Make Me Weak (Make Me #1) (9 page)

For the first night in countless months I walked away from the club feeling good. I performed more single stage routines than I had in the last few weekends. I waitressed a bit
, and spent the rest of my time on someone’s lap. Only a couple times did I step away for a smoke break, and even then I cut it short. The money I was raking in was incredible, but truthfully, there was more to each dance.

I didn’t see the crowds when I performed, or the faces of the men I danced for. In my mind there was only one set of smoldering eyes watching me move. It helped me let go
, and forget about reality for the night. Picturing Onyx and the way he made me feel so weak and so strong all at the same time made it possible for me to be Kandi.

Even though all night long I wished for nothing more than Onyx to suddenly appear. It never happened. By the end of the night I realized that just a couple more nights like this, and he would be gone from my thoughts completely.

Monday nights were surprisingly busy for us. Maybe it was because at the start of the work week people remembered just how shitty their lives were. So they packed into our little escape from reality to forget about the week ahead. Maurizio always asked me to work Mondays, but I refused. I never really had a reason to, other than the fact that I liked being as difficult as possible. But this Monday was different.

After missing a Saturday night, I needed to make up the time. Not to mention every minute I sat alone in my apartment made me crazy with little thoughts about Onyx. I mean, why the hell was he
so
adamant about me not sleeping with his nephew? What did he care? It wasn’t as if we had any reason to see each other in the future.

Truthfully, if any of us were to see each other again it would be persistent Kayne and I. But the animalistic possessive quality that came out of Onyx as he laid down the law still made my body shiver.

“Got a special request for you, Kandi.” Maurizio hollered out into the dressing rooms. The other girls looked my way, not hiding their irritation that I hadn’t vanished yet.

“What for?”

“A dance, you’re going to V.I.P. room 4.”

“Any outfit requests?”

Maurizio shrugged his shoulders. I could see he was a bit impressed with the fact that I actually asked questions, and didn’t just bitch.

“Nah, but maybe do a blonde wig. I’ll bet he’d like that.”

“Okay.”

Immediately
, I prepared myself for what lay ahead. The private dances were usually with rich men that
always
tipped well. It had only been ten minutes since my last dance on stage, maybe one of the high rollers saw me. I wasn’t used to the Monday crowd, and perhaps I had been missing out all along.

I slipped into a black and white outfit, it was a pretty typical uniform for us. Fabric removed from the sides, a skirt that revealed the bottom curves of my ass
, and showed off a whole lot of cleavage. After pulling on a pair of black thigh highs, with pink bows at the top, I threw a platinum blonde curly wig on. I slid on black heels, made sure I had my hand cuffs, and headed out. A few men hollered my way as I walked towards the V.I.P. rooms, but I paid them no mind. Right now I had only one thing on my mind—whoever was behind door number four.

The hallway that accessed the rooms had a dark red light illuminating the doors. Everything back here felt like another world. It was a total escape from reality, to keep the men that dropped the money from suddenly gaining a conscience
, and walking away. I tapped my knuckles on the door, and through the constant techno sound came the low voice of my latest client.

Some got nervous
before they entered. Not me. This was where I was in my zone. This was where Kandi made their fantasies become reality, and where they paid the most to get it.

I pushed open the door and the red light continued around the room. It made it impossible to see a person’s face clearly until you were on top of them.
Each room had three things in it, a full mirror covering one wall, a large comfortable chair, and a pole. Sitting in the chair with his legs spread wide, signifying he felt in control, was my client.

“I heard there was a special request for me in this room.” I strode toward the man, accentuating my legs with every step forward.

“There was.”

That voice
. Something about it made me stop. I knew it. It wasn’t even just that I
knew
the voice. It was the one that haunted my dreams. The very one I could not rid from my memory. Through the red light I saw the sudden wicked gleam spread in a Cheshire-like smile. He knew I recognized him. Slowly I felt my confidence sizzle away as I tried to regain composure.

Do I pretend like I don’t know who he is? Or do I call him out?

With one steady breath I forced myself back into character. I refused to let someone completely undo me by their mere presence alone.

“Well I’m here now.”
I purred out, feeling my control gradually return.

My hand locked around the pole as I stretched my body, showing off the curvature of my body. Glancing his way I saw pure arousal staring back at me.

“I only have one rule for tonight.” I pressed on. I crawled up the pole, locked my legs around and bent back. My arms fell back, my boobs were seconds away from breaking free, and my body felt alive. I locked eyes with Onyx before pulling myself back up. From the mirror I could see that he was devouring every move I made, as if I was his sole source of survival.

My body twirled around the pole as I made my way back to the floor. I touched my feet to the ground, held up my handcuffs and smiled.

“You can look but you can’t touch.”

He nodded once. His eyes roved all over me a smirk growing steadily. Getting to his feet he took a step closer. My back remained pressed against the pole. A single hand took hold of the metal above my head. I wasn’t sure if I did it as a way to escape, or if I wanted him to have the most access to my skin.

Finally, he spoke. “That’s funny.”

“What is?” Already my breathing was becoming deeper, with every step he drew closer.

“Maybe others can’t touch, but we both know I can,
Alexandria
.” Every time he said my name it was like he was caressing me gently.

“What makes you so certain?” I tested, unwilling to give in
as easily as my body wanted.

His arms raised above my head, wrapping his hands around mine on the pole.
“I see the way you get when I touch you. I feel the heat that rolls off your skin when I’m close to you.” The way he spoke accentuated every single word. His face was inches from mine and we were intertwined in this spellbound moment that had me quivering.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Deep in my mind I felt shaky, but my voice hid it well. Kandi was in control and I was
damn
thankful.

“Hide it all you want, love. You will never be able to hide the way you come
undone
when I’m around.” Just as I opened my mouth to dispute his claim, his hand slid up my inner thigh to the very place pulsing with need.

I desperately tried keeping my reaction to myself
, but the instant his finger grazed the slit of my lips I lost it. Eyes shut, knees dropped, and my free hand reached out grabbing onto his bicep. I meant to yank my hand away, but I could feel the muscles underneath and I was stuck.

I’ve felt and seen vast numbers of manly bodies. Men with no muscles and men with muscles so large they looked like they were photoshopped. A man with muscles that large was immensely unattractive to me but this—this was
not
. From everything I’ve seen and felt (so far) of Onyx’s body was perfection. His arm wasn’t the size of a baby hippo, it was thick, and toned. I couldn’t help but wonder if his entire body was all muscle.

Onyx’s eyes lit with amusement as he cocked his head to the side. I had no chance to prepare myself for the sudden movement where he moved my panties to the side
, and pressed two fingers in deep. I nearly collapsed in his arms as both my hands grabbed tightly onto his shoulders.

“Mmm.” He hummed against my ear. “For someone that is only putting on an act, you are
very
wet.” He slid his fingers out of me. My pussy clenched, instantly missing him in me.

“
So, what is it you are here for?” I hated how out of control he was making me. With the strength I still had, I tried to keep my attitude in place.

“Isn’t it obvious?” His finger swiped a platinum curl behind my shoulder. “I’m here for
you
.”

Even if it was my assumption, hearing him admit it made a feeling of power return. I didn’t seek him out this time. Onyx came for me. For the first time in quite a while I felt not only sexy as hell but turned on to the max. I
wanted
to give this dance not for the money, but because I needed to please us both.

“Well then, sit back down in that chair
, and let me take care of you.” I bit down onto my lip, letting my eyes slowly drift down the length of his body.

“No, no. I’m not here to receive a dance from Kandi.”

“Then what?” Sullen confusion began to settle into my features.

“I’m here for you,
Alexandria.
” I gulped.

“What do you mean?” I was utterly confused.

Onyx smiled, raised his hands and slid them under my platinum wig. He worked for a minute and freed it from my head, letting it drop to the ground.

“I don’t just want a dance tonight for the hour I paid. I would never be able to fully enjoy it
, knowing the moment I left you would be moving these sinful hips across another man’s lap.” For effect, his fingers curled around my thighs, digging in as if he was claiming them. My blood sizzled, my heart thumped, and my core throbbed hard.

“Most people don’t think about other men while I’m moving my hips.”

“Cute,” he said, not nearly as amused.

“I don’t know what you’re looking for, Onyx.”

He looked from the floor up to my face and grinned wide. “That brings me to my proposition.”

“Oh?”

“Tonight, instead of spending the rest of the evening turning different men’s worlds upside down—just flip mine. Leave here with me. Right now. We’ll go somewhere where you can give me that dance, and I know you will be mine.
Only mine
, for the entire night.”