Twirl me around and watch me spin,
a modern day princess lives within…
Charisa has a perfect life. Just
like her favored Princesses, she is living the life every girl dreams of: her
very own fairytale, but even the sweetest fairytales must come to an end. When
happiness is at its peak, fate steps in and one by one she loses everything.
Picking up the pieces to a broken
life can be long and bumpy. Most often than not things get worse before they
get better.
Despite her despair and the hell
she’s been drug through time and time again, she finds love and begins to plan
a future as none other than Mrs. Prince Charming. Convinced she’s going to
finally get her happily ever after fate steps in once again and she suffers
betrayal and shame at the greatest degree.
Will she give the idea of love a
second chance and find her one and only or will her dark secrets prevent her
from truly finding herself?
Behind every prince is a story left
untold.
Look behind the mask and you’ll see
it unfold…
Sawyer has lived a charmed life.
He’s the catch every girl is after when dreaming of her very own storybook
ending. In real life, though, nothing is like it is in a fairytale. One
childhood event can forever affect how a man looks at love and relationships,
even a golden guy like Sawyer.
Those who forget the past are
doomed to repeat it. Isn’t that what everyone has always taught in history
class? He doesn’t have time for love or commitment.
Even the most skeptical with love
can sometimes find it in the strangest of places, when that one special someone
catches his eye, suddenly leaving him dazed and confused.
The only way to reap the benefits
of true love is to put your own demons behind and give love a shot…
When secrets start to arise will the two beat the odds or part
ways and let it destroy them both?
Tonight
is a big night. I’ve taken my time to ensure that I look good. I stare in the mirror as I admire the new
lingerie I have to wear tonight. I used
my uniform allowance to get this sexy getup.
Roger expects us to always be fresh, never wearing the same outfit within
a month rotation because of the regulars. There are no lower class sleezeballs
here. This is where the big dogs come
out and play. This is the most private
club in town. If you knew who some of
our highest paying customers were you would know why.
I
have a birthday party that’s reserved the front table of the stage tonight, a
group of ten men, all drunk off their asses already I’m sure. I could tell when I peeked out the door as
they arrived that a few of them are newbies by their drooling, excited
demeanor. This is what makes my job
interesting and fun: breaking them in. A man gets a good first time and they’ll be
coming back for more, meaning more cash for me.
I place my tall heel into the seat of my chair and rub baby oil down my
leg, giving me a sexy edge. Plus, it
keeps the hands from going past the point of restriction.
I finish the other leg and take one
final look in the mirror. It’s a sexy
version of a clown; a white baby doll trimmed in all of the bright colors. The
birthday hat and the sexy makeup top it off.
My ruffle front thong is orange and it is the final dessert of the
hour. I paint my lips with a matching
cherry-red lipstick like my name and smack them in the mirror.
“Cherry, you’re up in ten. Don’t keep them waiting. This is my biggest payout of the night.”
I roll my eyes in the mirror at the
sound of Roger’s voice as he pokes his head inside the door. Show the man green and he’d lease us out in
private hotels I’m sure. He would never
admit that though.
“I’ll be right out, Roger.”
He likes me though, because
something about my pretty face keeps his pockets full. I’ve already been up on stage a few times
tonight, so for now I’ll be circulating the room. “Showtime,” I mumble, and strut out into the
club, ready for action.
The club is packed with businessmen
lingering in various sections of the club. I love weekends. It’s when all of
the high rollers come out to play. They each have a different story: some
leaving their wives at home for a fresh piece, some making this their last stop
before walking the aisle, and the rest college kids looking for a little fun. I
don’t care what they’re here for as long as their pockets are empty when they
leave and they leave everything in the club; after all, I didn’t make them come
here.
I
look around the room, spotting my party sitting in front of the stage. There
are a few cute ones in this batch. This is going to be fun. My eyes lock on
one. He takes me in and gives me a smirk
before he starts to approach me. “Hey there, sexy. What can I do for you?”
He
broadens his smile and gives me a wad of cash. “I need a favor.”
“Oh
yeah. What’ll it be, Darlin’?”
He
leans in to whisper in my ear, refraining from touching me because he knows
it’s against the rules unless he’s buying a dance. “It’s my boy’s birthday.
There is enough there for a hefty tip if you’ll take him to the VIP room for
more privacy. I’ve already booked the dance.”
I
look around for Roger to confirm. I find him standing across the room and he
nods at me, giving me the go ahead. This guy has some nice friends. A private lap dance is easily a grand and
paid up front to Roger. It is explained
that’s before the tip, so this guy knows the rules, meaning he’s been here
before. “Okay, sexy, but that’s an awfully generous gift to give someone else.
Are you sure you don’t want it for yourself?” He’s cute. I wouldn’t mind giving
him the dance.
He
leans back to look at me. “As much as I would love to watch you grinding on top
of me, my boy comes first, sexy. Maybe another time; I’ll be back.” He winks
and backs away with a large grin on his face. I shrug seductively as I watch
him leave. His loss.
I head to the VIP room to get ready
for my dance, greeting Gerry at the door.
All private rooms have a bouncer keeping guard to ensure that the women
are safe at all times. As I’m getting my
music queued up, I hum softly under my breath and wait for my client to arrive.
A few moments in and there is a knock at the door. I walk over and open it. Greeting me on the
other side of the door is an incredibly sexy man. Hell yes, this is going to be fun.
Something
about his face looks familiar, but I can’t place it. He has dark hair, intense green eyes, and is
physically fit by the defined muscle protruding from his fitted shirt. He must have come here right after work,
because he is wearing a suit, but he’s removed the jacket and he rolled up the
sleeves of his dress shirt, revealing tattoos running up his arms. I don’t know what it is about a man with
rolled up sleeves and tattoos, but it turns me on in a way I don’t
understand. Maybe it’s the business meets
bad boy persona. Whatever it is has me
motivated to get closer to him, making my job easier.
I step aside to let him enter. “Hi, I’m
Cherry.”
He
studies me for a moment with heated eyes.
The way he looks at me is as if he’s seen me before, like he knows me.
“Hi,
Cherry.” My name rolls off his tongue in
the most sexual manner, causing a rush of excitement between my legs. This is going to be one hell of a night: sexy
and seductive.
The
music starts to play and I place one hand in the center of my sexy stranger’s
chest, grabbing a handful of black material.
I walk backward and drag him over to the seating area before turning,
pushing him backwards until he falls onto the couch behind him, giving me a
deep, sexy laugh along the way.
“Damn,”
he says, egging me on. Not wasting any
time, I place each hand on the back of the couch to each side of his shoulders
and flip my hair from side to side. It
starts the full body roll that follows, pressing each segment of skin to his
clothing, ending with my pelvis. I stand
and turn, closing in on him, resting against him in a sitting position. I shake my ass against his crotch, enjoying
the feel of it hardening beneath me.
While cupping my breasts I roll my head back, grinding to the beat of
the music. Turning my head to the side,
I watch his eyes glaze over as I touch my body, skimming my hands down in a
slow motion. I continue gyrating on his
lap, listening to his breathing pick up, confirming the arousal that is
pressing into the crack of my ass.
I breathe in deeply…. smelling his citrusy
aftershave; something I would say is unique to him. My hormones are quickly running wild,
something different than normal. It doesn’t take me long to get lost in the
music and this sexy man pressed against my backside as I allow him to become
familiar with my body. Time stands
still…for a while. I hear him grunt,
praising me for the havoc I’m causing on his cock and he isn’t even naked.
I
finish out the dance as the song comes to an end, standing and adjusting my
outfit. He stands as I run my fingers
through my hair and I watch as he fishes in his pockets. He pulls out a wad of cash, handing it all to
me. I briefly stare at him in shock, but
brush it off and reach for it. He doesn’t immediately turn it loose.
“How
much for house calls?”
I’m
about to say something, anything to deny his question, but he beats me to the
punch.
“Listen,
I don’t usually come to places like this, but I’m here, and now that I am, I
kind of like it. You have a beautiful
body. Let me show you what I can do with
mine,” he finishes quietly.
What
a generous man, but I can tell he enjoyed the dance from the large bulge at the
front of his pants, so I know what he’s referring to.
“I
don’t think so, sweetie.”
I’m
ready to thank him and leave when he grabs my hand, pulling me to him. He presses his lips to mine before I even
know what’s happening. I can taste the
whiskey on his breath. Poor guy is so
drunk I don’t think he knows what he’s asking me, but the way his hands
introduce themselves to my backside I can’t be sure. He pulls away and touches his index finger to
my lips, silencing me.
“Think
about it. The club closes at two. I’ll be outside waiting if you decide to take
me up on my offer. Sometimes outside of
the norm can be freeing…”
He turns and
walks away, leaving me standing here alone.
I’m not sure what the hell just happened, but I find myself considering
it. I never do this. There’s one reason why….”
Chrissy Snyder writes New Adult erotic romance. She
loves tattooed bad boys and misunderstood women with happy ever afters. She
divides her time between writing and reading when not loving on her very
jealous furbaby, Mylo.
If she isn’t writing about heartache or second chances,
then she is managing her busy household with her very supportive hubby and two
teens.
She
dreams of travelling to Europe, Costa Rica and Hawaii.
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