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cock.
    “More.” He begs and I do love it when he begs.
    I give him more. I grab the base of him, tie still in hand. All reservations and rules vanish as I slowly begin to pump him up and down at the same time as I bring myself to the edge. I want to throw the tie so I can feel the soft, satin like skin of his dick in my hand.
    Just the thought of it sends me over. I spiral, fighting with my body to keep me upright as my orgasm shatters my strength and tears through my weakening limbs.
    He follows. I feel his warm seed hit my thigh and hand before he begins to growl his release. His hips thrust upwards, still seeking my heat.
    “Fuck!” He cries, still teetering on the edge of bliss as I slowly put my feet back on the ground and stagger backwards. I drop the tie and rest my back against the pole, my chest still heaving.
    All that can be heard in the dimly lit room is our heavy breathing.
    “Wow.” He says and lifts his head from a slumped over position. His eyes capture mine. “You’re a naughty little tease.”
    I blink and move towards him. He waits unmoving as I release his hands and then he quickly rubs and scratches at his wrists before flexing them.
    It’s not until he starts to dress, using the wipes and body cleaning products from the cupboard on the far wall, that I start to dress.
    “Thank you for an interesting hour.” His smile is devilish and so handsome. I want him to take me with me so I can stare at him forever.
    His long fingers make quick work of the buttons of his shirt and his palms smooth the creases before he fixes his jacket. Then he scoops up the tie from the ground and frowns.
    “That just won’t do. My wife bought me this tie; she’ll notice the stains.” His words set me back into reality and remind me of the type of men that I dance for. “Dispose of it.” He holds it out for me to take, which, as a paid subject, I do without issue.
    “Safe journeys, my Lord Duke.” I say and take a step backwards so I’m not blocking his path to the door.
    He walks past without sparing me another glance. The door closes, sending a draft slamming into my back, leaving me feeling empty and dirty. It’s not until Shade switches the lights on and lets in the woman who does the cleaning that I spot the roll of notes left on the throne.
    I feel even emptier when I pick them up. I just had the best orgasm of my life and it was paid for. It meant nothing.
     
    “How much did he leave you?” Rick asks the second I step from the room.
    “I didn’t count it,” I respond and clutch the long roll of lace to my chest. “Can I go to my room and shower?”
    “Money first, baby. You know the rules.”
    I stop in the hall, sighing deeply, and find the roll from the middle of the lace. He takes it and starts counting.
    “Five grand, not bad. Not great either. The guy with glasses left you six.” He counts it again before claiming his forty percent cut and leaving me to pocket the rest. That’s the way this works. For his protection, his rooms, his cleaner and lifts to and from work, I have to give him a hefty cut. At least we all get a bonus every six months when the members pay their bills. It’s still good money. Money for our future. Max’s and mine.
    “He was definitely tested wasn’t he?” I blurt, suddenly feel panicked at how easily I touched him and myself without the thought even crossing my mind. When in the throes of passion and bliss it’s hard to focus on the fact that diseases are real and easily caught.
    “You know he was,” Rick says and then his head whips around to face me. “You didn’t fuck him did you?”
    Eye roll. “I’m not that stupid.”
    “Because even though they’re tested every few months, there’s still a chance that they could contract something in their spare time.” His fingers snag my elbow. “These men seem high-class but look where they are. This is… no offense… a whore house. Always tread on the side of caution.” He pulls out his phone and