Master had just walked into the club looking hotter and sexier than ever.
He had everyone's attention, including mine.
And he was staring at me.
His intense gaze was so penetrating.
I couldn't breathe.
The way his eyes were looking into mine, was making me so wet.
He was so hot, and I was so attracted to him.
His eyes were screaming. He wanted me.
I could feel it….. or maybe I was just imagining things.
"Isn't that man fucking hot." Marge said to me. She nudged me but I didn't say anything.
It was like my throat was constricted.
I could feel myself blushing.
Marge's words didn't help.
She was right. Master was definitely the hottest man in the world.
My heart was racing.
I couldn't take my eyes off him.
Master had such an effect on me.
He had the power to reduce me to a trembling mess, with just a look.
"Zoey?" Marge snapped her fingers.
I finally turned to her.
"Huh?" I stammered.
"What's the matter?" Marge asked.
She was staring at me.
I blinked a few times. My mouth was open and I couldn't speak.
"The man that just walked in. He's so hot." Marge said.
"Ummm…" I was about to speak when one of the girls came up to us.
"Marge, Zoey. That's Master. Master came to the club!!!!" The girl squealed.
Another girl heard and she ran up to us.
"He's the one that taught me how to dance. He also taught Brooke and the twins too, Ashley and Amber. F*ck he's so sexy. I'm already getting wet just by talking about him." The second girl whisphered.
The first girl giggled.
"Master is the hottest man in the world. Everytime I see him, I get so turned on."
"Same. Same. But he never f*cks us. I wish he would. I want to s*ck his dick. I want to be his slut. I want him to use me like a dirty whore." The other girl replied.
The two girls were giggling.
I frowned. I hated hearing someone else talk about Master.
I mean, Yes, I did not own him or anything and I knew he taught other girls had to dance but the way they were talking about him was driving me insane.
I was in love with him. I craved him in a way that I had never felt before.
Master was the sexiest man in the world and the way the girls were talking was making me angry.
They were talking about him like a piece of meat.
My hands curled into fists.
How dare they talk about Master like that?
I wanted to punch them in the face.
I was jealous.
"So that's Master? Huh?" Marge finally said as she turned to me.
I just realized. Marge has never met Master, and this was the first time.
I turned and stared at her.
She was staring at me with a weird look on her face.
"I can see why you fell head over heels in love with him. He's hot. So fucking hot. I would let him fuck me till I was numb. Then I would beg him for more. F*ck, that man is sex personified." She said to me.
Then she leaned over and said.
"But he's getting married as you said and plus he is bad for you, Zoe. So, no. Don't you dare try anything. Just get out there and dance and earn some money. Do not let your attraction to him distract you from your goals. Do you understand me, Zoey?" She asked me. Her face was stern.
I swallowed and nodded.
Marge was right. I had to focus and get money for my debts and the bills. I wasn't going to let Master's presence affect me….
But how was I supposed to control my body.
My mind was saying no but my body was screaming yes.
I could feel the heat emanating from my skin.
My nipples were already hard. My legs were shaking.
My p*ssy was wet and it was throbbing.
Just being in the same room with him, was turning me on.
I couldn't even think straight.
"I wonder why he's here." Marge said.
We all watched as Master walked towards Ramona's office.
My heart skipped a bit.
"What if he's here to complain about the bachelor's party? Maybe he changed his mind and he wants his money back." I said to Marge. My heart began to beat faster.
The money was gone. Except they were willing to sell me, the money wasn't coming back.
My throat was tight.
Ramona wouldn't let them take the money back, would she?
I was panicking. This was bad. My hands were trembling.
Marge shook her head.
"Calm down, Zoey. He would have sent Ramona a text message, not come all the way down here." She said.
She rubbed her chin and stared in the direction of Ramona's office.
"I think Master is here for something else. And I don't feel good about it." She said.
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The stripping session was about to start.
I was in the dressing room with all the other strippers. The normal dancers were out there entertaining the crowd.
A lot of the guys had been eyeing me. I was becoming their favorite. Especially after the last dance that made everyone surprised.
They had a lot of cash for me, and I couldn't wait to collect it.
I had my mind set.
I had decided that tonight was the night. I was going to make a lot of money.
No distractions. No Master. No nothing.
"No master." I mumbled to myself continuously.
My mind kept drifting back to him, no matter how hard I tried not to.
Why was he here?
I was about to apply some red lipstick on my lips, when suddenly the door to the dressing room swung open.
Ramona walked in .....
Ramona was always so serious, so it was surprising to see her looking like that.
She walked towards the center of the room.
She was smiling and she had a glint in her eye.