I asked a glass of wine at the bar.

I don't need to turn around to know it's Ifan. You left many men miserable.

House Mom Loefel. House Moms run every club.

She cares for the girls.

She limits our drinking. She assists with our clothing and informs us when to go onstage. She ensures the club's financial success.

"It's not a good idea to leave while people are waiting for you, particularly when some females have no one to dance for," Loefel explains.

Shrugging, I sip my drink.

Ifan, Loefel replies, "you've needed a break since you began."

Exactly! I graduate from Stanfad t with honors.

I've told Loefel a million times, "I need money."

"Isn't there another way to generate money besides being unhappy while making others unhappy?" Loefel asks while grabbing my wine. "That's not healthy."

Whatever their appearance, women can always sell sex. Which is where I am financially. Sexual prostitute.

"I wish I could find work that pays this well without..." I struggle to find the right words.

"Men?!" Loefel asks. She nailed it. She grins.

Loefel pauses, contemplating. What's she thinking?

She slips a business card .

As I receive the card, she says, "Go home, dear." "Call them in the morning."

" it's phone sex.  "They need your creativity and intellect.

I thank Loefel. It's possible!

"Thanks, Ya..." Loefel stops me as I'm going to speak.

She says, "Go home." "Really. "You're useless here."

***

Near midnight, I remove my makeup,.

Tonight, taxis are scarce. When one stops, I hop in.

As I enter, another door opens. MAN ENTERS

My taxi. What the fuck is he doing?"

'Please, Financial Street No. 56"! Man yells at driver. He's fresh from the club.

"Hi!" I shout, and he turns. He stares at me like he knows me.

If he wasn't leaving the club, I'd be crushing on him.

I said, "This is my taxi."

Finally, he speaks.

He says, "Listen, Miss." "My dad died and the taxi is coming..."

"Whatever. I'm done dealing with strippers. "

"Give me the money before you go," I said, pulling out my phone.

He gets off and gives me 200 dollars.

"Westwood No.25," I inform the cabdriver, thinking about the phone sex line.

The taxi passes the Plaza, where Gorgeous Jerk got out, and heads to 8th Avenue. As we reach Times Square, I check my watch.

Almost midnight. See Kevin's 50th Street residence.

"Cab! I shout at the taxi driver, who stops with a lack of astonishment from having seen everything in his career. I pay the fee and proceed to Kevin's building at 50th and 8th.

Kevin lives alone. As someone who completed college a couple of years before me, he's a major catch in New York City's dating pool.

As I unlock his door with his keys from my handbag, I think about this.

Indeed. I have keys. After two months of dating, he handed them to me last month.  He finds me hot. I exercise to look beautiful. Dresses, heels, and yoga pants are my goals. I'm neither vain or a shopaholic. I'm cute, however. He probably likes it.

Kevin doesn't like putting me down, so I fake it to make sure everything is okay. Knowing what I can do to him turns me on and makes me wet.

So tonight . I want to sex. Will his 5-inch cock please me tonight? Lucky evenings.

Kevin should exercise more. Every time I bring it up, he says he's busy and needs to relax. He n ever skips the gym. That person works out daily.

As I  open the door, I wonder what sex with that person might be like.

Maybe tonight I'll imagine Kevin is Gorgeous Jerk.

"Fuck, sweetie, that's good. Kevin says, "Just like that"

"Fuck baby," he says.

He's joking? I should've contacted him before showing up.

Why do I soften my steps?

I don't know why my heart is so fast.

I'm in his bedroom. He is fucking with a girl. I shut my eyes and brace myself.

I liked us together. That's it. Perhaps I'm mistaken. Perhaps Kevin didn't like me. I dunno.

Kevin pauses while being lifted up. He turns to see me. Wide-eyed,

" Arcadia !" Kevin shouts.

I simply stand there while he stares down at whomever is below him and then at me.

"What's up, Arcadia?"

I'm shook.

Kevin repeats my name, as if it can change what I see.

I'll never forget what I'm witnessing. Kevin leaves anybody he's with. Hard, slimy dick.

The lady snatches the blanket as he attempts to hide himself.

We're blondes. Huge breasts. Thin. Stupid face.

Yes, I'm unjust. Whatever. Now I can be unfair.

"Argonia!" Kevin continues.

I wish there was a way to expose my ex-scumbaggery. boyfriend's

I'm clueless. So I grab my phone.

Facebook opens. I go live.

I'm young. I have many Facebook pals. Kevin. We share numerous pals. Friends from Kevin's job.

Push the button, and done. Facebook live!

"Everyone," I say to Kevin, whose dick is firm. "Hello, ex. "

The wooman on the bed unfazed. Her tits swing as she gets out of bed, making me cringe. Did he cheat because I don't have her tits? D cups.

"Hey, love bug," she waves as she grabs pants. "Hi. $150/hr. Want my website?

Hook?

Kevin Perry cheated on me with a hooker.

I say calmly, "Kevin Perry" "I want everyone my friends to know, so they don't question why we split up, that I caught you cheating on me with a whorel!"

Kevin's 5-inch cock deflates. I can't help smirking. It's crazy.

"Arcadia, stop!" Kevin yells.

Try turning off my phone. He can even shatter it.

I tell him, "I have nothing more to say, you dumb, selfish shitbag."

I switch off my phone.

The hooker says, "Hi!" "Hi. "Just in case."

I descend stairs. Time flies. I'm outdoors suddenly. I cross the street and enter the subway.

I don't know where I'm heading, but I'm headed home.

On the railway bench, I thought of sobbing. Nope. No tears! Nope!

Paul

"I'm sure that had my father been here at this moment and he came to this because he was  especially fascinated by the nudes."

I had eight stepmothers.  Each came to my home happily while leaving as they aged with money.

As I leave the stage, an elderly man adds, "Your father would be pleased." I don't know who he is,. I avoid all the leeches here. If I distance myself from my dad's smut realm and give them money, they'll allow me in. But if I break their rules, they'll abandon me.

I lmet Brooke on the stairs. Checking emails on his phone. Excellent lawyer. Top-notch. After my mom died and my dad began marrying, he raised me. Brooke made sure I didn't fall over the deep end when I moved out before college because I couldn't stand Dad living with four other women.  If Brooke wasn't there to pull me back when I strayed, I'd have a lot more than tattoos

Brooke responds, "Henry Greenwood left you two emails and a voicemail." "He still mentions the remainder of the strip clubs"

Great. Does this city's mafia own all the sex businesses? If no one else is at the table, I can't help selling to them.

"Nothing else?" I'm dumbfounded. When combined, strip clubs earn about $1 million a night.

When together, they cost $6 million a night, he claims.

He's right. Costly strippers. They're pricey. What a waste of money!

I left in a hurry.

I've looked everywhere for the pole-dancing stripper.

When does she work? I should have asked her name that night at the taxi.

The vehicle drives up to the strip club where I first saw the beautiful blonde lady 10 days ago.

"Hey paul, you back!"

Loefel, the House Mom, greets me as I enter.

Loefel has long admired my fuckcock. She's the oldest here. A vet who sees females come and leave.

"Another girl tonight, Paul?" She asks, eyebrows raised.

"Another, but..."

She's eyed me,  turns and exclaims, "Upstairs!"

The music is quieter upstairs.

So what? I pinch her behind and ass.

She coos, "I've waited a long time, Paul." "I expected you tonight. You're always here. You haven't dated since Sanaz and Kendel. I know why."

Voilà! She didn't want to fuck me.

"You're done with them, baby?" Asks Loefel.

"You need a catch, don't you?" She inquires.

"Where can I find her?" Loefel grins. She touches my crotch.

"Hold up!"

"What's up, honey?" Loefel grins. But I'm distracted.

"She's 5-foot-7 Blondes. Goddess physique. I last saw her ten days ago, when Sanaz and Kendel were around", I tell Loefel.

Loefel retreats, feigning disappointment.

Loefel seems dissatisfied, because she wanted to fuck me tonight, huh?

Loefel whispers, "Arcadia."

"She no longer works here," Loefel replies, "Ifan is Arcadia Lane's stage name. Keep my secret."

She began working atDreams last week

Bingo.

Thankfully, I haven't sold the house.

Tomorrow, I'm dropping by to find this girl.

I kiss Loefel.

I stop her from wanting more

"Thank you very much, Loefel," I exclaim as I run down the stairs.

Tomorrow's here!

It'll be a good day. It's palpable.

Arcadia

one week of taking calls and I've learnt a few things: never ask permission questions, never asked if they're married. So when the phone rings, I quickly shift into character. I drop my voice nearly to a whisper. I feel the lace of my braand then move my hands up my stockings.  I believe it should seem real, and donning the shoes and lingerie quickly puts me into character. I even turn down the lights. I find that the darker the room gets, the more I can concentrate on the voice on the other end of the line.

I answer the phone and settle back on my bed. I whisper in a sweet, sexy voice. . "Hi, this is Ifan . I'm talking to who?"

Man coughs."  Carl"

, "That's my favorite man's name." "You're gorgeous and powerful."

"  Thanks for calling. My neighbors' all-day sex has gotten me horny."

"A secret: I'm braless."

He says, "Is that right?" with a grin.

"I'm hot. It's unbearable. It's been a long day without sex. I'm so worked up and heated that I'm laying in front of a fan, making my nipples eret."  Karl, do you enjoy nips?"

I continue when he mumbles "mmm"

"What would you do to me?" he says conspiratorially.

"I'd kiss every inch of you, Karl. I'd start by nibbling on your ear playfully, then move my lips down your neck and touch your powerful chest-I can tell by your voice. I'd circle my tongue around your nipples."

"I'd let my lips creep farther down your body, my tongue lingering over your jeans' waistline. Even the salt on your skin makes me want more."

"Is your pussy wet?"

"You make me drenched. Your voice and physique turn me on, Karl. My pussy wants you. I'm horny."

" I'd unbutton your pants and touch your cock. I'd run both hands up and down your shaft until you were erect, then kiss it. First licking the tip, then gently bathing your manhood with my warm, moist tongue."

He says, "Mm hmm"

"Then what? I'd smooch your cock and swallow you. I'd gulp it down. Would you prefer a cock gag?"

I hear him breathing harder, so I keep talking.

"Do you enjoy when I suck your cock?

He whispers "Yes-mm hmm-more."

"Your cock is delicious. It's too much "I say, and he pulls away, skin smacking flesh.

"Karl, I want to ride your cock with my hot pussy. I need it. I'll straddle your lap, descend my pussy on your massive shaft, and breast-bomb you. Please eat my nipples."

Then I hear Karl's breathing, so I perform my own climax .

He asks for my phone number as his breathing calms.

" Please dial my four-digit number again in private."

He reluctantly agrees, and we hang up. I gaze towards the ceiling. I agree with Loefel. Stripping is worse. These calls let me utilize my imagination. You're on stage being judged; you can't hide it. During these calls, the other party must utilize their imaginations, which is excellent since it removes my previous routine: waxing, cosmetics, manicures, pedicures, etc.

I consider putting on yoga clothes and going to the gym, but then I see my bills. Shit.  I should get my payment from Dreams LLC.

I change and call a taxi. The driver seems confused when I tell him where I'm headed.  I put my earbuds in and play music on my phone to shut out the world.

The taxi arrives to a huge, white structure 15 minutes later. Without the location, I wouldn't realize this is one of the city's major phone sex firms. Not what I expected. I keep my earbuds in while listening to music. I hand the driver money and grin. I exit the taxi and turn toward the building.

It's like a bowling ball hitting my back. When I'm hit in the back, my arms are stuck behind meHot breath on my neck "Quiet! Stop talking!" He's covering my lips to muffle my cries, so I bite down hard. My only alternative and inclination. When I feel his fingers between my teeth, he strikes me on the head to silence me. When I see the man's face, I'm astonished.

"Kevin?"

"Quiet! Shush! You want to embarrass me on Facebook and ignore my calls for a week? I'll show you!"

His eyes show fury and a bruised ego. His strength amazes me. I assumed he was weak since he never worked out, but he's stronger than I thought. Really startling. He hugs me without uttering a word. I attempt to pull his hands off with mine, but it doesn't work. I'm out of breath and whimper, "Stop!"

He pauses just as my world goes dark. What? I blink and see another guy between us. Tall, robust, and broad-shouldered. I watch as he punches Kevin, shattering his nose.

"If I see you around here again, I'll murder you," he yells, grabbing Kevin by the shirt collar. When he lets him, Kevin turns and goes, without looking back.

"Are you okay?"

I feel like I know him when he stares down at me. I'm emotionally shaken but otherwise OK. "Most people wouldn't help, but you saved my life. , I glance into the man's eyes and remember the taxi trip from the club.

"Wait. You're familiar "Saying. "You stole my taxi outside the club last night."

"Urgent. I don't usually steal taxis."

"Thanks, but I'm leaving."

"Wait. I'd want to take you-"

"I'm sure you're great, but I'm not in the mood to host a dinner. My ex-boyfriend attempted to kill me."

"He's gone. He's insignificant. Yes!"

I look at him-his perfect-weather eyes, big shoulders, and sweet smile-and even though I'm battered and frantic, I say yes.

Paul's pov

Bartender brings my gym bag to the cloakroom.

, "I have a young woman meeting me outside the Club," and he nods and checks.

I invited her a gym. 2 bars, 3 dining rooms, a drawing room, 3 libraries, hotel rooms, and 2 ballrooms.

Swimming pool, gym, shooting range, and art museum. A gallery. You might say it's a wonderful spot to take a date. Especially an exclusive fucking club she wouldn't typically get into.

"Your lady acquaintance is waiting in the lobby, Mr. Paul," the maître d says. I'm rushed. I want to see her.

She's wearing a black dress that's not revealing. I She's wearing tights and heels. Her hair and cosmetics make her attractive.

Her lovely physique makes my cock quiver. How her skinny legs support her. I want to suck them till she squeals. Those hips. Asshole. The garment hugs her voluptuous ass, and I want to pinch each cheek. Damn. Her wraparound strapless dress shows off her tits like nothing I've ever seen.

"It's like you've forgotten what I look like nude," she adds as she approaches me. I kiss her cheek when she hesitates. Her perfume smells. Intoxicating.

"It's like meeting you,"

She teases me, "Flattery won't help."

Vodka? I ask, guiding her inside the bar I just left.

The inside stuns Arcadia. That's how the other half lives. P

Every face looks at us.  Women are hungry and their husbands are envious. Damn.

I ask Arcadia but don't actually ask since I sit her down.

Arcadia says, "It's wonderful here"

" she grins. "Don't misunderstand. I adore that we're on a date."

"Fuck," she murmurs, eyeing me. Silence. "I assumed we'd get straight to it, and here was a fancy hotel, so you wouldn't have to walk far."

"I'm a block away."

Arcadia sighs. "Oh, OK," she says.

"You think I can't date?"

She smirks, "You took my taxi."

"Waiting to see how you'll fuck me," she adds as our filthy martinis arrive. He glances at her after hearing our conversation. Arcadia grins and twirls her hair.

She asks what I do.

I pour. "Steal cabs from strip club ladies so I can rescue them from ex-boyfriends"

We raise our glasses and she grins.

I said, "Don't mention it." "I walked by."

She stares into my eyes and tells me, "I hope you realize it doesn't entitle you to sleep with me."

"I don't believe it qualifies me to anything," I tell her. She's undoubtedly wondering where I'm headed. "But I know you're still thinking whether I'd fuck you."

Arcadia wouldn't be startled if I brandished my 12-inch cock about.

"Really? Wide-eyed, she asks.

Arcadia drinks her cocktail and leans near me.

"What's else?" She asks, smiling slightly. "You appear to know more than me.

"If my place is just a block away, how can I ask you to come up?" I say, without breaking her contact.

She asks, "So you can fuck me?"

I tell her, "So cum till you pass out."

"Really?" She asks, eyebrows raised.

She stops. "Didn't you just offer me the chance to go to your apartment?" Arcadia grins. "Can't I take it that you brought it up?"

This was fuckeasy, I thought as I call the waiter. She's smarter than most females. She may be entertaining

"Are you taking my chance?" She laughs. "Going to your apartment?"

I said, "I'll show you around. I'm prepared. Remember, I'm in charge?"

Then she takes two steps forward.