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EMMA

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"Don't be nervous," Amy whispered to me as she entered the private dressing room at the back of the club. In her hands were the revealing clothes I was supposed to wear.

These were worn to serve drinks and were so scantily designed that I had to hold back a gasp when I got a good look at the outfit.

I couldn't help but wonder what the sex workers wore if the servers dressed like this!

Amy had helped me out after I told her I would work there, and she got me a spot the very next day.

I left immediately after my shift at the restaurant, took a shower, and headed to Magenta Club.

The lingerie and tight dress fit snugly on my body — the dress barely covered my girly bits and upper thighs, that was how scandalous it was.

I had to admit, it hugged my curves that were always hidden under loose clothes.

Amy was superb at makeup, and I let her play around with my look and curl my long hair so it rested softly on my back.

She let out a contented smile when she looked at my face.

"You are so beautiful, Emma. Men will surely drool when you walk past them, I swear."

I knew she was trying to ease my nerves, but who wouldn't be nervous working a place like this in clothes this skimpy?

She left the dressing room to answer one of the workers who had called her, and I was alone with my jitters. I bit my nails — a habit of mine.

I glanced at the counter and noticed some pills that looked like they would calm my nerves.

Without much thought, I took one and washed it down with water.

A few minutes later, Amy came back and explained that I had to go to room 101, where a VIP guest would be waiting. I would serve him a drink or two and make my money for the night.

Easy-peasy, right?

Wrong.

The place was so damn big and confusing. As I made my way to the top floor, men stopped to stare at me everywhere I turned.

I felt like fresh meat set out for predators — it sent a cold shiver up my spine.

No one was allowed to bring their phone into this part of the club; they didn't want any scandals or videos leaking out. I couldn't call Amy because of that, so I was entirely on my own.

With each step I took, I started to feel sick and drowsy. I felt myself growing hotter, the hallway expanding around me. Was it my nerves? It had to be.

"Remember, Emma — this is for Mom. You can do this. You have to," I whispered to myself as I reached the door.

The lights were so dim and my eyelids so heavy as I struggled to find the right room. I reached a door that read 1…0… was the last digit a 1 or a 7?

I stared at it in a panic.

"Fuck it," I muttered before knocking. I heard a voice say "come in." I took a deep breath and opened the door.

I was met with the most handsome man I had ever seen in my twenty-one years of living — no joke.

It left me tongue-tied and flushed, especially when I caught his eyes sliding over my frame.

He was so fucking handsome it felt almost improper. My face was surely beet red. I tried to compose myself and managed a smile.

"Come here." His husky voice made me shiver, and the strength nearly left my legs entirely from the pull of it.

He leaned back in his chair, legs spread open, dominant and unhurried, watching my every move.

Thankfully, I didn't pour the drink — years of serving at the restaurant had steadied my hands — but his gaze alone could drive someone out of their mind. Hell, it was driving me out of mine.

And like a switch had been flipped, I was drawn to him. His aura carried a calm intensity that made me crave being near him, though I couldn't explain why.

"You're gorgeous," he said, catching me off guard. His hand reached up to caress my face. His pupils were dilated — he was drunk — but for reasons I couldn't understand,

I felt a deep craving to move closer and lose myself in the fresh, minty scent of his cologne.

He seemed to sense it, shifting nearer as though he could feel my want radiating off me.

His eyes grew darker, and the tension between us thickened with heat.

But wait — this wasn't what I came here for. Why was my body reacting this way? "I'm sorry, but I'm not a sex—" I tried to whisper, but I was cut off. I had to fight my urges, even as his beautiful gray eyes threatened to hold me hostage.

"I still fucking want you. I want to be inside you — you're so beautiful," he murmured. I felt his hot hands slip onto my thighs. This was insane. I was insane.

But I didn't stop his hands.

My insides throbbed with want from just his touch. "You've been doing things to me since you walked through that door.

Your lips have had me in a grip," he said, his voice low and sensual, as his other hand moved up to trace my mouth.

My heart was beating so fast I thought it might burst. Was I really going to do this — give in to my pleasure?

Why did my body feel so hot? This wasn't normal.

I felt drowsy with desire, like I had been drugged.

Fuck it, I thought, as I parted my lips and let his thumb slip into my mouth.

I sucked on it until he let out a sharp hiss. I wanted to be selfish, just this once. I wanted to use this moment — use him — to forget all my worries, even if only for a little while.

"Kiss me," I whispered to the perfect stranger.

"With pleasure," he breathed against my lips before pulling me into a hard kiss — nothing romantic about it. It was hot, urgent, and deeply sensual.

His hands moved down to my exposed thighs, and his touch made me shiver. I moaned softly.

"God, that sound," he groaned, biting his lip as his hands found my ass and cupped it firmly. "You're so fucking sexy," he murmured into my mouth.

He lifted me from the couch and carried me to the bed. I didn't have time to think.

My hands rushed for his shirt buttons and worked them open fast, revealing a gloriously sculpted body hovering over me. His abs and hard chest pulled a moan from me — he was unreal.

His head dipped to my thighs, kissing them apart before he knelt between them.

His warm breath alone had my walls drenched with anticipation.

He worked his buckle open without once taking his eyes off me, until he was completely bare before me. His length stood hard and proud, and my mouth watered.

In one swift move, he dragged my legs and pulled me closer. His confident roughness made me burn. I had always wondered why people craved sex so deeply — I had never truly experienced it this way.

Paxton had been my first, and he had never taken his time with me the way this man did.

I felt his fingers find my wet entrance. He pushed my thin lingerie aside before sliding two fingers inside me. I moaned at the feeling.

Then the fingers were replaced by something larger and hotter, pushing into my core.

I opened my eyes and watched his hard length sink into me in one fell swoop, and the breath left my body.

He stilled, giving me a moment to adjust before he began — a deep, relentless rhythm that had me moaning and crying out with every thrust.

"Yes — you sound so sexy," he rasped, then dipped his head and pulled one of my aching nipples into his mouth. My pleasure was building fast, and I felt him twitch inside me.

I clenched harder around him. "You feel so good — come for me," he murmured into my ear. And I did. I reached my climax just as he reached his, spilling inside me.

Blinded by lust and hungry for more — craving that distraction from everything weighing on me — I watched as he caught his breath and sat back.

His hands moved to turn me over until my stomach pressed against the bed.

He lifted my hips so my ass faced him.

A soft slap landed on my ass, drawing a moan from me. He kissed where his hand had been, then hovered over me and nibbled my earlobe before whispering:

"Oh honey, we are just getting started."