Chapter 1
Candy sat on the dressing table and did her makeup. She put on her bright blonde bob wig and applied enough layers of foundation and pepper red lipstick. One thing she learned from her job was never to reveal her identity to clients. She looked in the mirror and smiled, she was set for the night. The night was still young but she already had three clients waiting for her. It was the weekend, and she loved weekends, it meant more clients and more clients meant more money.
“Hey, Barbie doll” A voice called from behind her.
“Oh, hi Ken.” She was lost in thought and didn’t notice when her boss walked in. She stood up and adjusted her leather short skirt. She was not yet used to the dress code of her job but she would manage.
“What can I do for you, Jackson?” she smiled at him.
“You know, it’ll be nice if you called me boss, at least; once in a while.” He walked up to her and gently wiped a lipstick smudge from the side of her lips.
“In your dreams, Jackson.” She removed his hand from her face and walked out.
“Hey, my offer still stands… you know?” He held her wrist before she could walk out the door.
“I'm sorry, but I can’t date you Jackson, I do this kind of job and I don’t want you feeling uncomfortable because your girlfriend dances in a club.” She said quietly.
“Hey, Hey, hey,” He drew her into his arms.
“Listen to me Barbie doll, I don’t care about what you do, okay? I like you for just you, no other reason. But if you don’t feel comfortable working here and dating me, then... How about I fire you?” He smirked at her.
“You’re crazy.” She chuckled, playfully punchingvhus left shoulder.
“I’ll think about it.” She said smiling up at him.
“Take your time, Barbie doll. I’ll wait.”
“Ewe! Enough with the romance!” A young boy in a white shirt and black trousers walked in and sat on the chair in front of the table. He unbuttoned the first buttons of his shirt, sending a flirty look to Jackson.
Candy and Jackson chuckled and released each other.
“Oh, don’t be so green, Max.” Candy teased the young boy, patting his shoulder.
“I’ll get going, boss.” She winked at Jackson and left.
“Hey, that’s not fair at all!” Max whined. He came and stood in front of Jackson.
Jackson only raised a questioning brow at him, not bothering to talk to him.
“I'm right here, but you just keep staring at the door as if she was still there.”
“So?” Jackson asked carelessly.
“Ugh, fine.” Max angrily looked away from Jackson and walked out, pouting.
Jackson shook his head, he never understood what Max was always on about.
He was about to walk out when his sight caught Candy's red contacts, she probably forgot them. He took it with him to give to her, he knew how particular she was about hiding her identity.
Candy just finished with her last client and was ready to go home with her friend Chloe, but they received a message to hold on because the club was going to receive a VIP guest tonight. She was tired and she did not care who the VIP was, she wanted to go home and rest. She has had enough of perverted guys for one night. She hated those rich arrogant bastards who thought they could do anything to anyone because they had the money.
“Come on Kora, we might hit the jackpot tonight.” Candy's friend told her as they sat beside the stage where the stripers were dancing. She preferred to be called Kora when she was on duty, even though some people went by their real names, but she did not want to risk being recognized by any of her clients outside the club. She preferred the name; 'Kora.'
“Yeah, I hope so Chloe.” She replied. Not believing her own words.
Lynch killed the engine of his 2022 Lamborghini Aventador Ultima. He stepped out of the car and walked into the strip club. He hated these kinds of places where his worst kinds of humans flooded; girls. He believed this was just the perfect place for gold-digging bitches like them, at least here, they get to show their true colors without pretending to love someone. The security men at the door bowed their heads to him as he entered, they were surprised to see the country’s richest billionaire and hottest bachelor in this kind of place.
He clenched his fists to tune down his rising anger and irritation as he stepped into the club. The shameless strippers were busy shaking their asses, others were busy being playthings for men. He felt disgusted. As a man, he was supposed to get excited over the things he saw in the club, but instead, he felt disgusted. This has been his situation for five years now. He never got turned on, even if the most sexily curved girl stripped before him. He did not bother with the condition because he made up his mind never to have anything to do with women anymore. His mother would be very pleased to know that he went to a strip club, she’s been throwing girls at him, both directly and indirectly, but he could care less about them. His body concurs with his mindset, it shuts down completely to women.
“Sir, the young man over there asked me to bring you over.” A girl dressed in nothing but a pant and bra spoke from beside him.
He looked over to where she had pointed and saw his two friends; they were the reason why he was there. He ignored the girl and walked over to them.
“We've been waiting for you, Lynch. Pour him a glass, Barbie.” A handsome young man with blonde hair stood and went over to Lynch putting his hand over his shoulder.
“Get your hands off me.” Lynch scowled at his friend before taking a seat a good distance away from his friends.
“Come on Evans, he just got here, don’t make him leave already,” Joshua said, sipping his drink.
Evans went back to his seat, sulking.
“Here's your drink. Enjoy yourself tonight, Mr. Lynch.” Barbie poured the wine into the empty glass on the table, purposely bending in front of him to showcase her pouring cleavage to him. He ignored her and picked up his drink but did not drink it, he did not plan to drink tonight, he was driving.
“Aw, what now? Come on, bottoms up everyone.” Evans raised his glass to the center and everyone clinked their glasses together, the reluctance was obvious in the way Lynch downed his drink. He placed his glass down on the table but Joshua filled it up immediately.
“Come on, we’re just getting started.” And just like that, three handsome men drank till they were drunk.
“Heeyy, I’ve got a surprriiise foorr you.” Evans slurred, waving his hand to Barbie who was standing nearby.
“Yes, Mr. Evans?” Barbie answered sweetly.
“Take Mr. Lynch to hiiss ssuurrpriisse.” He collapsed on top of Joshua who was almost passed out. Barbie giggled at the sight of the drunken hot men.
“Mr. Lynch, please follow me.”
Candy was just about to pull her wig off when someone burst through the door of the dressing room.
“Kora!”
“What!” Candy almost fell off the stool from shock.
“What the hell, Barbie? I almost died before my grandma!” She placed her hand on her chest to calm the erratic beating.
“Girl!!! Tonight is your lucky night!” Barbie squealed excitedly.
“What do you mean?” Candy asked with a raised brow.
“All I can tell you is that you got booked the whole night by Mr. Evans for five hundred dollars girl! Five hundred!” Barbie put her palm in front of Candy's face, demonstrating the number with her fingers.
Candy could not believe what she just heard, she knew Mr. Evans, he was a regular at the club, but she did not understand why he would pay so much for her, and… Wasn’t Barbie his favorite lap dancer? Why did she seem so excited over her client paying for someone else?
“Room 306, go get it girl, don’t keep him waiting. I’m off to my baby, Bye!” Barbie left giggling like a schoolgirl who had just been asked to the prom.
‘Baby?’
Candy became more confused, she knew well that Evans was the 'baby' Barbie was talking about, then, who was the person waiting for her in room 307?
‘Whatever.’ She does not care who it is, as long as she gets paid.
Lynch sat on a big red sofa inside a dimly lit room, he was tipsy as hell but he still held on, he wanted to see the great surprise his friend had prepared for him. Even drunk, he was still partially aware of his surroundings, he checked his wrist and frowned, he’d been waiting for his surprise for fifteen minutes now, and he did not like to be kept waiting. Just when he wanted to leave, the door opened, and he felt his whole being unable to look away from the person who had just entered the room. He was instantly hypnotized.
He did not have the time to think about what and why a woman was doing in his room, all he thought about was how sexily tempting the person in front of him was. He should have been angry, he should have been irritated, but he was not. Instead, he felt his dick stir for the first time in five years, and every ounce of reasoning flew out the window.
He was going to devour her.
Candy was not prepared for the sight she saw when she opened the door with the number 307. Her heart flew out from her chest the moment her eyes landed on the handsome man sitting elegantly on the red sofa, Greek sculptures were a pale comparison to him, she was drawn by the Lucifer vibe she got from him. His dark hair was neatly styled, and his body in that expensive suit was calling to her, his mysterious grey eyes stared deep into her soul, making her insides tingle. She had never felt this way for anyone, ever. She knew it was against the rules of the club to feel anything for a client, but she could not help it, her body was on fire which only his touch could quench. She dearly hoped he was like other men who always tried to touch her, because, this time, she would not refuse.
It was as if everything else disappeared and it was only the both of them that were left.
Lynch watched as she slowly walked toward him, his dick got harder with every step she took toward him. She finally came to a stop in front of him and he took the opportunity to take a good look at the goddess in front of him.
Candy was happy she had chosen to change her outfit before coming, she was now wearing a black transparent lace sexy dress with just a nipple pad covering her nipples and a black G-string that barely covered her crotch.
They didn’t speak, they did not need to, the palpable sexual tension in the room could be cut with a knife.
He patted his lap, motioning her to sit on him. And like a hypnosis, she obeyed. He watched with excitement as her breasts jiggled as she put each leg beside him, lowering herself to him. But he was not satisfied. She did not sit on him as he expected, his dick was straining in his pants, yearning to feel her soft pussy bouncing on it.
“What's the problem, Kitten?” He whispered dangerously close to her ears, enjoying the way she shivered, she was so responsive to him.
“My job is just lap dancing, sir.” She answered quietly. She knew he wanted her but she wanted him to confirm it verbally, in case she was imagining things and it was all in her head, she can’t risk losing her job just because she was horny.
He smiled sensually at her making her insides churn, she bit her lips avoiding eye contact with him, she did not want to embarrass herself in front of the sex god.
He put both of his hands behind her waist, drawing her in and slowly lowering her to his lap, his hard dick jerking as her clothed crotch surrounded it. Both of them sucked in their breath at the same time, their breathing becoming shallow and heavy.
He used his thumb to free her lips from between her teeth.
“You’re tempting me, Kitten.” He said looking directly into her eyes.
“What if I want more than just a lap dance? Can you give that to me?” He traced his hand from the side of her face down to her neck and finally, he palmed her left breast through the flimsy transparent gown.
“Mhm! Y-yes, I can.” She stuttered her reply as she felt his hand on her breast, she felt her center twitch, and the hard thing pressing her middle was not helping at all. She started rocking her hips against his erection, thriwing her gead back and relishing the way it suited her leaking core.
“Fuck!” Before she knew it, she felt herself being lifted and she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. He held her legs around his waist as he carried her to the bed beside the sofa.
He placed her on the bed, placing his elbows beside her head, and slowly, he untied her gown, throwing it to the floor. He removed the nipple pads, freeing her hard nipples, she wriggled beneath him as he bent his head and took one hard nipple into his mouth, using his hand to massage the other.
“Mm.” She moaned as he slowly sucked her nipple, the stimulation she got from such a simple yet erotic act got her back arching off the bed. She needed more. She held his face and brought it down to her lips, but before she could kiss him, he pinned her hands above her head with his muscular hand.
“Such a naughty Kitten.” He whispered hoarsely in her ear and bit her earlobe. He kissed her neck down to her sternum and continued down until he reached her center. He tore away her pants, spread her legs with his hands, and buried his face between her legs without warning.
“Ah, please!” She begged him for more, she could not get enough of this new sensation she felt.
Lynch sucked on her pussy like a starved man, he was drunk but he sure knew what he was doing, he put a finger into her wet pussy and increased the lapping of his tongue on her clit, sucking her juices that flowed out like a fountain.
“Mm, fucking right.” His voice was filled with liquid hot desire, his dick was going to burst if he did not insert it into that sweet pussy as a matter of urgency. He climbed over her and slammed his lips into hers.
“Uh.”
“Mm.”
They both moaned as their lips clammed together, they’re tongues fought for dominance as they explored every corner of each other's mouth.
“Can you taste yourself, Kitten?” He held her jaw between his thumb and pointy finger, staring into her beautiful blue eyes. She nodded, not trusting herself to be able to form cognitive words at the moment.
He lifted himself from her and discarded his clothes, he saw her eyes sparkle; she was transfixed on his sculpted body. He knelt in the bed, with each knee beside her waist, deliberately rubbung his dick slowly to gauge her sexy reaction.
“I'm going to fuck you now, Kitten.” He told her firmly as he wedged his hands beside her head.
“Please, please do.” She rasped out.
He responded to her plea by positioning the head of his giant dick in front of her pussy, he teased her with it by using her juice as a lubricant to tease her opening, rubbing the mushroom head of his hard dick up and down her wet core. He teased it for a while and without warning, slammed into her.
“Ahh!”
“Fucking… Tight.”
Their voice erotically resounded in the room.
He slammed his hips into hers in a fast rhythm, not seeming to get enough of the hot sweet nectar. She was breathless as the handsome man above her rocked his strong wood into her, she did not believe those sexy sounds could ever come from her. His stamina was that of a beast as he went on and on with her without looking a bit tired.
The sound of wet skin slapping together gave rise to the erotic atmosphere, fueling their ever-rising libido.
“Cum with me, Kitten.” He commanded, covering a nipple with his mouth, and increasing the speed of his thrust.
“Mm, ooh!” She screamed and held onto his back, her nails scratching his bare back but he did not care about the pain, he enjoyed the feeling of her hands on him, it field him on.
“I’m... Cuming… Ahh!” Her voice was like an enzyme that fastened his reaction, he felt himself grow bigger inside her and he let out a strong growl as he burst his seed into her.
“Argh! Fuck!” He slowed his thrust, enjoying the way she shuddered under him. Her little moans were just the best sound he needed to hear at that moment. He covered her lips with his own, caressing the sides of her face. She wrapped her arms around his neck, enjoying the aftermath of the hot unexpected sex.
"You're really a Kitten." He whispered into her ears.
