The Blue Hearted Devil Himself

Problems will be problems

I stand there before I walk up grabbing the pole. It's be better for everyone involved if I keep my mouth shut. So I comply.

I swing my leg around the pole tightly enough to hold myself up.

I hold the pole with one arm and leg I swing myself higher I reach the top I use both my legs i release the pole in my hands I arch my back bending my body backwards as my back arches off the pole my legs smoothly slide me swirling down I hit the floor I grab pole standing up straight as I spread my legs wide creating some distance.

I grab the flipping pole angrily I flip my hair dramatically I sway my hips on the pole I keep my eyes on the blob face hoping this is enough eye contact. Not that I want to see his face it's probably as ugly as his patients.

I run my hands threw my hair. I flip it frantically cause that's 'Sexy' according to Eva. I run my hands along my thighs and body rotating my hips.

I flip my hair dramatically I walk over to him trying to get a good look at his face. I sit on his lap straddling him I swerve my hips twisting around. I run my hands in the inside on my thighs spreading them wickedly I sway my ass on his dick. The shadow looming over him I can barely see his face the room light changes into red.

I turn back around my lips part holy fuck this man gorgeous doesn't even do him justice.

I can't tell his eye color just a really light color. Almost like crystals. very cold crystals there emotionless i tilt my head wondering if he dose that on purpose.

His hair with dark brown possibly black it's hairs to tell with the funky dark red lighting his face is the epitome of perfect like every inch of hair big lips perfect nose skin even eyelashes the face have me clenching my thighs at the sight of him.

I inhale he's beautiful this rare type of beauty. "Fuck "I utter seeing a sinister smirk on his lips it's not awkward since the music makes it feel more intimate.

I feel his hands on my body my butt. "didn't anyone tell you to keep your hands to yourself?" I whisper my fall upon his round lips a hellish smirk appears on his face.

"My rules I can break them." He sinister accent could bring the devil to his knees.

"Club rules sorry papi" i tell him in his ear I pout mockingly. i grab his hands pulling them off. i mouth 'no touching'
His finger trace the spine of my bare back. I react like his slut to his touch. My face gets warm my thighs clench. A soft chuckle leaves his lips.

My body rocks in his although my mind is telling me to fight it. Yet my my core begins to throb as my body betrays me. My horny nineteen year old hormones are fucking me up. as POV by Ariana Grande plays slowly in the background

My hips keep there paste feeling his hand between my legs. I breathy moan leaves my lips. I shake my head mentally. My core throbs as my whole body clenches my lips part letting a gentle moan slip through my lips.

I shake my head I grab hand holding it gently feeling a vain on his wrist.

"your not suppose to touch."
My wetness is all on his finger glistening from these stupid thin underwear.

I find myself rubbing his hand on my cunt harder. Without him even moving. That smirk only deepens.

I don't know what's going on with me but I'm way too attracted to him to stop. Another moan leaves my lips.my body overwhelmed with emotions mostly pleasure that I've never felt in my life. This attraction and silver mistake I'm making.
"I can touch what's mine." He whispers his face so close to mine his lips promising mine the world. just as i'm about to snap back the door opens.

I look down knowing they can barely see anything yet shame fills me that I pretty much let a stranger better yet a client work his stupidly handsome looks on me.

"Mr. Everett their ready for you" i hear the man say before leaving I exhale I climb off his lap my mind going blank his voice sounding strangely familiar.

Wait a goddamn minute Everett?

I meet his eyes again my mouth agape i climb off
and lean back on the couch he stands up fixing his suit his fingers that were nearly inside me me flexing with my juices wedge between the tips. My heart is beating wildly. I swallow looking at the stain on the couch from where I climbed off and sat. He's already gone. The door is shut.

I look around for something to bang my head on.
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I glance over at Buzzy he's doing school work. I'm reading a book called Me earl and the dying girl with a neon green cover.

I sit on the expensive couch I got off of work maybe 2 hours ago.

He closes his book opening his MacBook Pro he watches it carefully doing whatever he needs to. "I'm hungry" I'm complain no one feeds me.

"Are done with homework?" He asks me "I'm 19 Buzzy I don't have homework." I giggle pulling my hair in a ponytail. He shrugs.

We decided on making cookies.

"How much money do you make a day" Buzzy questions where making chocolate chip cookies.

"2-5." I shrug "hundred?" He asks shake my head "thousands." He gasp he looks like he's considering becoming a stripper.

I giggle wiping my hair out my face. "where dose it all go." He ask " I'm either wearing it or I ate it. " Or I saw a cute homeless person on the side of the road. But I keep that last one to myself.

"Fatass" he mumbles seeing all the chocolate chips I'm putting in my cookie.

I grip his nipple twisting "ow! bitch!" he groans in agony I let go laughing my ass off.

Me and Buzzy made a pack every time one of us says a mean name to the other he gets to pull my hair when i say it I get to purple his nurple when he says it.

I laugh slight seeing cookie dough residue on his white shirt. I hear that's foot steps coming down the hallway maybe two or more guys. "Did you pre-heat the oven?" I ask he nods.

"So Mr. Everett is Mr.De Lombardi?" I ask putting a chocolate chip in my mouth. He looks at me nodding eventually he knew I'd figure it. And "Mr. De Lombardi is?" I question tilting my head.

"Colten Everett" he repeats quickly. "Colten" I utter. I press my lips together nodding "How long are they honking keep me here?" I ask softly he inhaled shrugging his shoulders he shoots me a pitied look like he knows the answer but he's not going to say it. I nod my head until I leave in a body bag I assume.

"Do we have whip cream?" I ask my eyes widened he shrugs. "Vanilla ice cream or chocolate?" I add she shrugs again I took my eyes.

"you live here how do you not know?" I ask baffled he turns towards "so do you!" He reponds I frown.

"ouch! I'm just trying to be affectionate." I whine yelling slightly defensively. Before my face falls into laughter. I put the cookie on the cookie sheet on the cookie pan. Buzzy adds his too. I open the over since it's mounted in the wall.