Stealing Her Pleasure

Stealing Her Pleasure

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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(FINISHED) There is something dark about him. Something dark that makes my body quiver. I don’t know if it’s the extreme degree of fierceness shown in his blue eyes or, the look he was giving me. This was no ordinary look. He seem to take a look of fascination about me, and aside from that, I seem to not be able to take my eyes from his. He was alluring in all senses that I am seeing physically, but its some of the most alluring men, that can be the most dangerous.

Summary

(FINISHED) There is something dark about him. Something dark that makes my body quiver. I don’t know if it’s the extreme degree of fierceness shown in his blue eyes or, the look he was giving me. This was no ordinary look. He seem to take a look of fascination about me, and aside from that, I seem to not be able to take my eyes from his.
He was alluring in all senses that I am seeing physically, but its some of the most alluring men, that can be the most dangerous.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Stealing Her Pleasure

Author Chapter Note

There is something dark about him. Something dark that makes my body quiver. I don’t know if it’s the extreme degree of fierceness shown in his blue eyes or, the look he was giving me. This was no ordinary look. He seem to take a look of fascination about me, and aside from that, I seem to not be able to take my eyes from his. He was alluring in all senses that I am seeing physically, but its some of the most alluring men, that can be the most dangerous.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: March 16, 2014

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Submitted: March 16, 2014

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~Chapter 1: Blue-eyed lurker

“Adriana,” I was shaken awake. My eyes fluttered open and I end up meeting eyes with my boss, Katalynn. I was laying on a red leather bench in the corner of the dressing room, my chemistry book laying on my stomach.
In the background, I could hear an upbeat song playing, disturbing my ear drums. But I recognized the song as Ashtray by Beast.

Katalynn stared down at me. She held a cigarette in her manicured fingers. Her arms were across her huge breasts and she wore nothing but a dark red and black teddy and fishnets. Her red hair fell to her elbows while her eyes were outlined with black eyeliner, coated thickly around her gray eyes. Her lips were coated with a very dark, blood red color.

I sat up and pulled my chemistry book off of me and sat it next to me.

Katalynn hasn’t taken her eyes from me for one second. “Adriana,”
I wiped my eyes and then blinked up at her.
“You keep sleeping the second you get here.”

I nod in agreement. “Right. I know, but I have to work here all night and then go to school in the mornings so I don’t get any rest in between.”
She sighs and puts her cigarette to her lips. She takes a deep inhale before exhaling the smoke slowly. “If you want to continue working here and you need the money so bad, honey, you may need to quit school.”

“I can’t. I’m trying to get out of here, Katalynn. But my brother is so insistent that I work. Believe me, I tried to apply for the less degrading jobs but no one will hire me because I don’t have any job experience. You were the only one who hired me and I still don’t get why.”

“We needed the extra dancers. Speaking of which, you need to change clothes and get on stage.”
My lips pressed into a hard line as my eyes went to the hole in the old pair of jeans I was wearing.

“Now.” She pressed.
I shut my chemistry book and stood to go to the wall to the right of us. Against the wall hung racks of clothing. If that’s what you want to call it. Clothing. It’s more lingerie.
I ran the hangers to the left and studied each outfit carefully.

I know it was a little odd that a seventeen year old girl was a stripper. Maybe more than a little odd. But I needed to make money for me and my brother to eat.  He didn’t know where I was working, just that I was bringing lousy money in, but he always said it was good enough.
It was just us now so we had to fend for ourselves and do the best we can.

I finally picked a red lace bustier and a black, lacey thong.
I pulled my burgundy sweater from my torso and threw it on the red bench. I slipped out of my flats and my jeans. I threw them aside before removing my bra and putting on the bustier. I removed my panties and slipped on the thong.
I turned to go to the mirror and pulled my hair out of its sloppy pony tail. My brunette hair fell down slightly pass my hips.
I drove my fingers through my hair and it fell back down.
I grabbed the eyeliner from off the table connected to the mirror stretching in front of it.
I applied it dark onto my eyelid and underneath my eye. It was smudging, but I didn’t care. I never knew how to put make-up on anyway.

I put the lid back onto the eyeliner and looked into the mirror at my appearance. I felt like I had just transformed. A second ago I was a seventeen year old high school student maintaining straight B’s in every class. Now I am an older looking seventeen year old getting ready to dance in front of a lot of men to give them a hard-on.
I wasn’t Adriana anymore, my name was now Angel.
It was a name Katalaynn thought fit me because she said my blue eyes made me look so innocent.

“Adriana!” She said sharply.
I turned my head to look at her.
“Dance.” She urged.

I glanced back at my appearance one more time before going in the corner to grab a pair of red pumps and leaving the dressing room.
Before I went out, I placed the heels on the floor and slipped into them. They hurt my feet. Some of the girls said I would break them in. However I never did.
I grabbed a black robe from the rack outside of the dressing room and walked across the glossy black floor.
The dressing room led out to another dressing room. Lights and mirrors were lined up against the wall to the right, and up ahead were black curtains that led out to a stage.

My heart pumped, flitting in my chest as I walked closer and closer to the curtains.
I’ve been here for only a month and a half, and still I get nervous and reluctant towards doing this in front of people. Especially in front of older men.

I grabbed onto the silky black curtains. I had this quirk where I’d wrap my index finger and thumb around the silk and rub them together. It was just something I always did.
The place was quiet for a second before another song had came on. It was Everybody wants to rule the world by LORDE. I hated dancing, but this song always made me feel slightly more comfortable about it.
I took a deep, trembling breath before whipping the curtains open with my hands.

I walked out on stage, immediately hit with an intense light shining on me.
I slowly stepped out further on the stage.
The key was to never look directly in people’s faces. I made that mistake the first couple of times dancing.

There was a pole in the middle of the stage. Metal and shiny silver.
I grabbed a hold to it.
Another key was, whether you suffer from low self esteem or not, make yourself believe that you’re sexy.

My fist twirled around it as I circled it as sensually as I could manage. There was this deep feeling of fear in the pit of my stomach. I don’t know why.
None of this felt real. I couldn’t explain it. It was like I was doing this, but the real me could never do anything like this. For some reason, it set off an eerie feeling in my head.

I danced against the pole, grinding my hips against it while running my fingers through my hip-length hair. I shut my eyes. That was another thing that helped.
If my brother ever saw, or my parents, they probably wouldn’t see me as their innocent little girl anymore.
I  grabbed onto the middle of the pole and hoisted myself up just so that I can twirl as I slide back down.
I wasn’t the perfect stripper with all the tricks and moves. I was only seventeen and because of school, I had very little time to practice. Imagine my surprise at just being able to twirl on the pole.
I did the best I could, and I’ve gotten a few compliments here and there from a couple of guys.

It was hard to lose myself in something I despise so much and find insulting to women, but I needed the money and I would result to anything to get it. Anything except becoming a prostitute. That’s the one thing I couldn’t bear to do. I was still a virgin and was going to remain one.

As I slid down the pole, my heels touched the floor. I mistakenly looked out to the audience, and immediately, my eyes fell upon a guy. He sat in the middle of the audience, sitting alone at a table. His eyes, a cerulean blue were locked on me.
I looked away and turned.
Why did I look out at the audience? Now I’m nervous, and now I want to stop dancing.
But the music was still going on, and if I stopped now, I wouldn’t get money.
I inhaled, and exhaled slowly before I resumed my dance. I shut my eyes again, but as soon as I did, all I can see was those blue eyes that locked on mine. I don’t know why I thought about them, or why I found them even remotely fascinating.

I turned back around to face my audience and found myself meeting his eyes once again.
I focused in more closely than before. That’s when I noticed.
There is something dark about him. Something dark that makes my body quiver. I don’t know if it’s the extreme degree of fierceness shown in his blue eyes or, the look he was giving me. This was no ordinary look. He seem to take a look of fascination about me, and aside from that, I seem to not be able to take my eyes from his.
He was alluring in all senses that I am seeing physically, but its some of the most alluring men, that can be the most dangerous.
Maybe I was being paranoid. Maybe I was just imagining him looking at me in this way. But nothing could mistake it. He was giving me a look like he wanted me.
I’ve received this look from guys in my school and even a couple in this club, but those looks couldn’t compare.
I went back to my dancing and rode it out as good as I could without anyone detecting my fear.

When my dance was over, I went into the back room and sat down on the bench. I just couldn’t wait to go home. I threw my heels off and laid down on the bench.

A girl, her name was Holly, walked in from another stage that was across the stage I was just dancing on.
Her brown eyes met mine as she walked in with a shot glass of vodka in her fingers. She sat it down on the tray of the mirror against the wall. “What’s wrong?” She asked.

“Nothing. I just want to go home.”
“Mm. Don’t we all?” She applied some blush to her cheeks. “I saw that guy. I saw you looking at him.”
I turned my head to look at her. “What guy?”

“Heath. He comes in every other week. His eyes are gorgeous, aren’t they?” She asked before applying lip-liner.
Heath. I never noticed him before. Of course that can be only because I never look out in the audience normally until today. Other than that, the guy was impossible to ignore.
“Oh?” I asked.

“Yep. He’s asked about you before.”
I glanced at her through the mirror. “What?”
She shakes her head, yes. “About a week ago, he asked about you.”
“What’d you tell him?”

“I didn’t know you so well a week ago so there wasn’t anything I could say. All I told him is that you were a new girl and your name was Adriana.”

I turn my head away to look at the ceiling. He’s probably too old for me anyway. I don’t know. The whole thing was weird.
But I couldn’t get his blue eyes out of my head. They were a stunning cerulean that is rare on people. I have blue eyes also but my color was more of an aqua.

Until it was my turn to dance again, I began to get more studying done. I sucked at chemistry and I sucked even more at math. I didn’t even understand how I was maintaining a B in either one of them.
When I went on again, I didn’t see him. I didn’t understand my disappointment in his disappearance but it was there. I guess I was just curious about him.
My dance was the last dance before it was closing time.
Holly insisted on walking me home, but I refused her. It was probably stupid considering it’s nearly three in the morning and pitch black outside.
I rather be alone. I’m the type where if someone is talking to me, and they are talking about something completely pointless, I zone out. I zone out when it comes to a lot of things and a lot of people.

I pull my bag strap over my shoulders and leave out of the doors of the strip club, Heat.
Down the street I walked alone in the gentle breeze of the New York air.
New York was a shit-hole.
Or at least where I lived, it was.

I put LORDE’s voice in my ears. Mama always told me never walk alone with ear buds in my ears. She said to keep an eye out.
But I feel anxiety when I’m not listening to music so I didn’t have a choice.
I zipped up my hoody as I crossed the street.

When my house finally came into view two minutes later, I relaxed slightly more.
I was always iffy when it came to night time. I love when my brother is sleeping and I’m the only one awake on my laptop, going about my business with soft music going on in the background.
He could never pick me up from work because he always worked way later than me. It was okay, though, I was use to being alone.

I opened the gate to my house and walked up the concrete path to the stairs. I stepped up onto the porch and opened the screen door.
I leaned against it, keeping it open while I peeked into my bag to search for my keys.
When I couldn’t find them, I tore the ear buds from my ears in irritation. I had so much stuff in my bag, it was impossible to find anything in it.
 I got down on my knees and began pulling everything out of the bag, to put onto the porch. When I slipped my binder out of my bag, I heard someone whisper my name.
I turned my head to look towards my gate. My eyes wandered the perimeter.
As I searched through the darkness of the night, I also rushed to find my keys. Keeping my eyes on the street, my hand moved blindly around my bag until I felt the sharp, uneven edges of my keys.

I grabbed them and pulled them out.
I stood to my feet and turned to shove the key in.

“Adriana.” My name was said in an unfamiliar and unusually calm tone.
I turned again to see a guy standing on the concrete pathway to the stairs.
I blink at him.

His face is covered by the shadows.
I felt the stinging sensation of alarm and unease in my scalp.
The guy slowly took another step towards the stairs.
The street light revealed those unusual blue eyes that I haven’t been able to get out of my head all night. Heath.
I was surprised to find that he knew where I lived…or he followed me. The thought of him following me left tension throughout my body and more fear.

“What do you want?” My voice was nearly inaudible. I had this bad feeling in my stomach and a worst feeling in my head. My head that was telling me not to ask questions and just to run into the house and lock the door.
I turned the key that was in the lock, while keeping my eyes on him so I wouldn’t alert him or make any sudden moves.

He took a step and measured the space between us with interest. Almost as if he was debating how long it’ll take to get to me.
“I’m not going to sugar coat anything.” His voice was calm and still.
“Sugar coat what?” I asked opening the door. I slowly backed into the house and as I backed away, he stepped onto the stairs.

“I am going to take you.”
My eyebrows shot down. “What?” I was uneasy about what he may have wanted, but I didn’t expect this.

“I won’t repeat myself.”
I quickly stepped back into the house and slammed the door shut. I was only able to lock one lock before the door was kicked open. It sent me falling back onto the floor with a thud.

I hear his heavy footsteps as he walks towards me.
I scoot back before getting to my feet.

I backed away from him as he walked towards me. His eyes now held an eager glint. One that scared the living hell out of me.
Just as I turned to run from him, he grabs me by my hair and my back slams into his front. His covers my mouth with his hand. I struggle out of his hold but he doesn’t let me go.
Whimpering against his hand, I kicked the wall and it sent us flying against the other wall.
He never let me go. I continued to fight out of his restrain on me, but not for long as a cloth was pressed against my mouth and nose.
I gasped as I inhaled it by accident. It smelled like sweet alcohol…or glue…or…

My vision grows disoriented as my fight against him slows down. My muscles grow weak, and my hearing grows fainter and fainter each passing second. I feel this drowsiness pass over me and I slowly slump into his arms as my eyes close.


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