Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
“Old man, eh? Your lips are saying one thing but your body… your body is betraying you, little girl. It doesn’t think I’m old. It likes me just fine…” Just to prove my point, I brushed my knuckles along her cheek, enjoying the soft feel of her skin.
Her breathing hitched and her eyes dilated.
“My body and my actions are none of your business and stop calling me a little girl,” she replied in a sultry voice.
“You became my business as soon as you stepped foot on my property, and you being here has fucked with that. You’re a child. Can’t be older than what? Fifteen?”
She grimaced, embarrassed. Looking around the parking lot, avoiding me at all costs.
“I can smell it on you. You want me. Is this turning you on, little girl?” I scoffed, taking my hand away from her face.
The loss of my touch clearly affecting her.
“You look me in the eyes when I’m talking to you.” I grabbed her chin, bringing her gaze back to mine.
Her eyes widened and her lips parted as I gripped her chin harder. “This is an adult establishment, the best one in New York City. Women take their clothes off for money, a lot of it. You want to come back? I suggest you come for an audition when you grow a pair of tits and an ass. Until then, you’re no use to me. Now be a good little girl, turn around, and go sit your ass in the fucking car. If you don’t listen, I won’t hesitate to take you over my knee and teach you some goddamn respect like your father should have.”
I was finally getting to her. She immediately jerked her face back, away from my grasp. The hurt evident all over her solemn expression.
All I wanted to do was put an end to this conversation, or any fucking illusions of who she thought I was in her head. I didn’t have time for this bullshit, the last thing I needed was to fucking babysit.
I spoke with conviction, “Go play with your Barbie dolls, sweetheart. Let the men handle business.” And with that I abruptly turned, walking back toward the club’s back entrance.
“Take care of it, Rick,” I called over my shoulder, never once looking back.
I saw him before we even pulled into the parking lot of the strip club on Twenty-third Street. It was known to be one of the most pristine establishment in New York City. At least for a strip club anyway.
It wasn’t hard to miss him. The man was built like a brick house, muscular, solid and tall. Standing at least a half foot taller than the guy next to him. They were obviously having a heated conversation. I never wanted to be a fly on the wall more than I did at that moment.
I couldn’t stop staring at him, the man exuded dominance. He was dressed in an expensive suit, which probably cost more than the piece of shit car I was sitting in. His black hair was slicked back away from his face. I pictured it falling at the end the day, framing his narrow cheekbones perfectly. He was devilishly handsome. Tan skin that can only be accomplished from spending hours under the sun, a masculine face and nose that highlighted his strong cheekbones and jawline. His dark facial hair only added to his appeal. He was a fine specimen. His bright green eyes are what caught my attention though. They looked like they could reach into your soul and possess you.
He wasn’t even looking at me, and I could feel him all over.
I was drawn to a man who had to be twice my age, like a magnet. Feeling his pull on me. But, I couldn’t help it. I was fifteen years old, and it was the first time in my life I ever felt an attraction to someone. I hated guys. I steered clear of them at school, even my poor foster father who never did anything to me.
Yet, there I was, physically propelled toward a man I had never met before. There was something about him, and I could see that from a block away. I felt like I had seen him before, met him somewhere, but I knew it was impossible.
Where would I have met a man like this?
His presence was comforting and afflicting all at once. The way he just stood there, consumed me in ways I never thought possible. There was a predatory, yet captivating look in his eyes, like he had the answer to every question I ever thought of. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from his, and I didn’t want to.
I could watch this man all day, and it still wouldn’t be enough.
My heart pounded out of my chest as we pulled into the crowded parking lot just after midnight. I stared out the passenger window ignoring all the rich and probably famous people, dressed to the nines. A line wrapped around the huge building with customers eager to go inside and get a taste of the erotic dancers.