She’s looking toward the stage as I approach, so she doesn’t see me until I’m right up on her.
“Reese,” she says, but the music is so loud it doesn’t make a sound.
Without thinking, I grab her by the arms and pull her into the dark hallway just next to where she’s standing. The music is a little less loud here, but not by much.
“What did I tell you?” I plant my palms against the wall on either side of her, like I’m an animal with my prey.
“You were busy.” She raises her chin in defiance, and goddamn, it makes my cock get bigger.
I know if I put my hands on her right now it will be game over, and I don’t want to fuck her for the first time in a strip club.
“You came by my office?” I narrow my eyes, and she nods as she looks away. My breathing is still heavy, like I’ve run a marathon, but I can’t calm down. “Keep your eyes on me,” I snap and quickly lock her eyes on mine. “Care to explain what’s around your thigh?” My molars grind together so hard I don’t know how I still have teeth.
Even in the dim light, I can see the blush across her cheek. “That’s where they told me to put the tips.”
Slowly I look down at her body, eating up every inch of her skin with my eyes. Then I stop when I see the garter belt filled with money around her upper thigh.
“Did you let people touch you when they put their money in it?” I know I sound angry, but it’s because I am. The thought of someone else touching what’s mine makes me furious.
“No,” she answers quickly and shakes her head. “It’s just the tips people leave for their drinks, but Sadie told me it would look better if I put the cash on my leg and might get people to tip more.”
I nod my head as I push off from the wall and then slowly kneel down in front of her.
“Reese, what are you doing?!” She tries to pull at my suit to get me off the floor while she looks around to make sure no one is watching.
“If you think I’m going to let another man give you money, you’re fucking mistaken.” I yank down her garter belt, and all the cash goes crumpling to the floor. It’s there in a small pile as I slide it back up, taking my time to touch her leg as I do it. I fit it up high, close to her pussy and I let the back of my knuckles graze across the hot pink triangle that covers it.
While I’m still kneeling, I keep my eyes on hers as I take a roll of cash out of my pocket and start peeling off hundred-dollar bills.
“Reese.” She says my name like she can’t believe what I’m doing.
“I told you, you’re mine, Heidi.” I tuck one of the bills into the front of the garter belt, then another. “And I’ll pay for it if that's what it takes.” I keep going, tucking in one after another all the way around. “How much is it going to take?”
She swallows hard when her belt is full of hundreds and I push up her skirt. Her hot pink panties have a small string that goes all the way around, and I start tucking money into it.
“How much to eat your pussy right here, Heidi?”
Her mouth falls open, and she quickly glances around again. “You can’t do that here.”
“My money says I can do whatever the fuck I want,” I growl as I push more hundreds down the front of her panties. “How much?”
She licks her lips and then swallows before she answers me. “All of it.”
Taking her by the wrist, I hold her hand out, then slap the stack of money into it. She squeezes her fingers around it as I reach down and pull her panties to the side.
“It’s a deal,” I say right before my tongue slides between the lips of her cunt.
She’s just as fucking sweet as she was last night, but this time I’m not doing this to get her off. I’m doing this to claim what I want. She’s mine now, bought and paid for, and if I want to eat her pussy in the middle of Times Square, I’ll fucking do it.
“Reese!” she cries out when I suck on her clit and then dart my tongue over it quickly.
She must be as turned on as I am, because all too quickly she’s cumming, and I have to hold her against the wall to keep her from falling to the floor. Once I’ve licked up the last of her release, I put her panties back into place and yank down the scrap of skirt that’s doing nothing to cover it.