I bit my lower lip.
"Didn't you have any class with Master today. I'm sure you must have learnt something new. Right? Marge asked.
I sighed.
The image of Master pushing me off him and leaving the room without saying a word flashed in my mind.
"I guess." I shrugged.
"Well. I know you will do great, Zoe." Marge pulled me up and hugged me.
"Come on, let's go." She said.
"Alright."
Marge led me towards the door.
I took a deep breath and stepped into the hallway, and made my way through the dim-lit and narrow corridor that led to the VIP area.
Marge stopped in front of a room and gave me a pat on the back.
"Good luck." Marge told me.
I nodded, and with shaking hands, opened the door.
It was a private lounge.
It had a mini bar, a sofa, and a few chairs.
A huge glass window occupied the entire wall.
The glass window looked into the main club, and I could see all the men and women dancing and enjoying themselves.
I was so nervous.
"Ahh...Raven, is it?" A man spoke.
"Yes, Sir." I replied. I was nervous as hell.
The man was seated on a sofa.
He was tall and had broad shoulders.
His brown hair was slicked back, and his green eyes were bright. He had a chiseled jaw, a wide smile, and a strong physique.
He was handsome, I wouldn't lie. He had the most charming smile.
But he wasn't Master.
He wasn't the man who I wanted.
He was not the man I desired.
"Please. Come closer." He gestured for me to move forward.
I did as he said. My steps were slow, and the closer I got, the more I noticed that he was wearing a very expensive suit.
"How much do you charge for a dance?"
I blinked.
What was I supposed to say?
"$5,000 per dance. Thirty minutes." I said, remembering the prices on the brochure.
"Double the price. Give me your best. You are worth every penny." The man said to me.
"Thank you." I replied nervously. 10 000$ was a huge amount. I didn't want to disappoint him.
"Don't worry, little flower." I heard the man say. Maybe he sensed my nervousness.
"Just do your thing, and everything will be alright."
I nodded and proceeded to do the same thing I did yesterday.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, letting the music fill my mind.
Letting the music move my body.
The beat of the song flowed through me, and I began to dance.
Everything Master taught me…
The four rules of seduction, his words of encouragement, and the feel of his touch were in my mind, and I was dancing.
The dance was slow and sensual.
It was a perfect blend of seduction and grace.
I moved closer to him, my hips swaying and gyrating to the beat of the music.
My arms were moving around him, and I was grinding against him.
I could feel him stiffen, and his breath was coming out in short gasps.
His eyes were glued to my body, and his gaze was intense.
My moves were fluid, and they were mesmerizing.
I was seducing him. I was controlling him.
But all I could about was Master.
All I could think of was his touch, his kisses, his words, his smile, his laugh, his eyes, his hair, his hands, his lips, his voice, his everything.
I turned and pressed my back against his chest, my hands running down his arms.
I bent forward and touched his legs, slowly spreading them apart, and I moved my hips.
The feeling of him against me was making me hot and wet.
"Raven." The man held unto my hips and pulled me against him.
His hands were on my stomach, and they were trailing up and down, and his breath was tickling my ear. He was moaning.
My pulse was racing.
I closed my eyes, loosing my self in the moment, imagining him touching me.
Imagining that he was the one who was touching me…..
My Master.
His hand slipped under my shirt, and he began to massage my breasts, squeezing and fondling it.
My breath was quickening, and I could feel his desire.
I could feel his hardness. It was poking me, pressing against my butt. I was getting turned on.
The music was building.
It was getting louder. I was close.
His hand caressed me, and I moaned.
His mouth was on my neck, and his other hand was making its way down.
Suddenly, I turned to face him, my lips inches away from his.
He stared at me, his gaze smoldering, and I leaned forward.
My eyes closed and my mouth slightly open.
I was going to kiss him.
I was going to kiss this unknown man….
Even though my thoughts were clouded by the image of Mr Blackwood.
Pressing my lips against his, we kissed.
But it was nothing like Master's.
It was slow and gentle. It was different.
It didn't have the same effect on me as Master's did. It wasn't intense, passionate, and filled with raw desire. His lips tasted foreign.
They didn't taste like mint.
He tasted of alcohol…. Sweet alcohol.
The feel of his hands on my body didn't feel right.
It wasn't his hands.
I broke the kiss, and pulled away.
"No, I'm sorry. I can't." I quickly whispered, feeling extremely guilty.
He let go and looked at me.
"What's wrong?" He asked me.
"Nothing, sir." I shook my head.
I glanced at the clock on the wall and was thankful that our session was over.
"It's just, the session is over, and I have another client. I have to go now." I lied.
"I will pay double… triple. You can forget about the other client. Stay here with me. Please. "
"Sir, I can't. I'm really sorry." I shook my head, and hurriedly walked out the door.