Free Sapphire by Ashley Suzanne Page B

dancer.
    “I had something different in mind.  Ever fucked in a VIP room before, baby?”  His eyes widen in shock as he shakes his head.  “Do you wanna?”  He licks his lip and swallows hard before shaking his head yes.
    I explain my prices to him and he doesn’t even try to negotiate—that never happens.  I tell them sixty, they try to haggle me down to forty.  It’s a never-ending battle, and for once it’s nice to not have to fight for my money.  I almost wish I would have said more.
    I take the crisp bills from his hand and put them in my purse.  Slowly, I take my top off, freeing my tits.  My nipples pebble under his gaze, which also doesn’t happen.  This isn’t about fun for me as I’ve explained before, so my body usually doesn’t react like it typically would.  I brush off the red flags waving in my mind and turn my back to him.
    He slouches a little in his seat.  Just because I’m about to fuck this guy’s brains out, doesn’t mean he won’t get the lap dance he came back here expecting.  I slowly lower myself onto his lap, lightly grinding my ass against his crotch, which is hard even before I touch him.  I lean my back against his chest, still grinding but now moving my body up and down his torso. 
    “Can I touch?” he whispers in my ear.
    “You paid for it, baby.  Have at it.”
    His firm hands skim up my sides, making me squirm under his touch.  He cups my tits, rolling my nipples between his finger and thumb but still squeezing with his palm.  Maybe he’s not as inexperienced as I thought.
    “Is this okay?”
    “Sweetie, you don’t have to ask.  You bought thirty minutes.  Make ‘em count.”  With that, one hand slides down my stomach to the hem of my thong.  In one breath, his fingers make their way inside and between my lips in search of the bundle of nerves hidden so carefully beneath them.  As he finds the trigger he’s searching for, my back arches against his chest and my breath hitches.  What the fuck?  I never even try to get off and this fucking guy is about to bring me to my knees.
    Leaving the pad of his thumb to massage my clit, his fingers continue their exploration. As they find my weeping entrance, he pushes inside so quickly and forcefully, I almost come right on the spot.
    “Is this okay?”
    “Baby, you need to stop asking that.  If it was a problem, I would tell you.”
    “Okay, I won’t ask again.  I’ve just never done this before.  I mean, not like ever, but never in public like this.”  His fingers and thumb working in perfect sync, I can feel the slow burn starting low in my belly, ready to explode with one more stroke of the pad of this thumb.
    “ Fuck that feels amazing.”  I can’t believe I just said that out loud.  Oh well, fuck it.  This is about him, and what do guys love more than knowing they left a woman satisfied?
    He continues the euphoric assault, engaging all of my senses.  When the song ends, he withdraws his hands and rests them at his sides all while breathing heavily in my ear, sending tingles down my spine.  I shift my weight and take my thong off, leaving me entirely exposed.  Turning around, I take a spot between his knees and start to undo his belt buckle.
    “You really don’t have to,” he mutters, not making eye contact with me.
    “Listen, Sweetie, I’m not going to argue with you.  I already got my money, but if you want what you paid for, then you might want to make the best use of the twenty-six minutes you have left.”
    “I’m sorry; you just look like someone I’ve met before.”  You know that nasty feeling in your gut that you get right before something bad happens?  Yeah, I have that.  But against my better judgment, I don’t stop.
    “I’ve been told I have one of those faces.  So what do you say, baby?”  I cup and massage my tits right in front of his face, pinching my nipples and licking my lips.  He better not say he doesn’t want to.  He’s got me all worked