His Desires

**Rachel**

I bobbed faster on the huge man's dick hoping and praying he would reach climax soon so I can finally get out of here. He was just the right guy to satisfy my needs this evening before I head home after an extremely long day.

I just finished dancing my a*s off on the pole. I mean that in the most literal way. I have various skills and techniques but my favourite is making use of what my momma gave me. It gets them every time and today, I got more than enough tips from the audience not to mention my usual pay from the club management,

If we're wondering why I'm in the middle of a blow job, I'll explain it to you. While dancing, I noticed an extremely horny man with a large bulge in his pants. It turned me on in the most sexual way possible and I promised myself he'll be inside of me before the night is over.

Besides, I haven't had a good fuck in days so I decided to put on both out of us misery. It's obvious his wife, mistress or girlfriend isn't treating him properly and I'm going to be his remedy. After I'm done with him, he won't have eyes for another woman's private parts.

Sadly, he turned out to be a terrible lover. He had an extremely huge d**k so I cummed within minutes of foreplay. He didn't even do it properly, I guess I was just too horny but that wasn't the worse part, it was the fact that he still begged for more after leaving me unsatisfied. I had to resort to giving him a blow job. I hate to leave a man unsatisfied. I have a reputation around here.

So here I was, sucking the life out of his member. He encouraged me by holding onto my hair until he finally spilled his load at the back of my throat. I swallowed it happily remembering the taste of c*m. It's really been a while.

I got up and simply wiped my lips before flashing him a wicked smile walking away making sure his eyes would he glued to my a*s. He'll never forget this night and neither will I but for two completely different reasons.

I went back to the dressing room to clean up as well as to check if I had left anything behind and couldn't help over hear the conversation between two other strippers. People talk around this parts and it's usually gossip but it doesn't hurt to know.

"I'm going to put on my best show for him tomorrow. One night with him and I'm set."

An unfamiliar voice says confidently. It takes a lot for a man to catch a stripper's eyes so whoever this man is, he must be really important.

"Yeah, me too. I hope he notices me. I can't wait."

The other beemed, her voice laced with excitement and anticipation. I made an appearance but they were both too busy fantasizing to even notice me.

Ignoring then, I checked thoroughly before taking my leave. I'm sure this new man has nothing to do with me so I wouldn't put too much thought on him.

****

I placed my gloves on taking the path to my house and surprisingly started considering my life decisions.

I am Rachel Sinclair. You must have realised I am a proud stripper. It's really funny though. Most people hide this part of themselves but I have always felt proud of whatever I'm doing. It's my life so no one has the right to judge me for it.

It's not like they'll under anyways, I have to hustle hard to feed myself and not depend on anyone else, it's not like there's anyone anyways so this is my life and I'm living it with no regrets.

My home was not that far from the club so I loved to walk and enjoy the cool breeze of the night. It was about Eleven pm so I should be home and in bed before twelve. I'll have to shower before resting, I can still smell the stench of that man.

Moving onto more depressing thoughts, I checked my phone for any calls from him but there were none. My face broke into a frown wondering how long this would go on.

My boyfriend and I broke up a few days back after he caught a guy staring at my ass. Apparently, I was motivating the said guy. He didn't even let me explain. He just broke up with me. It hurt a lot because his reason was far fetched. Lots of guys stare at my a*s. He made a big deal out of nothing and left me in the end. My heart and ego were bruised. So I refused to call him, hoping and praying he misses me just as must as I miss him or maybe it's the hot steamy s*x I get everyday. I can't decide but all I know is that I want him back.

I locked my phone and placed it back in my purse quickening my steps so I could get home quickly. My feets were soiled from my night job.

Suddenly, I sensed a tall dark figure hover over me. I stylishly looked backwards finding out that someone was trailing me from behind. I increased my pace hoping and praying I wouldn't get mugged or worse. My earnings are in my undergarments but there's a lot more that could happen to me.

Suddenly, another figure appeared right front of me, I jumped in fright facing the unfamiliar man. To my back, another was fast approaching. I'm cornered.

"Our boss wants to see you. I wonder why though. I guess I'll find out soon enough."

He utters in a clear and stern voice much like those gangsters in movies. I was quaking in my boots at this point.

"I don't give a fuck who your boss is or why he wants me."

I flipped over trying to sound brave but I'm not. I'm scared to death.

"I wasn't asking."

He chuckles deeply moving closer so I can catch a glimpse of his face. Afterwards, he snaps his finger and the other guy reaches me from behind and injects my skin with a needle. My legs feel wobbly and before I realise what happens, I find myself crashing to the ground with a loud thud. The last thing I noticed before shutting my eyes was an incoming call from Ian, my boyfriend. Oh, Fuck me.

*****

A/N:

Good news guys! I just want to inform everyone that I'll be re-edicting all the chapters posted before for my old readers. Nothing changes, I'm just adding a few more details so if you can, go back and re read, I assure you it'll be worth it.

Rest assured, the next chapter would be available before the day is over as well as the re-edicted ones. Be sure to follow up and drop a comment after reading so I'll know your thoughts.

Much love from here, Crystal.