The men at these parties are terrible. Rich, elite, privileged jerks who think they own the world and can do whatever they want. Most of them didn’t even work for what they have. They were simply born into it. I hate coming here to do what I do, but the money is so good I can’t turn it down.
My friend, Alyssa, got me the job here, and I’m grateful for it, but that doesn’t change the fact that it sucks, and I’m always putting on a happy face for the men so that I’ll keep getting invited back.
Of course, they probably don’t care whether or not I’m actually having a good time or not; they just don’t want a girl running around the house in her underwear looking miserable.
It also doesn’t help that most of them are old enough to be my grandfather. I know some girls here are fine with that and don’t mind having themselves a sugar daddy just as long as he keeps them in diamonds and furs, but that’s not me. I just want to be happy with a man who actually seems to care about me.
Which is why I’m so shocked by this man, Russell, who has his strong hand around my wrist right now.
Not only is he tall and handsome with kind eyes and a kind face, but he’s also in an age range that I could actually be interested in. And as he pulls me out into the hallway and leads me behind him, away from the room where I was just dancing, I can’t help but feel as though there’s some kind of energy emanating from him.
“I’ve never seen you before,” I say as he leads me down toward the outdoor patio. “Is this your first time here?”
Russell glances over his shoulder nervously, looking to his left into one of many media rooms where people have gathered to watch adult content together. He quickly turns away and pulls me outside. Yes, it’s definitely clear he’s never been here before.
There’s only one other couple outside having a conversation, and he pulls me away from them into a corner where we won’t be overheard. He turns so I’m in the corner and he’s blocking me from anyone else’s view and looks me up and down.
I’ve worked here long enough to no longer be self-conscious, but for some reason, as he drags his eyes up and down my physique, I suddenly wish I had a bit more clothing on.
“So you dance here?” he asks me.
I wish I had a different answer for him like No, I’m an astrophysicist or No, I’m studying at Harvard for my PhD in biology. Anything but telling him the truth. After all, this man clearly is one of the world’s elite if he’s here, and at this moment, unlike the other men I interact with every night, I find myself wanting to impress him.
But there’s no use lying to him, is there? He’s going to see right through me or just ask one of his friends who I am and find out anyways. But that doesn’t mean I can’t screw with him a little bit.
“Actually, I dance and do the tech support for the club.”
Russell lifts his eyebrows and nods. “Oh, is that right?” he replies, going along with the joke.
“It is.” I nod.
“Well, there’s nothing I like more than a beautiful girl with brains.” His smile absolutely lights up his face and sends warmth through my entire body. This may be the first time in weeks that I can say something positive about going to work here.
His eyes blaze as they work over my body. I try to get an idea of what his age may be, but it’s hard. I’d say somewhere in his late twenties, or he could be in his thirties and just look young. But as I’m looking at his handsome face, I see movement behind him.
One of the suited men charged with maintaining order at the party is eyeing me from the door. My stomach twists nervously. I know exactly what he’s saying without words and reply to him with a simple purse of my lips.
“Listen, Russ, I have to get back,” I say. “I’m not allowed to spend time alone with one guy like this unless…”
“Unless what?” Russell asks.
I really don’t want to answer him. If it was any other man on any other week, it would be no problem. But there’s something about this man that just makes me want to change professions right here and now. That makes me want to go join a convent and impress him with how much Bible Scripture I know.
But yet again, there’s no use in lying. He’s going to find out one way or another. So I take a deep breath, but as I speak, I avert my eyes.
“Unless you pay me for my time…”
There’s a long pause that’s somehow worse than anything he could have said – long enough that I actually look back to see him with his eyes on me, filled with an expression I can’t quite read. “So you’re an escort?”
“No,” I reply quickly. “I am a companion, but I only dance and spend time with you. I don’t…go all the way.”
Russell’s face instantly brightens up at this. “You don’t?”
“No.” I shake my head. “I’m surprised you like to hear that. It pisses a lot of guys here off–”
“And you’ve never?” He interrupts.
I can feel myself blushing at the nature of this conversation. Tonight is not shaping up at all the way I thought it would.
“Gone all the way?” I know what he’s asking, but I’m stalling out of pure embarrassment.
Russell nods. “That’s right.”
I shake my head. “No. Never. I’ve been offered money to, but I never took it.”
“And you’re not like…underage or something, right?” he asks with a grin.
“No!” I reply. “I’m nineteen!”
Russell moves in closer and places his hands on my waist. Every instinct I have from working here with these men tells me to slap him off me, but I don’t. Something about his touch is comforting. In fact, I kind of like it.
“I love that you don’t put out for these rich jerkoffs, Sapphire. That’s such a turn-on.”
“It is?” I reply.
I can feel my face getting hotter at his touch, at the heat from his body and from him just being this close to me. I haven’t had this kind of intimacy from someone I’d actually consider attractive in months.
“You’re damn right.” Russell nods. “And I’ll let you in on a secret, Sapphire. I’m not one of these rich guys. I just got in tonight because my friend tends bar here.”
“Are you serious?” I gasp.
“I sure am,” Russell chuckles. “But I’ll be willing to pay whatever it costs to claim you for your first time, gorgeous. To make you mine and only mine.”
Holy shit. Is this really happening? Is this new guy really offering me money for my virginity? There have been offers from the other men for the same thing, and I’ve seen other girls go through with it. Last month, in fact, a big pageant winner got a lot of money for hers. But me? The thought never even crossed my mind. Climbing into bed with a man three generations older than me for my first time never sounded like something I wanted to remember for the rest of my life.
But this handsome man?
There’s also that matter of my father’s gambling debts and the situation at home.
My dad drinks and is so bad with his money that he owes a ton to so many people. That’s the reason I started working here in the first place, as a fast way to pay off his debts so the collectors would stop showing up at our house at all hours of the night with weapons and threatening him with what will happen if he doesn’t pay up.
I’ve managed to make a decent dent in it so far with my dancing, but if Russell comes through with the rest, my dad and I could be clear of this whole situation.
“Well, my dad does owe five thousand in gambling debts–”
“Done,” he replies.
I feel his grip tighten on my waist as if he already owns me. My eyes go wide, and he pulls me tight and presses his bulge against me. It’s thick and hard and enormous. “You feel that?” he asks. “You’ve already done that to me, gorgeous.”
His gaze trails down my body, taking in my breasts, my stomach, and my thighs. I know that right now, at this moment, I’m just a transactional piece of flesh to him, and he’s just an account with money in it. But I can’t help but feel as though there’s more going on behind all this. More than just lust causing his dick to rise and more than just an escape route that I see in him.
But behind him, standing at the door, I see the guard in the suit giving me the eye again. This time, he’s much more emphatic and points at me with an index finger. Now, I can see him mouth to me.
Okay, I mouth back.
“All right, we have to do this now,” I say to Russell. “Before they get upset.”
“Okay.” Russell nods. “I don’t want them getting upset. How do we do this? Cash? I assume they don’t take cards here?”
“No, they do,” I reply. “It shows up on your statement as Cloudy Mountain Enterprises.”
Russell smirks. “Cloudy Mountain Enterprises?”
“That’s right.” I nod. “So as long as your card will accept the charge, then we’re good to go. There’s a surcharge for…them as well…”
Russell gently reaches up and threads his fingers through my hair, which sends a gentle shiver through my spine. He smiles. “Yeah, we’re good, gorgeous.”
This time, I’m the one leading him from the patio back inside. My entire body is buzzing with excitement and anticipation as we head for the checkout room, but as we walk, I can’t help but think that a part of me recognizes something familiar about this man.
Maybe it’s just me being nervous about knowing I’m finally going to be losing my virginity and wanting to be losing it to someone I sort-of-kind-of know instead of a complete stranger, but even as Russell hands his card to the man in the charcoal gray suit whose name I still have not learned, I can’t help but shake the feeling that he and I have met before. As he’s paying, I grab my coat from the closet. Thankfully, he was right, and they do accept his card.
But I must be projecting something that he picks up on, because as we step outside into the night, he glances over at me and gives me a look. It’s not quite a frown, not quite a squint, not quite a stare, it’s just a look.
“What?” I ask, feeling like I’ve suddenly blown the entire night.
“I should ask you the same thing,” he smiles, calming my nerves slightly. “For the last five minutes you’ve been looking at me like you just realized I was an alien in a human body.”
I laugh softly, trying to maintain the levity of the moment and shake my head. “No, it’s nothing,” I reply.
“You sure?” Russell replies as we reach his car. I see by the state of it that he definitely was not lying about not being one of the many rich assholes I dance for here every week.
“I am.” I smile as he opens the door for me like a gentleman. “Don’t even worry about it. Must have been my resting-weird-face.”
Russell’s smile broadens, and the feeling that I have met this man before deepens within me. He chuckles and helps me into the car while shaking his head. “No, the only thing resting on your face is beauty, gorgeous.”
