Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
I’ve always had a mask kink. It’s one of the reasons I love Halloween so much. Give me a group of men with nothing but masks and jeans on, and I will drool all over myself like a fucking idiot while begging them to fuck me. I blame Saint, Haidyn, and Kashton for that. The Lords in general always wore masks.
Some women want roses and diamonds, candlelit dinners and I love yous. Not me. I want to be choked and told I look pretty with your cum covering my face.
I get to my shaking legs, and he sits back in his seat, slouching, getting comfortable once more. I notice a hundred-dollar bill lying on the stage, and I walk toward the edge, turn around and bend over. Grabbing my ankles, I balance on the balls of my heels so I don’t fall over on my face. I watch him upside down as he leans forward once again.
I right myself only to fall gracefully. Lowering my right knee first, then my left. I place my chest and the side of my face on the cool stage and lift my ass in the air. Pulling my knees toward my face, I arch my back even more. I spread them wide giving him a view of my glowing white G-string before I raise my chest and face up off the floor and start bouncing my ass while pushing myself backward, closer to him.
I sit up on my knees, looking at him over my shoulder, my hands in my dark hair as he stands. Fuck, he’s tall. Something about a man who could overpower me just makes me want to fight them. Force me to submit to you.
My pulse races when he leans over the stage and places his hands on my thighs. They’re allowed to touch at Glass. How far they can go is up to us. But the Fountain room? You don’t reserve and not touch whatever you want. If you’re an entertainer and don’t want to be groped, then you decline any invite to this room. It’s always your decision how far you want to go.
I release my hair, reach down and grip his wrists and guide his hands up and over my waist. I let go and his hands slowly continue upward to run over my ribs.
I’m panting, my skin tingling in his wake, making goose bumps cover my sensitive skin.
His right hand wraps around my throat, forcing me to arch my neck and stare up at the blinking fluorescent lights while his other travels downward to my thigh.
My heavy eyes fall closed, and I let out a moan as he squeezes my throat, and his other hand slaps my thigh before he lets go of me.
Biting my red-painted lip, I lean forward, placing my chest on the stage again, pushing my ass up in the air for him to look at. His fingertips graze my spine—I shiver at the contact as he touches my tattoo—before trailing over my bare ass and down the back of my exposed thighs. His fingers dig into my fishnets, and he pulls on them, tearing them in the process.
I moan at the tenderness of his fingertips yet the power of his grip. The pills makes me feel better and better every second.
Opening my eyes, they land on the second guy who I hadn’t noticed until now. He’s perched on the white leather couch, his hands on Sadie’s ass while she straddles his hips, giving him a dance. He’s dressed the same—ripped blue jeans with a black hoodie and a mask on. The shape of the skull and horns are identical except it’s white and gray. No red. The eyes as black as night and the two holes for the nostrils in the nose match.
His fingers pull down her G-string and her hands go to her hair as she begins to bounce up and down on his lap.
The man standing behind me slaps my ass, and I rock back and forth. A moan escapes my parted lips when he digs his fingers deeper into my thighs. My legs spread wider, begging for another slap to my sensitive skin.
My body tenses, and I hold my breath when I feel his fingers slide into my G-string and ever so slowly down inside the material. He pulls it from my pussy just the slightest to where I can feel his knuckles graze my cunt.
I want to beg him to touch me, but I refrain. Instead, I bite my lip to keep in the whimper that wants to escape. You can do whatever you want in these private rooms. As much as they want to pay for. I can tell you right now, I’ve fucked worse for free. My body tingles, all hot and bothered. Whether he pays me or not, it’ll be worth it.