Devil's Charm (3 page)

“Devil, I’ll do anything,”
Tiffany said. “Please, I’ve missed you.”

She started to rub at his
lap, and his cock stiffened. He’d not had a good fuck in a long time. Tiny and
The Skulls had been accommodating, but he’d wanted to taste that sweet Angel,
Lash’s woman. Lash didn’t believe in sharing, not that Devil took offence. If
he had a woman like Angel, he wouldn’t want to share her either.

“Take my dick out and suck
it,” he said. If she was going to start working his cock the least she could do
was suck it.

Down Tiffany went under the
table pulling out his length.

“Hey, mate,” Vincent said,
approaching the table. Shaking hands with the man he’d left to run the strip
club, Devil found Tiffany’s mouth less than appealing. Still, it was better
than looking at the bitch. “What brings you back here?”

“I’m looking for someone.
I’ll tell you about it in the morning. For now, I just want to enjoy a few
minutes relaxing. Who’s next?” he asked, nodding toward the stage.

“A new
dancer, Lexie.
You’ll like
her.”

He was looking for a woman
named Lexie. Devil tensed, wondering if by sheer luck the woman he was looking
for was the same woman on the stage. It couldn’t be. His life wasn’t about
sheer luck. There was no way the woman he was hunting for would be the same woman.

Sinking his fingers into Tiffany’s
hair, he forced her to take all of his length, to swallow around the tip of his
cock. Tiffany took him without question, sucking on his length.

“Here she is now.”

The stage lit up, and
Devil’s interest was piqued. The woman on the stage was not like any of the
other girls they employed. For one, she was much fuller than the woman between
his legs. Her shape was clearly outlined in the corset she wore. Her hips
flared out, and the stocking and suspenders went right to his dick. The black
and pink set made her look sensual and innocent at the same time.

His cock thickened more at
the sight of the woman on the dance floor. The blonde hair reminded him a
little of Angel. When he’d seen that sweet beauty he had wanted to start a war
with The Skulls, but he’d seen the love she had for Lash and decided against
it. The woman on stage turned around, and he saw her face was as beautiful as
the rest of her. Forgetting her face, he glanced down her body to see the size
of her tits. Fuck, he wanted to bury his head in that rack and see her bouncing
above his cock.

Speeding up Tiffany’s
movements, he watched the woman before him tease all of the men. Her gaze stared
blindly out into the audience. She looked far away. Her body swayed to the
music, and he knew she didn’t give a fuck about the men out of her own little
world.

Slowly, she started to work
off her kit. Her full, curvy body worked the room. He knew every single man was
horny and wanted to see her tits naked. Devil was getting fucking horny just to
have a look at her.

When the corset finally came
off, Devil erupted filling Tiffany’s mouth with his cum as he got off on the
woman on stage. Her tits were fucking beautiful. They were ripe, with large red
tipped nipples. She worked down the pole, spreading her legs and showing the
men her covered pussy.

All too soon the song ended,
the stage went blank, and the entire crowd was in uproar. They wanted to see
all of the goods. Tiffany climbed out from under the table, wiping his cum away
from her mouth.
 
 
 
 

“She always leaves men
wanting more. It’s why she gets regular customers hoping for a glimpse at her,”
Vincent said.

“I want to meet her,” Devil
said, standing up and adjusting his cock.

“What? I just sucked your
dick. You can’t do that.” Tiffany had her hands on hips as she glared at him.

Grabbing her arm, he hauled
her up close. “Don’t think for a second you have any fucking claim over me.
You’re good for one thing and one thing only, to be available for me to fuck.
Get out of here, fucking crack-whore.”

He threw her off him,
looking at Vincent. Tiffany crashed to the ground, and no one helped her up.
She was a whore and was only looking for a man to keep her in coke. He didn’t
mind being around drugs, but he didn’t take the shit himself. Some of his men
had lost their lives taking shit, and he asked them to keep their habit in
fucking check.

Being on the open road with
no rules meant he couldn’t screw up other peoples wants either. Drug taking was
not on his list, but he asked his men to keep it together.

“Follow me. She’ll be
leaving soon.”

Vincent took him around to
the dressing rooms as another woman came on stage. His men were surrounded by
women. Devil knew when they came to town, women flocked to them.

“Lex, we’re coming in. A
friend wants to meet you.” Vincent opened the door, and they found her putting
on some jeans. The sexy corset had been replaced by a simple cotton bra. Devil
wanted to cry at the sin of putting those babies away.

“What can I do for you,
Vincent? You said I only had to dance.”

Her voice was so fucking
sweet. He’d been on the road too long listening to women with attitudes who
were a bit long in the tooth and too long into the lifestyle. This woman was
fresh faced and … young. He’d not expected her to be so young. She couldn’t be
older than twenty if that.

“Devil wanted to meet you.”

Walking into the room he
realized how small she actually was. Her head only came to his chest.

“I don’t do any extras.”

“I’m not after extras. You
can go, Vincent.” He didn’t wait for the man to say anything. Vincent left
leaving him alone with the stunning woman with big tits. He reached out
surprised when she flinched away from him. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Okay.” She looked doubtful
even though she didn’t pull away.

Did she have a man who beat
her?

“Is there someone waiting
for you?
A husband, boyfriend?”

“No, no one.” She started to
bite her lip, stuttering.

“I’m not going to hurt you
at all.” He pushed some hair off her shoulder, caressing her cheek. She was
heavily made up with makeup. Devil didn’t like it. He wanted to know what she
looked like without all the artifice.

Bending down, he brushed her
lips with his as he gripped her ass, drawing her closer. She was tense against
him. His cock hardened, wanting inside her tight, hot body.

“What will it take to make
you mine for the night?” he asked. All of his men would be envious of him for
getting this hot little piece for the night.

Her body grew tenser if that
was even possible. “I’m not a whore. I’m not for sale.”

She struggled in his arms.
He lifted her up with ease, putting her on top of the vanity unit Vincent
supplied for the girls to get dressed. She gasped, and he tilted her head back
to look at him. “Everyone has a price. What’s yours?” He claimed her lips,
sliding his tongue into her mouth.

Within minutes she melted
against him. The hands that had been pushing him away, gripped him tightly,
wanting him. His dick wanted inside her so fucking bad.

Pressing against her hard, Devil
wanted all of her clothes off and to sink into her sweetness. Cupping one of
her tits he teased the nipple loving the feel of it budded against his palm.
She was going to be so fucking hot to claim. He wanted his dick inside her, and
he’d even forgo the condom to feel her naked cunt.

“Boss, we need you out here.
Ripper is causing some fucking problems,” Curse said, grabbing his attention.

Devil pulled away from her,
staring into her eyes. “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.”

Leaving Lexie behind Devil
went to deal with one of his men. His thoughts were not on the job at hand only
the woman he wanted to fuck.

Chapter Two

What the hell was that all about?
Lexie quickly removed her wig, grabbed her bag, and
headed outside. Jenny was stood with her husband, giggling as she exited the
back of the club.

“I was wondering where you
got to. I’ll see you in a few days, okay?” Jenny asked.

Nodding, she said goodbye to
her friends and headed out into the night. It was late, and she needed to get
home to collect her son—Simon. She found herself more and more forgetting that
Simon wasn’t hers. They’d been together six months so far, but it had started
to feel like a lifetime. Every dance and performance she did was one step
closer to making a better life for them. She paid the rent and got enough food
to feed them both. After buying the necessities for him she tried to earn
enough to give him toys and clothes. She even wanted to move out of the crummy
apartment to somewhere nice. Listening to couples fuck and fight was not the
kind of life she wanted Simon to grow up in.

There was so much she wanted
to give him, and yet she struggled day after day to provide for him. Pulling
the band out of her hair, she let her hair fall free. After wearing a wig she
loved to feel the fresh air. Grabbing the pepper spray out of her bag, she kept
on walking feeling a little protected even though it was stupid. Any man could
easily overpower her if he chose.

Keeping her head bowed she
got to her apartment building with ease. Several women, whores, were working on
the streets waiting for a paying customer. She hated this lifestyle. Some of
them gave her a nod as she passed. Lexie never judged them for earning money,
and several liked her as she took care of their kids when they really needed
it.

“Rough
night, Lex?”
Carol asked. She’d been a
whore all of her life, and at thirty something she’d seen it all. Lexie took
care of her kids during the night sometimes when money was tight for her.

“Yeah, you could say that.
You?”

“Slow. Not many men looking
for love tonight.”

Smiling, Lexie nodded. “Take
care.”

“You’re way too fucking
sweet to be around here.” Carol shook her head looking sad.

Lexie got that a lot, but
none of these women knew how she’d grown up. This kind of stuff was what she
was used to. It made her laugh sometimes that she was more used to people
selling their bodies than helping her out at the grocery store.

“See you tomorrow,” Lexie
said, heading up.

Simon was with Jessica on
the floor above her. When Lexie knocked on the door, Jessica answered at the
third knock. “Hey, I was wondering if you were coming back.”

“Sorry. Is he okay?” Lexie
entered the apartment to see Simon asleep on the sofa.

“Yeah, he’s been perfect. A
good little boy you got there.”

“Thank you.” Grabbing some
notes from her pocket she handed them over. “I really appreciate you looking
after him.”

“No problem.
Same again next week?”

“Yeah.”
Picking Simon up, she walked down to her own
apartment unlocking the door and entering. He didn’t wake up, which she was
pleased about. After the last couple of days she really needed her beauty
sleep. She was dead on her feet, and she knew Vincent would fire her ass if she
looked less than appealing tomorrow night. Locking the door, she dropped her
bag by the wall and walked into her bedroom.

She’d bought a second hand
cot and scrubbed it raw before she put him into it. The mattress was new.
Laying him down, she watched him sleep for several seconds before heading for
the shower.

Within twenty minutes she
was tucked up in bed listening to the noises all around her. The couple on her
right was screwing again. She listened to the bed hitting the wall, their
groans combining together as they neared release.

They quieted down, and she
wondered if that would be all for the night. Some of the men seemed to catch
their breaths and be back humping away within minutes. She listened to the
noise outside as cars pulled up and drove away. Lexie hoped Carol was okay. Out
of all the women Carol was one of the nicest.

In a matter of minutes she
heard the couple on the right at it again. She wanted to scream at them that
quality was better than quantity.

Listening to them going at
it reminded Lexie of her own lost virginity. In fact all the times she slept
with her boyfriend she couldn’t recall any kind of pleasure at all. He’d climb
on, thrust a few times, and his face would go weird before it was all over. Not
once had she felt any kind of desire or need.
Tonight I did.

Rolling over, she closed her
eyes hoping for sleep to claim her. Instead she saw a man with graying hair at
the temples with really intense dark brown eyes. Devil, what kind of name was
that? It had to be a road name or something made up. No one named their kid
Devil.

His hands had felt so good
on her body. The way he picked her up and placed her on the vanity table would
stay with her forever. She had felt a pull deep inside at his possessiveness. Was
it possessive?