Asiel.

What an adorable name to match the pretty little man crumbling through my fingers like sand. All I need is a second to figure out a person's vulnerability. It's a gift I've mastered over the course of twenty-six years and never got tired of using it. There's nothing more entertaining than controlling people like puppets especially a sweet, naive one like Asiel.

I am black tar.

An addiction.

An abomination to the male species.

My little exchange with Mr. Asiel awakened a euphoric, devouring, craving piece of my soul. The excitement, thrill, exhilaration pieces of myself, grin at the thoughts of cracking the interior of my new toy.

My new plaything.

It's been a while since I had one, making me feel this high.

How long will it take him to fracture, to crackle under my fingertips? He is bound to come back. A night with me is like injecting heroin... there is no turning back.

My boobs nearly spill from the sexy, loose, leather bandage halter lace-up crop top. They're annoying. Always in the way. I scan the tubes and containers of make-up in the drawers, groaning as my boobs spat in my eyeshadow palette. The gorgeous shade of burnt cinnamon is plastered on my top.

"Jesus Christ," I mutter, dabbing a wet tissue on my top.

"That's tragic," Tania mocks, slipping into her fishnet stockings.

I expel a soft chuckle. "Are you still thinking about getting a boob job? I promise you it isn't all its crack up to be."

Her raven hair coils tumble over her shoulders, concealing her face. "That's just a small flaw. Besides, maybe if I had bigger boobs, your little boy toy would've asked for me instead."

"I don't use my boobs to reel the fishes in," I elaborate with a sweet smile. "It's only one feature. It's insignificant without everything else. So, trust me, even if I had no boobs at all... I'll always get them to bite."

Tania treks over, clutching onto the two untie strings on her bareback. "Could you, my angel? I have to surprise Mr. Incredible tonight." She cranes her neck, sending a cute wink.

I tie the straps on her back. "Is he the one into knives and guns?"

She bobs her head. "It's impossible to forget! Hopefully, he doesn't plan to stretch my asshole out with his gun. It's extremely dissatisfying! I want a good fuck. Is that so hard to ask for? Did you fuck him?"

My eyebrows furrow. "Who? Mr. Incredible?"

"No!" She stifles a laugh. "Mr. boy toy. He seemed extremely fuckable to me. The type that you'd still fuck, even though he only paid for a lap dance."

"No, of course not,"  I murmur, closing one eye and sweeping the glittery dust across my lids. "You know we aren't allowed to fuck people in the private booths."

"Shut up!" Tania lets out an audible snort. "As if you ever followed the rules. I know for a fact you've fucked someone in there before."

"You're absolutely correct," I coo, tossing her a coy pout.

Tania borrows the lip balm on my counter, swabbing it on her finger before smearing it on her lips. "Then what stopped you? Afraid to actually fall for him since he's younger than most clients?"

My eyebrows jump to my hairline from her absurd comment. "Don't spew nonsense. It's a game, Tania. If I give him everything, he'll get bored. My objective is to capture his attention, mark his body until he has no choice but to come back."

She smacks her lips, making sure the lip balm hits every inch of her mouth. "Ahh, I see."

"Besides, apparently he is a prospective client, and I received strict orders to do everything to make him sign as a member." I shrug, my ego inflating within my chest. "It was an easy task."

She flutters her eyelashes in excitement. "Did he sign?"

I kick my legs onto the counter, stretching them out. "I haven't heard anything, but I'm sure he will come crawling back soon enough. He feels vanilla though..." My lips twist up in amusement. "But he's hot."

Tania sucks her lips between her teeth. "You will ruin him, Mika."

I'd be happy to.

A knock on the dressing room door catches our attention to the suited Diablo, cuffing his sleeves, revealing the snake tattoo on his wrist. "Mr. Incredible is waiting for you, Tania. I suggest for you to go over there before he complains."

Tania heaves a breath. "Kay. See you later Mika."

Diablo's dark eyes observe Tania's rack, pressing her boobs into his chest from the tight quarters. His gaze lingers on her frame, rubbing his thumb over his lip before a small smirk emerges. She finally squeezes through with a whimper, and Diablo laughs.

He feeds off, making others uncomfortable.

"Good work last week," Diablo states, rustling his hands through his hair.

A frown mar my forehead. "What do you mean?" Awareness cools on my shoulders like the wind. "Oh, my god!" My hand covers my giddy grin. "Did he sign the contract after I left?"

He nods. "Eres mi reina por una razon..."

(You're my Queen for a reason.)

My heels echo on the ground. Step by step. Fingertips brush the counters, the coats, the props until Diablo and I are a few inches away. "That was fast. I honestly thought he'd hang out a bit longer than that. Holy shit... He's going to be fun to play with."

Diablo raises a skeptical brow. "I don't care what you guys do when he buys you, but be careful. Messing with him will call unnecessary attention in your direction." His cold, rough hand gropes my cheek, dwindling his thumb over my lips. "I know how much you hate having people pry in your past. Besides, I can't afford to lose mi reina."

(My Queen.)

I scoff, shoving his hand away. "Aw, isn't this cute how worried you're about me... He's already wrapped around my fingers. If he is as dangerous as you say, I'll make sure to turn him into goo at my feet."

He lets out a genuine laugh. "As long as he keeps coming back with money, I'm peachy."

I lick my lips. "Are you going to tell me who he is?"

Diablo shakes his head, scratching the stubble on his chin. "No, if you so desperately want to find out, then win him over. After your session in the private room, come to my office. I have another job for you. It's in Brooklyn."

My eyes narrow in confusion. "Session? What are you talking about?"

"Oh." He snaps his finger, embed with a number seven. "The Dragon requested for you tonight, be early, and wear that pretty white lingerie he likes."

My stomach coils with distaste. "He paid extra to skip the line? El viejo culo loco has nothing better to do." I dart my gaze to Diablo, who nods. "Gosh, who told him the Dragon was a good codename?"

(Crazy old man.)

Diablo shrugs, knocking his knuckles on the door. "Don't disappoint him."

I smirk, loosening the ties of my leather top further, my suffocating boobs pouring through. Once it's loose enough, I slip my arms out of the sleeves and chuck it at Diablo's feet. I swing around, my hair resting on my olive-tone back, giggling as the Diablos pick up my clothing.

"You know I never do," I coo, charging over to our treasure chest stock with freshly brought attire.

It's always the best at Diablo's Paraiso.

Scanning through our collection, I settle on a lace ruffle push-up bra with a dainty bow on my back. The dragon's favorite color is white because of how pure it is. He liked role-playing. For me to play the part of a fragile virgin who begs for their thick cock. It's pretty disturbing, actually. A grown-ass man has to think of a young, innocent, angelic girl to get hard.

He deserves to drown in his own pile of cum.

My panty has lace fabric lined on the top with small flowy ruffles encircling my cheeks. Too bad there's a hole in the middle, so anyone could slide their dick through it. The Dragon will enjoy this until his dick shrivels up and dies.

The faster, the better.

After tying my hair into two pigtails, I grab my satiny robe. It's made with feather silk satin, the length reaching all the way to the floor. Hopefully, the staff cleaned. I wouldn't want my feathers to get dirty because of my selfishness. But the dry cleaners are just a call away. I needed a couple of shots before enduring the night with Dragon.

As I walk to the bar on the first level, my eyes did a double-take at the individual sitting on the barstool. I blink at the messy black hair on top of his head, his black long eyelashes, and the stressed look on his face. His muscular shoulders, squeezing through his black blazer, and his legs nervously bouncing.

He's here.

A smile sneaks on my lips as my heels echos against the pavement. Once I place my hand on his thigh, thick and muscular, it instantly stops bouncing. "Nice to see you again, ojos de angel."

His eyes bouncing with anxiety, his Adam's apple bobbing, clutching onto his whiskey glass until his knuckles turn white. It's adorable. He's trying to stay sane, unaffected, emotionless, but I read people like how I use my men.

It's second nature.

"Wasn't expecting you to be back so soon. I thought I might've scared you off," I say, stealing the tumbler from his hand and bringing it to my lips. "But then again, you did sign the contract pretty damn quick."

His eyes widen another fraction as he stares up, away from me. He sucks in a deep breath and sticks two fingers in the air to catch the attention of the bartender. Jolly, our bartender, rushes over, pouring a fresh glass of whiskey since I stole his.

My eyebrows bounce in amusement as I clutch my hand around his new glass, grazing his knuckles. He instantly retreats. Even in the dark shadows, his cheeks burn bright red as he scrubs his hands on his thighs.

"I don't know what I was thinking when I sighed it," he exasperates, pinching the bridge of her nose.

I give his thigh another squeeze. "Hmmm?" I bat my eyes innocently. "You were probably thinking about me."

A frenzy of coughs escapes from his lips. The coughing fit causes his elbow to knock the glass onto my robe, drenching the silk fabric. His body flinches from the harsh sound, darting in both directions with widened eyes. Once I grab the glass, I place it on the bar and rub his back instead. Oddly, for the first time, his muscles relax, unwind, loosen under my touch.

"It's true, isn't it?" I note with a head tilt. "Is that why you're so nervous?"

He recoils from my touch, sauntering over to the empty barstool. "There are a lot of empty chairs. Why are you seated so close beside me?"

An amused giggle leaves my lips as I scoot closer to him, thumping my fingertips on the bar. "Because I missed you, Papi Chulo," I coo.

His eyes expand in astonishment, his olive cheeks altering into a beetroot red color along with the tips of his ears. It's so intoxicating. A simple phrase from my lips causes this man to ooze out like a tube of glue at my feet. My chest engulfs his small responses, an extra motive to keep him on his toes.

"P-Papi chulo?" he stammers.

I snort at his adorable attempt of covering his stammering. "Now don't go feeling special all of the sudden, Papi Chulo. I call everyone that. You can ask any person who works here." I cock my head, flashing a coy grin. "But maybe I can call you something else. I'll call you... Muñeco. You look like you could be my Muñeco."

His eyes finally snap up at me. "Just please go away. I don't want to be bothered tonight."

"Just indulge me for a few minutes, Muñeco. I have a client coming, but he's not here yet. Keep me company for a while?"

He clears his throat, a frown marring his forehead. "Client? Are you're gonna give him a lap dance? What are you gonna do with him?"

He's too fucking cute.

His jealousy is on my radar.

"Oh, honey, the more you speak. The more I'm convinced that you really are a Muñeco. A sweet, innocent, delicate one." I graze my tongue over my teeth, enjoying the way he's squirming in his seat.

For emphasis, I start to untie my silk robe, lowering the fabric from my shoulders enough to keep his attention. "Muñeco, I'm gonna do so much more than that." Slowly, the materials drop to my lap, revealing the lace bra over my boobs, leaving very little hidden to the eye.

A smug grin stretches across my face as he gawks, his eyes leisurely ogling my body. Especially the girls. His mouth gapes in a daze, every other body movement losing function as he eye fucks me. He would deny it, but it's the truth.

I take a step closer to him, getting in his face. "I'm wearing lace panties with a hole in the back just for you. Wanna see?"

His mouth drops further.

Snickering, I lean back onto my seat, placing some distance between us. The only form of contact is my hand, clinging onto his muscular thighs.

"My client likes his partners looking pure and virginal... hence, the white lingerie," I explain, feeling empowered in my outfit.

"It doesn't look very pure to me," he mutters under his breath.

"Obviously, I'm not a virgin, which shouldn't be a shocker. But we can always... roleplay. I can do a really convincing job, you know. This client really likes it when I scream into the pillow and yell at how much it hurts. Fucking disgusting really, what a fucking pervert," I spat, instantly dreading my nightly session with Dragon. "But let's not talk about him, shall we? He's just another old man who can't get his wrinkly dick up without taking a shot of Viagra."

In one swift moment, my hands dance up his thighs, creeping closer to his crotch. I expect to be shoved away. Instead, an airy hitch leaves his frame. I brush my lips across the back of his neck, edging closer until I reached his ear.

"Let's not talk about my night planned with him. Let's talk about all the things I could do for you." My voice is barely a whisper, but his body shakes.

"Mika," he warns.

My fingers curl around his tie, tilting it back and forth until the knot loosens. Once it's open, I unfasten his first two buttons, displaying a grand tattoo on his broad chest. "Muñeco, all you have to say is the word and I'll stop. So, what do you say?"

His eyes darken. "Mika... I don't like being toyed with."

In an unhealthy way, his bossy, aggressive tone sent a warm wave between my legs. Arousal blazes in my stomach, treasuring the way he switches up with me. Hot and cold. Confused yet horny. He is a permanent tattoo embedded in my skin.

I suck the tip of his ear. "I didn't hear the magic word, Muñeco?"

His eyebrows go up. "I need a drink."

A slow grin crawls across my full lips. "We'd start out easy for our first time, so I can slowly ease you in. I'd put you in handcuffs, all naked in bed, laid out just for me. We can use blindfolds too if you'd like. Hypersensitivity is fun, but for the first time, I want you to see everything. I'd climb on top of you, pleasuring you from head to toe."

My stilettos click against the marble floors as I go behind him, threading his shoulders. "First, I'll lick all the way down to your neck and start sucking on your soft skin. I'll leave my marks all over you so everyone knows that you're fucking mine. After I'm done, I'll kiss my way down to your chest."

With dark glimmering eyes, he growled, "Mik-ka."

I hover my finger over his full lips. "Shhh, Muñeco. We're just talking."

He lowers his shoulders as a sign of surrendering. My ego inflates like an overstuffed balloon, ready to burst any second. Being a siren isn't as easy as I make it seem. If it is, other girls would be battling for my number one spot. Even if I opened a school about men, no one could do the things I do.

A hard, strained look passes over his face. "Mika... there are other people in this room."

I tease, "They're not looking at us, Muñeco. Plus, they've seen worse."

Halting the massage, my hands inch forward, gliding down his chest and relaxing my chin on his shoulders. It gave me perfect access to his naked, innocent, tempting neck. This man begs to be damaged.

Why else would he come here?

"Slowly, slowly, I'd go lower and lower and then I'd kiss all around your pretty cock. Starting with teasing the tip. It's hard for me, right, Muñeco? Be a good boy and speak the truth," I urge.

Asiel groans, "F-fuck yes. Yes, it is."

Grinning like the Devil, I crouch on my knees, standing right at eye-level with his cock. "I'd kiss everywhere else except for your cock. I'll lick and nibble at the skin on your inner thighs until you fucking beg for me."

A smile touches my lips as the bulge protruding from his pants grows bigger. My gaze fills with mischief when I trace the outline of his thick cock, causing him to suck in a sharp breath.

"When I'm satisfied with all your begging, I'll take your cock in my hand, pump it slowly, up and down, then I'll run my tongue up from the base to the tip. I'll swirl my tongue around you, like a lollipop, and then I'll suck you good, Muñeco. You like that? "

His gaze sparks. "Yes..."

Asiel slowly runs his thumb across my cheek, moving down to trace my jawline and send a cascade of tingles down my spine. Warm, strong hands wrap around my wrists, bracketing them on his thighs.

"Can I?" I ask, flashing my eyes at his cock.

His deep voice fills my ears. "Goddamn, what are you doing to me?"

I shrug. "I haven't even started yet."

His grips loosen, and I head first towards his cock, slowly pumping his hardened length through his clothes. A groan came from deep in his chest, his hands tightening on his legs.

"I'd take you in until your cock hits the roof of my mouth, and when you're almost at your limit. I'll stop," I tease, stopping the pumping motions, earning a whine from him.

Dropping my robe, I step out of it, kicking it to the side, and creep onto Asiel's lap. Sparkles of pleasure flutter through me. His thighs spread further, making sure our sexs glide against each other. One of his hands slid to my bare ass, searing my skin through the white lace fabric I wore.

"I'd start with cowgirl, jumping up and down on your thick, delicious cock. Reverse cowgirl so you could get a good view of my ass being stuffed full with your juicy cock. I'll cream all over it and lick it up."

He inhales, his eyes rolling back. "Fuck, man."

Using my body, I block the surroundings and dig my hand into his pants, pumping him through his underwear. "I'd rock your cock until you cry from pleasure, but I'll stop again when you're about to come. I'll do it over and over again. I'll edge you until you're fucking screaming and begging for me to let you come. You will squirm, waiting for me to show you an ounce of mercy. Will you promise to be a good boy for me, Muñeco?"

His fingers grip my ass cheeks with a firmness that set my pulse aflutter. My insides tingle with appeasement, observing the way he tips his head back, mouth agape, shaky breaths slithering through. Sweat glistens on his forehead as I pick up the speed, his throbbing cock twitching in my hands.

"F-fuck... yes... Mika," he moans desperately.

His stomach tightens, his cocks squirm as his moans grow sloppier. It's obvious he's seconds away from having an orgasm, so I did what I do best. I withdraw my hand, tucking his dick inside his boxers before leaping off his lap.

"Oops, sorry, got to go, Muñeco. Times up."

With eyebrows pull tight, he blinks, completely in awe and shock. The poor boy isn't going to be able to last the night without masturbating to me. I give him another week before he bets on my auction to win a night with me. Though from the way he came undone in my hands, I think I'm giving him too much credit.

Mika is a force to be reckon with! She doesn't give Asiel a chance to breathe and I love it! He keeps coming back for more even when it's so bad for him! I'm not sure about you guys but if Mika was whispering in my ear, I might melt too! What do you guys think about her so far? Or Diablo even? Do you trust what she has under her sleeves!

Love you guys and can't wait to read all your comments, and votes!!