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  Chuckling deeply he shook his long mane of blond hair. “Male Review. I was pretty good at what I did.”

  I could see the ladies lining up to watch him strip, and my face burned for a moment. “Is that how you made all your money?” It was a crass question but I needed to get my mind out of the gutter.

  “My mom left me an inheritance.”

  From the look on his face, that wasn’t a subject he planned on discussing, so I shut up. “Must be nice.”

  “Money isn’t everything.” He turned his icy blue eyes on me and I could see I said the wrong thing.

  “Unless you don’t have it.” I lifted my chin, attempting to be brave. The truth was Sin scared the crap out of me when he gave me that look of his. He just looked dangerous and on the verge of wanting to beat the crap out of someone. It was an odd feeling, but that fear he made me feel? It was somewhat of a turn on.

  “Guess so.” He turned and walked out of the studio and I followed. I wondered what it would be like if he spoke more than a few words at a time.

  He continued walking until we were in the garage again. “Like I said, don’t fuck her up.” Tossing me the keys, I caught them mid-air. It seemed like a wall had went up over him. To be honest it hadn’t slipped that much, but I had noticed something vaguely different in his attitude with me since I confessed my need to dance.

  “I promise I’ll take care of it like an unborn child.” I really should have turned down his offer, but I needed the ride.

  “What does a virgin know about shit like that?”

  The question came out of thin air and I stared at him. “Wow, that’s not a very nice question.” To be honest I was a little offended.

  “Not a very nice guy.” He shrugged.

  I could have argued with him on that. He was letting me borrow a car that cost more than I could make in a year. “You seem alright to me.” I figured it was safe to at least say that much.

  “Don’t think I’m doing this to be nice. If I didn’t think you could earn me a fucking boat load of cash, I wouldn’t bother.”

  His face had turned to granite and I bit my lip. Obviously I’d hit a nerve somehow. I wasn’t sure what I’d said that was so wrong though. “Thanks just the same.” I tried to keep the hurt out of my voice.

  A muscle ticked in his firm jaw and I wished I knew what he was thinking. He nodded, and walked back to his car. “I’ll see you back at the club. We’ll meet here tomorrow night. Just be on time.”

  He didn’t give me time to answer. When he slid into his car, I decided if I didn’t want to get left behind I needed to hurry. I was pretty sure I knew where we were, but I didn’t want to take the chance of getting lost. Riding in the Jaguar was amazing. The thing was built for power and speed and I had to remind myself to take it slow.

  Back at work I was quickly cornered by Luke. “So did you lose the V card?”

  I’d decided he really liked trying to make me blush, and unfortunately I couldn’t stop myself. “No. Not everyone thinks with their private parts!”

  He threw back his head and laughed, causing several customers to look our way. “Damn baby it’s called a dick. I’d pay money to hear you say it.”

  “Keep the shit off my time Luke,” Sin’s voice wiped the smile right off his face and I was pleased that he stood up for me.

  “Besides, I prefer cock,” with a smirk, Sin winked at me and walked back to his office.

  So much for helping me out. My face was even hotter than it was before. Stomping off to the bar, I ignored Luke’s chuckle. The rest of the night was so busy there was no time to do anything but work.

  I drove the new car home that night, and while the ride was incredible, I couldn’t help but worry about what would happen Monday night. I tried to watch the other girls dance earlier in the evening, but we were just so busy I didn’t get much of a chance.

  chapter Four

  Tutor

  My psychology class was dull for a change. Usually it was one of my favorite courses. Between that and the lack of customers at the school store, I was ready to scream in frustration by the time I made it back to my dorm room. I quickly showered and shaved, then stepped out and rambled through my clothes. What did you wear to learn how to strip?

  Deciding on my yoga Capri’s and top, I quickly slid them on. I told myself I wasn’t trying to impress Sin. Not that it would do much good. The man obviously didn’t find me appealing. Again I wondered if he might be gay. He didn’t pay attention to any of the other dancer’s either.

  Driving to his place, I decided it didn’t matter if he was gay or not. I needed to earn the money to get a new car, and I had the opportunity if I paid attention to his lessons. That didn’t stop my heart from falling into my stomach as I knocked on his door.

  He was talking on his cell when he opened the door, and I slid under his massive arm as he held it. Doing some deep breath exercises, I hoped I could calm the nausea.

  He cupped his hand over the phone and spoke to me. “Go on back to the studio, I’ll be done here in a minute.” He turned away and continued his conversation.

  I made my way back to the studio, and walked inside. I had no idea what I was supposed to do and my nervousness intensified more. Did he expect me to strip and wait for him? The thought of doing that made my stomach lurch, so I decided against it. He could tell me what to do once he made it back here.

  Lowering to the ground, I did some stretches. I couldn’t afford a gym membership, but I ran at least three times a week. I knew the warm up would help with any movements he planned on teaching.

  The stretches reminded me of the years my dad had coached me. Before life had dealt us the raw hand, my dad had been my personal gymnastics instructor. It seemed like a million years ago in my mind. I could almost hear his voice telling me to work certain muscles. From the time I was six years old until middle school, he’d worked with me to perfect my skills.

  Sin walked in the room and I stopped mid-stretch. Pulling my head out of the painful memories, I attempted to smile.

  “Don’t stop. I want you limber.” Crossing his arms over his chest, he leaned against the wall and watched me.

  I couldn’t look at him. I continued my stretches and tried to pretend he wasn’t taking up so much space in the room. I know it was stupid, but I just couldn’t think straight when he was around.

  “I think you’re good. Let’s get started.” He was only wearing a pair of workout shorts, and it was the first time I got the full impression of how beautiful his body was. I couldn’t keep my eyes away from that gorgeous, tanned, hairless chest.

  “If you’re finished,” his mouth lifted in a smirk like he knew that the package was enticing and I blushed.

  I stood up, my knees trembling as I walked over to him. “So how do you want to do this?”

  “Well lose the shirt, for now the pants can stay. You need to get comfortable in your own skin.”

  Sure, why not just throw off the shirt, I thought nervously. It was just a sports bra kind of top, and I pulled it over my head, tossing it aside. Like that didn’t take more guts than I had.

  “Those tits are going to make you a killing.” Walking over behind me, his hands cupped my breasts, and I gasped. Tensing, I couldn’t believe he just did that!

  “Relax. The first thing you want to remember before you go on stage, is to make sure those nipples are hard.” He pinched the peaks in his fingers, and I gasped. “The customers want to think you’re turned on by showing them off.”

  My breath caught in my throat. I wasn’t sure if I was turned on or ready to run for the door, but my body responded. I felt a strange sensation move from my breasts down lower and moaned.

  “Damn baby, all that repressed sexuality! You are going to make all the guys sport a woody.” His hands released my breasts and I almost whimpered in need.

  I should have been embarrassed by how easily my body came alive. But I couldn’t think that far. When he put those large hands around my waist, grinding against me
, while moving my hips in a circular motion, I couldn’t think at all!

  “You’re too stiff!” He growled the words in my ear. I wondered if he knew that no one had touched me like that before and considered how he would have reacted in this situation. Instead of arguing I attempted to relax.

  “Watch us in the mirror.” His rough voice was demanding as he continued to move me the way he wanted. It was unbelievably hot seeing his hands on my body in the mirrors that covered the entire wall.

  “I’d tell you to pretend we’re fucking, but I guess that would be a stretch for you.”

  My head lowered as my cheeks burned. That wasn’t the right thing to do because one of his hands roughly grabbed my chin and lifted it. He didn’t stop the motion with his body or other hand.

  “Those sexy eyes need to be focused on that mirror. Don’t fucking lower them again!”

  Biting my lip, I nodded, and allowed him to maneuver me like a puppet. My heart was racing, and a feeling of excitement flooded through my veins. Allowing my head to fall back against his massive chest, I moaned.

  I felt his length harden against my back, and that did nothing to stop the sensations I was feeling from our contact. My eyes did move back to the mirror and widen. I was shocked that the contact was turning him on.

  His large hand splayed over my abdomen and his erection ground into me, never once losing the rhythm of the move he was directing. “Don’t look surprised. It’s a cock, it gets excited rubbing against a pretty ass.”

  The way he spoke the words told me it meant nothing to him, and I tried to pretend I wasn’t affected. Did he just say I had a pretty butt? My ego did a somersault.

  “When you’re dancing alone, I want you to imagine we’re doing this movement. It’s all about the fantasy of having you in their bed. When you make them believe it’s just them you’re dancing for, that’s when the money flows.”

  Since I’d never danced with another man that way, it wouldn’t be hard to imagine it was him. He lifted my arm and placed my hand on my head. While doing that he managed to never miss a move with his hips.

  “This shows off those gorgeous tits. Run your hand through those long curls, and bring your hand across your face. Keep it slow and measured.”

  I was lost in the world of Sin. I didn’t think I just followed his orders.

  “Good! Bring your fingers across your lips, and part your mouth. You want to make it look like you’re about to lick them.”

  I felt like a voyeur as I followed his moves. I was shocked that it turned me on to follow his directions.

  “Now slowly move your hands up under your tits. You want to lift them, play with them a little. Keep those nipples hard. If you need to pinch them, do it!”

  My heart was pounding against my chest wall so hard it was almost painful as I followed his instruction. My breasts felt heavy, and the nipples were stiff. God it felt sinful to be touching myself in front of him this way!

  “Damn that’s sexy. Now part your legs and let your hand cup your pussy.”

  I faltered at his words, and messed up the tempo he was trying to keep with my hips.

  “Fuck Anya, don’t look so shocked! You’re selling sex here, and if you can’t do it, then this is a waste of time!”

  I couldn’t help it. My eyes filled with tears. I didn’t want to disappoint Sin. That thought made no sense to me, but it was still the truth. “I’m sorry.”

  He pushed away from me and ran a hand through his tangled thick hair. “Shit. Maybe we need to start with something else.”

  He paced the floor with long strides, then turned back to me. “Goddamn it Anya, if you fucking cry I’m booting your ass right out of my house.”

  I couldn’t help that I was emotional and his words weren’t helping at all. “I need to use your bathroom.” I didn’t doubt for a minute he would keep his word, and I didn’t want to test the theory.

  He grabbed my hand and roughly dragged me out of the studio. Stopping in front of a door, he opened it. “Get your shit together, then meet me back in the studio. Unless you’ve changed your mind?”

  He didn’t give me time to answer, he just stormed off.

  I shut the bathroom door behind me, and walked over to the sink. What was wrong with me? Fighting back tears, and this indescribable sensation in my body, I just stared at my reflection.

  I took several deep breaths, and splashed some water on my face. Call me stupid, but it finally hit me that our dance had turned me on. Those emotions were something I’d repressed all my life.

  chapter five

  Innocence

  This shit felt wrong. Her baby blues filling with tears shot a pang of feeling into my gut that I sure as fuck didn’t need. The women in my life had been money grubbing little whores, and it was hard to deal with a woman I couldn’t put in that slot. Anya needed money, but I knew she wasn’t the type of person to fuck me over to get it. That made her dangerous in my mind.

  I should just send her little sexy ass right out the door. The thought of her being broke didn’t sit right on my conscious. Yeah I have a conscious. I just choose not to share that shit with most people. Being a male stripper gave me a cold heart when it came to women. I’d been used for my looks more times than I cared to remember. There was no ego about me, I knew I came wrapped up nicely. Looks just didn’t matter a fuck to me.

  Anya reminded me of a time when I was a nicer guy. It pissed me off in some ways because I didn’t want to be that vulnerable again. Part of me thought about ripping that shit right out of her before she got hurt too. Nice people never fucking finished first, they usually got shit on until they grew some balls.

  She looked like she lost her best friend as she walked back into the studio. Yeah, it made me feel like a fucking prick. When she walked that sexy little ass right up to me and put her hands on my chest, I felt singed. It had been too long since I let someone put their hands on me. I preferred taking my woman from behind and usually with them bent over a bed, or a table, calling me daddy or sir.

  I’m a sick fuck when it comes to sex. Get in, get off, and get out. I have needs, but sugar coating shit to get to the action, just not my game. Her little hands on me, and those damn sexy ass eyes, had me wanting to rethink the game.

  “I’m sorry I freaked out. I can do this.”

  Fuck if that sweet little voice didn’t get my cock standing at attention. I wanted to punish her for making me want something different. “You sure about that? ‘Because I got plenty of shit I can spend my time on if you’ve changed your mind.”

  She nodded that sweet little head full of curls, and my balls tightened. I turned her around and pulled her roughly back against my throbbing cock. Damn it felt good to rub over that sweet little ass. “Cup your tits again, and pinch your nipples. Then move down and stroke that hot little pussy.”

  I wanted to shock her. What I really wanted was to have her grab the pole in the center of the room and thrust into what I knew would be the tightest little pussy I’d had before. That blush on her cheeks made me want to drop my load. Fuck, I never thought innocence could be that damn sexy.

  She followed my commands, using barely any pressure on her nipples. “Baby, you need to pinch those nips hard. When you’re on stage, you don’t have a lot of time to ready yourself for your audience.”

  The soft gasp that fell from those full lips as she pinched, went straight to my groin. “Now that’s how you get them ready baby.” I watched her hand slide across her flat abdomen and almost growled as she found the way to her covered pussy. I imagined her pants off, and my fingers plunging into that wet heat. When she stopped again I wanted to groan.

  “I don’t know what I’m doing here Sin.”

  What she was doing was giving me blue balls, I thought to myself. “Pretend I’m not in the room and you’re trying to get yourself off.”

  The look of confusion that flittered across her baby doll face didn’t register. “Come on Anya, you know how to get yourself horny.”

 
; Her cheeks flushed, and damn if that wasn’t hot. Her words shocked me to my core. “I don’t get myself off.”

  That softly whispered confession shocked me. “What? Fucking never?”

  When she shook her head no, I knew we had a lot of shit to fix before she was even ready to train with me. “That’s changing now. Slide off those pants.”

  “Huh?”

  The look that she gave was almost comical. I wasn’t in the mood for comedy. “Take it all off, I’m going to show you what needs to be learned.”

  If she had stalled I might have had the balls to let her walk out of the room. She didn’t. She slowly pulled off the skin tight workout pants, and was wearing nothing else. That was too fucking hot.

  Grabbing her hand I led her out of the studio, and pulled her back to my bedroom. The lessons she needed to learn weren’t taking place on the cold wooden floor of the studio. “Climb your ass into the middle.”

  My bed was a huge king-sized one. And she looked hot as hell as she followed my orders. Sitting there trembling like a virgin sacrifice, I guess I should have felt guilty. I didn’t.

  I joined her on the bed and pushed her back to lay down. Grabbing one of her legs I pulled them apart. “Now take those fingers and rub your clit.”

  She was biting her lip even as her hand slid between her legs. I could tell she wanted to shut them, but she had other needs that needed to be fulfilled. What the hell was a girl this sexy doing not pleasing herself?

  I admit I enjoyed watching her attempts at self-pleasure. Hell what red-blooded man didn’t enjoy watching a girl finger herself? She didn’t seem to be enjoying the experience much.

  “At least try and enjoy it.” I chuckled at her expression. I guess fingering herself in front of me probably wasn’t the most comfortable way of learning.

  The frustration in that angelic fucking face really did something to me, and I moved off the bed. “Keep those fingers working, I’ll be right back.

  It was time she became acquainted with the pleasures of toys. I had a small bullet vibrator unopened in my chest. There were some other toys in there but those weren’t for someone like her. Opening the package, I filled it with batteries and brought it back to the bed.