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No Sex in the Champagne Room (Charlie)

*smut alert-It's been awhile you deserve smut!

Working as a waitress isn't so bad. Most of the men who come in here are asshats. I think it's just expected when a guy comes to one of these places. They forget their manners and alcohol makes it worse. Alcohol I deliver to them in a skimpy outfit.

In a few minutes I get out of here. Thank God! There is a group of guys who are driving me crazy. They are trying to talk me into going out with them when I get off. That is not going to happen. Besides, I think all of them have wedding rings on. That pisses me off. It's one thing to come, and go to a party at a strip club when you're married. Trying to talk the girls into going home with you!? Your wife is going to kill you!

I make another lap around the room for orders and dirty cups. Then I see my boss walking around pretending not to be checking on me. I smile to myself. It is often hard to believe sometimes that this is the same guy the other girls rag on. I know that the stories are true. He has never denied it. It is one of the biggest reasons I fight how attracted to him I am, but I am only human damn it.

I go take my tray and the dirty glasses to the bar. One of the girls told me some idiot spilled his drink in the private dance room. You are not supposed to have fucking drinks back there. I hope the dipshit is still there so I can yell at him. I have no problem telling customers off. I don't get paid really so I feel I am justified. I do get to keep my tips, but waitress tips aren't near as much as what dancer tips are. Grumbling to myself I head to the room to clean up the mess.

"If you wouldn't mind bending over a little more while you clean that up I would really appreciate it." A voice says from the open door. It's my pervert boss. I don't even have to turn around to recognize that voice. I swear even if he hadn't talked I would have 'felt' him.

"How about you come over here and clean it?" I pop off. I do bend over just a little bit more. That's what he gets for being a perv. I'm still cleaning up the mess when I feel him standing behind me. Close, he is way to close. I stand up quickly, and turn around slightly startled.

"What the heck are you doing weird-o?" I say a little breathlessly. When I look up his face is serious and I'm not sure what's going on. "Gage what is it?" I'm starting to get a little concerned something is wrong.

He grabs me and pulls me in close and kisses me. I drop the rag and cleaner, grab him around his neck, and he lifts me up. His kiss is hard, hurried, and fucking amazing. His hands are now holding my ass up. To make it easier for me to reach and maybe he wants to grab my ass. He stops kissing me for a minute and smiles at me.

"I have wanted to do that for a while now." His voice is a little deeper right now, and as hot as that is I am more interested in kissing him than talking. I hold his face with my hands, and lightly tease his mouth. Then bite his lower lip, and let it slowly drag through my teeth till it is released. We are both breathing heavy. I can feel how hard he is for me already.

"I want you Charlie." He says looking me in the eyes.

"Say it again, Gage." He walks me backwards over to the wall and pins me against it. He looks me in the eyes again. There's no more smile, no teasing smirk, he only has one thing on his mind right now, and so do I.

"I want to fuck you Charlie." His voice is even deeper now. He starts kissing my neck and chest. One hand is trying to get at my breast, and the other is still holding my ass. I close my eyes and moan. I want him too. I can feel him pressing his cock up against me. I make a little noise. I look at him the same way he just looked at me. My eyes hooded and my pupils dilated. I want him to see how bad I want him when I look in his eyes. He starts kissing me again, and thrusts his hips into me. We both moan, and fuck I like hearing him moan.