I could afford.
He stepped out of the car and opened my door. The keys are inside. You can follow me in.
My head was spinning as I followed inside the well-kept home. Another shock came as I glanced around at the décor. Everything was polished steel or black, very modern and contemporary. None of it fit with his bad boy attitude. I’d expected some two room flat, not this elaborate setup.
You’re house is nice.
I wasn’t sure what to say, but that was about the lamest thing that could have slipped from my lips.
Shrugging as if it didn’t mean much, he walked over to the island bar. Its home.
Picking up a set of keys off the bar, he turned to me. I’ll show you where we’ll be practicing.
Without asking me, he walked down a long hall.
He stopped in front of a double-door room and opened them. The studio that met my eyes was amazing. There were poles but none of it looked like it belonged in a club. It reminded me of a dance studio my mom had taken me too when I was still a kid. You train a lot of girls here?
You’re the first.
He noticed me taking inventory of the room. I guess that’s why he gave me an explanation. I used to dance.
The way he said the words let me know there was a story there that he wasn’t willing to share. Sin was a dancer? I couldn’t imagine the huge Adonis before me being that light on his feet. When I thought of male dancers I thought of ballerina’s. They definitely weren’t six foot five inches of muscle clad strength like Sin.
Ballet?
I knew it was a stupid question, but I was curious.
Chuckling deeply he shook his long mane of blond hair. Male Review. I was pretty good at what I did.
I could see the ladies lining up to watch him strip, and my face burned for a moment. Is that how you made all your money?
It was a crass question but I needed to get my mind out of the gutter.
My mom left me an inheritance.
From the look on his face, that wasn’t a subject he planned on discussing, so I shut up. Must be nice.
Money isn’t everything.
He turned his icy blue eyes on me and I could see I said the wrong thing.
Unless you don’t have it.
I lifted my chin, trying to attempt to be brave. The truth was Sin scared the crap out of me when he gave me that look of his. He just looked dangerous and on the verge of wanting to beat the crap out of someone. It was an odd feeling, but that fear he made me feel? It was somewhat of a turn on.
Guess so.
He turned and walked out of the studio and I followed. I wondered what it would be like if he spoke more than a few words a time.
He continued walking until we were in the garage again. Like I said, don’t fuck her up.
Tossing me the keys, I caught them mid-air. It seemed like a wall had went up over him. To be honest it hadn’t slipped that much, but I had noticed something vaguely different in his attitude with me since I confessed my need to dance.
I promise I’ll take care of it like an unborn child.
I really should have turned down his offer, but I needed the ride.
What does a virgin know about shit like that?
The question came out of thin air and I stared at him. Wow, that’s not a very nice question.
To be honest I was a little offended.
Not a very nice guy.
He shrugged.
I could have argued with him on that. He was letting me borrow a car that cost more than I could make in a year. You seem alright to me.
I figured it was safe to at least say that much.
Don’t think I’m doing this to be nice. If I didn’t think you could earn me a fucking boat load of cash, I wouldn’t bother.
His face had turned to granite and I bit my lip. Obviously I’d hit a nerve somehow. I wasn’t sure what I’d said that was so wrong though. Thanks just the same.
I tried to keep the hurt out of my voice.
A muscle ticked in his firm jaw and I wished I knew what he was thinking. He nodded, and walked back to his car. I’ll see you back at the club. We’ll meet here tomorrow night. Just be on time.
He didn’t give me time to answer. When he slid into his car, I decided if I didn’t want to get left behind I needed to hurry. I was pretty sure I knew where we were, but I didn’t want to take the chance of getting lost. Riding in the Jaguar was amazing. The thing was built for power and speed and I had to remind myself to take it slow.
Back at work I was quickly cornered by Luke. So did you lose the V card?
I’d decided he really liked trying to make me blush, and unfortunately I couldn’t stop myself. No. Not everyone thinks with their private parts!
He threw back his head and laughed, causing several customers to look our way. Damn baby it’s called a dick. I’d pay money to hear you say it.
Keep the shit off my time Luke,
Sin’s voice wiped the smile right off his face and I was pleased that he stood up for me.
Besides, I prefer cock,
with a smirk, Sin winked at me and walked back to his office.
So much for helping me out. My face was even hotter than it was before. Stomping off to the bar, I ignored Luke’s chuckle. The rest of the night was so busy there was no time to do anything but work.
I drove the new car home that night, and while the ride was incredible, I couldn’t help but worry about what would happen Monday night. I tried to watch the other girls dance earlier in the evening, but we were just so busy I didn’t get much of a chance.
chapter Four
Tutor
My psychology class was dull for a change. Usually it was one of my favorite courses. Between that and that lack of customers at the school store, I was ready to scream in frustration by the time I made it back to my dorm room. I quickly showered and shaved, then stepped out and rambled through my clothes. What did you wear to learn how to strip?
Deciding on my yoga Capri’s and top, I quickly slid them on. I told myself I wasn’t trying to impress Sin. Not that it would do much good. The man obviously didn’t find me appealing. Again I wondered if he might be gay. He didn’t pay attention to any of the other dancer’s either.
Driving to his place, I decided it didn’t matter if he was gay or not. I needed to earn the money to get a new car, and I had the opportunity if I paid attention to his lessons. That didn’t stop my heart from falling into my stomach as I knocked on his door.
He was talking on his cell when he opened the door, and I slid under his massive arm as he held it. Doing some deep breath exercises, I hoped I could calm the nausea.
He cupped his hand over the phone and spoke to me. Go on back to the studio, I’ll be done here in a minute.
He turned away and continued his conversation.
I made my way back to the studio, and walked inside. I had no idea what I was supposed to do and my nervousness intensified more. Did he expect me to strip and wait for him? The thought of doing that made my stomach lurch, so I decided against it. He could tell me what to do once he made it back here.
Lowering to the ground, I did some stretches. I couldn’t afford a gym membership, but I ran at least three times a week. I knew the warm up would help with any movements he planned on teaching.
The stretches reminded me of the years my dad had coached me. Before life had dealt us the raw hand, my dad had been my personal gymnastics instructor. It seemed like a million years ago in my mind. I could almost hear his voice telling me to work certain muscles. From the time I was six years old until middle school, he’d worked with me to perfect my skills.
Sin walked in the room and I stopped mid-stretch. Pulling my head out of the painful memories, I attempted to smile.
Don’t stop. I want you limber.
Crossing his arms over his chest, he leaned against the wall and watched me.
I couldn’t look at him. I continued my stretches and tried to pretend he wasn’t taking up so much space in the room. I know it was stupid, but I just couldn’t think straight when he was around.
I think you’re good. Let’s get started.
He was only wearing a pair of workout shorts, and it was the first time I got the full impression of how beautiful his body was. I couldn’t keep my eyes away from that gorgeous, tanned, hairless chest.
If you’re finished,
his mouth lifted in a smirk like he knew that the package was enticing and I blushed.
I stood up, my knees trembling as I walked over to him. So how do you want to do this?
Well lose the shirt, for now the pants can stay. You need to get comfortable in your own skin.
Sure, why not just throw off the shirt, I thought nervously. It was just a sports bra kind of top, and I pulled it over my head, tossing it aside. Like that didn’t take more guts than I had.
Those tits are going to make you a killing.
Walking over behind me, his hands cupped my breasts, and I gasped. Tensing, I couldn’t believe he just did that!
Relax. The first thing you want to remember before you go on stage, is to make sure those nipples are hard.
He pinched the peaks in his fingers, and I gasped. The customers want to think you’re turned on by showing them off.
My breath caught in my throat. I wasn’t sure if I was turned on or ready to run for the door, but my body responded. I felt a strange sensation move from my breasts down lower and moaned.
Damn baby, all that repressed sexuality! You are going to make all the guys sport a woody.
His hands released my breasts and I almost whimpered in need.
I should have been embarrassed by how easily my body came alive. But I couldn’t think that far. When he put those large hands around my waist, grinding against me, while moving my hips in a circular motion, I couldn’t think at all!
You’re too stiff!
He growled the words in my ear. I wondered if he knew that no one had touched me like that before and considered how he would have reacted in this situation. Instead of arguing I attempted to relax.
Watch us in the mirror.
His rough voice was demanding as he continued to move me the way he wanted. It was unbelievably hot seeing his hands on my body in the mirrors that covered the entire wall.
I’d tell you to pretend we’re fucking, but I guess that would be a stretch for you.
My head lowered as my cheeks burned. That wasn’t the right thing to do because one of his hands roughly grabbed my chin and lifted it. He didn’t stop the motion with his body or other hand.
Those sexy eyes need to be focused on that mirror. Don’t fucking lower them again!
Biting my lip, I nodded, and allowed him to maneuver me like a puppet. My heart was racing, and a feeling of excitement flooded through my veins. Allowing my head to fall back against his massive chest, I moaned.
I felt his length harden against my back, and that did nothing to stop the sensations I was feeling from our contact. My eyes did move back to the mirror and widen. I was shocked that the contact was turning him on.
His large hand splayed over my abdomen and his erection ground into me, never once losing the rhythm of the move he was directing. Don’t look surprised. It’s a cock, it gets excited rubbing against a pretty ass.
The way he spoke the words told me it meant nothing to him, and I tried to pretend I wasn’t affected. Did he just say I had a pretty butt? My ego did a somersault.
When you’re dancing alone, I want you to imagine we’re doing this movement. It’s all about the fantasy of having you in their bed. When you make them believe it’s just them you’re dancing for, that’s when the money flows.
Since I’d never danced with another man that way, it wouldn’t be hard to imagine it was him. He lifted my arm and placed my hand on my head. While doing that he managed to never miss a move with his hips.
This shows off those gorgeous tits. Run your hand through those long curls, and bring your hand across your face. Keep it slow and measured.
I was lost in the world of Sin. I didn’t think I just followed his orders.
Good! Bring your fingers across your lips, and part your mouth. You want to make it look like you’re about to lick them.
I felt like a voyeur as I followed his moves. I was shocked that it turned me on to follow his directions.
Now slowly move your hands up under your tits. You want to lift them, play with them a little. Keep those nipples hard. If you need to pinch them, do it!
My heart was pounding against my chest wall so hard it was almost painful as I followed his instruction. My breasts felt heavy, and the nipples were stiff. God it felt sinful to be touching myself in front of him this way!
Damn that’s sexy. Now part your legs and let your hand cup your pussy.
I faltered at his words, and messed up the tempo he was trying to keep with my hips.
Fuck Anya, don’t look so shocked! You’re selling sex here, and if you can’t do it, then this is a waste of time!
I couldn’t help it. My eyes filled with tears. I didn’t want to disappoint Sin. That thought made no sense to me, but it was still the truth. I’m sorry.
He pushed away from me and ran a hand through his tangled thick hair. Shit. Maybe we need to start with something else.
He paced the floor with long strides, then turned back to me. Goddamn it Anya, if you fucking cry I’m booting your ass right out of my house.
I couldn’t help that I was emotional and his words weren’t helping at all. I need to use your bathroom.
I didn’t doubt for a minute he would keep his word, and I didn’t want to test the theory.
He grabbed my hand and roughly dragged me out of the studio. Stopping in front of door, he opened it. Get your shit together, then meet me back in the studio. Unless you’ve changed your mind?
He didn’t give me time to answer, he just stormed off.
I shut the bathroom door behind me, and walked over to the sink. What was wrong with me? Fighting back tears, and this indescribable sensation in my body, I just stared at my reflection.
I took several deep breaths, and splashed some water on my face. Call me stupid, but it finally hit me that our dance had turned me on. Those emotions were something I’d repressed all my life.
chapter five
Innocence
This shit felt wrong. Her baby blues filling with tears shot a pang of feeling into my gut that I sure as fuck didn’t need. The women in my life had been money grubbing little whores, and it was hard to deal with a woman I couldn’t put in that slot. Anya needed money, but I knew she wasn’t the type of person to fuck me over to get it. That made her dangerous in my mind.
I should just send her little sexy ass right out the door. The thought of her being broke didn’t sit right on my conscious. Yeah I have a conscious. I just choose not to share that shit with most people. Being a male stripper gave me a cold heart when it came to women. I’d been used for my looks more times that I cared to remember. There was no ego about me, I knew I came wrapped up nicely. Looks just didn’t matter a fuck to me.
Anya reminded me of a time when I was a nicer guy. It pissed me off in some ways because I didn’t want to be that vulnerable again. Part of me thought about ripping that shit right out of her before she got hurt too. Nice people never fucking finished first, they usually got shit on until they grew some balls.
She looked like she lost her best friend as she walked back into the studio. Yeah, it made me feel like a fucking prick. When she walked that sexy little ass right up to me and put her hands on my chest, I felt singed. It had been too long since I let someone put their hands on me. I preferred taking my woman from behind and usually with them bent over a bed, or a table, calling me daddy or sir.
I’m a sick fuck when it comes to sex. Get in, get off, and get out. I have needs, but sugar coating shit to get to the action, just not my game. Her little hands on me, and those damn sexy ass eyes, had me wanting to rethink the game.
I’m sorry I freaked out. I can do this.
Fuck if that sweet little voice didn’t get my cock standing at attention. I wanted to punish her for making me want something different. You sure about that? ‘Because I got plenty of shit I can spend my time on if you’ve changed your mind.
She nodded that sweet little head full of curls, and my balls tightened. I turned her around and pulled her roughly back against my throbbing cock. Damn it felt good to rub over that sweet little ass. Cup your tits again, and pinch your nipples. Then move down and stroke that hot little pussy.
I wanted to shock her. What I really wanted was to have her grab the pole in the center of the room and thrust into what I knew would be the tightest little pussy I’d had before. That blush on her cheeks made me want to drop my load. Fuck, I never thought innocence could be that damn sexy.
She followed my commands, using barely any pressure on her nipples. Baby, you need to pinch those nips hard. When you’re on stage, you don’t have a lot of time to ready yourself for your audience.
The soft gasp that fell from those full lips as she pinched, went straight to my groin. Now that’s how you get them ready baby.
I watched her hand slide across her flat abdomen and almost growled as she found the way to her covered pussy. I imagined her pants off, and my fingers plunging into that wet heat. When she stopped again I wanted to groan.
I don’t know what I’m doing here Sin.
What she was doing was giving me blue balls, I thought to myself. Pretend I’m not in the room and you’re trying to get yourself off.
The look of confusion that flittered across her baby doll face didn’t register. Come on Anya, you know how to get yourself horny.
Her cheeks flushed, and damn if that wasn’t hot. Her words shocked me to my core. I don’t get myself off.
That softly whispered confession shocked me. What? Fucking never?
When she shook her head no, I knew we had a lot of shit to fix before she was even ready to train with me. That’s changing now. Slid off those pants.
Huh?
The look that she gave was almost comical. I wasn’t in the mood for comedy. Take it all off, I’m going to show you what needs to be learned.
If she had stalled I might have had the balls to let her walk out of the room. She didn’t. She slowly pulled off the skin tight workout pants, and was wearing nothing else. That was too fucking hot.
Grabbing her hand I led her out of the studio, and pulled her back to my bedroom. The lessons she needed to learn weren’t taking place on the cold wooden floor of the studio. "Climb your ass
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