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Twirl me around and watch me spin, a modern day princess lives
within...
Charisa has a perfect life. Just like her favored Princesses, she is
living the life every girl dreams of: her very own fairytale, but even the
sweetest fairytales must come to an end. When happiness is at its peak,
fate steps in and one by one she loses everything.
Picking up the pieces to a broken life can be long and bumpy. Most
often than not things get worse before they get better.
Despite her despair and the hell she's been drug through time and
time again, she finds love and begins to plan a future as none other than
Mrs. Prince Charming. Convinced she's going to finally get her happily ever
after fate steps in once again and she suffers betrayal and shame at the
greatest degree.
Will she give the idea of love a second chance and find her one and
only or will her dark secrets prevent her from truly finding
herself?
Behind every prince is a story left untold.
Look behind the mask and you'll see it unfold...
Sawyer has lived a charmed life. He's the catch every girl is after
when dreaming of her very own storybook ending. In real life, though,
nothing is like it is in a fairytale. One childhood event can forever
affect how a man looks at love and relationships, even a golden guy like
Sawyer.
Those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it. Isn't that what
everyone has always taught in history class? He doesn't have time for love
or commitment.
Even the most skeptical with love can sometimes find it in the
strangest of places, when that one special someone catches his eye,
suddenly leaving him dazed and confused.
The only way to reap the benefits of true love is to put your own
demons behind and give love a shot...
When secrets start to arise will the two beat the odds or part ways
and let it destroy them both?
I have a birthday party
that's reserved the front table of the stage tonight, a group of ten men,
all
drunk off their asses already I'm sure.
I could tell when I peeked out the door as they arrived that a few of
them are newbies by their drooling, excited demeanor. This is what
makes my job interesting and
fun: breaking them in. A man gets a good first time and they'll
be
coming back for more, meaning more cash for me.
I place my tall heel into the seat of my chair and rub baby oil down my
leg, giving me a sexy edge. Plus, it
keeps the hands from going past the point of restriction.
I
finish the other leg and take one final look in the mirror. It's a
sexy version of a clown; a white baby
doll trimmed in all of the bright colors. The birthday hat and the sexy
makeup
top it off. My ruffle front thong is
orange and it is the final dessert of the hour.
I paint my lips with a matching cherry-red lipstick like my name and
smack them in the mirror.
"Cherry,
you're up in ten. Don't keep them
waiting. This is my biggest payout of
the night."
I
roll my eyes in the mirror at the sound of Roger's voice as he pokes his
head
inside the door. Show the man green and
he'd lease us out in private hotels I'm sure.
He would never admit that though.
"I'll
be right out, Roger."
He
likes me though, because something about my pretty face keeps his pockets
full. I've already been up on stage a
few times tonight, so for now I'll be circulating the room.
"Showtime," I mumble, and strut out into the
club, ready for action.
The
club is packed with businessmen lingering in various sections of the club. I
love weekends. It's when all of the high rollers come out to play. They each
have a different story: some leaving their wives at home for a fresh piece,
some making this their last stop before walking the aisle, and the rest
college
kids looking for a little fun. I don't care what they're here for as long as
their pockets are empty when they leave and they leave everything in the
club;
after all, I didn't make them come here.
I look around the room,
spotting my party sitting in front of the stage. There are a few cute ones
in
this batch. This is going to be fun. My eyes lock on one. He takes me
in and gives me a smirk before he
starts to approach me. "Hey there, sexy. What can I do for
you?"
He broadens his smile
and gives me a wad of cash. "I need a favor."
"Oh yeah. What'll it be,
Darlin'?"
He leans in to whisper
in my ear, refraining from touching me because he knows it's against the
rules
unless he's buying a dance. "It's my boy's birthday. There is enough there
for
a hefty tip if you'll take him to the VIP room for more privacy. I've
already
booked the dance."
I look around for Roger
to confirm. I find him standing across the room and he nods at me, giving
me the
go ahead. This guy has some nice friends.
A private lap dance is easily a grand and paid up front to Roger. It
is explained that's before the tip, so
this guy knows the rules, meaning he's been here before. "Okay, sexy, but
that's an awfully generous gift to give someone else. Are you sure you don't
want it for yourself?" He's cute. I wouldn't mind giving him the
dance.
He leans back to look at
me. "As much as I would love to watch you grinding on top of me, my boy
comes
first, sexy. Maybe another time; I'll be back." He winks and backs away
with a
large grin on his face. I shrug seductively as I watch him leave. His loss.
I
head to the VIP room to get ready for my dance, greeting Gerry at the
door. All private rooms have a bouncer
keeping guard to ensure that the women are safe at all times. As I'm
getting my music queued up, I hum
softly under my breath and wait for my client to arrive. A few moments in
and
there is a knock at the door. I walk
over and open it. Greeting me on the other side of the door is an incredibly
sexy man. Hell yes, this is going to be
fun.
Something about his face
looks familiar, but I can't place it. He
has dark hair, intense green eyes, and is physically fit by the defined
muscle
protruding from his fitted shirt. He must
have come here right after work, because he is wearing a suit, but he's
removed
the jacket and he rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, revealing
tattoos
running up his arms. I don't know what
it is about a man with rolled up sleeves and tattoos, but it turns me on in
a
way I don't understand. Maybe it's the
business meets bad boy persona. Whatever
it is has me motivated to get closer to him, making my job easier.
I step aside to let him enter. "Hi, I'm
Cherry."
He studies me for a
moment with heated eyes. The way he
looks at me is as if he's seen me before, like he knows me.
"Hi, Cherry." My name rolls off his tongue in the most
sexual manner, causing a rush of excitement between my legs. This is
going to be one hell of a night: sexy
and seductive.
The music starts to play
and I place one hand in the center of my sexy stranger's chest, grabbing a
handful of black material. I walk
backward and drag him over to the seating area before turning, pushing him
backwards until he falls onto the couch behind him, giving me a deep, sexy
laugh along the way.
"Damn," he says, egging
me on. Not wasting any time, I place
each hand on the back of the couch to each side of his shoulders and flip my
hair from side to side. It starts the full
body roll that follows, pressing each segment of skin to his clothing,
ending
with my pelvis. I stand and turn,
closing in on him, resting against him in a sitting position. I shake
my ass against his crotch, enjoying
the feel of it hardening beneath me.
While cupping my breasts I roll my head back, grinding to the beat of
the music. Turning my head to the side,
I watch his eyes glaze over as I touch my body, skimming my hands down in a
slow motion. I continue gyrating on his
lap, listening to his breathing pick up, confirming the arousal that is
pressing into the crack of my ass.
I breathe in deeply.... smelling his citrusy
aftershave; something I would say is unique to him. My hormones are
quickly running wild,
something different than normal. It doesn't take me long to get lost in the
music and this sexy man pressed against my backside as I allow him to become
familiar with my body. Time stands
still...for a while. I hear him grunt, praising
me for the havoc I'm causing on his cock and he isn't even naked.
I finish out the dance
as the song comes to an end, standing and adjusting my outfit. He
stands as I run my fingers through my hair
and I watch as he fishes in his pockets.
He pulls out a wad of cash, handing it all to me. I briefly stare at
him in shock, but brush it
off and reach for it. He doesn't immediately turn it loose.
"How much for house
calls?"
I'm about to say
something, anything to deny his question, but he beats me to the
punch.
"Listen, I don't usually
come to places like this, but I'm here, and now that I am, I kind of like
it. You have a beautiful body. Let me show you what I can do
with mine," he
finishes quietly.
What a generous man, but
I can tell he enjoyed the dance from the large bulge at the front of his
pants,
so I know what he's referring to.
"I don't think so,
sweetie."
I'm ready to thank him
and leave when he grabs my hand, pulling me to him. He presses his
lips to mine before I even
know what's happening. I can taste the
whiskey on his breath. Poor guy is so
drunk I don't think he knows what he's asking me, but the way his hands
introduce themselves to my backside I can't be sure. He pulls away
and touches his index finger to
my lips, silencing me.
"Think about it. The club closes at two. I'll be
outside waiting if you decide to take
me up on my offer. Sometimes outside of
the norm can be freeing..."
He turns and walks away, leaving me standing
here alone. I'm not sure what the hell
just happened, but I find myself considering it. I never do
this. There's one reason why...."
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Author Bio:
Chrissy Snyder writes New Adult erotic
romance. She loves tattooed bad boys and
misunderstood women with happy ever afters.
She divides her time between writing and reading when not loving on her
very jealous fur baby, Mylo.
If she isn’t writing about heartache or second
chances, then she is managing her busy household with her very supportive hubby
and two teens.
She dreams of travelling to Europe, Costa Rica, and Hawaii.
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