I smirked. “What if I wanted you to?”
“Only time will tell.” She winked a green eye at me and pulled me toward a back room.
Chapter 2
Mila
I swayed my hips as I guided my newest client to the backroom. His friend paid three hundred dollars over my usual price, and I was going to make sure he got his money’s worth. I didn’t take handouts, and I sure as hell wouldn’t take money without working for it.
Sergio stood guard at the door, and I gave him the look that told him he didn’t need to follow us inside. He nodded in understanding, but stayed in his spot outside. One scream and he would barge in. But, for some reason in my gut, I knew with this guy that would never happen. There was kindness in his eyes, and he didn’t try to grab a handful of ass or tit, when I bent toward him.
I pushed opened the door and shoved him onto the soft black leather couch. He fell into the cushions and laughed.
“I like a girl who knows what she wants,” he said. “So, what’s your name?” He smirked, and it only made him that much hotter.
“Starr,” I said with a wink.
He lifted his hand taking a strand of blonde wig between two fingers “Your name is about as fake as your hair.”
I tried not to focus on his good looks, or the fact that his body was as hard as rocks. He was a customer, and I had rules, one of which was I didn’t tell customers my real name.
Besides, I wasn’t here for the small talk. I was here to do my job, so I kicked my leg over his thigh, and shimmied my ass down into his lap. The bulge in his pants was as hard as the rest of him. I rubbed my ass into his impressive length.
I closed my eyes, letting the movements of my body take control. I ground myself against him, electric heat shooting through my core. My eyes popped open at the flood of sensation.
Most of the time I was a puppet going through the motions void of emotions or feelings, but this guy beneath me with his impressive erection, too cool for school demeanor and handsome as could be face was stirring something deep inside me.
Usually, when I gave lap dances, the guys weren’t allowed to touch me, but I had an overwhelming desire to feel his hands on my body. This guy was getting to me in a way I never allowed. Disregarding my self-imposed rules, I wrapped my fingers around his wrists, and brought his large hands to my bare hips. Cuts cracked his knuckles and bruises formed along the rough skin. I knew he was a fighter. He was famous in these parts.
“I thought lap dances were for looking and not touching.”
“I’m bending the rules for you.” I winked and his fingers slid over my hip with a gentleness that surprised me.
He was hesitant at first, obvious this wasn’t his first rodeo. He knew the rules and though I was making an exception, I understood his reservations. “Don’t be shy,” I said, and his callused fingers tightened on my sides.
I rested a hand on his shoulder and rocked against him as I bent back, thrusting my tits into his face. The blonde pigtails swayed as I did, and I really wished I could rip the damn wig off. But it was part of my act tonight, and I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction in knowing he was right.
To him, all I was and all I ever would be was Starr, the innocent schoolgirl with a naughty side. He didn’t need to know that once the sun made its ascent into the horizon, the wig would be gone, and I’d be Mila: a twenty-five-year-old brunette, and the sole caretaker of a sixteen-year-old.
I turned my back to him, and brought my arm up, snaking it around his neck as I let my ass do all the work. He groaned, and his cock continued to swell and throb beneath me, telling me exactly what he liked. I narrowed in on those movements, providing him with material to jerk off to tonight.
For thirty minutes, I rubbed and ground my ass and tits against his hard body, giving him the best lap dance, I’d ever given. My body got so into it that I nearly brought myself to orgasm from the friction. Once I was satisfied, and knew he got his money’s worth, I ended it with a quick kiss on his cheek.
I got up and went to walk away when his hand latched onto my wrist. There was no threat there, so I glanced down at his tight hold and lifted an eyebrow in his direction.
He had sweat beaded on his forehead, and I was happy to know I wasn’t the only one hot and bothered. “You going to tell me your name now?”
I swallowed down the desire to be honest and smiled. “I already did.”
He stood up from the couch and brushed a fake blonde strand back into place. “You told me a bullshit name. I’m asking for your real name.”
Nothing here was real. Everything that happened inside these walls was a façade, and the reason it worked was because I never thought differently. I let guys buy me drinks, grab my ass and say disgusting things to me, but I never revealed the real me. Once they knew the real me, the fantasy was gone. I needed to keep my two worlds separate from one another. Yeah, this guy was hot and I could think of a lot of things that I would like to do with him, but there was no way in hell I could let that happen. I took a deep breath, remembering why I was even here in the first place.
I was here to do a job, and make enough money to keep my sister and I off the streets.
“Maybe it’ll help if you know mine. I’m Knox.”
“I know who you are.” Who didn’t? He was a big deal around here. My boss bet a fucking fortune on him on his latest fight. I hadn’t watched it since it wasn’t my thing, but I was surprised he didn’t have a single mark on his gorgeous face. I guess there was a reason he was undefeated.
He moved toward me, his erection still pressing against his pants. “Well, that isn’t fair. Now you have to tell me.”
Peeling back the layers, would destroy the fantasy. “Why do you even want to know?”
“Because something tells me that the woman behind this character you’re playing, is much more interesting”,
I laughed. “You have no idea.”
I tapped on the door and Sergio opened it, eyeing Knox. “Is there a problem?” he asked.
“Nope,” I said with a smile. “Just finished, that’s all.” I glanced over my shoulder to Knox. “Have a good night, handsome.” With another wink, I walked out of the backroom, leaving Knox to believe whatever he wanted.
Chrissy came up to me as I made my way backstage. She was perky twenty-four seven, and I always wondered if she was naturally like that or if it was a side effect from some good drugs. “How’d it go?” she asked.
She was a stripper with a dream of finding a man to take care of her. Hoping that one day her Prince Charming would stumble in here and they would share one look, sealing their futures together. I wasn’t that naïve. I knew a guy wasn’t the answer to my prayers.
“I gave him exactly what he paid for.”
“You could have gotten his number,” she stated like I was blind to the fact. “He was hot, and totally digging you. You should have went for it.”
“Why? No offense, Chrissy, but we’re strippers. If guys wanted the real deal, they wouldn’t be in here. They come here to escape real life.” Her blue eyes went wide and she looked like a wounded puppy. Damn it. Just because I refused to live in a fairy tale didn’t mean I had to ruin it for her. I rested a sympathetic hand on her shoulder. “I didn’t mean that.” I tried to reciprocate, but it was already too late. The damage was done.