Mr. Stripper

I'll never forget.

"Would you please stop scaring the hell out of me?" I pleaded with the club manager because asking me to please myself is something I can't see myself doing.

He scuffed and looked at me with a puzzled expression. "Did I rape you?" He inquired, his voice calm.

I shake my head sideways. "You didn't." I mumble, and he smirks.

"Then why are you afraid, Delilah?" He inquired, drawing my name in an inexplicable manner. "I've never done anything like this before." I stuttered, blinking my lashes.

Mister man glares at me for a moment, then licks his lower lips. "I'd like to be inside of you." He spoke hoarsely.

I'm still flustering my lashes because I didn't see this coming. "Be inside me? Do you want to sever my body and then stand in the middle of my dead body?" I inquired, prompting him to rise from his bed within seconds.

He grabbed my chin firmly, his bloodshot eyes staring at me. "I dislike your tone of voice, and you are causing me to lose patients, so if you know what's best, I recommend that you start pleasing yourself." He said with authority, and I nodded as if compelled.

He slowly moved away from me, placing both hands beside his waist and staring at me with a fierce gaze.

I exhale and grab the round rod stuff he gave me. I fall my hair, allowing it to perfectly touch my shoulder, because I have long blonde hair.

I smile brightly, then press the buttons on the rod, causing it to begin vibrating and I use it to begin styling my hair.

Deep down, I believe that this is how some women dress their hair to make it look curlier, so that's what I'm doing right now.

I wrapped the tip of my hair around the rob, but it didn't even stick to the rod because it was vibrating. "What on earth are you doing?" The club's manager yelled at me. "I'm pleasuring myself." I stated sincerely.

In frustration, he exhales. "How about removing your bathrobe?" He proposed.

Under my bathrobe, I'm wearing a short white singlet that only covers my breasts and a white pink Ladies boxer. "Do I really have to take off my bathrobe?" I inquired, doing my best not to offend anyone.

"You have to take it off, sweetheart." He responded, and the word 'Sweetheart.' that had just come out of his mouth sounded strange to my ears.

I untied the bathroom and decided to take it off. When I'm finished, I cover my breasts with my hand because I feel completely naked. "Now use that dildo to f**k yourself." He issued the order.

I had no idea what he I'm holding is called dildo instead of rod. "How... I can't do what you're asking of m…"

I couldn't finish my startling statement because his fierce gaze and void eyes immediately made me immobile. "Pull off those sexy boxers and insert that dildo inside your private part." He gave a chilling instruction, and his words are terrifying.

Inserting a soft rod known as dildo inside my v****a… that is something I cannot and will not allow to happen. "I can do something else for you, but what you just asked for is far beyond my capabilities." I reason with him while throwing the dildo to him.

He didn't have to struggle to catch what I had just thrown at him. The young man appears to be frustrated, so he walks slowly towards me.

I find myself moving backwards every time he takes a step, and eventually I end up hitting my back on the wall beside me.

There's no way out, so I return my gaze to this handsome man who is attempting to corrupt me by doing things that aren't part of my daily routine.

He wrapped his hands around my waist and lifted me off the floor in one swift motion.

I was being carried to the bed and didn't move or flinch because I was immobile.

My brain instantly returned to me when he appeared above my body.

I'm lucky that he's not crushing my precious body by using his hands to support himself.

Our eyes collided, and for a few seconds, our eyes communicated with each other.

His brown amber eyes have radiated in gold, while mine are deep ocean blue. His eyes are lovely, but I can see that they are filled with a variety of emotions, including lust, betrayal, anger, self-hatred, and others.

His eyes contain such a mysterious element that I find myself pitying him for no apparent reason. "Are you okay, Sir?" I asked out of concern, and I completely forgot that I was being pinned to the bed.

"Sir?... Do you punish your customers by being so nice to them?" He questions me, and I quickly bite my lower lips while nodding my head.

He scoffed, and his left hand were no longer supporting him but is now making it way towards my shoulder. His finger tips caressed my skin, and I tried to pull away from him.

His finger slowly moved from my shoulder to my neck. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear before leaning in close to my lips.

My body became so alert that I began to panic. I flitted beneath his cage, but he was simply too powerful.

He let go of his right hand, which was preventing him from crushing my body. Mister man absurdly crushed into my body because no hands were assisting him.

I screamed because he seemed to be suffocating me. "Arrrrhhhhhhh!" As I tried to get away from him, I screamed and breathed rapidly.

His right hand crept up to the edge of my boxer, while his left hand grabbed my hair firmly, and he did something I will never forget in my entire life.