The NSC Boxset: Heart of Stone (157 page)

“You strip, Willow?” A male voice came from the side of me and I flipped around the pole to talk to the person.

My hand slipped on the metal when I saw it was Hunter and I just managed to put my foot on the ground before landing on my ass.

What the hell? Why would Hunter request me when he was well known for partying with the entertainers? Surely fucking overtook the need for a dancer.

“Sorry” I mumbled, “was in a world of my own.”

He smiled a dirty big grin and his eyes twinkled, “And here I was hoping you was gonna invite me.”

I gave him a confused expression and he cocked his head in amusement. “Into your world” he explained and then mumbled something incoherent that I couldn’t hear.

I just nodded, still puzzled by his statement.

He looked amused and bit his lower lip and my eyes involuntary watched that plump lip get deliciously destroyed under his teeth.

“You strip?” he asked again.

I gave him an apologetic smile but nodded. “Extra fifty I’m afraid and it’s topless only.”

He sucked in a breath and his eyes darkened. “Sure, Red” he smirked as he pulled out his wallet and handed over the extra cash. I presumed the ‘Red’ endearment was a referral to my chin length bright red curls. Vampire red, I think the box said. Don’t ask!

Smiling timidly, I placed the cash beside the bottle of water and picked
Nine inch nails ‘Closer’
that was perfect for stripping to.

Another couple of men entered the room and approached Hunter, who chatted with them as I set up and when the music started Hunter leaned back on the wall and trained his eyes on me intensely.

I found his behaviour rather strange when there were willing women in the room, and all he wanted to do was watch me strip. But hey, after William’s cut was removed, I would end up with an extra thirty and boy, did I need the cash at the moment.

The beat started and I whipped and spun around the pole and manoeuvred into some positions before deciding to have some fun with Hunter.

Giving him my best seductive smile, I flicked the tie on the side of my skirt whilst tipping upside down into another pose. I nodded to him to reassure him he could touch when he seemed to hesitate as his fingers reached towards me.

I watched his throat bob as his long fingers grasped the knot and he pulled, releasing the tie on the skirt and his eyes followed it to the floor.

Pulling back up, I grabbed the pole in the crook of my elbows and extended a leg out to him. His jaw tightened as I cocked my head and dared him to untie the stocking tops.

He seemed nervous for some reason, and I wasn’t sure if I found his behaviour puzzling or charming. His usual dominant demeanour appeared to have disappeared, just evaporated around us as I continued to offer my leg to him.

His eyes held mine, an incredible depth of secrets and passion in them, as he pulled at the ribbons and released the cuff on my thighs. I maintained position, my leg straight out towards him, as I silently told him to remove the stocking.

A couple of men had come to stand and watch and they jeered Hunter, egging him on in that boyish way only men had.

Pointing my toes at him, I swirled my ankle until he stepped forward and grasped the tight pink hem and deliberately slow, rolled it down my leg.

I frowned when a slight sensation pooled in the pit of my stomach and sent heat tearing through my system as his fingers softly wisped down my skin.

I had been doing this job for four years now and had never had a reaction to a client before, especially a reaction like this.

I stretched out my other leg and took a small inhalation to calm my nerves as I silently asked him to repeat his performance, and he instantly did my begging.

I smirked to myself. This was a turn around. Hunter was being instructed what to do instead of the other way around and by the looks of him; he was enjoying the role reversal more than he thought he would.

I pulled round into some arrangements before hooking my right knee around the pole and settled into the Allegra splits, each of my legs in opposite directions along the length of the pole. With my back to Hunter, I peered at him over my shoulder and wiggled my back, now encouraging him to undo the tie on the back of my top.

His tongue poked out to wet his lips before a sinful smile lifted the corners of his mouth and he stepped closer.

He leaned into me, his mouth at my ear as his fingers tugged on the tie behind my back. “You entertain, Willow?” he asked huskily in my ear, and I desperately swallowed back the urge to groan at his closeness.

Jesus, this man oozed sexual energy and at the moment I was absorbing every single volt he was emitting, its intense charge lit every single nerve ending in my body and I shivered against it.

I shook my head with apology, even though I was really tempted to give in and seize everything he was offering; take it all and take it hard.

He clicked his tongue in disappointment before he pulled off my top, his eyes holding on my face and I was impressed that they hadn’t dropped to my chest the moment he removed my clothing.

“Shame. Damn fucking shame, Red. Could’ve been fucking incredible. You under me, your beautiful big eyes beggin’ me for every hard thrust I drive into you” he whispered slowly in my ear.

I inhaled sharply, as my breath stuttered and my heart rate peaked, along with my nipples.

Jesus Christ!

Hunter moved back to finally inspect his money’s worth.

He gazed at my breasts, his head tipping slightly as he proper examined them, before his eyes darkened and his eyelids became heavy and hooded. He must have noticed my hard nipples and I desperately tried to hold back the groan of humiliation.

He then slowly lifted his eyes back up to my face. His chest was heaving heavily and his top teeth sunk into his bottom lip, obviously a control technique.

He cocked his head at me and bore straight into my soul with his intense blue eyes, as his tongue swept out to ease his bite and my eyes lowered to watch the action.

A forbidden image of what else he could do with that tongue popped into my head and I gasped faintly at the lust that surged through me.

As I lifted my eyes back to his, a cocky smile lit his face as though he had just read my mind and then he turned and left.

Chapter 2

Lucas

I TOOK A second long cold shower of the day, groaning as I worked myself under the steady stream, images of Willow in my mind as I jerked off frantically.

I couldn’t seem to shake this damn arousal. Never before had a woman affected me as Willow currently was. She seemed to have crept under my skin, worked her way into my blood stream and I couldn’t rid myself of what the visions of her tight little ass and pert breasts were doing to my dick. I had been constantly hard since I watched her spin the pole.

I palmed the wall and grunted deeply as my load shot onto the tiles, the thick cream slowly dripping down the soft blue ceramic.

I remained under the water, my forehead resting against the cool tiles, knowing the half-hearted climax wouldn’t bate my need for long.

I wanted her, Hell! I fucking needed her. Needed to manipulate that luscious little body, to grab a handful of that fucking soft hot red hair of her’s and watch her beautiful face as I drove my dick down her elegant throat.

“Fuck this, Lucas!” I declared as I flung open the shower door and grabbed a towel, tying it round my hips as I entered the bedroom.

I halted immediately. “What the Hell, Jess?” I growled.

The naked woman just smiled slyly at me from my bed and I rolled my eyes. “When are you gonna stop doing this?” I asked as she pouted and patted the bed beside her.

I looked over Jess’s body; there was no denying she was fit and supple, but it now did nothing for me after seeing Willow’s beauty, with that delectable firm body and those tits. Fuck, those firm but supple tits.

The soft pink plumpness of her nipples cried out for the attention of my favourite clamps. My cock roared to life again when I pictured her writhing in ecstasy as I gently tightened them.

I frowned deeply. What the hell was wrong with me? I could get whichever woman I wanted, Jessica being no exception. So why was I pining, like a damn hormonal teenager, for a fucking pole dancer at the Panther?

The disappointment that had raged through me last night when she declined my request at entertainment had been a shock.

Usually I would have just moved on to another primed bitch, but nobody had seemed to capture my attention after witnessing Willow flex around that fucking pole, her pale freckled, lithe little body directing each of her moves with ease.

Christ she was hot!

Jess was beginning to annoy me, constantly bombarding me with visits and phone calls and I glowered at her as I picked up her clothes from the floor and threw them at her. “Get out!” I ordered a bit too harshly and she blinked at me.

“W . . . wh . . . what?” she stuttered.

My fury rose suddenly and I clenched my fists against the urge to physically remove her from the apartment with force. “I. Said. Get. Out!” I snarled at her slow enough for her to understand. I looked away when hurt covered her pouty face.

“You can’t keep doing this, Jess. It’s over between us” I said as I dropped the towel and pulled on some jeans, not bothering with shorts.

She jumped off the bed, and hurried across the room to me. “Lucas, please” she pleaded as she rested a hand on my forearm.

I sighed and pulled away. “No, Jess. I don’t want this anymore. Go home” I told her callously.

“But . . .” she persisted and I ground my teeth, now getting really annoyed with her.

For Christ’s sake, didn’t the stupid woman ever listen?

“For fucks sake, don’t get needy. You knew we were just fucking Jess, don’t embarrass yourself.”

I fiddled with my hair in the mirror, trying to avert my attention away from the pain on her face as she stood silent and still, a tear dribbling down her cheek. “But . . . I love you, Lucas” she declared as more tears flooded her face.

“Jesus Christ” I growled and shook my head in annoyance, “That’s nice, now go home” I ordered coldly as I left the room.

I had told her a couple of weeks ago that it was over but it hadn’t sunk in and she was always turning up like this and I was damn near sick of it. If she thought I was a prize prick, I didn’t really give a shit.

She had been an okay fuck but now I was bored. I needed something new to shape under me; someone new to kneel before me and obey every fucking command I requested.

Someone preferably with bright red hair.

I strolled into the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge as I picked up my phone from the island.

Jessica stormed through the hallway before I heard the apartment door slam and I sighed as I ran my fingers through my damp hair. “You are such a prick, Lucas” I chastised myself. Did I care? Did I fuck!

I swiped the screen on my phone and dialled Brad as I took a long pull from the bottle. It rang for a while before he answered, “Mmmm.”

I chuckled at my friends greeting. “Hey, you busy?” I asked but rolled my eyes when I heard the female in the background. “Guess that’s a yes” I smirked.

“Hey Luc, what happened to you last night. One minute you were drooling all over the hot little redhead, and then you fucked off? Must be slacking, mate” Brad said in a mocking tone.

“Fuck you” I growled but Brad laughed.

“Oooh touchy, I take it she blew you off then?” he said; now more alert and I grimaced as my friend groaned down the phone and the female giggled.

“Dunno what happened,” I divulged “she was begging for it, I could fucking smell how much she wanted me but . . .” I grit my teeth against the image of her extending one of her incredible legs towards me, encouraging me to slowly unwrap her.

“Just gotta worm her out my system I suppose, but fuck, she’s one enchanting little thing.” I groaned and Brad chuckled.

“You wanna come and share mine?” he asked openly.

I sighed heavily “Nah, I’m good, but thanks.”

I turned to the window and looked out over the London skyline, this was the reason I had taken the apartment, the view always calmed me and I sighed again. “I’ll let you get back to hot lips, we still on for tomorrow?”

Brad chuckled and murmured his acknowledgement before ending the call.

Slowly, I walked into my study and flipped open the laptop, preparing to sort out the contracts for the new temp I had coming in tomorrow to cover for Sandra.

God, I hated temps, all the training and getting to know you, and the work load awkwardness made me frustrated and irritable. I was a bastard to work for as it was. I took no shit from anyone and gave lots of shit to everyone.

They wanted to work for me? I made them fucking work for me!

I tapped my fingers over the keyboard but after a few minutes I snapped the lid closed and grumbled at my wayward thoughts.

Never before had a woman took my attention away from my love of work, but this woman’s hot tight body refused to leave my thoughts, and my dick!

I pushed myself out of the chair and went to grab another beer from the fridge. My phone beeped a text alert and I glanced at it:

DEBBIE

You require my attention tonight, Sir?

I groaned. Even Debbie didn’t get a raise from my dick, she was one hot fuck, always gave me what I wanted and always enjoyed everything I gave her, but tonight I just wasn’t into it. “Christ Lucas, you need to bang this fucking girl!”

Chapter 3

Layla

LEANING MY BACK on the door as I closed it behind me, I pulled in a heavy breath and closed my eyes as I heard the loud sounds of my roommate’s sexual conquest shouting his obvious enjoyment to the world.

“Fuck!” I groaned as I quickly scurried past Sara’s bedroom door, and silently made my way into the kitchen.

I tipped the contents of the chocolate sachet into my mug and filled the remainder with milk before popping it in the microwave.

God, today’s shift had been a gruelling one, especially for a Sunday night, and the result had completely knackered me out. However the tips had been good and the extra thirty from the topless performance would come in handy.