Damon and I live together, ever since I ran away from home. He took me in and helped me get a job.
After work, my mind was boggling and my face was flustered with arousal.
"Why do you look like you're having a mental orgasm?" He asks me as we sit on our couch in our living room with Chinese food.
I run my hands through my hair as I look down at my chopsticks.
"Raphael he-" I stop and see Damon is already smirking. "Girl, he is like a the Zeus of Sex Gods. On Mount Sex-GodAlympis." He says giggling.
I can't help but gape at him, "What?" I say in a fit of laughter.
"You can't lie, when you look at him, it's like Poseidon took a shower in your panties." He says and I shove him. "Shut up! He's not all that." I say rolling my eyes.
"You lying fuck." He says, strongly. "He's attractive but he's cocky." I say honestly.
In truth, he was sexy as hell. I wanted him. I wanted to fuck him. But he wasn't the visual orgasm Damon was describing...okay maybe he was, but I would never admit that.
"Cocky? That means he has a big-" I stopped him right there.
"Please don't say that word!" I beg and cover my ears. "You're an adult. Get used to the word." Damon says smiling at me and wiggling his eyebrows at me.
"Just don't say it." I whisper again.
"Cock." He rushes out and I groan. "Ew!!!" I screech. "Why does it bother you?" He asks me chuckling. "I prefer saying dick, instead of cock. I sound like a valley girl." I say cringing.
"Maybe it's a gay thing. Cock just sounds more homosexual in my opinion." Damon says with a shrug. "It just sounds huge- like a drill or something and I can't imagine myself saying it. Especially during sex." I say, flinching.
Damon laughs and then says, "'Oh yes daddy, fuck me with your big cock.'" He tease and I pretend to gag, "I'm going to throw up. Never say that again." I say, closing my eyes. And he laughs at me, "Youre such a pussy!" He yells. "Don't get me started on that." I groan. "Oh the whole pussy versus cunt debate?" He asks and I nod. "I call people cunts. I wouldn't call 'her' cunt. Just pussy." I say and roll my eyes. "If I'd have one, I'd call it kitty." Damon says flipping his imaginary hair. "You're impossible." I mutter.
"Oh I got another debate. Daddy vs Papi." He adds and I give him a sly smile. "Papi is for Spanish people." I say and he shakes his head. "No. I called my last boyfriend Papi." He points out.
"I thought you called him daddy?" I ask.
"No. The boyfriend before that." He corrects.
Truth be told, he had more boyfriends than I did.
Which is sad.
"Why do guys like to be called a father during sex?" I ask.
I will never understand the male mind, just other organs of the male anatomy.
"Because it gives them a sense of power and control. It's them saying you own me. I'm yours. That type of thing ." Damon explains and I sigh. "Never mind I don't wanna know." I mumble.
"So what happened during your private dance?" He asks me and I blink, "Nothing." I reply.
"Aries, you are the worst liar known to man. What happened?" He tries again.
"Seriously nothing." I pursue, Damon couldn't keep a secret because he would make it too noticeable.
"You're such a liar but whatevs. Is the European God coming back anytime soon?" He asks me.
"Tomorrow." I squeak. Why did I sound nervous? I, Aries, do not get nervous.
"You look scared." He says amusingly. "I'm not. He's just any other client." I say simply with a shrug.
"But he's actually attractive, unlike most of your clients." He points out and I bod in agreement.
"He's married." I whispered.
"You didn't know? He's been married for a year." Damon says matter of factly.
Which means he's been fucking her for 356 days...or maybe before that.
Jesus why did I care??
"I Didn't even know the man existed until Harry said something." I say, raising my eyebrows, "Girl, do you live in a cave?" He groans.
"No. I live with you." I point out and he smiles his cheeky smile.
"Whatever. Get some rest Aries. We have a long day ahead of us." He says, standing to his feet. "Ugh. I don't wanna go to bed." I whine.
"Nope. We aren't going through this again. You know how bad your insomnia is. Come on my little minx." He says giggling and I narrow my eyes at him as he pulls on to my hands. "Fine." I surrender and follow him to my bed.
My doctor advised I went to sleep before midnight.
It's 11:58.
2 minutes off- go figure.


The next morning at work, I came early.
Hopefully to maybe sit around with some of the girls behind stage for awhile, waiting until it was my turn.
I turned to go towards the 'utility' closet to grab another co worker- Vanessa- to get her some shoes and I heard Cassie whispering to Rochelle about something.
"Well don't you think it's a little unfair?" I heard Cassie whisper.
"I don't know. It's by luck really." Rochelle said, disinterested.
"I mean Aries gets bumped to Rank 2 and gets to give a famous and wealthy European model a private dance. All in one day." Cassie whispers harshly.
I frown for a moment and press my ear closer to the door.
"Harry has looked after her for years. She needs this more than anybody." Rochelle defends.
That's my girl!
"So. It's no fair. She's been working here for years and nobody even knows her name." Cassie spats back.
Hm..
"We don't need to know her last name. That's her business. Look we're all here for the same thing. Money. Aries has been bustin her ass for years to get this and apparently she has no family to turn to. So just drop it and be happy for her. Okay?" Rochelle says and I can hear the venom in her voice.
Ah shit,
I take that opportunity to walk through the door nonchalantly.
"Oh hey girls." I say in a chipper voice and smile at them both. Cassie blinks at me for a moment and forces herself to give me a smile.
I smirk at her attempt and move past her to grab the high heels.
"See you out there." I add and slip through the door.
I hear Rochelle behind me and I turn around to see her, "You okay?" I ask her silently and she nods. "Just wanted to say. You're a good at what you do." She says with an honest smile.
"As far as stripping goes." I tease and give her a wink. "But thanks Rochelle." I add and she grabs the heels from me, "Here, I'll take these to her. You need to go get ready." She says with a smirk. "For what?" I ask.
"Raphael Underwood is on his way. And something tells me, he's going to need you alone as soon as possible." She says and slips back towards the rest of the girls.
He was coming already? Oh boy.
I changed in a tight black full body outfit. My long legs were shown bare along with my thighs, my breasts were complimented by the top of my outfit.
I put a shade of red lipstick on and did my hair into tight curls.
My eyelashes looked long and I finished my look with high stilettos.
I looked- well like a stripper!

"Little sex demon!" Damon said slapping me on the ass and I giggle.
"Hush." I dismiss his arrogant comment and he raises an eyebrow at me. "Just in time too Ms Aries, he's right over there." Damon whispers, pointing over to the gorgeous European model with his back turned towards me, next to his pig of an agent.
Harry catches my gaze and motions me over. I slowly strut towards him with a smile and Raphael's eyes meet mine.
Instant moisture between my legs, I'm going to die.
"Aries?" He whispers. "Mr. Underwood." I said with a smile.
"Well Aries. Give this man a good time." Harry says with a suggestive smile.
"That's what I do best." I say, tossing my hair to the side and grab on to the hem of his collar and lead him towards the corridors. "You know you're wrinkling my shirts." Raphael teases in my ear, his voice deep and intoxicating . "Oh I forgot. This is a rich brand name." I say, my eyes fluttering over his suit, his muscles straining to come out.
"You're right. Calvin Klein." He informs briskly.
Fancy. Hey I can afford Dolce & Gabbana and Louis Vuitton- I knew damn well about some Calvin Klein.
"Nothing an iron can't fix." I sigh and bring him towards a different room.
The rooms walls are painted dark blue with a bed in the middle.
It's for more of the exotic performances.
I watch as he goes and takes a seat on the edge of the bed and the music from the stage .
I turn from him and lock the door.
"Holding me captive?" He whispers and I turn and smirk at him. "Lay back, pretty boy." I slowly whisper,
His eyes glisten and flutter in lust.
The music fills me and I slowly make my way towards him, "You're so erotic." He whispers and I move my body seductively around him. I kneel between his legs, spreading my hands across his thighs.
"You're such a teach." He mutters and I grin.
"Anything else I am?" I whisper and turn my back to him. I feel his hands on my waist and my body arches up.
Oh God.
He leans forward and I feel his chest on my back and his breath on my neck. I continue to dance exotically and I bend over in front of him, and I hear him gasp. "I really want to take advantage of you." I hear him groan and I smirk and turn towards him.
"Mrs. Underwood wouldn't be happy to hear that." I tease and roll my hands over his chest.
This wasn't a dance.
This was a hookup.
"Mrs. Underwood isn't here." He retorts back and raises his eyebrow.
I straddle him and look down, "Excited already?" I whisper, smirking down at his throbbing erection.
"With you looking like that. How can I not?" He says, his hands trailing over my thighs and I stiffen.
Oh shiz. "Easy there, big boy." I tease and I see he licks his bottom lip. I watch as he trails his thumb between my breasts and down my stomach.
"I dreamt of your sweet pussy all night."
Holy fuck. I bit my lip and groaned. And his hand moves between my legs.
"So wet already." He whispers huskily and his finger slips against my clit. "Oh God." I instantly moan. His finger slowly flicks it back and forth and my breath hitches in my throat.
"Excited already?" He teases.
I dismiss his question and suddenly shoot back to reality. As much as I want him to keep doing his dirty deed- I'm at work. I'm not getting paid to get fingered- wait- maybe I am.
I sit up from him and turn my back to him again, trying to hide my flustered face.
"Why do you strip?" His question was like a record scratching to stop,
What?
"Excuse me?" I stop dancing and turn to face him with my arms crossed over my breasts.
"Why do you strip?" He asked more intently, "Thats none of your business." I say, angrily.
He seems amused and rubs his chin. "Defensive much?" He's beginning to infuriate me.
"May I leave now?" I groan.
I was so done with lusting for him...for now.

"Listen. I'm not a patient man and I'm paying for this. I get what I want." He says grimly.
Oh really? He had no idea.
I smile subtly and lean forward against him.
"We'll I'm not a patient woman and trust me, I get what I want
...always." I add, brushing my lips across his neck.
"I need you alone," he whispers and I smirk,
"Can't control yourself any longer?" I tease.
And his eyes grow dark, "If I really wanted to I'd take you on every wall in this room right now and you would let me."
Holy fuck he didn't play.
"What kind of girl do you take me for?" I challenge, biting my lip.
"I don't want a good girl. I want a slut. And I know damn well that's what you really are." He mumbles.
Usually I would get highly pissed at his comment and knee him in the balls- but in this case- his words excited me beyond control.
His hands grope over my ass and pushes me down against his erection. I moan silently and put my hands on his belt and tug slowly.
I was being such a slut!!!
He eyed me seductively as I slowly undid his belt and looped my fingers in his boxers....second day and I was already touching him.
He sucked in air sharply and looked up at me.
"Mrs. Underwood wouldn't approve of this." He says with amused eyes. I slowly trace along his happy trail and down and press down against him.
"Mrs. Underwood isn't here."
His eyes flutter and he sighs, "There's a condom in my back pocket. Get it," he demands hotly,


Not that easy.


"Sorry baby, but your dance is over." I say innocently, standing to my feet and swaying my hips out of his direction.
I walk back to Harry and its clear to see Raphael is beyond excited. His eyes are glossy and his posture looks predating.
Sexually predating.
"Hope you enjoyed yourself." Harry says eyeing me and I give him a playful wink.
"Always do," Raphael says nodding.
They shake hands and just like yesterday. Raphael turns to me and embraces me in a hug.
I was still shell shocked and I felt his hand slip down in my bottoms, it felt like paper.
"That's my address. Come over tomorrow. I intend to fuck you until you forget your name and only remember mine." He whispers huskily and I swear my knees almost give in.
"I'll think about it," I say back quickly, knowing damn well I was going to jump at the author.
"You're going to do as I say. See you tomorrow at noon Aries." He whispers and retreats from the hug.
I act disinterested as he walks away. But we both know damn well how I was really feeling.


Tomorrow I was going to give him the best fuck of his life.
~*~*~
It's August.
I was going to update at exactly midnight but stuff came up.
If you've read any of my other books you'll know- its NEVER just sex. I write about drama-lust- and ultimately love.
It has lessons in there- you'll see in the chapters to come.
Unfortunately I think I might take a break. Lately my anxiety and stress levels have been terrible and my insomnia is getting worse. I'll try to update as soon as possible
And since in Possession I called you guys my slaves

For this book- what do you guys want to be called?
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